Hunter's Mind Slug

"Let's see if this is good."

Under the puzzled gaze of the prisoner, the slug split and began to heal. This process was very fast and only took a few seconds. It took only a few seconds for the two prisoners in front of him to fully recover.

"Thank you, thank you."

"Thank you, thank you."

The two prisoners looked at Ron very excitedly, but he didn't pay attention to them.

Instead, he looked at the people next to him.

"What about you?"

"We, we, please."

Several people looked at each other and finally made a choice.

"Treat it, slug."

Ron smiled even wider when he heard this.

"Yes, Lord Ron."

A few seconds passed very quickly, and the prisoners were still a little confused. They had never seen such treatment before.

It was completely unexpected that the monster that had instantly rendered them incompetent and looked like a slug could also heal them in addition to the white liquid.

This is really a bit scary.

"Okay, no need to thank me. Let me ask you a few questions. Are you the prisoners of this trap tower?"

Seeing the prisoners crouching on the ground, not continuing to attack his thoughts, and even expressing their gratitude, Ron waved his hands, feeling a little regretful, and gave up the struggle.

And he didn't stop moving, half-crouched down, looked at them and said.

"Yes, we were sent here by the warden to intercept the candidates. He said that if he could delay the candidates for one hour, his sentence would be reduced by one year. However, from the look of him, he must be fooling us."

Several prisoners have given up on attacking Ron at this time. The difference in strength is too big. They now want to let Ron leave as soon as possible. The outside world is too dangerous.

So when Ron asked, the bald man answered quickly.

"Oh~~What about the other prisoners? Where are they?"

After hearing the news, Ron was happy and continued to ask.

He was not interested at all in their plans to reduce the sentence, but after hearing their last words, he knew that the warden was also a person full of bad taste and liked to tease people.

"Over there, there is a door on the other side. We can go directly through there and return to the place of imprisonment."

Although he was a little confused as to why Ron asked this, the bald man answered honestly. While speaking, he also pointed to an exposed iron door.

There is no cover at all, not even a lock. If the candidates escape in that direction, they will probably go directly to the place where the prisoners are held.

"Last question, are there many prisoners over there?"

Nodding, looking at the unclosed iron door, Ron blinked and began to ask the last question. .

"I'm not very sure about this. There should be more than a hundred. The people we have here are all serious criminals. Everyone here will be detained for at least a hundred years. Basically no one can leave."

"Well, it's about this number. Now some prisoners are assigned to other places. There are less than a hundred at most. We don't know if there are more in other places."

This time it was the bald man who answered the question, and then the muscular man added something. After speaking, they all stared at Ron, wondering why Ron would ask such a question.

With some hope, Ron left as soon as possible.

"Okay, thank you for your answers."

A little excited, he stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips, as if he was about to eat something interesting. Then he smiled and spoke harmoniously to the five prisoner examiners who were a little miserable and in tatters in front of him.

"It should, it should."

Very reserved and polite, as they spoke, these prisoners looked at Ron as if they were looking at some kind of tiger, wolf, or monster, and wished that the other party would leave.

"Okay, then I won't talk nonsense to you. Before I leave, I will ask Slug to stay here and continue to treat you."

Standing up with his legs propped up, Ron looked at the prisoners in front of him harmoniously, as if he were looking at some kind of patient. Pity, pity, and similar expressions were all on his face.

"No, no, no, no, no, you are really a good person. We feel that there is nothing wrong with our health, so we don't have to do this."

Seeing Ron wanting to leave, the bald man responded with a smile.

Although it was a bit strange to see Ron's compassionate face, he didn't think much about it. He just felt that there was nothing wrong with his body and refused as a conditioned reaction.

"No, thank you, you are really a good person."

"You will definitely be a great healer."

"Yes, people like us actually don't have any qualifications..."

One after another, their voices became quieter and quieter. At this time, a few prisoners here even felt a little inferior and regretful. They actually thought about attacking Ron or something.

"I am really unpardonable~~I am really a garbage scum, a scum~"

All kinds of thoughts filled their hearts. At this time, Ron had already left the mark of a bad person in their hearts.

"A good person? Maybe, I have always thought that I would be a good person, a "good person" who is useful to most people in this world."

Ron, who had already stood up, looked at the various expressions displayed by the other party, praised him for a while, and showed a toothy smile generously.

When he said good people, he also deepened his tone, revealing other meanings of this sentence.

"Please, don't show this attitude, don't pretend that I have regretted it, I didn't have a choice before, I want to be a good person in the future, no need."

Ignoring the changes in the expressions of the five prisoners, and not caring about the other party's thoughts that seemed to have doubts and wanted to say, Ron spoke to himself.

As for the thoughts and hearts of the five prisoners in front of him, he had already seen from their performance. Regret? Reflection? Regret and reflection in this situation are unnecessary.

Since you have done something, don't regret it, and regret can't make up for anything.

"It's okay, as long as you need treatment, I will help you treat it, don't worry, I'm here."

"Okay, I'll leave first, slug, leave a clone to heal them."

The words have been said, leaving a sunny smile like an angel.

Ron turned around and left directly, ignoring the prisoners who wanted to say something, and the direction of leaving was not the passage leading to the bottom, but the prison.

"Yes, Lord Ron."

As Ron's intimate little slug, it naturally knew that Ron's secretary left a big slug to calm the situation and deal with the things here.

"Ah~~"

"What are you doing?"

"Help, save me~~"

"Excuse me, do you need treatment?"

It didn't take long. Walking on the road, listening to all kinds of miserable screams behind him, and the voices of slugs asking about the use of abilities, pleasure and pleasure filled his heart. Thinking that there would be someone who could let him continue to enjoy it later, Ron became excited.

He was already a little impatient to meet the prisoners in this prison.

He walked towards the prison a little faster.

Ah~ I feel complicated.

I'm already looking for a job.

Everyone who hasn't invested, please help me vote for the recommendation.

Thank you.

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