Saint Laurent Prison Warden

Chapter 67: The Doghouse and the Dog Brother ( words completed)

After getting off the taxi, Richard walked slowly on Soft Hair Flower Street with his crutches. As he walked, he observed the current situation of Soft Hair Flower Street.

Originally, Soft Hair Flower Street was a relatively remote old street in the Travel City, with few residents and no convenient public facilities. The rise of Soft Hair Flower Street was entirely due to the opening of the Travel Night Club here.

The entire soft hair flower more than 80% of the shops can be considered as travel night club package.

Even the merchandise sold at the convenience store is related to the services offered by the Travel Night Club.

It is indeed a street of massage and bathing industry.

But now, as soon as the travel night closed, the place suddenly became desolate. All the shops selling cosmetics, beauty, hair, nails, stockings and tattoos were closed.

The bright and colorful lights and props had no magic and were dim. Occasionally, one or two shops were still open, but there were one or two heavily made-up older female owners sitting in the shops bored, and there was no customer at all.

On both sides of the street, you can see several simply dressed children running around and chasing each other.

The adults had no business and were worried about their livelihood, but they were happy because they had a playground where no one could disturb them.

Richard walked leisurely, neither hurried nor slow, in a good mood, without any sense of tension. It was not until he arrived at the Purple Flower Book House that Richard's heart skipped a beat.

Purple Flower Bookstore is also closed.

There was also a notice posted on the door of Zihua Bookstore, which stated that the original owner had passed away and the shop was being transferred. Those interested were asked to contact the City-State Land Resources Management Bureau, Travel City Branch. The notice was published on the third day after Brother Niu got the recipe.

Richard was so angry that he laughed in his heart.

Well, he’s dead, there’s no evidence, and the clues are gone again.

Fortunately, the absence of information is also a kind of information. Although there is no evidence, Richard has confirmed that this bookstore is definitely the work of the organization.

There aren't so many coincidences.

It's an awesome organization indeed.

The owner of Zihua Bookstore is known to all the big and small businesses around the Travel Night Club. This is a den that has been in operation for more than ten years. A den that has been set up for such a long time was only used once and then abandoned.

No wonder even Teacher Kappa said to kill them all, this organization is so cruel!
Perhaps only such a cruel and meticulous organization could survive the almost all-pervasive surveillance of the Xingyue Society and continue to exist to this day.

Richard shook his head at the Purple Flower Book House from a distance, and then, leaning on his cane, he walked away from the scene step by step as if taking a walk.

He had been thinking about going to the Karen abandoned mine area that the taxi driver had mentioned, but the gargoyle guard was not with him.

Richard carefully assessed his own fighting ability and decided to play it safe and return to Saint Laurent Prison to continue practicing his magic.

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After Richard returned to Saint Laurent Prison, he was about to call Big Blue in the underground prison and take the smelly zombies to the swamp to continue studying magic, when he saw Green Ham walking towards him with a large brush that was stained with some bright red mucus.

This made Richard feel a little strange.

He called out, "Glennham, what are you doing?"

"Boss!" Seeing Richard, Green smiled naively.

"I just came back from the kennel. I just finished cleaning the kennel."

Oh, it turns out he went to clean the kennel.

Richard didn't pay much attention to it at first, but the hint given by the recipe suddenly came to his mind.

Prison is more important than magic.

Richard's brow furrowed.

Influenced by various anime, games, and novels in my previous life, I have always believed that personal strength is above all else.

Especially in this world where great power belongs to oneself, all power must be based on sufficient personal strength, otherwise everything will be zero once one dies.

So after I lost my magic, I was very panicked, and it wasn't until yesterday when I finally became a Star Ring Mage that I felt a little more confident.

But the organization told me that prison is more important than magic...

Indeed, Saint Laurent Prison is unusual at first glance. There are powerful gargoyles and puppet armies on the ground. There are zombies as guards in the underground prison, and there are also army nests that can kill stinking zombies.

Could there be some good stuff in the kennel?
Thinking of this, Richard asked in detail:
"Green, what kind of dogs do we have in the prison? Are there a lot of them? Why do you have to clean up every once in a while?"

Green laughed innocently and said:

"Hey, there aren't many, just one. But it's the strongest force in our prison, a super big dog.

The name of the soldier is the Undead Dragon Breath Hound, and I usually call him Brother Dog.

Normally, Dog Brother would curl up in a corner and sleep, without eating or drinking. He would only get up on his own when there was a big mess in the prison.

Dog Brother is different from the gargoyles. He does not belong to you, the warden, but to the entire Saint Laurent Prison.

Unless there is a large-scale riot in the prison, you cannot mobilize Dog Brother, and Dog Brother has no way to leave the prison.

My dad told me that Dog Brother is the biggest trump card in our prison.

So I have to clean the kennel every once in a while. I don’t have any other intentions, I just want to get to know Dog Brother so that if something really happens in the prison, Dog Brother can still protect me.”

Richard: ??? Richard was very surprised: "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier!"

"I've been wanting to tell you this for a long time. I also wanted to bring you with me to help clean the dog's kennel.

But you are so busy every day, I don’t have time to speak.”

Green Ham spread his hands, looking a little aggrieved.

Richard asked cautiously, "Green, what is the strength of our dog brother?"

Green poked his head out and answered carefully, "My dad said that he can beat Masters at will, but he can trade Legends one for one."

hiss! !

Richard was shocked! Isn't that the same level as Mr. Kappa and Dean Hank?
In other words, Dog Brother can't be taken out. If Dog Brother can be taken out, then why would I be nervous? With Dog Brother here, whoever comes will die.

There is a legendary vicious dog in the Saint Laurent prison that Mahel Chang gave me?
You're crazy, can you just give this thing away? How rich is your Maher family?

Richard was shocked.

He snatched the long-handled brush from Green's hand on the spot and said righteously:
"Greenham, as your warden, I feel it is very necessary for me to evaluate your work level.

Let's go to the kennel. Let me see if you've done a good job.

If you don't clean it, let me do it!"

"Hey! Boss, wait a minute. I'll go get another brush."

Green Ham found another brush with a smile and headed towards the kennel with Richard.

He said to Richard with great joy:

"Boss, I tell you that Gou Ge has a very good temper. No matter how you treat him, he won't get angry. The only thing is that Gou Ge is very protective of his food.

We can't touch his food.

He has a small nest in the corner of the kennel, where he piles meat and bones. The meat and bones will rot over time and bleed. We can clean the blood, but we can't touch the pile of meat and bones.

"Unfinished meat and bones? Wait, does Dog need to eat regularly like us?"

"Of course. Dog brother is half-dead, dead but not completely dead. He has the characteristics of both abyssal creatures and undead creatures. He needs food and the dead energy of the undead. It's very difficult to feed him."

Green Ham said proudly: "I have thought of many ways to keep Dog Brother comfortable."

"Where did you get the meat bones that Brother Gou wanted to eat?"

"It's at the slaughterhouse. It's on the way to our prison. The boss of the slaughterhouse would prepare food for Brother Gou every once in a while, and I would just bring it back with a cart. It's about once a week, and it only takes four or five trips each time. It's not a big deal.

Gou Ge is particular about what he eats. He eats half of the fresh meat head first, and then piles up the remaining half of the meat bones and waits for them to rot before eating.

The butcher told me that this is called a dog's mouth swallowing life and death."

Hearing this, Richard became more and more curious.

This Undead Dragon Breath Hound is so powerful, how could it be willing to serve as a guard in this forbidden magic prison and lose its freedom?

Although he is nominally a prison guard, there is no prisoner in the prison now. He has to stay in prison and cannot go out. He is even more imprisoned than the prisoners.

After walking through the long corridor and crossing the high threshold, Richard finally saw the kennel that was as big as ten football fields put together, and also saw the only owner of the kennel - the Undead Dragon Breath Hound.

The appearance of the undead dragon-breathing dog made Richard shudder. Its body was huge and muscular, and when it lay on the ground, it looked like a large passenger plane, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Its skin was a pale and dull color, with a strange solid texture, like a bone that had been left there for a long time.

At this moment, the dog was sleeping with his eyes open, his eyes were empty and lifeless, his teeth were sharp and pointed, flashing cold light, which was chilling.

What surprised Richard the most was that through the pale skin and flesh, he could see a red heart beating in the chest of the Undead Dragonbreath Hound.

The heart radiates an eerie light that flickers like embers in a fire. As it breathes, the heart repeatedly lights up and extinguishes, as if it were a core of infinite energy.

There are several slow-moving skeleton soldiers in the kennel.

They walked around Dog Brother aimlessly, soullessly, but none of them dared to approach him.

Richard noticed that not far from Dog Brother, there was a small hill of bones.

The meat on the bones was shaved very cleanly, leaving only some dark red flesh and blood on the bones.

Richard saw with his own eyes a skeleton soldier crawling out from the mountain of bones.

It picked up a thigh bone of an unknown animal from the mountain of bones and joined the group of skeleton soldiers wandering around.

"Ah, why are there skeletons here? Or are they wild skeletons that don't belong to anyone?"

Richard was shocked.

Green Ham smashed a skeleton soldier with a hammer nonchalantly and said casually, "This is normal. It has always been there. It may be that the aura of Dog Brother has leaked out. Every time I clean the kennel, I will clean up these skeleton soldiers for him."

Richard took a breath.

Knowledge is power. Green Ham is illiterate, so it is normal for him not to understand.

But Richard knew very well that the birth of skeleton soldiers without a spellcaster was not a natural phenomenon that could happen so easily. There must be something seriously wrong with this kennel or this dog!
(End of this chapter)