Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 169 The Source of Blood Qi

In the jailer's lounge, Mohammed was lying on the bed, his gills opening and closing on both sides of his body, looking extremely weak.

His dead fish eyes were wide open as he stared at the ceiling, and his fish mouth was blowing bubbles at Princeton who was diagnosing him.

"It's bad, there's no hope, just wait to die. Goodbye." Princeton bowed and performed three consecutive miracle cures, which scared Mohammed so much that he spit out bubbles faster.

Doctor, I think I can still be saved. He desperately arched his fish belly, slapped it hard, and shouted silently.

Richard said with a smile: "Doctor, please don't tease it. My little brother is timid and can't stand being scared."

"Hey. You just left, how come you messed it up like this? Even if there is a problem with the potion I gave you, it should be a problem with your soul, and it shouldn't cause such a physical injury and heavy bleeding effect.

Look at his back, there are two large bleeding wounds and lacerations! If your powerful healing scroll hadn't arrived in time, he would have died on the spot.

Mr. Richard, what did you do to Lao Mo? Did you abuse him? Beat him to death. "

While Princeton was talking, he took out a bottle of potion and sprinkled it on Mohammed's back, but Richard did not give Princeton the authority to cast spells. Saint Laurent's magic-banning effect suppressed the magical effect of his potion.

The bottle of potion that was supposed to heal the wound instead became acid that irritated the wound, causing Mohammed to scream in pain.

"Ji Li Gu La Gu Lu Gu Lu Gu Lu!"

"Tsk." Princeton's face darkened and he scolded, "Mr. Richard, your broken prison is really too troublesome. Next time something like this happens, you can pack up Old Mo and send him to my laboratory for treatment."

Richard knew he was in the wrong and didn't dare to refute. He said honestly: "Okay doctor, I'm sorry to trouble you. Let's go, I'll call the gargoyle over and send us to the prison perimeter."

After a while, Princeton applied medicine first, then bandaged the wound, and then cast three healing spells. It only took half an hour to restore Mohammed, who looked dead, back to life. He also performed a full-body skin whitening treatment on Mohammed, and the fish skin looked much more tender.

After finishing the work, Mohammed bowed repeatedly to express his gratitude to Princeton, which greatly benefited Princeton.

"It's okay, it's okay. Now that your branding curse has been expelled and your external injuries have been healed, you have been reborn.

You must follow Mr. Richard carefully and work hard for him.

With your status, it is difficult for you to even see me, let alone let me help you with treatment. I will help you for Mr. Richard's sake, do you understand?"

"Gululu." Mohammed nodded to Princeton and Richard again and again, with a very respectful attitude. Then, he patted the magic pen on his waist and looked at Richard with an inquiring look.

Richard understood. Mohammed was just asking himself if he could go back and continue recording the changes of the giant-mouthed tree man.

"Come, where is the notebook? Let me check it."

He stretched out his hand towards Mohammed, and Mohammed immediately nervously took out the small notebook that he had carefully protected from the cracks in his fish skin.

Li Chaode translated it. Although Mohammed could not write yet, he could draw. He drew every moment of the giant-mouthed tree man's change vividly according to the process, and the time of the change was also recorded clearly.

Richard nodded with satisfaction.

The transformation process of the giant-mouthed tree man advancing into the giant-mouthed tree king had already been clearly recorded by the mage, so it didn't matter to Mo Han Mode no matter how it was recorded.

The result of the recording is not important, what is important is the process of observation and recording. Whether it is a wizard or a mage, they all need to observe and record natural phenomena. Richard knows that being able to master the methods of observation and recording is a shortcut to completing magical enlightenment.

Richard summoned the gargoyle to send Mohammed back to Saint Laurent Prison, while he boarded another gargoyle to send back Princeton, who came specifically to treat the disease.

But Princeton was unwilling to leave. He poked his head and asked Richard, "Hey, when you were expelling the Hunter's Mark, did that high-level Void Species appear?"

"The expulsion was not completed smoothly." Richard lied with his eyes open.

"Stop kidding me, it's impossible. It's not like I haven't seen high-level void creatures before. They are all weird and inexplicable. Anyone they target will almost die.

It is obvious that Lao Mo is a special individual chosen by the advanced Void Species. How could the other party let Lao Mo go so easily?

You must have seen a high-level Voidborn, right? But you managed to repel him in some way.

Mr. Richard is amazing, you are really not simple. Hehe. No wonder you dare to pursue the Lord of Xingge City, it turns out you have the confidence. What trump card you have is none of my business, I don't want to know, let alone guess. I am only interested in high-level void.

So what? So what does the high-level Void Species look like? What abilities does it have?
Could it be... the red moon that appeared in our travel city last time?"

Hey, Richard was happy in his heart. The Mother of Hunters is not the Red Moon, but the Red Moon is really in my hands.

Princeton's process was all wrong, but the results were all right. A blind cat catches a dead mouse.

Richard smiled and said:

"Doctor Princeton, please don't make random guesses. If you're not careful, you could kill someone. Even the Lord of Xingge City had a hard time dealing with that Red Moon.

I didn’t even dare to look at Him, let alone have any contact with Him.

I really don’t know what it is that gave Lao Mo the Hunter’s Mark. I have never seen it, and I don’t want to see it.

Anyway, the Hunter's mark on Old Mo has been expelled now, so it doesn't matter to me what he is. I just want to live peacefully in prison with Old Mo and Green Ham."

Hearing Richard's words, Princeton's eyes suddenly narrowed.

"Let me guess... Richard, there is a powerful mysterious person behind you. The mysterious person knows about Lao Mo and the high-level void species. When you were removing the mark from Lao Mo, the mysterious person was around you.

It was that mysterious person who suppressed the high-level void species, and he might have even captured that high-level void species, right?"

Richard: ...

Huh? Seeing Richard's silence for a moment, Princeton immediately said: "Let me guess again, that mysterious man is very powerful, reaching the level of a demigod. He also holds a high position in the Senate of Nine Rings Magicians.

It was no coincidence that you ended up in Saint Laurent Prison and met Lao Mo, but it was all arranged by that mysterious man.

The purpose is to get that high-level void species, right or wrong?"

"No!" Richard said immediately. "Don't make wild guesses. There is no unknown person behind me. I am alone."

"Okay, no need to say more. I understand." Princeton waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to say more. "It was you, an ordinary person who was sealed by the shackles of the stigmata and had no magic, who suppressed the high-level void species.

I understand, I understand everything.

That high-level void creature must be made of mud and can even defeat you.

Well, don't send me off. I'll go back by myself." Richard said nothing as he watched Princeton get on the magic carpet and disappear into the sky.

He tapped his forehead helplessly.

It's true, if you look at it from Princeton's perspective and speculate based on the information he knows, his guess is highly likely and quite reasonable.

However, his guess ran counter to Richard's goal. Richard was also unsure whether the misunderstanding in Princeton was a good thing or a bad thing.

Richard bit his fingers and looked at the sky, his eyes gradually narrowed.

"If Princeton really chooses to help me conceal it, then it will be troublesome. I will have to use some more tricks."

……

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Saint Laurent Prison, the jailer's arena.

Green Ham and Richard sat in the spectator seats of the Colosseum, watching Muhammad constantly recording the information of the giant-mouthed tree man.

Green Ham turned his head and looked at Richard, and said, "Boss, you're right, although Lao Mo looks a little dull, his seriousness and diligence even touched me."

"Indeed. He is shining with the light of firm belief." Richard nodded and said, "It's a pity that he can't read yet, so he can only do some basic training first.

If a beginner wants to complete the magic enlightenment, it is necessary to be proficient in words. The words in our world have power and contain magical information. Mastering words can increase his sensitivity to magic.

All real learning of magic must begin after he has mastered the written word."

"Boss. Then you teach him."

"No hurry, wait a little longer." Richard shook his head.

It is not easy to learn the language of the Yasa world. It usually takes two to five years for a person without any basic knowledge to master the Yasa common language from scratch.

This is just the common language of Asia. If you want to become a qualified mage, you must master at least five languages, with no upper limit.

Richard doesn't have that much time to teach Mohammed how to read and write.

If you want to speed up Mohammed's learning of characters, you need to use a magic [Learning Characters]. After using [Learning Characters], even an illiterate person without any basic literacy skills can understand and grasp the meaning of characters.

Studying characters in a state of "understanding characters" is like turning on a cheat, and learning suddenly turns into reviewing.

If you maintain the state of "familiarity with characters" for a long time, you can master a character in less than two weeks.

However, [Knowledge of Words] is a third-level magic, and there is currently no lower-level alternative.

This means that unless Richard seeks help from outsiders, he must reach the third ring by himself before he can use this magic to speed up Muhammad's learning of writing.

"Fortunately, I'm almost at the third ring, Mohammed doesn't have to wait too long." Richard sensed his own state. As a former third ring mage, he was already strong enough in terms of soul, having reached the third ring level long ago, and what he lacked was only physical experience.

The last time the golem raided the giant-mouthed flower tribe, it brought Richard plenty of blood and energy, leaving Richard only one step away from advancement.

"After returning to the third ring, I can use more magic. I am more confident in dealing with the Mother of Hunters. I only have one more experience point left to reach the third ring. The question is, where can I find this last point?"

Richard thought about it and his eyes couldn't help but look towards the underground prison.

It was a pity that as the warden, he had no way to plunder experience from Odyssey like Green Ham did. He and Saint Laurent Prison were one and the same, and all the energy from Odyssey flowing to him would be swallowed up by Saint Laurent Prison first. He had not yet found a solution.

"Under normal circumstances, I can lead my troops deep into the swamp and conquer another territory. But now I have offended the Mother of Hunters, and it is very dangerous to approach the swamp rashly.

Otherwise, let’s go to the treasure house again.”

After thinking about it, Richard shook his head.

"No, the difficulty of the treasure house has increased too much. I dare not go there without being fully prepared. At least wait until I become a 4th-ring mage before I consider starting the third wave of trials.

The swamp won’t work, the underground prison won’t work, the treasure house won’t work, there’s no other way… then there’s only one way left.”

……

The meat chef Zach, who had just recovered from his injury and was still wrapped in bandages, took a deep puff of his pipe, adjusted his hat, and said in confusion:

"You said you wanted to come work for me and be responsible for slaughtering pigs?"

"Yes." Richard patted his chest. "I haven't killed pigs since I was a child, so I'm very interested in killing pigs."

Zach asked with a confused look in his eyes: "Are you also like me, specializing in evil soul storage magic such as [Soul Sin Fire], which can draw power from the dead creatures?"

Richard spread his hands and replied, "Ah? That kind of evil magic starts at the fourth ring. Not to mention that I have no magic power now, even when I was a teacher before, I didn't know how to do it."

"How is that against the law? Did you smear honey on your mouth? How can you talk like that?" Zach's face darkened. "If you don't know soul storage magic, why are you here to kill pigs? Do you have nothing to do?
Now that you have some free time, go find the big sister leader and do some tasks. Our relationship with the Xingyue Society has not yet fully recovered, and those petty people are still targeting us."

"Hey, Zach, don't worry about the music. It's a big problem. We are both members of the Dome Mage Corps' logistics team, so we should help each other.

We have killed so many animals today, so a little bit won't hurt. Let me experience it for a while."

Zack looked at Richard strangely for a long time before he said, "Okay, I want to take a closer look at what you are doing. Come, go to the operating table, and I will teach you how to kill."

"Hey, hey. Okay! Thank you!"

After ten minutes of teaching, Richard successfully mastered the operating principles of the slaughterhouse.

This slaughterhouse, which is driven by magic machinery, has been highly automated. From anesthetizing livestock to sorting and outputting hundreds of processes, all are completed automatically without any human intervention.

Richard just pressed two buttons, and the conveyor belt started rumbling. In less than a moment, a faint blood energy came out from the place where the livestock was slaughtered and entered Richard's body.

Richard chuckled.

Hey, it really works. Although the amount of blood and qi obtained from slaughtering livestock is pitifully small, the number of livestock is large, the speed is fast, and it is fully automatic, so the efficiency is really not low.

If we build a slaughterhouse in Saint Laurent Prison, wouldn't it be possible to level up automatically?

(End of this chapter)