"Look, isn't that good?"

Under the prisoner's puzzled gaze, the slug split and began to heal, a process that took only a few seconds, and it only took 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 excitedly, but he didn't pay attention to them.

On the contrary, he looked at the few people next to him.

"What about you?"

"We, we, please."

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

"Heal, slug."

Hearing this, Ron smiled even more happily.

"Yes, Lord Ron."

A few seconds passed, and the prisoners were still a little confused, they had never seen such a treatment at all.

I didn't expect that the magical beast that made them lose their combat effectiveness in an instant just now was like a slug, and it could be treated in addition to the white liquid.

It's kind of scary.

"Okay, don't thank me, I'll ask you a few questions, you're prisoners of this trap tower."

Seeing the prisoners crouching on the ground, not continuing to attack him, or even expressing gratitude, Ron waved his hand, feeling a little regretful, and just gave up struggling.

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

"Yes, we were sent here by the head of the guard to intercept the examinee, saying that if we can delay the examinee by 1 hour, the sentence will be reduced by 1 year, but looking at his appearance, he should have fooled us to play."

Several prisoners have already given up on Ron at this time, the difference in strength is too big, they are now thinking about letting Ron leave as soon as possible, this outside world is too dangerous.

So when Ron asked, the bald man answered quickly and immediately.

"Oh~~ What about the other prisoners? Where is it? ”

Hearing this, Ron was overjoyed and continued to ask.

He wasn't interested at all in their reduced sentences or anything, but when he heard their last words, he knew that this warden was also a person who was full of bad tastes and liked to be whole.

"Over there, there's a door on the other side, and we can go straight through that side and go back to the place where we're imprisoned."

Although he was a little puzzled as to why Ron asked, the bald man answered honestly, and as he spoke, he pointed to an exposed iron door.

There is no cover at all, not even a lock, and if the test taker runs away in that direction, he or she will probably run straight to the place where the prisoner is being held.

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

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

"This, I don't know very well, there should be more than a hundred, we are all felons here, everyone here must be imprisoned for at least a hundred years, and basically no one can leave."

"Well, it's about this number, now some prisoners are assigned to other places, then there are less than a hundred at most, and we don't know if there are any other places."

This time it was the bald man who answered the question, and then the muscular man added, and after saying that, he stared at Ron, wondering why Ron would ask such a question.

With some expectation, Ron left as soon as possible.

"Okay, thank you for your answer."

A little excited, he stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, as if he could eat something interesting, and then smiled and said harmoniously to the five prisoners in front of him, who were all in tatters.

"It should be, it should be."

Very restrained and polite, between the words, now these prisoners looked at Ron as if they were looking at some tiger wolf demon beast and wished that the other party would leave.

"Okay, then I won't talk nonsense with you, before leaving, I'll let the slugs stay here and continue to treat you."

Standing up with his legs propped up, Ron looked at the prisoners in front of him in harmony, as if he was looking at some patient, pitiful, pity, and a similar look on his face.

"No, no, no, no, you're really a good person, we don't feel like there's anything wrong with our bodies, so we don't have to do this."

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

Although it was a little strange to look at Ron's compassionate face, he didn't think much about it, but he just felt that there was nothing wrong with his body, and he generally refused.

"No, thank you, you're really a nice person."

"You're going to be a great healer."

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

One after another, the voice of the voice is getting a little quieter and quieter, and at this time, a few prisoners here are even a little inferior, a little regretful, and they actually thought about attacking Ron or something.

"I'm really an unforgivable sin~~ I'm really a garbage scum, scum~"

All kinds of thoughts filled their hearts, and at this time, Ron had left the mark of a rotten good person in their hearts.

"Good guys? Perhaps, I have always been, I also think, that I will be a good person, a "good person" who will be useful to most people in this world. ”

And Ron, who had already stood up, looked at the various expressions shown by the other party, and praised him, showing a toothy smile generously.

When talking about good people, he deepened his tone heavily, revealing other meanings of these words.

"Please, don't show this posture, don't put on this look that I have repented, I didn't have a choice before, I want to be a good person in the future, no need."

Ignoring the change in the expressions of the five prisoners, or the idea that the other seemed to have questions about what to say, Ron said to himself.

For the thoughts of the five prisoners in front of him, just from the performance of the other party, he has already seen it, regret it? Rethink? Regret and reflection in this case are unnecessary.

Since you have done something, you should not regret it, and regret will not 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."

"Alright, I'll go first, slug, leave a doppelganger behind and heal them."

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

Ron turned and walked away, ignoring the prisoners who wanted to say something, leaving not in the direction of the passage to the bottom, but where the prison was.

"Yes, Lord Ron."

As Ron's intimate little secret slug, it is naturally Ron's secretary who knows Ron, leaving a big slug town scene to deal with things here.

"Ahhh~~"

"What do you do??"

"Help, help me~~"

"Excuse me, do you need treatment?"

It didn't take long for him to walk on the road, listening to all kinds of miserable screams behind him, and the sound of slugs asking about his ability, pleasure, pleasure, filled his heart, and the thought of waiting for someone to let him continue to enjoy it, Ron's whole person became excited.

He was already a little eager to meet the inmates of this prison.

The pace of walking towards the prison was also a little faster.