Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 153 Muhammad (II)

The huge kiln was covered by an even larger awning.

Green Ham took a nail he was biting from his mouth and hammered it into the supporting column of the awning with the small hammer in his hand.

With two bangs, a special green light that only Green Ham could see spread from the ceiling of the awning to the surroundings.

This was a sign that the awning had been successfully built. Green Ham took the nail out of his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and looked at the kiln that was still being rekindled. A dozen skeleton soldiers took shovels and took turns to put red-hot charcoal into the kiln to increase the temperature.

Next to the kiln, an ugly fishman with blue skin was sitting on the mud, looking around in confusion.

Crash! Richard took off his expensive fur, threw it into the mud on the side of the road to wet it, and then covered the fish man with it.

"Ah, thank you, thank you." Mohammed stood up hurriedly, flattered.

He could never have imagined that the person who had stepped on him to the ground more than ten minutes ago would be so polite to him after he expressed his surrender.

"Hey." Richard patted Mohammed's shoulder and pushed him back to the ground.

He smiled and said to Mohammed:
"Don't be afraid. As long as you behave yourself, I won't kill you. I was in such a hurry just now that I couldn't ask you too much. Do you remember how long you have lived among the fish people?"

"It has been more than three years since my parents were killed by the crystal lizard."

"How did you get accepted by the fish people?"

Richard's question was a bit jumpy, and Mohammed seemed a little overwhelmed. He opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a while. After thinking carefully, he answered honestly:
"I don't know how I was accepted by the fishman. I was chased into the swamp by the lizard and got lost. My parents died and I became homeless. Without my father to feed me, I could only catch fish by myself.

As a result, when I was fishing, I happened to see six murlocs who looked similar to me fighting a big hard-skinned fish. I saw a murloc being eaten by a big hard-skinned fish, so I picked up his weapon and helped the murloc fight.

After the big hard-skinned fish died, the fish people seemed to regard me as their companion. They took me back to their tribe. "

"Oh? Could it be that you have replaced that fishman? That's interesting."

Richard nodded thoughtfully, and then asked:

"Can you communicate with them normally? In other words, can you order or request them to do things for you?"

I can't communicate with other murlocs, and other murlocs can't communicate with me, but we can know what our companions around us want to do by relying on each other's smell.

How should I put it, it’s a very wonderful feeling.

For example, if a fishman passed by here ten minutes ago and wanted to catch fish, he would give off a smell that indicated he wanted to catch fish, and he would stay here.

As soon as I walk over here, I can smell it and know that 10 minutes ago a murloc walked from the east to the west to catch fish. It's as if the murloc walked in front of me.

The fish people emit different smells when they encounter different things.

When I encounter a big fish, I smell the smell of a big fish; when I encounter danger, I smell the smell of danger. I seem to be born with the ability to understand the smell of these fish people.

After many attempts, I found that I could also emit some similar smells to communicate with other fishmen.

But because of my incomplete bloodline, I can't make the smell as specific as a normal fishman. I can only use relatively vague smells to tell them my thoughts.

Because of this, the fishmen often misunderstand me. Like tonight."

When he said this, Mohammed glanced at Richard, then lowered his head in fear, not daring to continue.

Richard was listening with great interest, and he felt very uncomfortable when he stopped suddenly.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Go on."

"I...I'm afraid you'll kill me."

"Oh? Is it something bad for me?

It's okay, just tell me. No matter what you did before, I will spare your life, provided you tell the truth. If I find out that you lied later, you will die, I promise."

"Well... I'll tell you." Mohammed shrank his neck and said, "After all, I'm not a real murloc, and there's a difference between me and a normal murloc.

They could drink the muddy water straight from the swamp and then they wouldn't have to eat salt.

But I can’t, I have to eat salt every few months to survive, otherwise I will become weaker and weaker.

So about two or three times a year I would take the leftovers from the fishmen's hunting to the Travel City to exchange for gold coins, and buy some salt and some supplies to facilitate my life.

I will save the extra gold coins and learn magic when I have enough. I told you this before.

The last time I came back from going out, I happened to see your snake people building this kiln with that short human, and I also saw the skeleton soldiers following the short human.

So I know you have a powerful, evil necromancer who is feared by even the wizard masters in the city.

I know about these swamp snakemen you captured. They have had several conflicts with our fishman tribe, and we have never gained any advantage each time. So I knew from the beginning that even if we captured swamp snakemen with similar strength to us, we would definitely not be able to defeat you.

I was afraid of you, afraid that the murlocs would run into you, so after I returned to the murloc tribe, I kept using smell to tell the murlocs that you were dangerous."

Muhammad said bitterly:
“Although this was not my intention, the fishmen’s attack on you this time was probably instigated by me.

But I didn't mean it, I swear.

I said it was dangerous here, and the fish people said there was a powerful enemy here.

I said you captured the Swamp Snakemen. The fishmen said the Swamp Snakemen were united and a Swamp Snakemen king emerged.

I said you have skeleton soldiers, and the fishman said you have powerful elites.

I said you are scary, and the fishmen said you should beat them.

I said you are not going to fight them, but to build a home for the necromancer. The fishmen said you are occupying their home.

But my smell was not accurate, and the fish people thought that war was coming. I kept trying to correct them with smell, but the more I tried, the more nervous they became. In the end, the fish people reached a consensus that the smell of war was everywhere. No matter how I explained, it was useless. No fish people listened to me at all.

In the end, the fishmen were so scared that they ran to other tribes to gather their army. Taking advantage of the rain, the fishmen started a sweep, hoping to attack you in advance. "

"Hahaha. Great! No wonder the murlocs are rushing towards us. It turns out that I brought the murloc army, ugh, the murloc army to me."

Richard was amused. He could sense that Mohammed was not lying. This was really a mistake.

But this oolong is good.

Mohammed discovered the snake man, but he didn't discover Mohammed. Fortunately, Mohammed was not close to the wizard society. If he was closer to the wizard society, he would know that every necromancer carries a bounty of tens of thousands of gold knives.

If he hadn't notified the fishmen but instead ran to the Travel City to inform the guard mage, Richard would be in trouble.

Of course, it was just a nuisance. No one could have guessed that Richard, a national hero with a silver cross, would be a necromancer. Even if someone had guessed it, they couldn't find any evidence.

The Forbidden Magic Swamp is not suitable for mages to survive. It is a deserted place and not many people care about it.

Neither the Star and Moon Society mages nor the police station's guard mages could stay here for a long time to investigate. After a while of investigation without any results, they had to retreat. Richard had to be quiet for a while and could not continue to develop the swamp.

Hearing Richard's laughter, Mohammed became even more frightened.

He wrapped the wet fur tightly around him and said fearfully, "You promised not to kill me."

"Interesting. Haha." Richard laughed dumbly: "Don't worry, I don't mean to kill you. Don't say you didn't do it on purpose. Even if you did it on purpose, what can you do?

Do you see the damage your murlocs have caused me?"

Mohammed was even more frightened, and looked a little disappointed. "No, not at all. Not to mention the losses, we didn't even inflict any wounds on your men.

Your terrifying stone monster subordinate is likely to kill all the fishmen in the swamp by himself. We are no more than weak swamp bugs in front of you.

And this huge fire-burning building, your short men built this huge building in just half a day. My dear, it took me half a year to build a cave house. "

"What do you mean by shorty? Shorty. You have no manners at all. I am a shorty.

Do you know about dwarves? Our race is just this tall. I am considered tall among my race.

Don't let me hear you call me shorty again, or I'll smash your head with a hammer. I have a name, and it's Green Ham."

Green Ham couldn't stand it anymore, so he took the hammer and smashed it on the mud. The splashing mud and water sprayed on Mohammed's face, which scared Mohammed to death.

His body shuddered violently, and he said quickly, "Woo woo. I just know I was wrong, Brother Green."

"Haha, don't call me big brother, the one next to you is the big brother. You should call me Green Second Brother." Green Ham grinned. "Don't worry, our big brother treats his subordinates very well. As long as you behave yourself and don't play any tricks, big brother will definitely benefit from you.

But if you dare to cheat our eldest brother or play any tricks, then you better be careful of my hammer. If you call me second brother, I will agree, but my hammer may not agree. "

Richard smiled and nodded with satisfaction.

Green Ham looks rough, but he is actually a very thoughtful person. He understands many things, but he never points them out and always follows the rules.

He obviously realized that he was planning to take in this fishman, so he took the initiative to play the bad guy.

Seeing Mohammed smiling and trying to please Green Ham, Richard patted his head gently and said soothingly:
"If you really think about it, you are actually just a child of about 10 years old.

, with your appearance, you were able to successfully trade so many times in the Travel City without being discovered, and you were able to endure loneliness and stay in this swamp. It is not easy for a 10-year-old child to have a mind like yours.

If you hadn't run into me, you could have walked around this swamp with the help of those fishmen. You could even be called the overlord of the swamp."

"It's no use walking sideways in the swamp. I've lived with the murlocs for three years, so I know it very well. The murlocs can only bully weak creatures. They can't do anything when they encounter slightly stronger individuals.

The reason why murlocs can dominate the swamp is simply because they are more fertile.

Unlike you, you are a wizard and have so many powerful subordinates. If you want, you can become the real overlord of the swamp at any time.

My father has always told me that being a mage is the greatest and most powerful profession in the world, and that if I have the chance, I must work hard to become a mage. I want to seize this opportunity."

When he said this, Mohammed suddenly knelt in front of Richard, his buttocks slightly raised, most of his body pressed against the ground, and even his face buried in the mud.

Gurgling.

He choked on the muddy water several times and said earnestly, "If you don't kill me, I owe you a life. From now on, my life belongs to you.

"Brother, I want to be a wizard. Can you teach me magic? As long as you can teach me magic, I will do anything you ask me to do. Even if you want me to be a slave, I am willing to do it. I am definitely smarter and more obedient than those snake people."

"Oh... I'm willing to take you as my subordinate, but teaching you magic is another matter." Richard laughed.

"The magic is not taught personally. If magic was so easy for you to learn, the Silver City would not be the strongest country in the world.

If you want to learn magic, then you have to give me a reason to teach you magic."

"I can help tame the murlocs in the swamp." Mohammed raised his head and said eagerly, "You are very powerful, but no matter how powerful you are, you can only kill all the murlocs, but I can help you tame them.

The fishmen have legs and hands, and their numbers are much greater than the snakemen. As long as I am here, they will become your loyal servants.

But I am too weak now to communicate perfectly with the murlocs. I learned magic to master my communication ability. "

"Is that all? That's not enough." Richard shook his head.

Mohammed gritted his teeth and said, "I know the swamp very well. I can collect medicinal herbs from the swamp, plant medicinal herbs in the swamp, catch fish, and know the habits of some swamp animals."

Richard raised his eyebrows silently, then asked, "Anything else?"

"I still..." Mohammed wanted to say that he had learned some fighting skills from the fishman and could still fight, but when he thought of Richard's physics, he immediately said dejectedly:

"I don't have any more. I know this may not be enough, but I am definitely loyal enough. I want to make myself more useful so that I can be more valuable to you."

(End of this chapter)