Outside the courtyard wall of his new home was the Lukavaro River, and the sery was very picturesque.The Marne District, where Kilmainham Prison was located, and the Lukavaro District both beloo the Outer Fifteen Districts, outside the old city walls of Strasb.

  Looking down from the terrace, the first thing that caught his eye was the courtyard of Charlot Meburg’s new home. The yard was quite rge, about six to seven hundred square meters, with a stable and a well, which leasant surprise.

  The maids worked diligently. As the day grew te, they lit oil mps, carrying buckets of water and wiping cloths as they moved bad forth in the rooms, busy with their tasks.

  Charlot took a short nap on the sofa in one of the rooms. When he woke up, the room arkling . The maids had worked through the night, tidying up the entire building.

  Feeling a bit guilty, Charlot paid double the wages ahe maids away. He hailed a public carriage and headed straight for the Marne District.

  He had only taken a day off, and today, he still had to go to work at Kilmainham Prison.

  His direct superior, Miss Menielman, hadn’t asked about his absehe previous day. She had just assigned him triple the workload.

  Charlot was so busy that his head spun. By the end of the day, he hadn’t finished his tasks on time—he hadn’t fihem at all and ended up sleeping in his office.

  When he woke up in the office again, what greeted him was the sight of a military-cd beauty sitting cross-legged at his desk.

  Charlot’s first rea was, "Miss Menielmao always wear military uniforms. I’ve never seen her wear anything else."

  He quickly stood up, adjusted his coat, and said, "Warden, is there any work left for today?"

  Menielman seemed to be in a peculiar mood. She spoke in a somewhat low voice, "Today, you won’t be handling paperwork. e with me."

  Charlot said nothing and followed his superior.

  Miss Menielman led him deep into the prison, all the way down.

  Charlot had been w at this prison for some time, but he had never ventured beyond the office area. This was the first time he ehe prison's depths.

  What surprised him was that, for the rgest prison in the Empire, the number of prisoners was very low. Many of the cells were practically empty.

  He wasn’t particurly ied in the prisoners and didn’t think much of what this might mean.

  Kilmainham Prison was a fortress-like structure, and ihe tall, thick walls were only five buildings—two office buildings, a prison army barracks, a stable, and the main prison building.

  Charlot had just learhat the undergrouions of the prison were much deeper than the ones above ground. Following Miss Menielman, he desded about seventeen hteen floors before they finally reached the prison’s lowest level.

  The bottom level of the prison was not dark at all.

  A rge, sacred-looking door stood in the ter of the basement.

  Dozens of prison soldiers, armed and alert, stood in formation.

  Upon Menielman’s arrival, the guards quickly saluted. The Warden waved her hand and stepped into the rge door that had been built into the earth.

  Charlot hesitated for a moment before following her in. No oopped him.

  Passing through the door, Charlot felt his Blood Glory suddenly boil within him, and a faint red glow began to appear on his body.

  He quickly forced open the bloodthirsty vortex in his mind, gathered his Blood Glory, and calmed the turmoil within him, though he was still somewhat surprised.

  Blood Glory didn’t just boil up for no reason.

  Oher side of the door was another heavily guarded underground chamber.

  It looked more like a mine.

  The prison soldiers guarding the chamber all had araordinary aura, and the dense killing i made Charlot feel very unfortable. He even reached for the Vampiric axe hidden under his clothing.

  Miss Menielman led him through several heavily guarded gates and out of a bck tower.

  Once ba solid ground, Charlot was taken abad couldn’t help but excim. At this moment, he was certain of ohing.

  This was no lohe Fars Empire.

  Menielman spoke in a low voice, asking, "Do you know what a dimensional pne is?"

  Charlot nodded, aowledging that he had studied reted knowledge at uy.

  Menielman tinued, "This is the true Kilmainham Prison, a half-dimensional pne abandoned by the gods that once held a brilliant civilization."

  "Every year, the Empire sends rge numbers of prisoners here, erasing their memories and f new identities, turning them into residents of this pce to help the Empire explore ruins and mih."

  Charlot’s voice grew tight as he thought of many ominous possibilities. Nervously, he asked, "Miss, did y me here for something specific?"

  Menielman replied, "e with me."

  A few mier, Charlot was faced with a very ued person.

  Zimourman Axel Robin!

  Charlot had reviewed many files on Zimourman Axel Robin, but he had never met this legendary figure of the Empire.

  Zimourman was currently restrained on a stone bed, surrounded by tless people in bck robes with hoods, w busily.

  Menielman’s tone grew heavy as she whispered, "In a moment, there will be no more Zimourman Axel Robin in this world. There will only be a memory-wiped man, loyal to the Empire, called Captain Huntington."

  Charlot had no words to respond. Menielman had e here to see her former fiancé for the st time, and he clearly felt out of p this situation, but he couldn’t avoid it.

  Zimourman had either been ied with a drug that suppressed his extraordinary abilities or was under a special binding spell. He appeared very calm until the alchemical array glowed with strange light, at which point he slightly twitched—though it looked more like a vulsion.

  A thick, a book began to materialize in the air, and tless strands of gray mist floated from Zimourman, rising and merging into the strange book.

  Uhe influence of a mysterious force, a brilliant aura of battle energy bloomed around Menielman.

  Charlot’s Blood Glory surged again, subtly resonating with the heavy, a book’s spectral image.

  Uo resist, Charlot muttered under his breath, "The Jade Book!"

  He hadn’t seen it before, but he had heard of it.

  It was an artifact grao humanity by the Snake of Fate, one of the Nine Great Deities.

  There was a course at the uy that discussed the ins and funs of the Jade Book, as well as the alchemical magic derived from its knowledge.

  The Jade Book, the Sun Gold Book granted by the Lord of Light, and the Dead Sea Part left by the Lampbearer were sidered the three erstones of human civilization.

  Of course, as a transmigrator, Charlot didn’t quite believe in this narrative. He had studied the human civilization of this era, and these three artifacts didn’t seem to have much relevance. But that didn’t diminish the sho his heart.