Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 20 Start over
Richard found the answer he wanted and was satisfied.

Just as Richard was about to leave the Enlightenment Library, "The Shadow of Death" flew over breathlessly with two heavy parchment scrolls and a white envelope.

“Dear guest! This is the magic scroll we agreed on earlier.

This red magic scroll is the seven-ring legendary magic [Hercules Barrier]

The other blue magic scroll is the seven-ring legendary magic [Escape Route].

And this is the admission ticket to the Enlightenment Library that I give you. Keep it.”

"Legendary Scroll!" Richard was shocked and his eyes widened.

If hiding a first-ring magic scroll is like hiding a shotgun, then hiding a seventh-ring magic scroll is like hiding a cruise missile. The conviction is not on the same level.

Death Shadow said proudly:

“Hehe! These are the best life-saving scrolls in our library. They are all legendary level. Even the owner covets these two treasures!
[Hercules Barrier] can unfold a barrier that makes you invincible for 15 seconds, and then you can take the opportunity to tear open the [Escape Route].

After 5 seconds, you, the guest, will be teleported to a random location 20 kilometers away by [Escape Route].

Then you immediately use the invitation. In ten seconds, you will be physically teleported to our Enlightenment Library, completely safe! A perfect escape route!"

"Ah!" Richard was shocked.

“This is so well arranged.

This... can I really accept this? It's too expensive! My Silver Cross Medal bounty can only buy these two scrolls, and it may not even be enough.

If you give me this scroll, won't you be punished by Mahir Changren?"

Death Shadow shook his body and said, "Don't be afraid. We have the authority to use the legendary scroll. It's just that we have always been reluctant to give it away.

In all these years, we have only met a good guest like you. I hope you don’t die.

Okay, guest, you should go back. You have been here for too long today."

"Shadow of Death" flew up and slammed into Richard's face.

boom!
"oops!"

Richard's eyes went dark, and when he opened them again, he was back in the ward.

He was half lying on the hospital bed, holding two red and blue scrolls and a white envelope in his hands.

"Knock, knock, knock!" Before Richard could recover from his shock, a knock on the door of the ward was heard.

Richard looked towards the door. On the transparent glass, Dr. Princeton's smiling face was nodding at him.

It was too late to hide the scroll in his hand at this time, so Richard simply took the scroll in his hand and shouted openly:

"Please come in!"

"Hey!" Dr. Princeton pushed open the door, his shiny bald head reflecting Richard's slightly weak face.

Princeton did not enter the ward, but stood at the door, rubbing his hands together, and said with a smile on his face:
"Mr. Richard, you are finally back. I came to remind you that the scheduled time for the physical examination has passed.

Do you want to go for the check-up now, or should I apply for you to postpone it for another hour?"

"Ah? Has the inspection time passed?" Richard raised the scroll in his hand a little embarrassedly and said, "Sorry, I was just going to..."

"No! Don't explain to me." Princeton waved his hands quickly.

"I am not qualified, and I do not want to hear it. Sir, it is good that you know the matter. Let us talk about the inspection."

Seeing Princeton's attitude, Richard raised his eyebrows strangely.

He said softly, "Doctor Princeton, let's go for the checkup later. I may need to rest for a while and think about something."

"Oh! Okay. Then I'll ask the nurse to bring you some nutrient solution. You'll feel better after drinking it and won't be so weak." Princeton smiled even more brightly. He felt relieved, hummed a little tune and went out, and considerately helped Richard close the door.

The moment they turned the corner, the smile on Princeton's face disappeared.

He stuck out his tongue and muttered to himself angrily:
"Legendary scrolls! Two of them!

Even my own father never gave me two legendary scrolls.

Why does Maher think so highly of this kid Richard?
Could it be that Xingge had guessed it right? The stigma shackles were really meant for this kid?
Then the attitudes of Mahir Changren and Xingge City Lord are very interesting.

Oh no, I came all the way from Nightingale City, I'm not going to jump into the pit by myself, am I?"

……

Richard drank the nutrient solution given by the young nurse, then lay on the hospital bed, looking at the sunlight coming in through the window, slightly absent-minded.

His eyes moved from left to right and from right to left from time to time, and from time to time he picked up the scroll in his hand and stared at it intently, looking like he was full of thoughts.

Richard was deep in thought when suddenly a loud noise came from outside the window:
"Why were they able to go in even though they stopped us?"

“Not fair! Not fair!

We are all newspapers, why is Silver Age Weekly more noble than us?"

"Protest! This is discrimination! This is privilege! Where is the dean? The dean, come out! You must give us an explanation today!"

"Huh? What's going on? Why are you arguing?"

The nutrient solution took effect, and Richard, who had regained some strength, moved weakly to the window. He poked his head out in confusion, only to see that the hospital was full of reporters holding magic crystal cameras.

A group of doctors and nurses in white coats formed a human wall to prevent the reporter from squeezing into the hospital.

"Protest! Privileged protest!" "This black-hearted hospital must have received money from Silver Age Weekly!"

The reporters kept shouting, their faces flushed, and they were very excited.

"What is this for?"

Just as Richard was wondering, there were three hurried knocks on the door of his ward.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Mr. Richard, I'm your nurse on duty. Can I come in?"

Richard turned around and saw the young nurse who had just fed him medicine standing at the door.

"Oh, sure, come in."

Richard had just responded when the door was pushed open.

The cute little nurse poked her head out from the crack of the door and asked softly, "Mr. Richard, a media outlet wants to interview you. Is it convenient for you to accept the interview now?"

"Media? Interview me?"

Richard raised his eyebrows, pointed out the window with his thumb, and asked:
“Is it the following media?”

"No! It's not. They wanted to interview you, too, but we stopped them."

The young nurse explained somewhat embarrassedly:
“Xingge City Lord specifically instructed you to have a good rest and try not to let others disturb you.

So we have blocked most of the media for you.

The media that wants to interview you now is Silver Age Weekly.

The director told them to come in, and we doctors and nurses didn’t dare to stop them. But the director also said that you are the boss.

If you don’t want to be interviewed, I will help you notify them and ask them to leave the hospital first.”

"Silver Age Weekly..."

Richard's heart moved.

"Silver Age Weekly" is a giant-level private media in the entire Silver City-State and has a semi-official nature.

In the entire Silver City-State, everyone with a little social status knows that behind the Silver Age Weekly stand two permanent councillors who are as powerful as Maher.

"Silver Age Weekly" started out as a weekly newspaper and has now become a super giant spanning all media fields including video, books, radio, etc.

"I received the Silver Cross and blocked the Stigmata Shackles, so I am a well-known figure. It is normal for Silver Age Weekly to come and interview me.

However, I had just woken up and they rushed over to interview me. They were too arrogant and didn't take my life seriously.

But that's how the media works. They all want to grab the headlines.

If I were a real hero, I would love to have such an interview. But I have a dirty life and cannot stand in the spotlight, so I'd better turn down this interview."

"Okay, then you can help me shirk..."

Richard was halfway through his words when suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

"Wait...media..."

Richard swallowed the words back as they came to his lips.
He nodded and said:

"Forget it. Let the reporter from Silver Age come in.

But I have a condition. If I accept their interview, I will also accept interviews from those media outside.

Just as they can cry out, the news media should have a fair share of coverage. I can’t play favorites.”

“Well…” The nurse hesitated a little: “The Lord of Xingge City has instructed us not to disturb your rest too much.

We had no choice but to let Silver Age Weekly in. If we let all of them in…"

"Ah, privilege. The moment a rule is established, it will bring huge benefits to those who break it.

With just one casual remark from Xingge, Silver Age Weekly was able to rely on its strong position to become the exclusive media outlet reporting on me and dominate the headlines."

Richard took a deep breath, shook his head, and said:

"Okay, I won't make it difficult for you. The City Lord of Xingge probably didn't tell you that you can't let me leave the hospital, right?
Wait a minute. After I finish my interview with Silver Age, I will leave the hospital for a while. Outside the hospital, you have no responsibility.

"This...is this okay?" The young nurse was a little confused.

Richard walked to his bedside, sat down leisurely, and smiled at the nurse:
"Don't worry about whether it works or not. You're just an employee. You don't need to think about these things. I don't want to make things difficult for you.

Just go and notify the reporter from Silver Age Weekly to come over.

It is a great honor for a small person like me to be interviewed by Silver Age Weekly. "

"Oh, I'll go tell them to come over right away." The little nurse pouted at Richard and quickly shrank her head out the door.

……

After a short wait, a reporter wearing an elegant tuxedo, slightly obese and wearing a gentleman's hat, walked in from the door of the ward with two other photographers carrying magic crystal cameras.

Richard looked at the reporter carefully. He had big eyes, thick eyebrows, a big belly and a small chest, and his overall shape was tapered. He was leaning on a black cane and looked a bit like a penguin.

As soon as he entered the ward, he shouted excitedly:

"Oh, respected Mr. Richard! The great hero who cracked the conspiracy of the Holy See. The recipient of the great Silver Cross.

I'm Don Nader, a reporter for Silver Age Weekly.

We are sorry to disturb your rest, but your achievements are so great that we cannot bear to understand your desire.

Nowadays, people outside are very interested in your heroic deeds. They are eager to learn about your life and the specific circumstances of your rescue of the Lord of Xingge City. "

"Of course, I am happy to accept your interview." Richard said with a smile: "There is no time to waste, no need for too much small talk, let's get started as soon as possible."

"Wow! Efficient and pragmatic! I like people like you."

As Donald spoke, he took off his gentleman's hat and took out a small notebook from it.

He winked at Richard greasyly and said with a smile:
"Hero, we have some questions for you.

You can use this small booklet as a reference for specific questions and answers.

Please take a look first."

Richard took the notebook and looked at it. There were many questions clearly written on it.

[First question:
This time, the evil, insidious, corrupt, dark, stubborn and corrupt Holy See sent out an angel legion consisting of hundreds of angels to raid the City of Travel, trying to seal our great Lord of Xingge City with the stigmata shackles!
Their preparations were so thorough, their plans so evil, their methods so cruel, they were almost successful!
It was you, Mr. Richard. At the most critical moment, you used your body to block the crucial attack and completely disintegrated the church's conspiracy!
Mr. Richard, how could an ordinary magician like you perceive the true purpose of the Angel Legion in such a complex and treacherous environment and turn the tide at the critical moment?

答:
As a magic teacher, I have always taught my students to be careful, patient and good at observation so that they can find the truth from chaotic phenomena.

As a magic researcher, being good at observation is my professional habit.

While the mages of the Star-Moon Society were busy fighting, I, as a protected civilian, had plenty of time to observe the situation.

It was because of my careful and patient observation that I was able to discover the angel army's vicious plan in advance. 】

[Second question:

I see! It turns out it’s because of your professional habits.

An excellent magic teacher like you must be loved by students.

You also set a good example for students at a critical moment!

Now, the entire Silver City knows about your selflessness and fearlessness in the face of danger.

Do you have anything to say to the students reading this newspaper?
答:
I hope that my students can learn from me and not be afraid, not retreat, not fear death, and fight bravely when facing the evil Holy See! 】

……

Richard rubbed his brows in distress.

Andrew's questions and answers were carefully prepared, and everything from his mother's earnest education to his childhood to his psychological struggle in saving the Lord of Xingge City was clearly written.

But these questions and answers were outrageous - they didn't even know they were orphans.

These questions and answers make the point clear.

They didn't really want to interview me, nor did they want to know the so-called truth. They even had their press releases ready. The so-called interview was just a formality to make their news have procedural justice.

"If that's the case, this interview is worthless to me."

Richard smiled and raised his head, looking at Donald who seemed to be distracted, raised his eyebrows and said:
"Mr. Donald, what you prepared is very good, but I don't like it."

Richard tore the little notebook Donald gave him into two pieces without hesitation, threw it on the ground, and said firmly:
"These are invalid. Let's do the interview again!"

(End of this chapter)