Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 69 Death Row Concentration Camp (Second Update)
The factory was covered in blood. The walls were also covered in blood. In some places, even the remains of animal organs and body parts could be seen.

On the production line of the slaughterhouse, robotic arms are busy operating various mechanical equipment, slaughtering red meat carvings, pigs, carnivores and other livestock one by one.

Those sharp mechanical knives can quickly and skillfully cut the throat of the animal, causing blood to gush out instantly and flow into the groove under the conveyor belt. Then, the mechanical arm will hang the animal up, skin it, remove the internal organs, remove the bones, and finally cut the meat into various sizes of meat.

A large group of complete animals were sorted and processed in this way, with the blood, hair, skin, meat, bones and internal organs all separated clearly.

The whole process is efficient and simple, with a mechanical beauty.

"This is an older, purely mechanical slaughterhouse. It's rare."

Richard stood in the van and explained to Green Ham:

“Five years ago, a legend in the Silver City said in the media that meat products processed purely by machines are soulless, the dishes made from them are not tasty, and they can cause a variety of diseases and affect health.

Livestock that had to be slaughtered manually were eligible to be served on the tables of their upper-class citizens.

This inexplicable trend also swept the ordinary people of the Silver City-State. Most of them were unwilling to admit that they were not upper-class citizens, and they gritted their teeth and paid 5 or even 10 times the price to eat livestock that were slaughtered by humans like those upper-class citizens.

As a result, this highly efficient, purely mechanical slaughter has become synonymous with cheapness and cheapness. People either don’t buy it, or they buy it in secret, for fear of being discovered by acquaintances and being pointed at. "

Green's mind is full of questions:
"Ah, Boss. Is there really such a big difference between meat slaughtered mechanically and meat slaughtered manually?"

Richard spread his hands and said, "I don't know, I'm not a professional in this.

I only know that meat products from mechanical slaughter are really cheap. I eat it every day and nothing has happened to me. I am still alive and well.

Anyway, I am from the School of Magic, and medical treatment is free. I will come to you when I really get sick."

Green Ham nodded and agreed: "Gou Ge has been eating this kind of mechanically slaughtered meat every day for several years, and he has never had any problems.

This means that the legendary wizard is probably talking nonsense."

"The legendary wizard you are talking about is Springer from Nightingale City. His main research area is [Nutrition].

He wasn’t kidding.

Eating mechanically processed meat and artificially processed meat will have an impact on the state of the soul, but the impact is minimal. Eating meat every day, three meals a day, for a thousand years will only have a little effect - for example, the probability of obesity is increased by 1%.

99.99% of the people in this world don't need to care about such a tiny difference, but that doesn't stop him from magnifying this one-sided truth.

Because at that time, more than 90% of the artificial slaughterhouses in the entire Silver City-State were in his hands.

If you want to make money, you have to have a conscience. If you don’t have a conscience, it’s bad. You will make a lot of money and you won’t be able to stop.”

Just then, Richard heard a slightly hoarse voice.

He turned around and saw a man in a tattered purple wizard robe.

His tattered purple wizard robe was covered with stains and tears, his hair was messy and scattered on his shoulders like withered straw, his beard was shaggy and untrimmed, covering most of his face. Under his deep eye sockets, his eyes looked dull and lifeless, without any spirit that a wizard should have.

His skin was pale, like an ancient document that had not seen the sun for a long time, dry and lifeless, his skinny body was so thin that bones were visible to the naked eye, and he had the temperament of a man who could go hungry for nine meals in three days.

"Meat Chef! Haha, I'm here to bother you again. This is Richard, the new warden of our Saint Laurent Prison."

Green Ham happily introduced the two parties:

"Boss, this is the meat chef, the person in charge of the slaughterhouse in recent years. From now on, you should ask him for Brother Gou's meat and bones."

"Warden Richard, I've long heard of your name, but it's a rare chance to meet you." The meat chef clasped his fists in front of his chest and pounded them twice, performing the mage salute of a lower-level mage meeting a higher-level mage, with a very humble attitude.

“It’s our first meeting, please take care of me.

Judging from your clothes, you are also a colleague of the Dome Mage Corps. I am new here, and I hope you can take good care of me in the future."

Richard spread one hand, placed it on his chest, bowed slightly, and performed the etiquette of equal interaction between mages, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Hahahaha. I can't take care of anything for you. If I still had some rights, I wouldn't be exiled here.

I am a sinner just like Macedonia.

We in the Dome Mage Corps' logistics department are all criminals who have committed capital crimes.
By the way, it's not just the Dome Mage Group, there are also sinners from the Star and Moon Society, the Blind Brotherhood, the Seventh Dragon Riders, the White Weavers, and so on.

Anyone who is favored by President Maher and whom he thinks would be a pity to die will be gathered here.

So our Dome Mage Corps Logistics Department is also called the Death Row Concentration Camp.

Oh, by the way, originally no one in our logistics department had ever committed a capital crime, there was only Iluna, and now there’s you, and you haven’t committed a capital crime either.

You two should either have a relationship or it would be a shame for you to be so special."

As the meat chef spoke, he laughed in a nonchalant manner, appearing to be quite nonchalant.

Richard was delighted and thought, what a coincidence, I am a traitor, just like you guys.

"Haha. I wanted to date the executive, but she didn't want to. That bad woman only wanted to marry me, then divorce me and take half of my property.

I'm not afraid of losing money. Money is something outside of the body.

The main reason is that the executive officer's appearance is really unlucky for her husband. I'm afraid that I'm not strong enough and will be killed by her. If we get married, I'll lose all my money and my life, and everything will belong to her." "Hahahahaha!"

I don’t know what Richard said that triggered the meat chef’s laughter. He laughed so hard that he fell backwards and his whole body was shaking. He laughed for a long time before he stopped.

“I like you, you are different from those arrogant guys in this department, they are annoying as soon as they open their mouths.

No wonder you came to our place, we are from the same family.

Tell me, what do you want from me? You can't just come here for no reason, right? "

Richard smiled and said, "It's something. I want to ask, do Dog Brother's meat bones always come from this slaughterhouse? If so, I want to take one more portion and give Dog Brother a meal."

"Hmph~ This matter."

The meat chef scratched his hair and replied:
"Don't worry about the source of the food. All the meat and bones must come from this slaughterhouse. At least since I took over, I have never let Brother Gou go hungry.

But if you want to add more food, that would be a bit against the rules.

It’s hard to explain the specific situation to you, but it’s quite troublesome anyway.

But you and I are compatible. If you really want it, play a game with me. If you pass it, I’ll give it to you.”

"Game? What game?" Richard was a little confused.

"Hmph, simple, a game about fate. How about it, do you want to play?"

"Come on!" Richard nodded vigorously. "I'm never afraid of a challenge."

"Okay!" The meat chef smiled.

Ding!
A beautiful golden knife was thrown high into the air by him and landed on the back of his hand.

He opened the back of his hand, and on it lay a glittering gold coin, face up.

"Very good, you are lucky, so you get an extra buff.

You can choose one of two options.

First, get an extra starting identity instead of being an ordinary person.

Second, get a follower who will be with you day and night, but be aware that this follower may not be loyal to you.

You choose. "

"Will these two choices have a big impact on the follow-up? Can I know more detailed information?"

Richard was a little confused.

"No, choose based on your instinct."

"Hmm." Richard hesitated for a moment, then said, "Well, I want an extra identity."

"Okay." The meat chef took out a stack of dirty cards from his wizard robe. Those cards were quite old and many of them had curled edges.

He shuffled the cards several times very quickly, then placed the cards in front of Richard and said softly, "Please choose your fate."

Richard looked down at the cards in confusion, but could not tell anything from the patterns on the back of the cards. He tried to sense them, but could not sense which card resonated with him, so he simply closed his eyes, shook his hands randomly, and picked up a card at random.

"this one!"

The master took the card from Richard's hand and turned it over. On the card, there was a handsome man's back, and in front of him was a huge black iron cage, in which were imprisoned several pitiful girls.

Richard's eyes lit up. "Is this the warden? I am the warden in real life, and I drew the warden when I drew a card. It seems that I am really suitable for this profession."

"No, this is not the warden. There is no such card as the warden in the entire deck. This is the slave trader." The meat chef was amused.

Richard: ...

All right...there's not much difference between a slave trader and a jailer, both can lock people up and make fun of them.

"Hold your cards, the game begins." The Meat Chef snapped his fingers, and the remaining fate cards all turned into black ash and dissipated into the air, leaving only the slave trader in Richard's hand.

He said to Richard quietly:

"Listen carefully, level 1.

You are a slave trader.

You met a thin woman on the road, she was pale and thin, weak and powerless, she knelt on the ground and prayed humbly to you, asking you to give her some food.

What would you do at this time? "

As soon as the butcher finished speaking, a pale and thin woman suddenly appeared at Richard's feet. She knelt on the ground, pulled Richard's trouser legs and begged:

"Master Mage, please be merciful. I haven't eaten for three days."

(End of this chapter)