Bizarre Detainment Facility: You're Containing a Human Like Me?

Moratti looks like a dedicated housekeeper at this time.

He stood on the edge of the pool, one palm covering his lower abdomen and the other hand across his chest.

There was a white bath towel hanging on the arm across his chest.

His attitude made Dante a little uncertain.

Everything seemed different from what he thought.

At this moment, Dante was carefully savoring what Moratti had just said.

"The identity is false, but the prophecy is true."

"What does he mean?"

Since Dante wasn't sure about Moratti's state at this time, he couldn't ask too many questions.

Fortunately, Moratti seemed to see Dante's worries.

He said calmly:

"It starts from the time when this city has not yet been established."

"At that time, there was a prophecy in the clan that a great king would appear in hell in the future."

"This great king will be recognized by the will of hell and help countless lives in hell to be saved."

"My father, Shock Moratti, was the high priest of the royal family at that time."

"Because I've lived so long, I can't remember how many years ago this happened."

"I only know that I was just an ignorant child at that time."

"Then my father began to train me according to the requirements of a king's servant."

"He told me that in the future I would become the great king's attendant."

Hearing this, Dante interjected with some confusion:

"Then what do you mean by the deal you just mentioned?"

Faced with Dante's question, Moratti's tone remained calm.

If you put him in a black tuxedo, he would really look like a butler.

He did not meet Dante's eyes, but stared straight ahead at the edge of the pool.

It was as if he was on guard against something.

Regarding Dante's question, he did not answer it immediately, but continued on by himself:

"Until one day when I became an adult, my father mysteriously disappeared."

"Through secret investigation, I learned that my father was ordered to be executed by the then Maharaja."

"The reason is that he tampered with the prophecy privately."

"This is the deal you just asked about."

This time Dante just nodded slightly and did not try to interrupt Moratti's words.

There was no expression on Moratti's face, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

"My father left a secret message to me, asking me to come to this location to build Moratti City."

"At the same time, he also explained the contents of the transaction in his last words."

At this point, Moratti's expression changed slightly.

His tone also became passionate.

"The last words told me that an outsider had made a private deal with my father."

"That is to replace the great king in the prophecy."

"The person appointed by this outsider will succeed the king."

"And before the great king in the prophecy was born, the outsider had already wiped out his entire clan."

"And during this time period, the prophecy has already been promoted by the royal family for dozens of hundreds of years."

"All efforts are made knowing that they will have a savior who will save them."

"And this savior is now you."

After listening to Moratti's story, Dante roughly understood what happened.

The general meaning is that there was a prophecy in the past.

A savior was prophesied to appear.

So the members of the royal family thought they saw the light of day, so they publicized this prophecy.

After decades of campaigning, this prophecy spread throughout hell.

All hell creatures know that a great king will be born in the future to save them.

As for how to save him, Dante had an idea in mind.

It is nothing more than leading these hell creatures out of this difficult environment.

However, someone plans to intercept the final fruit.

This man made a secret deal with the high priest in an attempt to tamper with the prophecy.

Clearly, this man has done it.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be here.

But there is a contradiction in this.

That's why Shock Moratti believed the outsider's words.

After all, for the high priest, the prophecy has been confirmed, so there is no need to replace him midway.

This is of no benefit to him.

And it also takes great risks.

Thinking of this, Dante was about to ask this question.

Moratti answered first:

"And one of the bargaining chips in the deal is for me to quickly become a god."

"As for the others, I don't know."

Hearing this, Dante narrowed his eyes.

Then he followed Moratti's words and continued:

"So after you became a god, you built this city here to wait for my arrival?"

Moratti nodded slightly.

"Exactly."

"The purpose of building this city here is to wait for your arrival."

"Then help you become the true Lord of Hell."

Dante took a deep breath and then walked out of the water.

After being nourished by a large amount of water, he no longer felt thirsty like before.

Moratti hurriedly handed over the towel that had been hanging on his arm.

But Dante didn't pick it up.

His skin was absorbing the droplets of water hanging on him.

In just a moment, those water drops disappeared.

These water drops were naturally absorbed into his body.

Dante was still skeptical of Moratti's words.

Not that he was suspicious by nature.

After all, it was just Moratti's one-sided statement.

In this unfamiliar place, it's always good to be careful.

Although Moratti's words are somewhat logical.

Thinking of this, Dante chuckled and said:

"Take me for a walk around the neighborhood?"

Hearing this, Moratti bowed slightly and said:

"As you wish."

The two left the palace and went to the backyard.

There is a plantation in the backyard.

There are several slaves busy among them at the moment.

There is a bucket beside them.

At this time, they were using a ladle to scoop water from the bucket to water the plants.

Dante narrowed his eyes and recognized the plants at a glance.

The plants grown in this plantation are tobacco leaves.

"Using precious water to water tobacco leaves?"

"You seem to like smoking?"

Dante pointed at the tobacco leaves and smiled at Moratti.

Moratti shook his head gently, and then explained calmly:

"This is for you too."

Hearing Moratti's words, Dante was stunned.

Before he could speak, Moratti continued:

"Each slave only needs one hundred milliliters of water a day to stay alive."

"Growing this tobacco leaf requires about ten liters of water per square meter per day."

"This plantation has been in existence for more than ten years."

"I can only deduce the approximate time of your arrival, so I only prepared these ten years in advance."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to a warehouse-like building next to the plantation and continued:

"What is stored in this warehouse is the tobacco leaves grown in the past ten years."

“They’re all dried and you can use them with confidence.”