Chapter 107
Chapter 108 A Desperate Search for Materials
Harlan did not understand her intentions, but he chose to cooperate anyway.
Lyra looked at him with a troubled expression and wrote on her notepad, “It’s really important p>
Harlan stared at the words for several seconds, his gaze thoughtful.
“Is someone giving you trouble p>
Lyra shook her head vigorously.
The motion was so exaggerated that it nearly sent the ferret curled on top of her head tumbling down.
Harlan pressed again. “You’re sure p>
Lyra nodded quickly, scribbling firmly, “Absolutely! I need it p>
“What size do you need?” Harlan asked.
Lyra held out her palm and wrote, “About the size of my palm, curved like a crescent moon p>
Harlan nodded in understanding.
“Would one day work p>
Lyra hesitated.
“It doesn’t need to be razor–sharp. Just a rough shape. Can
you
do it faster p>
“I can,” Harlan agreed, then added flatly, “but I don’t have any tools p>
Lyra froze.
She was the one who had confiscated all his dangerous items last time.
“I’ll figure something out. Wait for me p>
Harlan nodded. “Alright p>
Lyra headed straight for Cell 221.
Felix was basically a weapons hoarder of the cell block, always stocked with contraband gear. He’d voluntarily handed over a large cache last time, but Lyra suspected he’d hidden a few things away.
She peeked inside the cell. It was pitch– black and dead silent.
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Felix was most likely locked in one of his deep, lethargic slumps again.
Changing plans, Lyra walked over to Cell 201.
If she needed something sketchy done, Rook was the most reliable person for the job.
When she arrived, the hyena was already waiting for her, staring steadily in her direction.
Lyra waved at it.
The beast stood up, stretched lazily, and trotted over, resting its front paws on the cell window sill with its tail swaying gently back and forth.
Lyra scratched its large ears with one hand and nodded toward Rook inside the cell.
The hyena tilted its head, confused, and kept its eyes fixed on her.
Lyra pointed to her own eyes, then to Rook, gesturing repeatedly, asking if his eyes were open or closed.
The hyena had no way to explain and simply stared back at her.
Lyra widened her eyes exaggeratedly.
Like this?
The hyena nodded.
Relieved, Lyra tapped lightly on the metal cell door.
Rook didn’t move an inch.
She glanced at the hyena in confusion.
The hyena pulled its paws off the sill, walked over to its owner, and nudged Rook firmly with its nose.
Still no response from Rook.
The hyena nudged him again, harder this time.
“What p>
Rook’s irritated voice finally cut through the quiet.
Lyra raised her brows slightly.
It had honestly been ages since she’d heard his voice.
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His tone was thin and drained, heavy with the toll of severe psychic contamination.
Lyra hesitated, second–guessing her plan.
If he was already this worn out, was bothering him really worth it?
Receiving no answer, Rook didn’t turn around. Instead, he kicked the wall sharply with his foot, clearly annoyed.
Lyra shrank back awkwardly.
Same fiery, temperamental personality as always.
Unfortunately, Rook couldn’t read text, so she had no way to write him a note.
Running out of options, Lyra pointed at the metal cell door, then bit down on empty air, grunting and pulling backward with a strained expression to mime tearing a piece of metal free.
She was asking him to break off a small scrap of the door for her.
Even with no tools or materials to work with, the Sentinels possessed inhuman strength that could get the job done.
The hyena watched her strange pantomime blankly, its tail slowing to a lazy sweep as it tried to decipher her actions.
Unsure if it had understood, Lyra pointed at the door again, ready to repeat the gesture.
Rook finally turned his head.
“Are you starving or something p>
His first words were sharp and sarcastic as usual.
Lyra completely ignored his attitude. Her eyes widened slightly, staring at him in stunned silence.
Rook’s brows snapped together. He instantly turned his head away, his posture turning cold and defensive, leaving only the back of his head visible to her.
Snapping out of her daze, Lyra quickly waved her hands with a sincere expression, trying to signal she meant no harm or mockery.
But Rook refused to look at her again.
There had been no ridicule or scorn on her face, but the Sentinels‘ fragile pride was raw and oversensitive after endless days of psychic corruption. The smallest strange action was enough
to set them off.
The hyena glanced at its irritable owner, then shook its head at Lyra.
Once Rook’s bad temper flared up, he either flew into violent rages or shut down completely, sinking into unresponsive apathy.
Lyra nodded in understanding, giving the hyena a grateful look.
This approach wasn’t going to work. She needed a new plan.
“Stocking up again, huh p>
The commissary supervisor greeted Lyra with a warm smile as she walked in.
Lyra smiled and nodded back politely.
Scanning and logging her items, the supervisor chatted casually, “You’re such a thoughtful kid. You treat the Sentinels well, so none of them have lashed out or scared you, right p>
Lyra nodded firmly.
Kindness was always mutual, after all.
The supervisor paused when the scanner picked up a can of wall paint.
“This isn’t for them, is it p>
Lyra nodded once more to confirm.
The supervisor packed all her purchases into several large bags.
“You sure you can carry all this? Want to make two trips p>
He would’ve helped her carry the load himself if he didn’t have to stay posted at the commissary.
Lyra gestured that she could manage on her own.
Moved by her diligence, the supervisor handed her a piece of candy.
“Here, take this p>
Lyra brightened up and thanked him earnestly.
Back at the cell block, Lyra quickly passed out the snacks she’d bought as a cover for her real
errand.
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Once the snacks were distributed, she gripped the paint can tightly and pried hard at the sealed lid.
Rhys poked his head out of his cell, a lollipop in his mouth, and burst out laughing at her strained, grunting expression.
“Look at you struggling. Let me handle that p>
His hearty laughter made Lyra flush with embarrassment.
She carried the paint can over to him.
Rhys had broad palms and long, sturdy fingers. He supported the heavy can with one hand and twisted hard.
Click.
The lid popped off cleanly. Rhys immediately turned his head away, wrinkling his nose.
“Whoa! That smells strong p>
He held his breath and frowned. “What are you even using this for p>
Lyra took the can back from him, offering only a grateful smile and no explanation.
She grabbed the metal lid, hurried over to Harlan’s cell, handed it to him, and begged for his help once again with sincere gratitude.
Afterwards, she returned downstairs and stood across from the row of cells, pretending to touch up the wall paint out of boredom.
Arthur watched her, confused. “Isn’t maintenance staff supposed to handle wall repairs p>
Lyra turned her head and grinned innocently.
The silly, carefree smile softened Arthur’s gaze.
He assumed she was just looking for something trivial to keep herself occupied.
“You should’ve grabbed a mask. Those paint fumes are harsh p>
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