Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 151 Swamp Fishman
Boom!

The sky was covered with dark clouds and heavy rain was pouring down. It was a rare rain in the Travel City. Covered by thick dark clouds, the Travel City was dark before dusk.

In the rain, many houses lit up magic lights, dotted and hazy.

At the police headquarters, the dark elf police officer slammed open the door of the archive room and slammed the table to wake up the dozing archivist.

Bang bang bang!
"Don't sleep, little one. It's not time to get off work yet."

The archivist raised his head suddenly and shook his head from side to side in a trance, "Boss, I'm not asleep, I just lay down for a while."

"You can't even open your eyes, yet you're still trying to make excuses. Don't worry, I'm not here to check on you.

Archivist, please retrieve all the files on the Porto Pietro Sulphur Case, sort them out and give them to me. Note that I want not only the files on the recently closed cases, but also the files on the cases that were opened several years ago. In short, I want all the files on the Porto Pietro Sulphur Case. "

"Okay, leader. Here you go." The archivist casually pulled out a file bag from the table and handed it to Ota.

Ota:?
"Huh? How did you prepare in advance? Did you know the future?"

The archivist shrugged his shoulders and said, "Leader, I have been working here for more than ten years. I will prepare copies of the files of major cases without you asking. Leaders at all levels are waiting for them."

Ota glanced at the file, nodded and said, "Okay, thank you." He left the police station with the file, glanced left and right, and suddenly saw Richard standing under the eaves of a street house to avoid the rain.

The rain was pouring down, and the pedestrians around were in a hurry, all wanting to leave as soon as possible. Only Richard stood under the eaves with his staff, looking up at the sky calmly, seeming out of tune with this world.

"In terms of looks, Warden Li is almost as good as an elf, but he also has a unique temperament. What a good-looking guy. No wonder he can charm the Lord of Xingge City. If I were a girl, I wouldn't be confused either."

Ota sighed inwardly, put the document in his arms, and ran quickly to Richard.

"Warden Li, I got the file. There were so many officials at all levels who needed the files recently, and I had a hard time getting one for them. Don't worry, I've checked it, and it's absolutely complete."

"Thank you for your hard work." Richard smiled and took the file. He didn't even find a place to sit down, he just stood in the rain and took out the file and quickly read it.

"The course of the case, the details of the investigation, the list of officials who accepted bribes, the list of officials who committed suicide, the movement of the stolen money in the sulfur case... I have it. This is what I want."

After finding what he was looking for, Richard let out a long sigh and put the file away.

He patted the file and said to Ota, "I'll take this first. Thank you for your help. I will reward you handsomely someday."

"Warden Li, you are too polite. This is just a small matter and it's not worth mentioning." Ota said politely, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

Richard patted Ota's shoulder and strode into the rain. Ota followed immediately, took off his police officer uniform and covered Richard's head with it. He himself was soaked by the heavy rain.

Boom!

Lightning roars!

In the dark clouds, a hideous gargoyle tore through the clouds and swooped down. Richard jumped up and was caught in mid-air by the gargoyle and protected in his hands.

"Ota, see you tomorrow." Richard's voice faded away with the gargoyle. Ota looked up at the giant beast in the rain that was darker and more ferocious than the dark clouds, and felt envy in his heart.

“Even without the protection of Lord Xingge, Warden Li is still a powerful lord with his own private soldiers.

Hey, is that gargoyle a little bigger than before, and seems to be darker? Uh... It's unlikely. No matter how powerful Warden Li is, he can't have a gargoyle factory that can upgrade gargoyles. The gargoyle factory is a military factory.

It should be another gargoyle."

……

……

"Hoohoo!"

In Saint Laurent Prison, Richard used magic to light a huge fire. The raging flames burned the wet brass mold, quickly burning the mold into shape.

More than thirty logistics skeleton soldiers formed an assembly line, took the copper shovel out of the mold, installed a wooden stick, tied it with a rope, and made a simple copper shovel.

Another group of logistics skeleton soldiers lined up and received shovels one by one.
The skeleton soldiers who received the shovels automatically lined up and walked towards the back door of Saint Laurent Prison, heading straight for the swamp.

At this moment, the swamp has changed drastically.

In the muddy swamp, the skeleton soldiers paved a wide road with pebbles and soil, leading directly to the lair of the swamp snakemen.

The swamp snakeman subdued by Richard carried a backpack on his back and walked on the cobblestone road, transporting unextracted sulfur ore like a dump truck.

Huge pieces of sulfur ore were unloaded by the swamp snakemen next to the blast furnace, and then thrown into the continuously burning blast furnace by the skeleton soldiers to burn off the impurities and refine them into liquid sulfur slurry. Then boiling water stones, wood ash, crystal powder and other things were added to make the sulfur slurry completely pure. After the sulfur slurry solidified again, it became pure sulfur stone.

If you break the sulfur stone, you can get unformed sulfur fragments. If you collect enough sulfur fragments, they will automatically fuse into one unit of sulfur.

This process is quite complicated, time-consuming and labor-intensive because it is not a normal mineral mining process but rather mineral theft.

According to the rules and laws, the swamp is the territory of the Travel City. If Xingge leads people to occupy the sulfur vein under the snakeman's lair, she only needs to send people to mine, and the sulfur knocked down by her miners will automatically become a standard unit sulfur resource.

This is the rule of this world. Unless someone can take down the Travel City, all the minerals within the territory of the Travel City belong to the Travel City. Others can only steal them.

But no matter how clumsy Richard's digging method was, he had already stolen it.

The best sulfur was transported to the resource warehouse for storage. Richard estimated that the weekly output could reach 30 units.

30 units of sulfur converted into gold coins in one week would be equivalent to his salary for the previous six months.

"If I can earn so much money from a small sulfur mine, how much gold coins must the Sulfur Lake earn? No wonder the lord of Porto Pietro took such a risk.

If it were me, I would leave too. That amount of resources and wealth is enough to turn a fool into a legend. If he tries hard, he may even become a demigod."

This made Richard sigh:
“Sure enough, those who work are not as good as those who do business, and those who do business are not as good as those who are lords.

The lord is the top of the pyramid in this world. If you can't become a lord, you will end up being an ant. And now, I can only be considered half a lord.

Although I have the special prison city of Saint Laurent Prison, it is completely surrounded by the City of Travel. I only have a small amount of territory, and it is all a magic-forbidden area, with no room for development. It's just like the Vatican.

The Vatican has the blessing of religious holy places, but my Saint Laurent Prison has nothing. If I want to develop, I can only find a way out myself.

Richard patted his gargoyle, and the gargoyle carried Richard high up. He looked down at Saint Laurent Prison from the air, and saw from afar that the skeleton soldiers were urgently reinforcing the road in the heavy rain to prevent the cobblestone road from being flooded by the muddy water spreading from the swamp.

Further away, the swamp snake people were patrolling back and forth in the swamp. This heavy rain not only had no negative impact on the swamp snake people, but instead made them feel like fish in water.

Chi!

Not far away, a puff of green smoke came out. Under the continuous beating of the heavy rain, the blast furnace used to melt sulfur was extinguished.

"It's easy to extinguish a blast furnace, but it's hard to wait for it to heat up again. Even with my fire magic, it will take most of the day to get the temperature inside the blast furnace to a level that can dissolve the sulfur ore.

I'll have to have Greenham put a rain guard on the top of the furnace someday."

Richard was just thinking about it when he suddenly saw the swamp snake people twisting restlessly. Some of them jumped up and down and kept slapping the mud with their tails, while others swayed from side to side, their bodies shaking. From a distance, it looked like a group of demons dancing wildly.

"What's going on?" Richard frowned and immediately asked the gargoyle to carry him over.

Before he flew to the location, he saw from his magic vision a white line emerging from the dark swamp in the distance, as white as a fish's belly.

This white line is irregular and crooked, and it is getting closer to Saint Laurent Prison.

"Oh no, there are enemies! Some creatures are trying to sneak attack us while it's raining."

Richard snapped his fingers, and the [Atmosphere Perspective] magic was activated instantly.

A pair of god-like eyes broke through the thick dark clouds and looked around the swamp.

"This is... the swamp fishman!" Richard was shocked.

Swamp fishmen are one of the main creatures in this swamp, occupying most of the swamp. They have rough skin, can resist the damage of magic, and can breathe freely in the swamp.

Smart swamp fishmen will make spears out of spear grass grown in the swamp. They are extremely powerful and fight very bravely. Every swamp fishman will throw away the spear in his hand before he dies, launching a final attack with his life.

"They're looking for death. I haven't even gotten around to cleaning up the swamp yet, and they dare to come over here."

Richard frowned and took a deep breath. He slapped the gargoyle under him, and the gargoyle immediately opened its mouth and made a hissing sound that no other creature could hear.

"Dong, Dong, Dong" the big bell of Saint Laurent Prison rang, and another gargoyle guarding the gate flapped its green wings and flew straight to the underground prison.

Green Ham also immediately crawled out of the underground prison and was caught by Qingcui.

In the swamp, the fat blue man covered in frost slowly raised his head and walked towards Richard step by step.

One arrow pierces the clouds, and thousands of troops come to meet.

Richard was not panicked at all in the face of this sudden encounter. He did not hesitate to mobilize all the forces he could to fight these fishmen head-on!
Except for Dog Brother who was sleeping soundly in the kennel, all the other prison bosses came.

“Warden, Hei Chun has detected a hostile unit. We have determined that the enemy is likely to threaten the safety of Saint Laurent Prison.

Hei Chun requests to annihilate the other party, please approve it, warden."

The gargoyle under Richard's body had red light in its eyes, and its huge wings were fully spread out. Stone spikes made of rock protruded from deep within its abdomen and legs, making it look extremely hideous.

Thanks to the selfless contribution of a bottled god who wishes to remain anonymous, several major forces of Saint Laurent Prison have completed their advancement.

What surprised Richard the most was that the intelligence of the two gatekeepers, Heng and Ha, had been greatly improved after their advancement.

"I know you've been holding it in for a long time recently, go ahead."

Richard smiled slightly, patted Hei Chun's back hard, and jumped off Hei Chun.

Whoops!

Hei Chun let out a silent roar towards the sky, spread his wings, and dived straight towards the swamp fishman.

"Jili Gulu!" "Gugu Lulu!"

An army of swamp murlocs clears the swamp like army ants.

These swamp murlocs form dense queues with their unique way of moving. The distance between them is all controlled between 1 and 2 meters. This distance is the distance at which the swamp murlocs can swing their spears freely without hurting their friends.

Each swamp murloc is closely connected through touch and chemical signals to maintain formation. The movement of any swamp murloc will cause other murlocs around it to follow.

Swamp Murlocs constantly search for food resources while traveling. When encountering prey, some Swamp Murlocs will leave the team to capture it.

For example, now, a huge river deer was targeted by six swamp murlocs, and the six murlocs stood in six different directions to surround and attack the river deer. The murlocs and the river deer formed a small battlefield.

The other fishmen did not gather near the battlefield nor did they participate in the siege of the river deer.

They still maintained their marching formation, and even separated like flowing water, going around the left and right sides of the small battlefield.

Only when the murlocs besieging the river deer are killed will new murlocs be replaced from the queue.

Soon, under the siege of the fishmen, the river deer was killed.

The two fishmen who captured the river deer took the river deer upstream and walked towards the back of the fishmen team. The remaining four fishmen rejoined the marching team.

The entire process was efficient and fast, without any delay, like an exaggerated killing machine.

Crocodiles, wild boars, horned deer...all swamp creatures will be attacked and killed by swamp fishmen once they encounter them.

If they encounter some insurmountable obstacles, the swamp murlocs will look for a detour.

But if the obstacles are small, the swamp fish people will cooperate and use their bodies to build bridges. No matter how complicated the journey is, their group always relies on special ways to keep in touch, and no one is left behind.

It is this kind of unity, as precise and terrifying as a machine, that makes the swamp fishmen one of the dominant species in the swamp.

Their movement was like an advancing calamity to the creatures of the swamp.

But now, a natural disaster more terrible than natural disasters is about to come!

(End of this chapter)