Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 163 Soul Soil
How strong is a professional mage and doctor? Richard had no idea until he saw Princeton's operation.

He placed his medical kit outside Saint Laurent Prison, took out the black snake grass from it, crushed it with the cutting technique, and then used the ice tree to make the purest water, added it to the black snake grass, and made it into black snake grass juice. Then he used the [stasis technique] to preserve the black snake grass juice in the air and took out the next herb from the medical kit.

Right in front of Richard, without any assistance from any instrument, he mixed a colorful medicinal powder.

"Okay, done. Soul Question Potion." Princeton chuckled and pointed at the powder and said to Richard, "This is the powder that suppresses the soul from searching for elements. Just take a little bit and the soul will no longer search for elements.

This was originally a poison similar to the anti-magic potion that could suppress a wizard's spellcasting ability, but it was just right to use it at this time.

I'll eat some later, and I'll bottle the rest for you. If you bring people over later, you can give them some.
But you must remember. The normal dosage for a wizard cannot exceed three grams, which is about the thin layer of the thumb nail. This powder cannot be taken for a long time, nor can it be taken too much. If you take too much at one time, it will damage the wizard's soul and make him slow in casting spells for several months or even years. "

Princeton finished speaking, then filled the powder bottle, poured out a little bit, and licked it clean with his tongue. He waited for a while, waiting for the drug to take effect, and then followed Richard into the forbidden magic area again.

This time, he was able to move freely in the forbidden magic zone without any adverse reactions.

Richard looked at Princeton, who was sitting calmly on the back of the gargoyle, and clapped his hands in amazement. "Doctor Princeton, you are amazing. If I had known you had this ability earlier, I would have invited you here earlier."

"Hmph. No big deal, no big deal. Without even this little ability, the glorious task of researching the stigmata shackles will never fall into the hands of our family." Princeton could hardly hide his pride on his face.

Richard hesitated for a moment and asked softly, "Doctor Princeton, besides the stigmata shackles, is there anything else your family can't solve in terms of the soul?"

“Almost nothing. The remaining ones are all core problems that go straight to the essence of the soul.”

Princeton shook his head and said with pride:
“To many people, the soul is mysterious, untouchable, and elusive. Only necromancers can find the secrets of the soul, but our family is an exception.

Our family started studying the soul a long time ago and knows most of the secrets of the soul. In the entire Yasha world, our family is the only one that can attend the Soul Research Conference on the Dead Soul Island as a guest. "

Richard looked around, approached Princeton and asked, "Really? Then one of my men has been injured by the soul. Can you help me take a look?"

"Subordinates? You still have subordinates?" Princeton was very confused. "Where did the subordinates come from?"

"Don't worry about it. I have my own secrets. If you are willing to help me, I will bring him to you to see. If you are not willing to help me, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Help! I'm definitely willing to help. You've helped me so much, I have to repay you." Princeton said: "Bring the person here, I'll show you."

Richard said mysteriously:

"Okay. After you finish reading this, please help me keep this secret. This subordinate of mine is a little special."

"Keep it a secret? How far do I need you to keep it a secret?"

"You can't even tell the Lord of Xingge City."

"Oh?" Princeton tilted his head, shocked:

"What are you doing? Are you trying to rebel? Even the Lord of Xingge City is hiding it from you. Could it be that it's your female subordinate who has a relationship with you?

Then I won’t watch it anymore. Please find someone else.”

"No, no." Richard assured quickly: "It's a man. To be precise, he's not even a human being. It's definitely not what you think. Even if it's a rebellion, it's a rebellion in the physical sense."

Princeton breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh. A rebellion in a physical ritual. That's no big deal, as long as you didn't cheat. I'll help you with that."

Richard: ...

Richard felt like something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what.

The process is not important, as long as the result is good. After getting Princeton's promise, Richard took Princeton directly to Saint Laurent Prison.

The jailer joining ceremony, which was extremely complicated for Mohammed, became particularly simple for Princeton.

Richard only had a thought in mind and helped Princeton complete the jailer certification. Because of this, Princeton's loyalty was pitifully low, only 13 points.

Richard frowned. Loyalty represents Princeton's obedience to Saint Laurent Prison and Richard.

13 points means that he doesn't take Richard seriously at all. Richard can only ask but not order. Richard was prepared for this, and this is right. It's strange that Princeton is so loyal.

After arranging for Princeton to rest in the prison guard lounge of Saint Laurent Prison, Richard called over Mohammed, who was subduing the fishman in the swamp, and instructed him:

"Later on, you will pretend to be mute. No matter what happens, don't speak if someone asks you anything."

"Understood." Mohammed was a little nervous when he was suddenly called over, but he had no doubts about Richard's order and chose to execute it immediately. In order to ensure that he would not speak, Mohammed even opened his gills and breathed through them so that he did not have to open his mouth.

So, Mohammed, who had dead eyes and looked a little silly, came to Princeton under the guidance of Richard.

"Hmm? Hmm!" Princeton, who had just seen Mohammed and was leisurely drinking tea, suddenly stood up from his chair.

"Mercury? No, that's not right. It's not a mercury. It's a combination of a mercury and a human. How is that possible?"

Princeton walked around Muhammad three times before he was convinced:

"It's really a stitched monster, and a top-level soul stitched monster."

Richard perked up and immediately asked, "Doctor Princeton, what does suture monster mean?"

"Stitched monsters are created by the necromancer using a very cruel method, forcibly combining two different types of soldiers. They are a new type of soldier that goes beyond the scope of normal soldiers.

The strength of Stitched Monsters varies, but their lifespan is usually very short. Normal Stitched Monsters will die in a few days, and some Stitched Monsters can only exist for a few hours. If you want to make Stitched Monsters live longer, you can only use soul stitching that is more powerful than normal fusion to create a soul stitched monster, which is your weird subordinate.

As the name suggests, the Soul Stitcher does not sew up the body, but the soul.

Two unrelated souls merged together, one soul was alive, and the other soul died. The living soul led the dead soul, so that the two souls were balanced and became one, forming a new type of soldier that was not recognized by the world.

This new type of soldier has the same lifespan and growth ability as normal life forms. Except for the inability to reproduce and form groups, it is completely the same as normal creatures. Soul Stitchers are extremely perfect and expensive creations of necromancers. Each Soul Stitcher has two souls, one living and one dead, and has two different attributes of both living and dead souls.

Of course, the difficulty and cost of making something this powerful is terrifyingly high. If you take this fish-man stitched monster to Rainbow City to sell, you can sell it for one million gold knives, which is equivalent to the bonus of 5 Silver Cross Medals you received!"

One million gold knives are a joy. Money moves people's hearts. Even Xingge would look askance at such a huge sum of money.

But Richard didn't care at all. He said calmly without any emotion: "Doctor Princeton, this is my subordinate. He has a name, Lao Mo, please don't call him the fish-man stitched monster.

I want you to heal his soul, not to sell him off."

Princeton could hear Richard's displeasure. He looked at Mohammed in surprise and said quickly, "Oh, Mohammed. I'm sorry. I may have had a bad attitude just now.

This may have something to do with my frequent contact with necromancers, as those guys don't regard stitched monsters as living beings. This makes me a little casual.

The problem is that Lao Mo’s soul has appeared, right?
It's normal, the souls of the Soul Stitchers are too special, so if you're not careful, there will be some minor problems, but in most cases these problems will not affect the overall work of the soul.

let me see……"

"Ok?"

Princeton's words were originally very casual, but when he looked carefully, he suddenly let out a very obvious sound of surprise from his nose.

"Strange! Lao Mo's soul fusion state is too perfect. The fishman and human parts are blended together like water and milk. You are in me and I am in you. It is impossible to tell them apart.

However, this perfect fusion exudes a huge smell of decay, as if it were a pot of delicious broth that has been cooked but is about to be completely destroyed by bacteria.

Something is wrong. Something must be wrong.

Lao Mo's soul is not as simple as I thought."

Princeton stood up from his seat and looked around at Lao Mo for a long time.

After a long while, he took off his mask and said hurriedly, "No, absolutely not. Without magic, I can only get a rough idea. Come on, Richard, take him and me to a place outside the prison where magic can be released. I will use magic to check him carefully."

Seeing Princeton pressing his face against Mohammed with his eyes almost glued to him, Richard was finally certain that Princeton had an overwhelming fanaticism when facing spiritual illness.

Some people study diseases for fame, some for profit. But Princeton is different. He studies diseases for the sake of studying the behavior itself.

Regardless of anything else, as long as he sees a spiritual disease that he has not studied, he will devote great enthusiasm to research to find out the truth about the disease.

For example, now, Princeton has completely forgotten the identity of Muhammad, and has also forgotten that it was Richard who asked him to treat Muhammad. In his eyes, Muhammad has become a carrier of a new type of spiritual disease. What is important is the spiritual disease, and Muhammad is not important.

After Richard brought Princeton and Mohammed out of the forbidden magic zone, Princeton's frenzy reached its peak.

"Strange, extraordinary, and beyond imagination! It's incredible." Princeton let out an exaggerated exclamation after scanning Mohammed with magic.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Richard asked anxiously: "Doctor Princeton, have you figured out the situation?"

"I understand. It's complicated to explain in detail, so I'll explain it to you simply using an analogy.

Lao Mo's soul was used as soil by another being to plant seeds. This seed was none other than another Lao Mo, an Lao Mo who was more inclined towards the other person.

This is a kind of imperceptible murder. If the other party succeeds, the real Lao Mo will die because his soul is replaced by a monster with some of Lao Mo's memories.

He will occupy Lao Mo's consciousness and feed on the remaining real soul of Lao Mo until Lao Mo is completely devoured. Because everything happens deep in the soul, outsiders cannot detect this replacement at all. Even Lao Mo himself cannot detect it.

This should be a curse, and a marking curse, the layers can be stacked. As the layers of the curse continue to stack, the power of the curse will become stronger and stronger. "

Really amazing. Richard gave Princeton a thumbs up in his heart. He figured out the effect of the Hunter's Mark with the help of Saint Laurent Prison, but he still only understood it partially.

And Princeton, without any other help, relied purely on his own ability to make the effects of the Hunter's Brand clear.

This ability is undeniable.

Richard asked worriedly, "Doctor, is there any hope for Lao Mo's condition?"

"There is hope, there must be hope!" Princeton licked his lips. "Even if there is no hope now, as long as I give him some time, there will be hope. You guys are really lucky. In another month, the Soul Magic Exchange Conference on the Island of the Dead will begin. Even if I can't think of a way to save Lao Mo, there are other masters.

I thought the topic I submitted this year was not exciting enough. But your stigmata and Lao Mo's special curse appeared one after another, which is great."

Princeton said as he rolled up his sleeves:

"To be honest, it's a little difficult for me to cure Old Murgen of this strange curse. I need to spend a lot of time on experiments.

But I still have no problem suppressing the curse.

The core principle of this curse is to corrupt Lao Mo's soul. Only a sufficiently corrupt soul can become the soil for cultivating new souls.

As long as the process of corruption is reversed, the curse can be suppressed. And to reverse the corruption, nothing else is needed, just the powder I just gave you. The powder I gave you happens to have a miraculous effect on Lao Mo's condition!"

(End of this chapter)