My Cell Prison - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Chapter 50 – Darkmoon

A provisional chamberlain that crawled out of a grave?

“Don’t tell me that every single freshman would be attended by a corresponding chamberlain?” Han Dong curiously asked.

“That’s correct. The Graveyard Chamberlain Committee that I am a part of are in charge of receiving the Trainee Knights, and we are also in charge of maintaining hygiene as well as the general security of the surroundings and environment in the inner island at the same time.”

“Graveyard Chamberlain Committee…”

Han Dong readily accepted everything and followed the Graveyard Chamberlain toward that main faculty building.

“Its body has already undergone significant decomposition and there was a good portion of its body that already has open ulcerated wounds. The lack of blood flow and active cells is a clear indication that it is already in a ‘dead’ state, so why is it still able to move about like normal? If I have the time and equipment, I would really like to observe their cellular structure more closely.”

Due to the limited equipment available to do such tests, Han Dong had no way of studying cells like he would usually do.

He would have to wait till he had amassed a good amount of funds and get a thorough understanding as to the level of science and technology found in the Holy City before he made plans to conduct more in-depth research toward the strange and magical creatures at the biological level.

While Han Dong was making his way to the faculty building in front of him, the Graveyard Chamberlain began describing some basic information in detail regarding the Department of Mysticism.

“The main faculty building of the Department of Mysticism is called the Darkmoon Spire. The head of the department, who is also the Chief of Staff for the Plague Knights Corps, is Mr. Black and White. He was the one who renovated and expanded the place 30 years ago. He was the one who set up the ‘Dark Moon’, which shrouds the Spire in totality. It is the tallest building here in the National Royal Knights’ Academy, divided into four floors and 14 important sectors.”

“The Chief of Staff for the Plague Knights Corps?!”

This was the second Knights’ Regiment name that Han Dong had heard of.

Furthermore, the post ‘Chief of Staff’ was considered the second highest position in a regiment, which made it apparent just how high ranking an office he held.

The Graveyard Chamberlain continued to proudly elaborate, “Even though the Plague Knights Corps is not the strongest out of the thirteen regiments, they are an indispensable bunch of specialists. Mr. Black and White’s existence is of unparalleled importance here in the whole Holy City.”

“Hmm… There are thirteen Knight Regiments? No wonder Fergus Barton wanted to recruit me to his Black Rose Cavalry Regiment after learning that I got through a 4-star novice scenario.”

The chamberlain continued, “With the Darkmoon Spire as the central building, the Department of Mysticism has 4 neighboring regions – Darkmoon Forest, the Necropolis, Old Sewers, and the Stillwater Marsh. Every region has its purpose for existing, which you will naturally come to learn in the future. I will specifically remind you to take extra care in both the Old Sewers and the Stillwater Marsh. You would be putting your life in danger if you attempt to enter either of these locations.”

“I understand.”

Han Dong more or less got a general understanding of the territories that were under the jurisdiction of the Department of Mysticism.

“If I may ask, would you guys not turn into ghouls residing in the Necropolis?”

The chamberlain smiled as it answered, “Under the protection of the ‘Dark Moon’, we would not be disturbed by anything beyond the city walls…”

“Dark Moon, you say,” Han Dong raised his head.

A black moon that looked similar to a lunar Eclipse hung up in the skies above. (The middle was all black, with a halo of white light that outlined the dark circle within)

The Dark Moon hid the entire territory that made up the Department of Mysticism from anyone outside. At the same time, it completely isolated the mental influence that came from the higher beings outside of the city walls.

They spent almost half an hour traversing through the Necropolis before they finally made it to a side entrance of the Darkmoon Spire, sealed shut behind a heavy metal gate.

A winch turned, opening the portcullis to reveal a foyer within the Spire, with many other Trainee Knights gathered inside.

It was an elevator lobby, with more than ten old lifts that were installed within.

Every single lift corresponded to a different area floor, and people needed to enter a sequence of corresponding serial numbers on the copper keypad in order to use these lifts.

“The lifts are a fast and safe method to shuttle inside the Spire. It would help you go through some of the fairly dangerous areas and bring you directly to the place you wish to head to… I suggest you familiarize yourself with the various serial numbers that you’d need to use the different lifts after you’re done with your enrollment. It would save you quite a lot of time.”

“Got it.”

The lift they were riding came to a stop on the middle level area of the Spire.

The Graveyard Chamberlain did not continue to lead the way forward, merely extending its hand out and gesturing, “In front of you is the Trainee Knight’s provisional meeting room. Please head inside and hand over your test item. Once all the Trainee Knights are done with their tests, the result announcement, self introductions as well as the Tutor Selections would all be occurring inside.”

“Thank you.”

Tutor Selections.

As an associate professor and tutor to Masters students in a university in his previous life, he was of course well aware what Tutor Selections meant.

After admitting graduate students, the tutors in the faculty would sit in a conference room with all the students who had passed the test and engage in conversations pertaining to their academic and personal interests, before ultimately selecting the appropriate tutor based upon the student’s personality and area of interest.

“Let’s see how things go first.”

Han Dong had absolutely no idea about the tutor situation in the Department of Mysticism.

He only knew of just the one, and that was the department head that the chamberlain had spoken from before – Mr Black and White… It would not be easy to attach himself to the tutor that was pretty much on the level of a dean.

Pushing past the ebony wood door that was at the end of the corridor, he saw a fairly large round table in the council chambers.

The room had two levels.

A candlestick chandelier with over hundreds of branches hung up above, with each branch shaped like a human arm, and all the candles being held in the open palms.

On the first level was the round table where the Trainee Knights were all seated. It was a large black stone table that could seat about 60 trainees and there was a file on each person’s seat so they would be in their correct seats.

The second level’s design was very strange as there were a dozen over seats that were mounted onto the wall, making it look like these tutors would all be in seats that were suspended in midair.

There were already more than 20 Trainee Knights that were gathered there.

Most of them had European features, with their hair colors being the only difference, though everyone shared the same fair skin.

Also, a majority of their accessories and dressing was emblematic of their non-commoner status. They were all like Edward, youths of middle or upper class descent.

Han Dong looked extra conspicuous standing there in his commoner clothing.

Of course, people who made it to this stage would have passed every step of the tests and had all qualified as Trainee Knights. None of them would judge a book by its cover, and at most, they would just secretly make comments about the quality of Han Dong’s physique.

However, there were not many trainees who did not bear any visible injuries to their bodies.

Most had been injured in the course of the test that the Department of Mysticism had set up, with some even appearing to be grievously wounded.

Han Dong placed the iron box that he had chosen for his test in the corresponding indentation on the table… The sound of gears turning accompanied the iron box as it sank, now being referred to the relevant division for assessment.

Most of these youths were very dissatisfied with the dangerous test that the Department of Mysticism had set for them, voicing their dissent and complaints audibly.

Take for example the male trainee that was seated beside Han Dong.

He had a very large injury on his waist, and he had used some special means to staunch the flow of his blood. The man had managed to suture his blood vessels and external injuries.

Of course, in the process of sewing himself up, he was spitting out some fairly flowery language incessantly.

“Such individual testing is different from the cooperative partying in the Space of Destiny… Things become dangerous the moment our own strength is lacking.”