Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 49: Smiling at the sun, with hidden sadness ( words reached, please subscribe)

Richard lowered his head slightly and said:
"I'm sorry, Dean. I can visit my daughter in Oxford and give her some help in life, but I can't stay with the little girl for a long time.

I am not safe around you.”

"It's not safe around you..." Dean Hank looked at Xingge thoughtfully and nodded.

"I understand." Dean Hank lowered his eyelids, and his expression was inevitably a little lost, but he still gently patted the back of Richard's hand and comforted him:

"It's okay, Xiao Li. I know you must have your reasons.

Well, just do as you say.

You don't have to worry about Oxford's daughter. I will make other arrangements for the little girl."

"Yes! Dean." Richard held Dean Hank's hand tightly, feeling touched.

At this moment, Princeton seized the opportunity to interject:
"I'm sorry, although I don't want to disturb your harmonious atmosphere. But Dean Hank's soul is still relatively weak now and he needs enough sleep.

Otherwise, let's end today's visit."

"Okay! Dean, I'll come back to see you next time when you're fully recovered."

"Okay." Hank nodded slightly.

Richard looked at Xingge and said, "City Lord, thank you for your help. I'm leaving now."

"Huh? You're just leaving like that?"

Suddenly, Xingge raised his eyebrows and looked at Richard, crossing his arms across his chest with a look of great dissatisfaction.

Richard: Hmm? How about I give you a kiss goodbye?
……

When people are unlucky, even drinking cold water will get stuck in their teeth.

Steam locomotives are old-fashioned vehicles and are difficult to drive. The two cameramen had no experience in driving steam locomotives and their engine burned out shortly after entering the city.

It just so happened that they were on a road that was often jammed, and even if they took a taxi now it would take a long time to get to the hospital.

In order to save time, Donald simply abandoned the broken motor vehicle on the side of the road and ran away with his two younger brothers.

"Quick! Quick, get all the equipment up, the camera, the reflector, and me.

Ouch, no, I can't run anymore, help me up, help me stand up."

When Donald was gasping for breath and about to collapse on the floor of the hospital, the two younger brothers next to him immediately propped him up with their shoulders and pushed him forward.

Donald can endure a lot for the sake of journalism.

He was able to reach his current position by stepping on countless people. A few years ago, he was a well-known war correspondent in the entire Silver City State, and he wrote many wonderful exclusive interviews. Although he is fat now, his news sense is still keen.

In Donald's view, Richard is a news gold mine with great mining value. Every time the hammer strikes, it can strike out a golden knife.

Donald finally climbed up to the third floor of the hospital. As soon as he saw the intensive care unit, he was stopped by several black-robed wizards.

"Stop, this is our Xingyue Club's temporary restricted area. No outsiders are allowed to come in. Leave immediately!"

"Yes, yes, sir, we'll go now, we'll go now." Donald was not Richard, he had no temper, and quickly stepped back several steps, staying at a safe distance where 'if you go any further you'll be scolded by the Star-Moon Society's wizards, but it's okay to stand here', and peered towards the intensive care unit area.

Suddenly, there was a click, and the door of the intensive care unit slowly opened from the inside to the outside.

Richard and Xingge walked out of the intensive care unit. Xingge held her head high and looked calm.

Richard lowered his head, making it impossible to see his expression.

thump!
At the moment when the door of the ICU was closed, Richard seemed to be hit by a hammer, his body swayed back and forth for a while, and then he sat back suddenly, fell against the door of the ICU, and sat on the ground at the door of the ICU.

"Well!"

"ah!"

"Mr. Richard, what's wrong with you?"

"Mr. Richard, are you okay?"

The doctors and nurses around him let out short exclamations and rushed towards Richard.

"Don't come over." At this moment, Xingge spoke up and stopped everyone. "Let him sit alone quietly for a while."

Richard's chest suddenly shook, causing his entire upper body to shake along with it.

He slowly tilted his head back until he could look up at the ceiling.

The light from the sun in the distance, after being intercepted by layers of windows, still gently shines on Richard, illuminating the left half of Richard's body, and just in time, dividing Richard's face into two parts.

"I, I'm fine. I'm just too worried about the teacher. Don't worry about me." Richard said while trying hard to raise the corners of his mouth, but his sadness was too obvious. Even if he tried hard to disguise it, he could only barely make the left corner of his mouth slightly upturned.

A tear as big as a bean had already overflowed from the corner of his right eye and was gradually sliding down his right cheek.

Smile to the sun, but be sad secretly.

Click!

Click!

The two photographers beside Donald captured this scene at the same time, freezing the expression on Richard's face forever!
Richard's very topical expression instantly ignited Donald's creative passion, making Donald's suppressed journalistic heart burn like a raging fire.

“Perfect! Beautiful!

Richard, the selfless hero who is about to receive the Silver Cross.

Even though he had completely lost his magic power, he still didn't shed a single tear from beginning to end. He was even able to cheer himself up and bravely charge towards love.

But when he saw with his own eyes that his mentor, Dean Hank, was dying, he could no longer control his emotions!

The bright side was Richard's pretended strong smile.

The dark side is the sadness he can't help feeling.

Oh my god! It's so beautiful. I'm sure no photo this year will be better than this moment!
To be deified is enough to be deified!
This photo will definitely be the cover of Silver Age Weekly Annual Selection! ”

Donald was completely excited. He tugged at his tie and yelled to the photographer next to him:

"Quick, notify headquarters to decide on tomorrow's front page headline. No one can snatch it from me.

The Jinhui Mage Academy has Richard in front and Dean Hank in the back. Two heroes in one family! Unparalleled talents!
Tomorrow, no! Tonight!
Tonight I will let everyone in the Silver City know that Dean Hank died on the battlefield against the Holy See. Like Richard, he is a hero who died for his country!"

"This. Brother Donald. Dean Hank is not dead yet, so it's not good to write him dead, right?"

"Stupid pig, who told you to write it?
Hint, hint, do you understand? Don't write it clearly that he is dead.

But it can be hinted that he is dead! Dr. Princeton's constant sighs, Richard's sad tears, and the gloomy eyes of the Star Song City Lord... are all hints!
If you don't know how to conceal facts and hint at the truth when you're working in the news, why are you still working on Kuner News?

Only those who can make the same fact into spring and autumn with one stroke are qualified news masters. At this time, we can't care so much. Even if we make up stories, we must make Dean Hank's death an ironclad case, otherwise the public's emotions will not be aroused!

Tomorrow noon at the latest.

In all the villages of our Silver City, women eating melon seeds at the entrance of the village must let me know that Dean Hank is dead.

Dean Hank will definitely not survive for a while anyway, so let's stir up the heat first! Do you two understand?"

"I understand!"

Just as Donald was reprimanding his subordinate, Xingge, who was standing next to Richard, suddenly took a step forward, blocking the sunlight outside the window, and hiding Richard's entire face in darkness.

Xingge half squatted down, pulled the sleeve of her right hand with her left hand, and gently wiped away Richard's tears, while Richard was looking at her in surprise.

The disguised smile and hidden sadness all disappeared, covered by the gentle dark side.

Click! Click! Click! Click!
How could the two professional cameramen miss such a beautiful scene? They raised their cameras and took pictures of Richard and the others so fast that the shutter buttons were about to smoke.

"It's over! It's over, it's over!" Donald was shaking with excitement.

"The iron lady, the Lord of Star Song City, whose will is as strong as steel, was melted by Richard's tears of true love.

Steel becomes as soft as silk.

The two people who already had feelings for each other but could not be together because of their identities finally had hope of abandoning worldly prejudices and being together because of Dean Hank's sacrifice.

Richard's previous confession to City Lord Xingge actually became a foreshadowing of this moment.

The news in the past has a new plot, and it is such a explosive plot!
National justice, heroic sacrifice, love between young men and women, all the explosive moments are there.

Oh my God, I can’t even make up such explosive news.

One of the candidate photos for the super cover of "Silver Age Weekly Annual Selection" is mine, and the other must be mine too!
When the sales of Silver Age Weekly reach new highs, I, Donald, will be the top decision-maker in the society.

When the president sees me, he has to kneel down on one knee to light my cigarette!
Hurry, hurry! One of you stay here and continue filming for me, and the other one quickly comes back with me and starts reporting!"

Donald was thrilled.

"Ah, Boss Donald, are we going back? Doesn't Mr. Richard need an interview anymore?"

“It was a piece of shit. When talking about Dean Hank, Mr. Richard was so sad that he couldn’t speak.

The deep love between master and apprentice is moving. His silence now is more effective than his words.

Hey, with your two stupid pigs' sense of news, when will you be able to start a new journey? If I am gone, what will you do? Hurry up and go. Take action."

Donald ran away with his little brother. Xingge wiped Richard's tears, turned around and left.

Only Richard was sent to the hospital lounge because of excessive grief.

After a while, Princeton, who had just examined Dean Hank, came into the lounge excitedly.

He looked at Richard, smiled excitedly and said:

"Mr. Richard, let me examine you carefully. I haven't examined you for a whole day. Hehe, hehehehe, hehehehehe."

Listening to Princeton's intermittent laughter, Richard could hardly hold back.

Why does this bastard look at me as disgustingly as those ladies look at beautiful girls?
"Wait a moment, Professor Princeton," Richard said as he took out a piece of oily parchment from his arms.

On the parchment, there were written many medicinal herbs related to the soul, and three kinds of medicinal herbs such as red spider lily were mixed among them.

Richard said to Princeton: "Doctor Princeton, could you please give me ten copies of each of the herbs on this list?

Now that I have no magic power, I can only try to learn some magic-related subjects to acquire a skill and make a living.

It just so happens that I am very interested in potions, and making potions does not require magic power.

I want to start practicing with the soul potion which is closely related to my current state.

Don't worry, I will give you the money for the potion."

"Huh?!" Princeton immediately became alert.

"Mr. Richard, you don't want to get rid of me and secretly study how to cure your weak soul, do you?
Ok?
Um! ! !
No! Mr. Richard, I warn you, the soul is a very complicated thing.

A potion that can repair a weak soul is definitely not something that a layman like you can just tinker with.

I advise you to be careful with your words and actions, and to hand over your soul to us for care and research.

We are very professional when it comes to soul care.

If you insist on not listening to advice and act on your own.

Then I can only use my other major. "

"Ah? You have another major?"

"Of course." Princeton said as he took out a bell, pinched the bell between his fingers and shook it quickly, making a rapid and chaotic tinkling sound.

"Oh~ crackle, bang! Rest in peace, soul~
Our family is very professional in repairing souls and saving souls, and is definitely not inferior to those necromancers on the Island of the Dead.

When I was a child, I secretly looked up the family genealogy that was hidden by my parents.

Our Princeton family started out in the business of soul salvation.

Our ancestors saved many souls, so they thought of restoring souls. They tried their best to save a few souls.

After that, our family gradually transformed into a family of doctors specializing in the field of the soul.

If you want to get rid of us and mess with your soul yourself, then I can only wait for you to die and then give you salvation.

You are doomed, Mr. Richard.

Seriously, don't be so upset. I really have no ill intentions, we are just very curious about the stigmata shackles.

You are the only material we have. We will not conduct any irreversible destructive research on you unless it is absolutely necessary."

Bullshit, Richard’s face turned black. If you were a bishop of the Holy See, I would believe three-quarters of what you said.

But you were born into the Star-Moon Society, so forget it.

Don't I know what kind of shit you mages can do when you go crazy? I'm a mage myself.

The more I read, the more I understood. The Holy See claimed that the Silver City-State played with magic, blasphemed life, had no taboos, and was extremely evil.

Not only is every sentence true, but every word is precious!

You are a very bad old man. If I had believed you, I would have died without knowing it.

(End of this chapter)