Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 15 [Silver Cross Medal]

The birds chirped and made a lot of noise. The morning sun shone on Richard's face along with the birds' chirping.

Richard's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened and woke up from his dream.

"here it is?"

He took a deep breath in confusion, then exhaled gently. He felt weak all over, his head was dizzy and he was not clear-headed.

"Ah, Master Richard, you're awake! Please wait a moment on the bed, I'll go call a doctor for you now."

The anxious call of the little nurse in his ear brought Richard back to his senses.

Oh, by the way…I’m Richard.

When Richard remembered his name, his past memories came flooding back like a tide, and gradually, he recalled everything that happened before he fell into a coma.

“Right! I was hit by the Secret Angel’s stigmata shackles and passed out.

While in the coma, I seemed to have returned to my childhood and relived my life.”

As Richard recalled, he supported himself with both hands and sat up in bed.

Richard gasped for breath and summoned his magic book from the depths of his soul.

When Richard saw the magic book sealed with layers of angel's broken feathers, he fell silent.

The stigmata seal is exactly the same as the illustration in the textbook.

"It's confirmed. The one I used that day was the Stigma Shackles. I really have become a Stigma Mage."

Richard didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a moment.

Good news: He's a super genius.

The bad news: Not anymore.

Richard felt extremely uncomfortable with the feeling of weakness and detachment in his body.

Richard felt that his body was empty, without a trace of magic, as if he had rewarded himself six times in one night and his whole body was hollowed out and felt weak and powerless.

"After being sealed by the stigmata, I can't even sense the magic in the air. It's even more disgusting than being sealed by the forbidden magic shackles.

Empty, suffocating, powerless, it was like having no magic at all. No wonder other Stigma Mages would try their best to rebel and take back their magic. This feeling of weakness was really uncomfortable.

But I can adapt to it. This is how I felt on Earth before I traveled here."

Richard looked around. The room with only one bed was bright and clean, with fresh and clean air. It also had a full set of high-end monitoring equipment that was sophisticated and expensive.

"It's confirmed. It's a special VIP ward that I can't even stay in."

Richard tried to sit up from the bed, but he collapsed on it due to exhaustion, gasping for breath.

The loss of magic power had an all-round impact on Richard. It was far more than just being unable to cast spells. When he woke up, he felt like he was in another world.

"It's over. I'm really a useless person. Now, let alone looking for Mr. Kappa, it's hard to even stay alive."

Just when Richard was feeling bored, a burst of dense footsteps sounded outside the house.

Richard lay on the bed and looked towards the door, and soon saw a group of rescue mages in white robes hurried in.

The leading ambulance wizard had gray hair on his temples and a large bald spot in the middle of his head. His hairstyle was somewhat similar to that of Dean Hank. He was obviously an experienced old doctor.

"Mr. Richard!" The Mediterranean doctor shouted anxiously when he saw Richard. "It's great to see you wake up safely. Are you feeling uncomfortable now? Do you still have a headache? Do you feel dizzy?"

"Ah? Do I look okay?" Richard smiled weakly, "I can't even sit up."

"It's normal that you can't sit up. You haven't eaten for three days. In order to avoid burdening your soul, I didn't give you any nutrients.

The most important thing is that there must be nothing wrong with your brain. Do you feel any pain in your head now?"

As Dr. Mediterranean was speaking, a group of doctors around him began to take notes. Among those doctors, there was even an old man with wrinkled skin who looked older than Dr. Mediterranean.

"Wow, a consultation with experts. It looks like there is more than one expert."

Seeing such a strong medical team, Richard felt relieved. He felt it carefully and replied:
"My head felt a little dizzy, but I didn't feel any pain."

The Mediterranean doctor then said, "Mr. Richard, try shaking your head."

Richard shook his head, raised his magic book in a daze, and said to the Mediterranean: "My head still doesn't hurt."

"Do you feel hungry?"

"not at all."

"Does your chest feel stuffy?"

"will not."

"Where's my brother, can he get up?"

"Ah? I don't know about that. It's impossible for this thing to rise up for no reason."

"That's okay, I'll touch it."

"Wait, stop, stop! There are so many people here, what are you doing?" Richard was shocked and quickly stretched out his hand to stop them. "Are you crazy? Are you a serious doctor?"

The Mediterranean doctor looked at Richard and laughed: "Record it, the reaction ability is normal, the language logic is normal, the mind is intact, and the possibility of soul immersion is preliminarily ruled out.

Having a clear ability to distinguish right from wrong can rule out common sense disorder.

Very good, Mr. Richard did not suffer from the two common sequelae of the stigma mage, which is a blessing in disguise."

"As expected of a Princeton professor, you have ruled out two important sequelae through such simple questioning."

"Awesome, so awesome."

The mages behind the Mediterranean doctor all showed admiration on their faces and started to record quickly, each one more active than the other.

Ah...(°□°)
Richard was so stunned that his mouth opened so wide that he could fit two eggs and a sausage.

"Doctor, is this part of your examination?"

"Hahaha, don't be nervous, Mr. Richard." Mediterranean smiled brightly, revealing two rows of white teeth.

I am a Princeton doctor from Nightingale City, specializing in diseases related to the soul realm. I am an authority in the soul realm of our Silver City-State.

My family has been studying how to break the stigmata shackles since my grandfather, but has not been successful so far. This is the shame of our family and also our family's obsession.

At the invitation of the Lord of Xingge City, I have come to the First Affiliated Hospital of the Mage University to serve as your exclusive physician.

From today on, if you have any physical or psychological discomfort, you can come to me. I will be your exclusive doctor and take full responsibility for you.

Mr. Richard, I know you have a lot of questions now.

It doesn’t matter. There is a long way to go. I will slowly answer your questions in the future.

Your first priority is to have a good rest and replenish your body with nutrients to restore your body's ability to move. I have instructed the nurse to prepare the [White Jade Potion] for you to make up for your weak soul.

After you drink the white jade potion, you can rest for a while. When you recover, you will need to do a series of examinations.

After Princeton finished speaking, he gently took the magic book from Richard's hand.

"Mr. Richard, I will take your magic book away for analysis."

As Princeton spoke, he took out some letters and placed them on the table in front of Richard.

"By the way, these are the letters your relatives and friends wrote to you while you were in a coma. You can take a look at them when you recover a little.

Recalling fond memories of the past can be very helpful to your soul.”

After Princeton finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave, as if he was afraid that Richard would try to snatch the magic book back.

Richard reacted immediately. He grabbed Princeton's trouser leg and asked, "Wait a minute, doctor, where are you going to take my magic book? The magic book is connected to my soul and is very important to me. I don't feel comfortable handing it over to you like this!"

"Oh. Don't worry, Dr. Richard. I'm in the lab next to yours.

You know, a magic book cannot be too far away from its owner. If it is a little far away, it will disappear back into your soul.

Even if it is near you, you can take the magic book back into your soul with just a thought. It is a part of your soul.

I mean no harm, I just want to do some simple spectral analysis of your magic book to determine the state of your soul.

Please rest assured that we will not conduct any destructive research on your magic book without your permission.

You may not know this yet, but you are now a well-known hero throughout the Silver City State, and no one dares to do anything bad to you."

"Ah? What? A hero? Me?" Richard was a little confused.

"Yes!" Princeton said happily: "The Holy See used conspiracy and trickery to try to seal Mahir's permanent disciple, the super genius Xingge City Lord, with the stigma shackles.

At the critical moment, an ordinary, unknown magic teacher stood up, saw through the conspiracy of the Holy See, and turned the tide at the last moment, blocking the evil seal shot at the Lord of Xingge City!

What a legendary and inspiring heroic epic!

Mr. Richard, your name has become a household name throughout the Silver City thanks to media reports!

In recognition of your outstanding contribution in saving the super genius and your selfless spirit, the Silver Council will award you the [Silver Cross Medal] as an exception.

Once you have recovered, you will be able to attend the awarding ceremony and receive a bonus of 200 million gold knives.

After that, you will receive lifelong free medical care, three regular physical examinations per year, and a hereditary territory.

There are also enviable benefits for meritorious service, such as monthly meal allowance, clothing allowance, travel subsidy, etc.

In the future, if you have a wife and children, they can also enjoy preferential treatment that matches your status.

There may be other benefits, but I don’t know much about them. After all, no one in my family has ever received the Silver Cross.

If you have time, check it out yourself and you will know everything.

Hahaha, in short, Richard, you are no longer an ordinary person, but a well-known hero. Unless you want to be a traitor, no one dares to harm you, and I am no exception. "

Richard didn't close his mouth until Dr. Princeton finished speaking.

"Ah? I have become a household hero in the Silver City-State and even obtained the [Silver Cross Medal]?
This is all because I blocked the [Stigma Shackles] for the Lord of Xingge City!
A hereditary territory worth 200 million gold swords, and many lifelong benefits.

Hiss! This is too exciting. "

Richard's heart was trembling.

I really didn't expect this to happen. At the time, I was just afraid that I would become a Stigma Mage and be killed by the Silver City.

In a desperate situation, I thought of disguising myself as someone who could take the bullet for Xingge.

In this way, the super genius valued by the Holy See became Xingge. Even if I was sealed by the stigmata, there was a chance that the Silver City-State would not kill me.

Xingge is the super genius, I am not a super genius.

Even if I betray the Holy Church, I will not pose a huge threat to the Silver City-State like other Stigma Mages. This way I have a chance to survive.

Now it seems that my plan should be successful.

Xingge believed that I was just an ordinary wizard who blocked the shackles of the stigma for her, and she was the super genius targeted by the secret angel.

But my plan was a little too successful. I became a well-known public figure because I saved Xingge!

Richard's heart trembled.

If I were an ordinary person, I would be so happy about such a great thing.

But I'm a spy!
If I become a hero who receives the [Silver Cross Medal], then my past will be thoroughly investigated, right?

If the fact that I lived with Mr. Kappa in the Lundu City Manor was discovered, then the suspicion of treason that I had managed to get rid of with great difficulty would be brought up again.

When the Star-Moon Mage Group interrogated me, I did not confess the facts, which will become my biggest suspicion.

Once the relationship between Mr. Kappa, Lolo and me is investigated clearly, will I still be able to survive?

At that time, the [Silver Cross Medal] I received will definitely become my guillotine.

Awarding the Silver Cross to a traitor? What a joke!
The Silver City will not allow me to become a stain that tarnishes the [Silver Cross Medal] and must kill me.

Thinking of this, Richard became even more panicked. In addition to being panicked, he was also a little overwhelmed.

Compared with behemoths like the Star-Moon Society and the Silver City-State, his power is too small - like an ant, like a mantis arm, like dust.

Seeing the shock on Richard's face, Princeton did not suspect anything.

He felt that anyone who knew that he had become a hero would suffer a strong mental shock.

What's more, Richard had just woken up from a coma.

He raised the magic book in his hand and said with a smile:

"Then Mr. Richard, we will leave first. You can take a good look at these letters on the table later.

Dean Hank of your college, many of your students and their parents, and some of your friends have written to you to visit you.

They all wanted to come and visit you, but the Lord of Xingge City ordered that no one could enter your room, so they could only leave after leaving a letter.

So many people care about you, you are really loved, Mr. Richard."

After Princeton finished speaking, he leaned close to Richard's ear mysteriously and said in a low voice:
"Mr. Richard, the Lord of Xingge City, who you saved, also left a letter for you. It's the dark purple envelope.

You are her savior. You must take a good look at the envelope she left for you. She specifically told you that it can only be opened by you! "

After Princeton finished speaking, he stood up straight and winked at Richard, who had a confused look on his face, his eyes full of teasing and suggestion.

(End of this chapter)