He wanted more - from that man.

After Rong finished drinking a cup of tea, he hadn't seen the protagonist come back, so he couldn't help but go out. As soon as went out, saw the protagonist sitting in the corridor at the end of the promenade, motionless.

I don't know if it was Rong Wan's illusion, but the warm golden sunlight came in from the window, but it didn't fall on the protagonist. The back of the protagonist looks dark, as if it will drag the people around him into the abyss at any time.

The protagonist quickly noticed the movement behind him, turned his head to take a look, and the moment his eyes fell on Rong Wan, the gloomy feeling disappeared for a while.

He stood up and walked towards Rong Wan.

Rong Wan suppressed the momentary daze in his heart and pointed to the inside of the room: "Come here and help me copy the book."

All he put on the table are some floor plans provided by the system and the time when the royal guards are on shift. Originally, I didn't really understand the content of the words in this world, so I couldn't help but have one head and two big.

He wants the protagonist to remember these things, and after he gets the pass, he can get the things that belong to him smoothly. But it can't be made explicit, it can only be remembered by the protagonist in this way.

He believes that the protagonist is smart enough.

Sure enough, the first moment the protagonist's eyes swept across the blueprints, the expression in the drooping dark eyes changed slightly, but he quickly adjusted and returned to his original appearance. His memory is good enough. Even if he has experienced brainwashing several times on the battlefield, he still remembers the scene of entering the royal family when he was young, but he was able to enter the scope of the royal family at that time, just the scope that the royal family wanted their noble children to enter.

But now, in front of them are those addresses that the royal family has never revealed.

After seeing the protagonist's reaction, Rong Wan took out a box of things from under the desk, opened it, and said blankly, "I'll copy it later, you look at this first."

That box of things is a spiritual power ball, transparent and shining with a faint luster.

Each one is worth a fortune!

It must be noticeable that Zhu Jing’s account bought so many mental power balls at once, so Rong Wan let the beep system invade General Usi’s system, and unknowingly bought these spirits with General Usi’s account Power ball, spent billions of interstellar coins. At that time, if the royal family investigates, General Uth can still delay it for a while.

Now that the protagonist's spiritual power source has been deprived, if it is an ordinary person, there is absolutely no way to absorb these spiritual power balls and replenish spiritual power.

But Rong Wan knew that the protagonist was not an ordinary person.

When he was tied to the gallows in the ending, his mental power exploded suddenly, causing the entire empire to be destroyed, because another spiritual power source began to grow in his body!

Putting this on other people is simply something that is beyond the sky to even think about! After being dug out of the spiritual power source, he actually formed another one!

Therefore, as long as he constantly replenishes his spiritual power, the spiritual power source in his body will be restored as soon as possible. At that time, it will be easy to reverse the ending of the newspaper.

Rong Wan deeply felt that now he was just paving the way for the protagonist's golden fingers to expand, and adding to the protagonist's efforts.

However, the protagonist has not moved for a long time——

Jin Zhao stared at those mental power balls, his pupils shrunk sharply.

He knew what that meant.

When he was still in prison, he thought with hatred and despair more than once that if his mental power was still there, he would kill those people with his own hands. Or, not kill, but torture for a long time, inflict the suffering on those people thousands of times as they did to him, and get revenge back. He is not a soft-spoken person.

But his spiritual power has been taken away long ago, and he has no chance.

However, what is in front of him now is a whole box of mental power balls. For him, it is more urgently needed than the ointment to treat wounds. The admiral really spent hundreds of millions of assets to give him all these things? Jin Zhao breathed for a second, but not because of these mental power balls, but because of the person in front of him.

The Admiral intends to...

In the worst case, the admiral felt that the beast was difficult to train, so he gave him these spiritual power balls and sent him away from the mansion.

Or maybe it's just a test, shove a dagger into his hand, and test what he'll do. In any case, he is a threat to all the royal family including Princess Suya after all.

He couldn't help but tensed.

He stared at the admiral without a word, as if waiting to be sentenced to death, forcibly suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, and staring at his admiral.

until the admiral speaks.

"I hope you can regain your mental strength."

"Then return to freedom."

Rong Wan's voice was always low and magnetic, mixed with something that was not Admiral Zhu Jing, but his unique speaking habit. The tail sound is slightly raised, and it appears to have no offensive power. After all, he has also played some dramas. He knows that his voice is good, and even with Zhu Jing's voice, he can clearly convey his emotions.

Jin Zhao's dark and curled eyelashes trembled suddenly, and even his soul skipped a second.

free?

He thought that no one in this world would think that these two words could belong to a person like him, who was born with original sin.

Rong Wan said again: "Stretch out your hand."

It's not the tone of the command, but the unique tone that belongs to the admiral, which means that I won't hurt you.

Jin Zhao's knuckles moved stiffly. His life was full of killing and doubt, and he never took the initiative to believe anyone. But now... this person in front of me...

He stretched out his hand slowly.

The scars on his hand had completely disappeared, and only the faint traces and pale knuckles still reminded the owner of the hand's misfortune.

Without any hesitation, Rong Wan took his hand and gently put it on the mental power ball, saying, "Close your eyes."