The warden who guards the witches

Hearing Isabella's response, Kyle's eyes widened immediately. He rarely experienced such setbacks.

How could it be that with my natural charm and the powerful power of the blood prince, mortals would be indifferent! ?

After a moment of thinking, he turned around and tried to use simple blood magic to make blood seep from his fingers, but found that nothing happened.

The magic power...cannot flow.

He found the reason.

The magic power was suppressed. This prison seemed to have devices that could seal the magic power at the entrance and exit, including this reception.

So that's it... It's not my own problem. Thinking of this, Kyle breathed a sigh of relief.

Isabella sat at the window and looked at the startled blood prince, and couldn't help frowning.

What's wrong with this person?

Kyle turned around again: "Excuse me, can I meet your leader here?"

"Are you planning to... ask the warden for a backdoor?"

Isabella saw that the other party had no intention of hiding anything, so she simply asked bluntly.

"Just to discuss, I really have something important to see Ophelia." Kyle smiled.

"I can help you tell him, but I have to remind you that even if you meet the warden, he will probably not allow it. And he probably won't see guests today. He said that there will be important guests visiting this afternoon." Isabella replied calmly.

"Guest?" Kyle was stunned for a moment.

"Excuse me..." The blonde girl appeared behind Kyle and looked out the window.

"Hello." Isabella turned her eyes directly to the girl and raised her hand to her.

Kyle, whose application for the meeting had been rejected, could only reluctantly make way and let the girl behind him come to the front.

"I have an appointment to meet the warden, her name is Alice Liddell." The young woman said.

"Ah, Miss Liddell, right? The warden has already informed us in advance. Please take this temporary pass and go through the passage over there. A prison guard will lead you in." Isabella pointed the way to the visiting guest.

The visitor named Alice took the pass and entered the corridor guarded by the prison guard.

...

A few minutes later, "Alice Liddell" appeared in the warden's office.

"Welcome, the witch at the top..." After the prison guard who led the way closed the door, Aiden, who was sitting behind the desk, stood up and greeted enthusiastically, "What should I call you now? Abigail? Or...Ms. Liddell?"

Alice Liddell - this is the pseudonym that Abigail and Aiden agreed to use when she came to visit him. According to Abigail, this is the name of her "mother", and this name was given by her "grandmother", the unknown witch who founded the Flying Spaghetti God Cult.

Aiden was not surprised when he heard the full name. Alice Liddell was the prototype of the protagonist of the famous fairy tale "Alice in Wonderland". The senior time traveler obviously copied this name for his "daughter".

"Let's call her Abigail. I'll feel more used to it." Abigail sat down in the guest seat and took a sip of the black tea prepared for her.

"To be honest, I'm not used to looking at you like this now." Aiden sat down again and picked up the teacup. "Is this appearance a disguise?"

The appearance of Abigail now is completely different from the one Aiden saw in that space when she was summoned. The height, body shape and even the voice are not the same, not to mention the pair of devil-like long horns on her head when she was in the space.

"Yes, I have a few 'templates' that I can use when I go out, for men, women, young and old." Abigail replied calmly, "If necessary, I can also turn into an animal."

Aiden thought that since the barrier that allowed him to enter the prison had not failed, this ability to transform must also be the power of the "life" authority. Lamia once mentioned that the "life" authority can easily change the form of creatures and create synthetic beasts that are difficult for ordinary biological alchemy to survive, so changing the appearance or even turning into an animal is certainly not a difficult task.

In order to meet Abigail, Aiden specifically ordered someone to temporarily overload the prison's magic seal barrier. Even the most powerful witch in the legend could not use a trace of magic.

But Aiden also knew that this means alone could not make him safe now. After all, the barrier could seal the black magic but not the words of God, and the person sitting in front of him was a "saint" who was close to authority.

"I was really shocked when you said you wanted to visit me." Aiden pretended to be calm while drinking tea. "I always thought you were the kind of person who never left the house... I heard from others that you would only meet those witches you recognized, and you did so with credentials. When the cult besieged the Demon Feast Forest, I didn't see you leave."

It's impossible not to be nervous when being in the same room with such a dangerous person like Abigail.

But Aiden knew very well that he must not show this emotion. When Abigail asked to visit him, he did not refuse, because he soon realized that he could neither stop nor hide Abigail from coming to see him.

Now that Abigail came, he did not arrange for guards to be present, because he knew that there was no point in arranging them. Being overly vigilant would make Abigail see at a glance that he had been bluffing.

Although it was a bit risky, this risk had to be taken.

"I actually go out and visit other witches, but rarely." Abigail replied calmly, "My workshop is in the Demonic Banquet Forest, where my lifelong research is stored, and there is also a venue for witch gatherings... I usually don't leave easily. It feels like the last time I went out... It should have been five years."

"Then should I feel honored to be able to visit you?" Aiden smiled.

"There is nothing we can do about it. After all, our transaction can only be completed in person." Abigail changed the topic from greetings to the main topic.

Aiden nodded: "Did you bring what I want?"

Abigail nodded and took out a glass ball from her pocket: "This is the core of the golem made by Vera. Just smear your own blood on it and feed it to the amalgam golem, and the golem will recognize you as its master. There is a small hole on the core. Just insert hair into it and you can command the golem to track the target."

After Abigail finished speaking, she threw the glass ball to Aiden, who took it and immediately began to experiment. After smearing his own blood, he threw the glass ball to the mercury ball that had been shrinking in the corner without moving.

With the guarantee of the operation of the sealing barrier and the divine word of "order" to use, he was not worried that the witch assembly would do anything to this prop.

After swallowing the glass ball, the mercury ball fluctuated rapidly as if it was boiling, and then changed into a human figure - a man with a similar physique to Aiden.