This is the first time that Nou has a warm sense of home from the bottom of his heart that he has lived in the manor he has lived in for a while, whether it is just due to the illusion of exhaustion and sleepiness, Nou has begun to accept this "home" shrouded in darkness from the bottom of his heart, where there is his loneliness, his loneliness, his story with Ti, his own thoughts, and his important life trajectory.

What a little manor in prison!

The ordinary appearance whitewashes his disguise, and the gorgeous interior represents his cold arrogance!

"Is this home? A place that gives people a sense of security, a place of nostalgia, and a place of anticipation......"

Nuo's heart burst out with a force again, like a person who is in a desperate situation but does not bow to fate, suddenly found hope, and saw the sun god throwing the light of the world to shine on his thin and fiery heart!

There were bursts of mental signals from the mobile armor, and Noh felt his lead-filled legs regain their lightness, and his crushed spine had enough strength to support him.

The distance that could be reached in a few dozen steps was still a few minutes away from the broad body of the previous generation armor, but this was already a very fast speed.

Nou walked to the open door.

The sound of vibrating footsteps had already startled the butler Hillen, who was guarding the door, and he opened the gate and stood in the doorway, watching Nuo slowly walk step by step in his blurred vision.

The stretcher cart was pushed in front by No, who roughly compared the width of the doorway, and it was enough for a wide cart to enter.

The manor house is surrounded by a fence, and due south is a gate for easy access, with an arched structure, although the material is ordinary, but it is also high enough.

There is also a small gate to the northwest, which faces the largest church outside the city of Kangjin, which sits in front of the river Liujin, and is shrouded in golden light all day long, so it is revered by the parishioners as a place of descent.

Hillen didn't stop the mobile armor of unknown origin in front of him, I don't know if he knew that the manipulator of this armor at this moment was his master, the illegitimate son of the contemporary pope called His Highness.

In fact, even if Hillen really didn't know anything, a person who was calm enough would not have made such a faux pas, such a large and extremely lethal mobile armor to break through a small wooden arch is as simple as a strong man stepping on a small ant, and doing so will always make people feel unwelcome, in case of impulse, the entire manor will be destroyed, it is better to open it generously, but to show the bearing of the master's family.

It was unclear whether Hillen knew what Nuo was, and at this time he didn't have the extra heart to figure out what others thought.

After Nuo entered the manor, he sat down on a small grass in the manor as if he had been freed, causing a thousand shocks.

Moments before his mental and physical collapse began, Nod broke off his ties with the armor in time and stumbled down from the armor's central hatch and fell to the dusty ground.

If you fail to leave the armor in time due to loss of consciousness while connected to the armor, there is a risk that the nerves will be swallowed and you will become a complete vegetative person, and the weaker your mind and body, the more likely this accident will be.

The old butler, Hillen, hurriedly rushed over and helped Nuo, whose face was so pale that there was not a trace of blood, to his feet.

Nou felt his throat steaming, his brain was stirring wildly, and his lungs were in dire need of oxygen, but he had no strength, he could only exhale softly one bite at a time, a feeling of nausea swept over him, Nou could only resist this feeling, he was afraid that this vomit would even drain all the blood in his body.

Helen supported Noh with all his might, and dragged him into the bedroom one by one.

The lights turned on, the cup on the table was filled with cold water, and Heeron fed Nuo one bite at a time, and then helped him to sit on the bed.

The white bed was stained with ash, but Nono didn't care, not to mention that he was nearly unconscious.

Hillen responsibly posed for No, pulling up the quilt.

Just when Hillen pulled the quilt in front of No, Nuo suddenly woke up briefly, he seemed to desperately raise half of his head, his upper and lower lips could hardly see the squirming, but he still made a little sound, he wanted to say something to Hillen in a weak voice as thin as a mosquito, Hillen hurriedly put his ear close and heard Not's last few explanations.

"There is a situation...... Wake me up...... Take care of the other ...... Armour...... Put away the push...... Trolley ......"

The voice was choppy, indistinct, and somewhat heavy, difficult to distinguish clearly, and Hillen barely understood a few words, roughly knew what Nuo meant, and turned his head to give Nuo, who was about to close his eyes, an affirmative nod.

As if the entrustment had received the last assurance, Nuo naturally closed his eyes and fell asleep, unconscious.

……

Hillen, who received Nuo's entrustment, also carried it out very seriously.

He didn't look at what was wrapped in the white hard cloth on the stretcher, but the weight of the object was beyond Hieron's imagination.

With no choice, Hillen had to find a few large rags from the grocery pile and put them together to cover up the entire cart.

However, the cart was only a trivial matter, and when Nuo came in, he was lying on the grass, and the silver-gray armor was leaning against each other......

The opening of the armor hatch is not an easy task, except for the automatic release of the operator's internal self-release with a specific control device, the only way to force the armor to be destroyed, but this forced behavior will only cause the entire operator to self-destruct in the armor's self-destruction system.

Helen, who had already entered old age, gasped slightly, Fang Cai's physical work had actually consumed most of his current strength, and now, he quietly looked at the silver-gray armor in front of him and fell into deep thought.

……

In the boundless darkness, Prison Island can only rely on the drum tower in the center of the island to bring the clock to the people of the island.

At this moment, the big clock that no one can see has just turned zero, and if it is placed in normal times, everyone has already fallen asleep.

But now, there is still one person who has not slept.

Hillen sat diligently in the open space of the manor, cups of sober tea poured into his throat, and the stone table was lit with special incense, like an invisible protective cover beside Hillen, blocking the ordinary mosquitoes from constantly invading his mind.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

What awaits with conviction.

Or is it just a conscientious fulfillment of the promise's commands?

Hillen picked up the teacup and took the last sip of the not-so-hot tea, the water in the teapot had bottomed out.

The world of silence has always been normal on Prison Island, and there is often no social interaction between people, no interaction, only a life of being locked up in a dungeon all day.

However, the opportunity to break the silence seems to have come.

The dusty ground shook slowly, and the dust seemed to be bounced up by a huge force from afar, merging into the air, and the slightly weighty grains of sand fell together and swayed regularly.

As if a great enemy was coming, he rode away again.

Hiren felt the shaking, and it wasn't like a revenge from the Earth Goddess, so there was only one possibility—a heavy armored unit was about to arrive nearby!

Helen put down the teacup in his hand, and when he got up, he wrapped the fur coat he was wearing a little tighter, and the night on Prison Island was very cold, and at this time there was even more anxiety and oppression.

Walking briskly to No's bedroom, Hillen politely knocked on the door first, and after a few seconds, seeing that there was no response, he pushed the door open and entered.

Noh was still asleep, his face was expressionless, his posture after falling asleep had not changed from the posture when he had fallen asleep in the afternoon, and the quilt had covered Nou's whole body steadily, making it difficult for the cold wind to invade No's weak body.

It looks like it will be a while before Lino naturally wakes up, and even at any point the next day.

But Noya had already told Heren to wake him up if there was an emergency.

But for normal people, if they pass out in a coma, they can't be woken up by normal behavior.

"Your Highness, Your Highness."

Sheren called out softly to No, and nudged him on the shoulder.

Nou didn't react at all.

"Your Highness, something important is happening outside, wake up quickly."

Helen's voice grew louder and shook harder, but it was still not enough, and Nou remained unconscious.

Seeing that the conventional methods did not work, Helen left the bedroom for a moment and turned to his room.

Compared to No's bedroom, which was obviously much more modest, there was only a small bed, no decoration on the wall, and there was a cabinet at the head of the bed, and Hillen walked to the cabinet and took out a square wooden box from the drawer of the cabinet.

The box was not big or small, and when Heren opened it, he saw a slender object embedded in the box, which looked like a wick.

Hillen took the long, wick-like object and returned to No's bedroom.

Sheren walked over to the fuel lamp in his bedroom.

The fire of the oil lamp burned faintly, as if it were burning the horrors of the world.

Hillen brought his slender hand close to the oil lamp and lit it.

As the room gradually filled with the smell of incense, Helen continued to pinch the burning "wick" and approached No, who was on the bed.

He lifted the yellow flame above No's head, his mouth close to Nou's ear, and spoke in a voice that was softer and quieter.

"Your Highness, the Divine Messenger is coming."

The voice went down No's ear canal all the way into his mind, to the depths of his soul.

Like a frightened bird, No's eyes opened suddenly, and his dark blue pupils pointed at Heren with endless changes, but in another moment, No's eyes closed again, his body continued to shake, and finally slowly reopened his eyes, his hands stretched out of the bed, holding his head, and struggling to get up against the bed.

Noe woke up, but was clearly exhausted.

He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound came out.

Seeing this, Heren hurriedly poured a glass of re-boiled cold water and handed it to Nuo.

Noh took it, drank it in one gulp, coughed a few times, and was finally able to make a little sound.

"Is there some kind of emergency?"

No, with his hands on the quilt, leaned his head against the wall next to the bed asked.

Hillen grew his ears and replied: "Yes, Your Highness, I just felt the vibration of the ground, or if you feel it carefully now, the vibration is getting stronger and stronger, like ......"

"Army, armored samurai."

Nuo shook his head vigorously, trying to make his brain sober up quickly, and his voice was thrown out by himself, becoming more and more blurred.

After sitting for another two minutes, Noh got out of bed trembling and leaned against the wall.

"Did you burn incense in this house?"

No, smelling the odor, asked Hieren.

"Yes, Your Highness, I thought the incense would soothe your mind, so I lit it after you fell asleep."

Nod nodded, not saying more.

Time is meaningless to Prison Island in normal times, and Nuo is not curious about what time it is, he only cares about the final test next.