Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 60 The Joy of Freedom! (Second Update)

What is freedom?
Some people say that freedom is a semi-god-level path-finding technique that allows all troops to ignore any terrain influence and walk on lava as if it were flat ground.

Some people say that freedom is being unrestrained and being able to pray to any dragon god you want.

Some people also say that freedom is the deciphering and seeking of truth, elements change, and everything is up to you.

But Richard feels that freedom means that no one is watching me no matter what I do, which is comfortable!

"Professor Princeton, today's practice ends here. I'm going back."

Richard was holding a black belt and said to Princeton with a smile:

"These are the potions I made. I'll take some with me."

"Ah?" Princeton poked his head out and asked curiously:

"Richard, you can take the finished potion away. Anyway, the medicinal materials and alchemy bottle belong to you from the moment you apply for them.

But don't you usually put those potion bottles on the shelf for recycling? Why do you want to take the potion away today?"

Richard looked up and smiled, "I'd love to, okay?"

"Okay, of course, as long as you are happy."

Princeton laughed and didn't suspect anything. But he still subconsciously said:
"Don't drink these potions carelessly, Richard. Even if they are high-quality finished potions, drinking too much of them will be a burden on your soul."

"Okay, I get it. I'm not a fool who would drink potions recklessly. Hahaha." Richard laughed and said, "Then I'll be leaving first, Professor Princeton. See you tomorrow."

"You said you're not a fool, but you were the one who drank the most diligently before."

"Ah?! Wait, how much did you bring?" Princeton just responded to Richard when he saw Richard dragging out an extra-large black sack from under the table.

He exerted some strength, turned over and put the sack on his back.

The sack was uneven and densely packed with the shapes of many medicine bottles. It looked so big and heavy that it bent Richard's waist.

Richard tried twice to straighten his back but failed.

Princeton was shocked:

"No... Richard, are you taking some with you? You obviously took all the potions away. You also took away the discarded potions."

"I didn't take them all. I still have two empty bottles left. Professor, please ask the academy for a replenishment tomorrow. I remember that these bottles of low-level potions should not be expensive."

"It's not expensive, but why do you carry so many discarded medicines?"

"Don't worry about it, I'm very useful."

"Hiss. Okay. As long as you're happy."

Princeton shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Although he didn't see what Richard was up to, he felt that Richard's purpose must be not pure.

After spending so much time together, he was sure that Richard was a smart man who would not do anything stupid. As long as Richard did not commit suicide, he did not care about other things, so he did not ask any more questions.

Richard was carrying a large sack full of medicine, walking through the corridor in an extremely arrogant manner!

Yesterday I brought a bottle of potion, sneaking around like a thief.

Today I am carrying a sack and walking out the door with dignity!

Richard would let out a whooshing sound every few steps, then put the medicine bag on the floor, stand aside to rest for a while, and say hello to the doctors and nurses who passed by.

It felt like he was deliberately telling those black-robed wizards who were peeking at him, look, I brought out a bunch of very suspicious things from the pharmacy, do you want to come over and check them out?
Faced with Richard's provocation, the black-robed wizards endured it again and again, and finally endured it when they could no longer bear it.

The Lord of Xingge City has just issued an order that we can only maintain low-density surveillance during this period.
We can only grasp Richard's general whereabouts, but not his every move as clearly as before.

Therefore, even if Richard jumped on their faces so blatantly, they could only endure it.

One of the men in black robes felt uncomfortable looking at Richard's arrogant look and cursed:

"Richard is too cunning.

Our pharmacist used Richard's previous method to replicate the bottle of potion that Richard had poured out and might have been problematic.

The result was a bottle of ineffective crap.

I think the boss's judgment is absolutely correct. Richard must have deliberately made some suspicious moves yesterday to lure us out, putting us in a passive position now.

Sly guy!
I bet that his bag is full of ineffective potions that he uses to divert attention, just like he did yesterday.

We'll be fooled if we try to stop him. Don't pay any attention to him."

"Yes, ignore him! This guy is very cunning and a bad guy."

Then, the wind arose and the clouds flew.

When Qingcui carried Richard to the south square of Saint Laurent Prison, Richard was still a little bit incredulous.

A whole sack, hundreds of bottles of potions, and 14 bottles of soul-shaping potions mixed in them, were brought back by him so easily!

No obstruction, no questioning, no inspection, nothing.

Ah! Freedom! This is what freedom tastes like!

“It feels like no matter what I do during this period of time, Xingyue Club will no longer react.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no way to refine potions in the Forbidden Magic Zone, I would have taken the crucible and herbs back to refine as many bottles of Soul Shaping Potions as I wanted."

Richard licked his lips excitedly, dragging the heavy sack of potion back to his warden's room, and excitedly opened the package, placing 14 bottles of soul-shaping potion neatly in front of him.

"According to the records of the truth of the origin of wizards, the soul-shaping potion will only work on units without magic books. Even if they imitated me to make the soul-shaping potion and asked the wizard to drink it, they would not notice any problems.

Even if someone does not have a magic book and does not know the specific effects of the soul-shaping potion, drinking the potion will only cause slight shocks to their soul, and it will feel like being drunk.

The true effect of the soul-shaping potion can only be exerted if the person who drinks the potion is fully aware of its effects and uses his or her willpower and imagination to shape his or her soul when the soul is shaken.

In other words, the Soul Shaping Potion itself has a strong concealment. This is also the main reason why I dare to bring the Soul Shaping Potion out openly.

Even if Xingyue Society stopped me and searched for the soul-shaping potion, they would not be able to discover the secret of the soul-shaping potion for a while.

But I didn't expect that they would actually not try to stop me. It seems that I am really free.

According to the book, after drinking this soul-shaping potion, I can begin to try to construct spell slots in my soul.

Once the spell slot is formed and the magic is inscribed into it, I will be able to cast spells again."

The closer he was to success, the more cautious Richard became.

“I’m not sure whether what the book says is credible or not.

What if the potion has no effect after drinking it, and instead your soul is shattered and you die?
What if after engraving the Silver Star, I don’t regain the ability to cast spells, but instead become a void slave of some big shot?

In this magical world, everything is possible.

I need to find someone who doesn't have a magic book and is trustworthy, and ask him to help me experiment."

Richard thought of that man as soon as he thought of someone who didn't have a magic book and was trustworthy.

……

After consuming three bottles of soul-shaping potion on small animals and confirming that the potion was neither lethal nor toxic, Richard called Green Ham to his room.

"Come on, Brother Grimm, drink this."

Richard slammed a bottle of soul-shaping potion in front of Green Ham.

The dwarf jailer looked at the bottle of potion in confusion and asked, "Boss, isn't this a potion bottle? I won't drink it. It's very bitter."

"This is not a potion, it's a medicinal wine, a good thing that can make you ascend to heaven. Let's drink this, it's stronger than alcohol. Come on, be obedient and drink it."

"Oh, okay!" The honest Green Ham did not doubt Richard. He picked up the soul-shaping potion and drank it all.

After finishing, he licked his lips with his tongue and commented with satisfaction: "It's a little sweet and quite delicious, but there is no taste of alcohol, so it's not satisfying."

"Don't worry, let the drug take effect for a while."

Richard's eyes widened with excitement, staring closely at Green Ham's expression.

3 minute later.

"Hmm!" Green Ham's eyes suddenly widened, and he let out a surprised sound from his nose. "Hmm?! Boss, I feel it coming!"

"How is it? How does it feel?"

Richard asked impatiently.

"It's like when my dad hit me on the head with a plastic hammer when I was a kid.

My head doesn't hurt that much, but it's stuffy and buzzing. Damn, boss, your medicinal wine is really strong, it feels great! "

Even the dwarves with strong souls were like this. Richard could see that the intoxicating effect of the soul-shaping potion must be significant.

He shouted quickly: "Green Ham, now quickly imagine a circle in your head."

"Ah, grandma, what's the big deal?"

Green Ham was so happy that his eyes became cross-eyed and he could not speak clearly.

"It's round, just like a she-dwarf's butt."

“Ohh! Yuan…I figured it out! I really have a bitch’s ass in my head.

Hey, Boss, why is this butt silver? "

"It's silver. Come on, shake your head."

Green Ham was quite obedient and shook his head immediately.

Richard asked excitedly: "How is it, is the circle still there?"

"Boss, it's bad, the woman's butt is gone. I haven't even touched it yet!"

"Alright, alright, stop touching me and lie down and have some sleep."

Richard stretched out his hand, shielded Green Ham's eyes, and with a gentle push, he knocked Green Ham down.

Green Ham lay limply on the ground, subconsciously hugging one of the legs of the table beside him, and slept soundly.

Although everything up to this point was almost the same as what was written in the book, Richard was still afraid that Green Ham was dead.

From time to time, he would check his breath and stretch his legs to make sure Green Ham was still alive, and only then would he feel a little more relaxed.

More than ten minutes later, Green Ham woke up slowly. He was totally unaware of what had just happened. He just felt that the medicinal wine Richard gave him was particularly intoxicating, and he kept pestering Richard to reward him with another bottle.

"Boss! Get me another bottle. This wine is amazing. If you get me another bottle, I will do whatever you ask me to do. I won't bargain!"

(End of this chapter)