Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 159 Hunter's Mark
"Mohammed!"

A shout like thunder roared in Mohammed's head. He looked up in horror and saw that Richard had flown to the end of the sky at some point and was walking towards him on layers of thunderclouds.

Richard held lightning in his hand, like a devil or Thor. Vast stars and lava flames gathered around Richard. Even the sun, which Mohammed feared the most, surrounded Richard like a halo.

Mohammed had never seen a god, but at this moment he was convinced in his heart that if there were gods in the world, they would look like Richard.

"Old Mo! You are a swamp barbarian, yet you dare to offend this warden. Your crime is grave.

Considering your sincere desire to repent, I will forgive your sins. However, you can escape the death penalty, but you cannot escape the punishment of living.

You should be a jailer at Saint Laurent Prison, serve the prison with your own flesh and blood, and guard the prison's swampy backyard.

I appoint you as the Saint Laurent Prison Swamp Patrolman, in charge of all matters in the swamp behind the Saint Laurent Prison.

You have the power to decide the life and death of swamp creatures such as fishmen and snakemen, and you can form your own tribal army to protect the swamp. "

"Ah? Ahhh?" Mohammed looked at the sky in shock. He could feel that Richard seemed to be talking to him, but he didn't know how to answer.

"You are an ignorant and foolish disciple, you are not in your right mind, why don't you thank me quickly!"

Richard gave the order and shouted angrily that pierced through Mohammed's mind like thunder.

Mohammed was shocked and he immediately knelt down, kowtowed repeatedly, and burst into tears of gratitude.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, warden. I will be loyal to you and will never betray you."

"It should be so!" Richard pointed in the air, and a chain emerged from his fingertips, transferred into the void, and sank into the center of Mohammed's eyebrows.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the sky, hitting Mohammed's head one after another. When Mohammed stood up again, his eyes had regained clarity, and he exuded an indescribable smell.

"Hehe." Green Ham grinned, feeling the intimacy from Mohammed. Now, Mohammed was truly one of his own.

Mohammed was not quite sure what was going on, but he could feel an inexplicable intimacy between himself and the magnificent prison in front of him. It was as if there was a thread that tightly connected him to the prison.

This feeling made him feel extremely comfortable, as if he had found a home.

Recalling Richard's god-like performance just now, Mohammed's heart was filled with emotion. He felt that after wandering for half his life, he finally had someone to rely on. He wished he could kneel down right now and kowtow to Richard a few more times.

"Hey, Lao Mo, come on, I'll take you around the prison so you can get familiar with the environment. Every newcomer has to go through this step, and I have experience now."

Green Ham patted Mohammed on the butt, supported him with excitement, and took him to Saint Laurent Prison.

At this time, in the warden's office, Richard, who had just finished his performance as a god descending from heaven, breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on the sofa, and finally relaxed.

After all, his magic power was limited, and he could only rely on repeatedly recycling magic power to forcibly maintain the huge illusion. After the whole performance of a god descending to earth, Richard had no magic value left, and if he had been exposed in another second, he would be exposed.

Fortunately, the show was quite good.

Richard looked up at the screen in front of him that was materialized by magic. This was the digital display that he had materialized by magic after establishing a connection with Saint Laurent Prison.

Green Ham

Loyalty: 91.6]

Muhammad

Loyalty: 86.1]

In Richard's eyes, the data representing the loyalty of the two people has been jumping rapidly in a small range and constantly changing.

This loyalty represents the other party's degree of belonging to Saint Laurent Prison and him. It is extremely sensitive and will even change due to a small thought of the other party.

Loyalty was originally an escape value, a special rule used by Saint Laurent Prison to monitor prisoners, used to monitor the prisoners' desire to escape.

After being transformed into a loyal one by Richard, it can barely be used to monitor the prison guards.

Loyalty data cannot guarantee that the jailers will not betray, but as long as Richard monitors the loyalty at all times, he can ensure that he will be able to discover the other party's betrayal of Saint Laurent Prison as soon as possible.

Although it is said that if you doubt someone, don't employ him, and if you employ someone, don't doubt him, but Richard cannot afford the loss that may come from trusting the wrong person. Having such a loyalty rule based on Saint Laurent Prison is undoubtedly a good insurance.

“When loyalty is above 50, people generally won’t have thoughts of betrayal. But if they are tempted, there is still a risk of a rapid drop in loyalty.

If the loyalty is above 70, the prisoner is very loyal to the prison. Without major interests, there is no possibility of betrayal.

When the loyalty is above 80, prison is the first choice. They will never betray, and any temptation will only cause their loyalty to decrease faster.

Those above 90% are die-hard fans who basically ignore bribery. As long as I don’t do anything too excessive to them, their loyalty will not decrease.

Mohammed's loyalty is not as high as Greenham's, but it is still on the high side. This is good.

The reason why his loyalty level has not reached 90 is probably related to this."

Richard looked solemnly as he drew a line in the air. Then, phantoms composed of magic power appeared in the air. These phantoms appeared on a gray body.

If you look closely, you can see that the location of these shadows is clearly Muhammad's back.

[Hunter's Mark*4
Special status: This creature has been marked by a powerful void hunter.

If the creature disobeys the hunter's orders, it will suffer great pain and the hunter's mark will multiply.

When the number of hunter's marks exceeds 16, the soul of the creature will be taken away by the Void Hunter and die forever. 】

"Hunter's Mark... This is the method used by the Murloc Outer God. It's really weird.

I'm afraid it's because of the existence of the Hunter's Mark that Lao Mo's loyalty can't exceed 90. Lao Mo is very likely to know the effect of the Hunter's Mark and know that his life is controlled by others. Therefore, he can't be loyal to me wholeheartedly. "

Richard frowned slowly when he saw the special rules embedded in Mohammed analyzed by the prison.

"Although it looks like the effect is somewhat similar to curse magic, it is not magic and cannot be solved by conventional magic methods. I am afraid that the reason for its effect is the same as the nanospheres that make up the flesh and blood metal, which are substances that do not belong to the Yasha world.

However, the existence of the Hunter's Mark is not bad news to me, but good news.

By studying the Hunter's Brand, I may be able to uncover some of the nature of the Murloc Outer Gods."

Richard stroked his chin, lost in thought.

When dealing with these Outer Gods, you must never look at their appearance. Although the Outer God of the Fishman has fishman as his followers and some fishman characteristics, these are probably just manifestations of its rules in the Yasa world. In essence, it may be a kind of rule creature that has nothing to do with fishman.

Just like Odyssey. Odyssey looks very similar to a mermaid, but her essence has nothing to do with mermaids. She is the mother of nanometal.

That fish-man god might also be some strange thing like the ruler of the saltwater lake or the lord of reproduction.

After all, the Hunter's Mark left on Muhammad was left by the Outer Gods of the Murlocs. By studying the Hunter's Mark, perhaps we can find some clues about the Outer Gods of the Murlocs.

But before that, there is one more important thing.”

Richard opened the drawer and held the two small metal balls in his drawer.

When Richard pinched the two small balls, they immediately seemed to come alive, making babbling sounds and moving around like sponge balls.

Richard put the metal ball to his mouth, chanted a spell, weighed it twice, and threw it out of the window.

With a whoosh, the small metal ball just fell to the ground and then jumped like a living thing, running towards the swamp along the wall of Saint Laurent Prison.

Richard smiled slightly, prepared his full set of research tools, rushed to the underground prison, and prepared for his research.

Soon, Mohammed, who had just visited Saint Laurent Prison and was still drunk and dazed under Green Ham's guidance, entered the underground prison with the help of Green Ham.

"Green Ham, I want to criticize you for this. Old Mo has just arrived at our prison and hasn't even gotten familiar with the environment yet. How could you get him drunk like this?

I know you are very enthusiastic, but enthusiasm should have a limit. This will not happen again."

Richard saw the look on the two men's faces, criticized Green Ham casually, and stuffed a handful of herbs that deepened the coma into Old Mo's fish mouth.

Richard waited for a long time, and after confirming that Mohammed had fallen into a deep sleep, he took out a sharp scalpel and started wiping at Mohammed's back.

After a while, Richard put down the scalpel reluctantly, looking embarrassed.

"This... how could this be? I clearly know that the Hunter's Mark is behind Lao Mo, but I don't know where to start.

The hunter's mark was not printed on the fish skin, but was integrated into the gap between Lao Mo's soul and body in a strange way. If I want to separate the hunter's mark, I have to separate Lao Mo's soul and body, which is far beyond my ability.

Hiss… How high a level of soul magic attainment must one have to be able to separate Lao Mo’s soul from his body, and still ensure that Lao Mo does not die? This is equivalent to taking the egg white out of an egg without destroying any of the eggshell.

Where can I find such a powerful soul mage?

Huh? Wait, I do! Dr. Princeton!"

Richard bit his finger and thought.

“Princeton was specially invited by the Lord of Xingge City to heal me. His spiritual attainments are among the best in the entire Yasha world.

With his level, he might be able to take out Lao Mo's hunter mark. But how can he help without being suspected by him? This is a big problem. "

……

City Lord's Mansion, Xingge's office.

Xing Ge, with an indifferent face, was writing furiously on a document. The title of the document clearly read "Study on the Possibility of the Outbreak of War Curse and Contingency Plan".

After finishing one volume, Xingge stopped writing, took a deep breath, and prepared to stretch his shoulders.

At this moment, a document was suddenly handed over from the air behind Xingge and placed on Xingge's desk, and then a voice was heard in the air.

"My Lord City Lord, it's us.

This is the list of people who have had their sulfur case files retrieved this month, as well as the final destination of the list compiled by our Xingyue Society.

Unfortunately, as we expected, the people who reviewed the Sulphur case files included all the people we thought had slipped through the net. An investigation of them has begun and will yield results soon.

But to our surprise, two people who should not have been on the list also looked at the relevant files of the sulfur case. "

"Oh? Who?" Xingge asked calmly as he was about to open the file.

"One is Hank, the deputy dean of Master Jinhui."

"Dean Hank. Humph. He was assassinated by a dark elf and nearly lost his life. A teacher also died because of him.

There is no need to report his affairs with the Jinhui Mage Academy."

“Yes! Lord City Lord, there is another contactee who is the recipient of the Silver Cross Medal, Richard.

He also investigated the files of the Sulfur Case, and he was one of the first people to retrieve them shortly after they were released.

Logically speaking, given Richard's identity and the evidence and backpack we have, he should not investigate the files. He should have his own agent.

Therefore, his action seemed particularly strange among so many people. "

"It's Richard again." Xingge sighed. "She has already believed that Richard has that kind of trouble syndrome. A lot of troubles that originally had nothing to do with him will eventually be related to him.

"Okay, I get it. He is just like that. There is no need to think too much about it." Xingge shook his head and said:

"Besides Richard, are there any other suspicious persons?"

"No more, only Richard and Dean Hank."

"Okay, I got it." Xingge thought for a long time, picked up the pen, hesitated for a moment, and finally slammed the pen on the table fiercely. She started writing on the drawing paper.

“The Brimstone case is complicated and shrouded in mystery.

I have great respect for you, Dean Hank. I hope you can keep yourself clean and not get involved in the muddy waters of the sulfur case—"

"Alright." Xingge tore off the note from the book, handed it to the air behind him, and said to the air: "Give this note to Dean Hank. Remember, you must hand it to him personally, and don't let anyone else touch it."

"understood."

After finishing all the government affairs arrangements, Xingge walked to the glass window with her hands behind her back. She looked up at the scenery outside the window, playing with a piece of sulfur that gave off a strange smell, and said to herself:
“It is easy for my sword to strike those who are hostile to me, and they should be punished by me as long as they make a mistake.

But how should I deal with those organizations that are close to me or have done me a favor? It’s really a headache.”

(End of this chapter)