"Before noon today, we need to tidy up the section of the Royal Avenue on this side."

"Ladies will be in charge of repairing the road, understood? I will temporarily relax the rules you're bound by and allow you to use magic."

"Gentlemen, grab cleaning tools and follow me to sweep away the dirt on this stretch of road."

"Don't let me catch anyone slacking off... or else..."

A prison guard led a large group of inmates out to do volunteer work. She lazily dragged a chain connected to the inmates, issuing commands wearily, looking as if she hadn't slept well.

"Hey! Number 667! Where do you think you're going?"

No one knew how Anakis managed to free himself from the shackles. In a momentary distraction by the prison guard, he immediately deftly unfastened the handcuffs and dashed straight towards the depths of the Royal Avenue.

The prison guard wanted to give chase but found herself unable to, realizing she couldn't leave so many inmates unattended.

"You little rascal! You're finished. If you dare run further, I'll call the police to catch you! You'll get ten times the sentence!"

The prison guard shouted in frustration at Anakis, but it didn't deter him one bit.

The sky is high with birds flying, the sea is vast with fish leaping; unfettered, Anakis, like a dragon in the sea or a tiger returning to the mountains, broke free from his chains.

He ran with all his might, and in one breath, he plunged into the bustling Royal Avenue, disappearing from sight.

"Where... where... where is the flower shop?"

Gasping for breath, Anakis kept glancing back to check for any signs of the prison guard in pursuit, scanning the street on either side, looking for a shop with the word "flower" on the signboard.

"There it is!"

Finally spotting a shop with neatly arranged fresh flowers at the entrance, Anakis pushed through the crowded entrance and dove into the shop.

Seeing a woman dressed as a shopkeeper sitting at the front desk reading a book, Anakis eagerly approached, leaned tiredly against the flower stand, took a deep breath, and asked her.

"Beautiful lady... um, do you sell Persian chrysanthemums here?"

Puzzled, the shopkeeper raised her glasses, looked up at Anakis and immediately noticed this sweaty and lively handsome man, feeling a flutter in her heart.

But upon closer inspection, the shopkeeper saw the almost faded prison uniform he was wearing, and her heart sank.

"You..."

"I have money... um, I mean, I have brought money. Please turn a blind eye! I just want to buy a bouquet, a bouquet of chrysanthemums! I won't trouble you!"

Before the woman could respond, Anakis approached warmly, took her hand, and earnestly said.

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The Persian chrysanthemum is truly a flower of serene beauty and elegance.

Whether on a cliff or in a deep valley, it remains so.

Even in the cold and blood-stained laboratory of over twenty years ago, it remained the same.

The young and pretty Prometheus quietly plucked a superb Persian chrysanthemum from the flowerbed at his feet and walked towards Lucifer, who was sitting not far away reading a book, to offer the flower.

"I guess... you're different from them, aren't you?"

Holding up the flower, Prometheus approached Lucifer, looking at the gradually dispersing groups of angels around them, humorously remarked.

The angels implanted with various memories around them had turned into various forms: some into animals, some into plants, some into deformed human shapes, and some even transformed into certain objects.

Today is the day the lab lets the angels out for a walk. Angels who behave well will be released from the shelter to rest a bit.

Meanwhile, researchers like Maria and Oedipus will take this time to provide psychological counseling to the depressed angels, preventing them from going insane due to cruel experiments.

Taking the chrysanthemum handed over by Prometheus, Lucifer smelled the flower's fragrance, smiled, and closed the book on her knee.

Lucifer understood that Prometheus mistook her for Oedipus.

"You seem to do better than Maria, they all say that the angels really like you."

"Is it because of your gentle and fragrant demeanor like a flower?"

Prometheus brought over a stool, placed it in front of Lucifer, and sat down facing her.

"It's just a kindergarten teacher-like job, nothing special about doing it well or not."

With one hand pressing the book flat on her knee, Lucifer used the other hand to gently twirl the chrysanthemum's petals, placing it quietly on the book as she replied to Prometheus.