The warden who guards the witches

"I understand your request, but I don't quite understand, warden. What's the benefit of doing this?" Witch Daly sat on a chair with a cup of black tea in her hand.

"I don't quite understand your motives either." The necromancer Arsenal, sitting next to her, poured tea into the cup expressionlessly. "After all, killing that gang leader will not help you in any substantial way, but only bring risks. Silain's revenge target is Camilla, not him. As long as she doesn't accept the truth, even if you help her get revenge in this way, she still can't get relief."

In the reading room of the prison library, Aiden was having a tea party with Daly and Arsenal.

In exchange for helping Aiden manage the prison, Aiden allowed the two to set aside two hours a day to continue their forbidden technique research in this library.

This time, he wanted to discuss things with the two of them, so he simply walked to the library himself during this incident.

"I will find another way to solve the problem of Silane." Aiden took the tea that Arsenal had poured. "Is my motive so important? When do I have to report to you when I do something?"

Daily and Arsenal looked at each other, and then spoke to Aiden at the same time:

"I am worried about you!" Daily looked concerned.

"I am afraid that you will capsize in the gutter and die." Arsenal, still expressionless.

Aiden's hand holding the teacup to his mouth stopped in mid-air, and he looked at the two without saying a word.

"Although I still believe in your strength, the warden, it is not impossible for you to be killed by a stray bullet if you are distracted." Daily spread his hands, "If you die, it will be a big trouble for us. No one can guarantee whether the next warden will be willing to make such a deal with us."

"I would feel very sorry if you died outside. You have inherited Avansha's physical transformation ability now, and I am very interested in your body. Even if you are going to die, I would rather let me study your corpse..." Arsenal adjusted his glasses expressionlessly.

Aiden finally couldn't help it and put down the teacup in his hand: "Stop it! Why do I feel like you two are taking the opportunity to curse me? I came to you to entrust you to ensure my own safety. Well, to be honest, it seems that there is really no substantial benefit for me to do this. But..."

"But?" Daley repeated.

"If I kill that gang leader, I will feel good, that's all." Aiden raised the teacup and took a sip.

Daley thought about it and nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, this sounds like a good reason... But why don't you just take me out? I can help you kill the target directly."

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Aiden rolled his eyes, "Wouldn't that mean I'd have to go to jail instead?"

"That's good, warden. You can come in and keep us company. Maybe we can even sleep in the same room..."

"Who wants to come in and keep you company? Besides, I'm a man. Even if I go in, I'll go to a men's prison."

"Don't worry about that. In fact, among the witches I know in the 'Witch Assembly', many of them know the secret technique of long-term gender change. I've experienced it..." Daley looked serious.

"Experienced it? So are you a man or a woman?" Arsenal looked at Daley, and her unchanging expressionless face suddenly showed some vigilance.

"Well..."

"You two stop talking too much!" Aiden suddenly realized and banged his fist on the table a few times, "I'm asking if you can support me remotely!"

"Of course no problem." Daley and Arsenal answered in unison.

"It would have been better if you had done it earlier." Aiden folded his hands, "So, how far can you cast spells?"

His plan was to hope that the two would support him without showing up. To execute the plan, he must know their maximum casting distance.

He has knowledge of black magic, so he knows that the power and manipulation accuracy of offensive magic are often inversely proportional to the casting distance.

"Don't worry about this, I can stay in the prison and support you, no matter where you go." Arsenal answered calmly, "I don't want to leave here at all."

"I really want to leave the prison for a walk, but considering the risk of being discovered, I'll stay here to support you." Daley also echoed.

"How to do it?" Aiden asked.

The old town is quite far away from here, far beyond the limit that most black magic can reach.

The spells that can reach such a long casting distance are basically exploration spells like Daly's familiar manipulation, or pre-set demon contracts.

"It can be done with summoning spells. I can summon shadow demons to attach to your shadow, and then completely transfer the control to you. The time limit is about three hours. If you continue to force the demons beyond this time, they will backfire." Daly gave a plan.

"I can make a guardian spirit to attach to you, so that you can drive it to cast necromancy in a short period of time. There is no time limit, but if the spirit's magic power is exhausted, it will disappear by itself." Arsenal explained calmly.

"In other words, as long as I am possessed by these summons, I can borrow your abilities myself?" Aiden understood.

"You are already a strong man. With our power, not to mention your own safety, even if you can flatten a gang's stronghold, it will definitely not be a problem." Daley encouraged happily, "You can try it out first. If you are not satisfied, we will exchange it!"

"It sounds quite exciting." Aiden nodded.

He did not want to borrow the power of Daley and others to directly attack the gang, but to implement a risky plan, no matter how stubborn he was, he had to be prepared to get out of it. After all, if you don't have a trump card when pretending to be cool, it is easy to overturn.

"Then what rewards do you want?" He took the initiative to mention the reward for the transaction.

"I want you to help me see what new snacks are available on Street 7. Anything baked will do." Daley smiled.

"As for me, I hope you can help me buy some books that are hard to get in prison..."

"What kind of hard-to-get books?" Aiden picked up the teacup and drank tea.

"Novels about love between beautiful boys, as long as they are new this year, are fine." Arsenal said slowly.

Aiden's hand trembled, and the tea splashed on his face.

After a long while, he looked at Arsenal: "You, like this?"

Arsenal nodded silently.