Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 164: Mother of Hunters
"Pa pa." Princeton carefully took the medicine bottle from Richard, shook a little bit on the paper, and then stuck it on Mohammed's back.

Soon, a puff of misty green smoke came out, and Mohammed's skin that was stained by the powder quickly shriveled up and became wrinkled and black.

This is the Hunter's Mark emerging.

Richard looked at it carefully, and the suspicion in his eyes gradually deepened.

The hunter's mark on Mohammed's body resembles a frog's webbed feet, with a distinct granular feel. Those granules are large and small, and all have a distinct odor. When the water element in the air approaches those granules, it visibly becomes wilful and enters a pathological state.

Princeton's cleaning of the hunter's brand obviously caused Mohammed a lot of pain. He was in so much pain that his eyeballs rolled back, his head was dizzy and his body was twitching a little.

Mohammed listened to Richard very much. Richard told him not to make any sound, and he did not cry out even when he was in pain and was hit by the board.

Despite such severe pain, Mohammed's loyalty did not even drop. Instead, it rose from 86.1 to 88.6 due to the emergence of the Hunter's Brand.

"Look at your subordinate, he is incredible. Logically speaking, my powder can isolate the curse attached to the soul, or at least greatly reduce the effect of the curse.

But now that I have found the curse, the effect of the curse has only been slightly weakened. This shows that the source of the curse may be very powerful, powerful enough to break through the underlying rules of the soul of a living being. "

Princeton rolled up his sleeves and said to Richard, "I'm getting a little excited."

Richard immediately asked: "Doctor, what kind of curse is this thing? Can it be cured?"

“I don’t know yet. This is a new curse on the soul that has never been recorded before. It is not attached to the surface of the soul, but to the mark deep in the soul. It is very worth studying.

According to my experience, it takes a long time to study a new thing like this that no one has seen before. But its essence has not completely exceeded the scope of curse, and it is not as deep as the stigmata shackles that reach the bottom of the soul. It is much easier to deal with than the stigmata shackles.

If medicine can’t handle it, then use treasures to suppress it; if treasures can’t suppress it, there are still magic rituals; if magic rituals don’t work, then force the soul to transfer!

There is always a way to be ruthless. "

Princeton gave Richard a thumbs up and said:
"The next step is to see your attitude towards him. Do you want to have a quick resolution regardless of the risks, or do you want conservative treatment?
If they want to make a quick decision, they can transfer the soul and find a scapegoat to bear the curse for Lao Mo. Lao Mo has a 30% chance of surviving.

For conservative treatment, I will continue to suppress it with medicine and treasures, and slowly find a way to deal with this curse."

Richard glanced at Mohammed, who blinked twice.

Richard understood immediately.

"Then let's just use conservative treatment. We're not in that much of a hurry."

"Okay, I also hope you can give me conservative treatment, so that it will be more convenient for me to study." Princeton waved his hand and said:

"Don't be afraid, this curse is not that troublesome.

This is a relatively ancient root curse.

The trouble with root curses is that if the person who released the curse cannot be dealt with, even if the curse is suppressed, it may recur in the future. But if the source of the curse can be found and eliminated directly, then everything will be fine.

If it really comes to the last resort, you can ask the Lord of Xingge City to find a few experts who study the source of the curse and follow the clues to find the root cause. If my medical skills cannot solve the problem, we will solve it by force. "

"Then I'll leave it to the doctor. I, Richard, don't have many subordinates, just one or two, and each of them is precious to me. Since Mohammed has followed me, I must be responsible for him to the end. No matter how much it costs, I will cure him." Richard gently patted Mohammed's chest. Mohammed looked at Richard with emotion, and his loyalty increased a little.

"Okay! I'll do my best." Princeton rubbed his hands and took out a small box and a small knife covered with fire element from the medical box.

"I'll cut a sample from him and use it for magic testing."

Princeton used a knife to cut open Mohammed's skin little by little and removed a bubble the size of a little finger.

But as soon as the bubble was taken down, it dried up and shattered, and there was no way to preserve it.

"Hey? What's going on? This shouldn't happen.

Although this curse is rooted in the soul, its pathological characteristics are still located on the surface of the body and in the flesh.

Logically speaking, it should be able to be cut."

Princeton scratched his head and carefully cut off a piece of the hunter's brand.

It was obvious that cutting the hunter's romance was not a pleasant experience, and Mohammed grimaced in pain during the two operations.

The result of the second operation was still unsatisfactory. The cut skin broke again.

"Hey, I just don't believe it." Seeing Princeton raising the knife again, Mohammed couldn't hold on any longer. He hurriedly grabbed Richard's feet and sent out a silent cry for help with his pitiful twitching eyes.

"Calm down." Richard quickly held down Princeton's hand.

He suddenly had an idea and said anxiously, "That's right, doctor. Lao Mo's skin cannot be separated from the water element. Once dehydrated, it will be damaged quickly.

This has nothing to do with the curse, it is the characteristic of Lao Mo's skin itself.

Try soaking the cut skin in water."

"Huh? There is such a thing?" Princeton took out a water tank in surprise, and then started the third operation.

This time, the fishman's skin that he cut off did not collapse, but remained intact.

"Okay, it's done." Gullinston put away the water tank with satisfaction, then took out the pain-relieving powder from the medicine box and sprinkled it on Mohammed's wound.

Mohammedna was sweating profusely because of the pain, and his distorted face suddenly relaxed. He felt much more relaxed.

At this moment, Mohammed's loyalty finally exceeded 89 points and passed the 90 mark!

At the same time, Richard also had an inexplicable feeling. He felt that the relationship between him and Mohammed had broken through a barrier, and even the aura of Mohammed made him feel much more comfortable.

Old Mo looked at Richard with some guilt, as if he wanted to say something, but because Princeton was beside them, he did not speak.

Wow.

Princeton, who was anxiously conducting research, took out a magic carpet and said to Richard, "Okay, the portable doctor mission is suspended. I'll go back and sort this thing out, and then come back to see you."

"Hmm? Doctor, you're not going to study me anymore?"

"Of course we need to study it, but your stigmata won't produce any results in a short time. If you can produce results, you should have done it earlier. It's a time-consuming and laborious process.

But this thing is different. Oh. With a little luck, this pot of stuff alone can help me move up a notch in the field of soul research.

I won’t talk to you anymore. I’m leaving first. We are brothers in our hearts. If you have something, Hai Luo can’t get through. I have to get busy. Don’t look for me if you have nothing to do. ”

Whoosh. Richard just blinked, and Princeton's flying carpet trembled and turned into a meteor, disappearing in the sky of the travel city.

He smiled helplessly and looked at Mohammed.

Mohammed looked at Richard with moving eyes, as if he had a thousand words to say but didn't dare to open his mouth.

Richard understood what he meant and took Mohammed back to Saint Laurent Prison and said to him, "Okay, it's safe here, you can talk now."

"Brother!" Lao Mo shouted, his voice a little hoarse. He was moved and said, "Brother, did you know that I had a mark on my back a long time ago? But you never exposed my concealment and quietly found a doctor for me.

Boss, you...you are too good to me. You helped me so much, but I still hid it from you. I am such a piece of shit."

"Hmph. I know a little about the branding, but not much." Richard raised his head slightly and said with a smile.
: "It depends on whether you want to tell me. If you can figure it out and are willing to talk about it, I'll be happy to listen. If you can't figure it out, I'll give you enough time to figure it out."

If you still can't figure it out when the time comes, then don't think about it.

Although Richard did not say it, Mohammed still heard his subtext and responded immediately:

"Boss, I'm telling you, I'm telling you everything!"

……

……

Whoops!

Mohammed picked up a basin of water, poured it on himself, wet his skin, and then said to Richard:
"Deep in the swamp, there is a huge Murloc Lake. In the Murloc Lake lives a huge spirit called the Mother of Hunters.

The lake where the Hunter Mother lives is filled with her venom. Ordinary murlocs will have their scales rot if they come into contact with it, but in the lake where she lives, there live the Hunter Red Murlocs.

The Hunter Red Fishman is the mother necessary for the reproduction of the fishmen. The fishmen in the swamp must return to the Hunter Red Fishman to reproduce. All the fishmen seem to be independent, but in fact they are always firmly controlled by the Hunter Mother.

They are not wandering aimlessly in the swamp, but are accumulating numbers in an orderly manner, hunting powerful creatures in the swamp, and sacrificing the remains of those powerful creatures to the Mother of Hunters. "

"hunter?"

"Yes! All fishmen are hunters! Including me." Mohammed nodded deeply and continued, "Because of my uniqueness, I have been targeted by the Mother of Hunters for a long time.

She marked me as a hunter and gave me hunting goals. If I completed the hunt, she would give me a reward.

But if I fail in hunting, the hunter's mark on me will increase, causing me great pain."

Speaking of the Hunter's Mark, Mohammed's fish eyes widened and his face was full of fear.

"Every time the Hunter's Mark strikes, in addition to severe pain all over my body, I will also enter a strange state of clairvoyance. I will see countless strange creatures that look exactly like me emerging from the Hunter Mother's Lake.

They were dripping with water, their skin was covered with large and small bumps, and they kept emitting venom and acid, and they were getting closer and closer to me.

Only if I kept taking action, running around in the swamp and organizing the fishmen to hunt powerful enemies, would they retreat into the lake little by little.

But even so, I could only slow down their speed in approaching me.

As long as I relax for a moment, they will climb out of the lake again and continue to approach me.

Any strange shadow that touches me will leave a new mark on my body. Along with the mark, there will be a new task.

If I can't complete the task, the more marks I have, the more severe the pain I will feel when the marks occur.

I can feel that maybe one day, the stigma on me will no longer give me a chance.

Those phantoms summoned by the Mother Hunter would grab me, drag me into the pond, and completely devour me, making me a part of themselves.

I have been living in fear before. The power of the Hunter Mother is too strong. Even if I met you, I didn't believe that you could defeat her, so I didn't dare to tell you about the Hunter Mother.

I also thought about relying on the boss's power to help me hunt those prey.

As long as I can sacrifice the prey, the marks on my body will be removed one by one, and I will be able to relax a little.

But I didn’t expect that you, boss, are so powerful!
Not only did you discover the brand on me, you also found someone who could remove it! Is this the great wizard?

Sure enough, my father was right. The mage is the most powerful and greatest person in the world. You are the mage, so you are..."

"Stop, stop, stop, stop." Richard stopped Mohammed's long speech. "I haven't finished asking.

You said the fish-man in that lake is called the Mother of Hunters?"

"Yes."

"Female? Are you sure?"

"I'm... not sure. That's what she told me. She said she was the mother of all murlocs and muds, that she governed the laws of the hunt, and that she gained power from killing and the rituals of the hunt.

We are all her children and must and should fight for her.

This should be the case.

I saw with my own eyes that the giant red fishman that gave birth to everything awakened from the pond she had protected, and turned into breeding soil, absorbing countless fishman seeds and giving birth to more fishmen. "

"Alright, alright. I'm not interested in her boasting. I still have the Mechanical Moon, which rules over all flesh and blood machines, and is ever-changing and full of mysteries.

As long as it's a female one."

Richard bit his nails, lost in thought.

There is no doubt that the Mother of Hunters is an Outer God. As long as she is an Outer God, there is no need to consider gender issues and the Saint Laurent Prison can accept her.

But the Hunter's Mother identifies herself as a woman, which means that she is very likely to have the same birth and creation abilities as Odysseus. Maybe she is also the creator of a world like Odysseus.

This is very troublesome.

Odyssey was a ruthless character who nearly destroyed the entire Travel City. The Hunter's Mother has recovered strength that is definitely greater than Odyssey, and is more difficult to deal with.

How can we capture a god who is of extremely high status and strong power?

(End of this chapter)