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In a high-dimensional viewing space.
The strange feeling made the God-chosen Saint, the High Priest, and the Chief Paladin frown.
Where did the priestess who was taking the test find the three assassins?
Their Church of the Goddess of Destiny usually does not go to this extent.
For major tasks, this attitude and execution are not bad.
But these three people all gave people a very bad feeling.
It's like three people who were originally loyal were viciously brainwashed to a crazy level, turning their original loyalty into something close to love, but it was chaotic and extremely twisted.
It couldn't be that Artemis trusted a big boss of the Church of Resurrection and gave her such an important task? In that case, Artemis would be fully responsible.
I am too tired today, I will continue to update tomorrow.
Chapter 394: Hyperion's First Career
On the basement level of Helrom Prison, several trainee prison guards were walking slowly in a dim corridor that led to the warden's office.
After passing through the teleportation hall, there is a suspension bridge where you can see the cells and prison guards on duty below.
From time to time, other prison guards wearing similar uniforms would pass by in the opposite direction. The faces of these prison guards looked more serious, and they walked quickly with focused and tired eyes. When they passed by the trainee prison guards, they might nod in greeting, but would soon return to their own busy work.
There were many prison guards with bitter faces, their faces full of worry and pressure, and they seemed to be busy solving some difficult problems.
After walking across several suspension bridges, Hyperion and the poet of great love came to the indoor space again. On both sides were tall bookshelves made of dark oak, filled with various heavy legal books and historical documents.
The prison guards handling clerical work in the office looked quite leisurely, as if they had no burden at all, with a smile on their faces. The seriousness and heaviness of the entire prison had nothing to do with them. Some of them were humming little songs, holding books in their hands, flipping through pages from time to time, completely immersed in their own world, much more comfortable than the prison guards at the basic level.
What's worse, when people chat by the office wall, the sound is absorbed by the walls of the corridor, leaving a slight echo.
"..."
Without paying too much attention to the prison guards on the underground floor, Hyperion and a few others walked past quickly.
From the work of the prison guards along the way, Hyperion discovered the diversity and complexity of the work and status of different prison guards on the first level below.
For some jobs, you only need your hands to do it, but for other jobs, you need to be ready to die.
The delegation and distribution of work are exactly the tasks that the warden is responsible for.
As they approached the warden's office, they could feel the prison guards becoming increasingly sparse.
It seems that the other prison guards on the underground first floor had received their work arrangements for today this morning.
The arrival time of these trainee prison guards is slightly later than the working time of ordinary prison guards.
In front of me, the double doors of the warden's office were open, and on one side was a brass plate with the name of the room and the working hours of the warden on the first floor below ground.
Hyperion came to the door of the warden's office. She paused slightly to make sure there were no restrictions, then took the poet of great love into the thick brown wooden door that was not closed.
The interior of the spacious warden's office was decorated as exquisitely as the lobby. In the center of the lobby, there was an old world globe with the outlines of the continents on it having long since become blurred.
Next to it were rows of wooden bookshelves with some folders stacked on the table. The covers of these files were brand new, and the dark gold decorative patterns on the covers flickered faintly in the dim light. Between the bookshelves, the long corridors were paved with polished stone slabs, with complex geometric patterns vaguely visible.
As Hyperion led the great poet's arm deeper into the hall, their footsteps could be heard echoing in the silence, along with the occasional rustling sound from turning pages and the sounds of the magical instruments operating.
Around the world instrument, at the innermost side of the lobby, the office counters were connected to form a large long table, with a row of neatly arranged folders and pen holders.
The warden sat behind the desk. He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties, with a thin build and a serious face.
He was looking at the document intently, comparing it with the central control magic device on the negative first floor, and stamping it. He was wearing a neat warden's uniform, and his title, Warden Corendan, was printed on the nameplate on his chest.
When several trainee prison guards walked into the office, the warden did not pay attention to them immediately. Instead, he slowly raised his eyelids and looked through the lenses at these new young trainee prison guards.
Then he returned to his work.
"Mr. Corendan, we are students from the Protoss Royal School of Magic. Today we come to Helrom Prison to complete our prison guard internship assessment. Please assign us work tasks."
Hyperion stood in the warden's office, bowed slightly to the warden and said.
But the warden did not respond.
It was as if he didn't hear them or notice their presence at all, continuing to concentrate on his work.
Time passed by minute by minute, and Hyperion stood there with a little confusion. Every second seemed like a long wait.
She wasn't sure whether she should speak up again.
Finally, after the Corendam warden finished processing a few more documents, he put down the papers in his hand and looked at Hyperion who was standing not far away, waiting like a student being punished.
"Why didn't you knock when you came in just now?"
The Corendan warden slowly raised his head, his voice was low and powerful, and his eyes revealed an attitude that was difficult to guess.
Hyperion was stunned.
Due to the working mode of the first floor below ground, the office where the warden issues tasks is more of a public area, with prison guards frequently coming in and out, so she thought it was left open for efficiency reasons and did not think about knocking on the door.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Warden, we didn't think it through."
Hyperion immediately showed humility, with an apologetic tone in her voice.
Warden Corendan leaned back in his chair, picked up the glass of water on the table, took a sip, and looked at Hyperion nonchalantly.
"Here, rules are the most important. If you don't even know the most basic etiquette of knocking on the door, how can you abide by the institutionalized rules?"
His words were like an elder teaching a younger generation, not only pointing out their mistakes, but also carrying a kind of majesty that was irrefutable.
Hyperion did not refute, but just nodded.
She has a firm and calm look.
In this situation, appropriate humility and respect are the wisest options.
"Mr. Corendan Prison Warden, thank you for your reminder. We will remember this lesson and strictly abide by the rules in the future."
There was no complaint or dissatisfaction in her words, only sincere apology and commitment to the work.
"..."
When the warden heard this, his expression did not show much emotion.
He reached out and took a folder from a distance, opened it and took out several documents with the imperial seal, scanned them one by one with the central magic device in front of him, and then said to himself: "Go and complete them."
Following the warden's operation, the black bracelets of several trainee prison guards, led by Hyperion, began to emit deep red fluorescence, indicating their newly assigned tasks.
They lowered their heads slightly to check the information on the bracelet. Above the bracelet, there appeared a detailed task description and the specific requirements that needed to be executed.
Today is the fifth update. The last chapter may be a little late. I am still revising the text.
Chapter 395: Hyperion is sweating
As five trainee prison guards from the Protoss Royal School of Magic quietly checked the work tasks assigned to them on their bracelets in the warden's office, a stiff atmosphere quietly enveloped them.
After a short while, they quickly looked at each other's task content displayed on other people's bracelets.
The underground first floor is the shallowest level of the prison, and there are prisoners from weak to strong, with their presumed sentences ranging from 1 to 10 years. Generally, there are no extremely evil criminals, but this does not mean that there is no life-threatening danger for the prison guards who are performing their duties.
On the way here, they saw a lot of relatively simple tasks, such as supervising prisoners in their daily labor activities, cleaning or other physical labor, ensuring that the prisoners maintained order and the work went smoothly.
Of course, there is also the work of organizing and classifying the archival materials of repeat offenders, which is more of a clerical job. It requires organizing and updating the information of a group of repeat offenders, including the prisoners' personal history, criminal records, behavioral assessment reports, etc.
Even the most leisurely, routine safety inspections only require completing regular inspections of specific areas. Once safety hazards are discovered, appropriate reports and responses can be made based on the situation.
The tasks assigned to the five of them are almost all to carry out repairs in dangerous areas, deal with disputes between high-level prisoners, and even monitor the isolation area for special prisoners. These prisoners are isolated separately because they have extremely high violent tendencies and unpredictable behavior patterns. Prison guards need to closely monitor every move during routine inspections of the prisoners and ensure that the prisoners do not cause any form of disturbance or escape from the cells.
In theory, this should be a good thing for them who want more service points.
But the problem is that for these obviously more difficult tasks, the service points are not as high as imagined, with an average of less than 50 service points.
And also take into account the duration, extremely high risk of failure and penalty.
According to the salary of prison guards in Helrom Prison, after conversion, it can be found that even if all these tasks are successful, the service points obtained can be converted into salary, which is slightly higher than the average prison guard salary.
Obviously, these are a bunch of thankless tasks that no one wants to do.
At this moment, Hyperion almost understood that at this level, the difference between good and bad tasks was huge, which directly affected the efficiency of obtaining service points.
Judging from the current efficiency, even if the five of them work desperately to reach the minimum service point on the negative second floor, they may not be able to complete it even if they work all day.
"Why don't you go to work? What's the point of you staying here with me?"
Just as they were about to have a conversation, the warden's voice came from behind the desk.
The sudden sound interrupted their thoughts.
Although the warden's voice clearly contained the intention of expulsion, the trainee prison guards did not leave immediately.
"Mr. Warden, thank you very much for the task you assigned to us, but if possible, we hope to get some more difficult tasks that can earn higher service points."
Hyperion took a step forward, her voice full of respect and sincerity.
"..."
The Corendan warden simply looked at Hyperion with a critical, questioning look.
The expression on his face became even more stern.
"You are still new, and you want to be picky? Here, the assignment of tasks is based on experience and qualifications. Do you think assigning tasks is a simple matter?"
His voice was slow but firm, and he rejected Hyperion's request righteously.
"Young people need time to understand and adapt to the complex operating system of the Protoss Empire. They should proceed step by step instead of rushing for success."
The warden of Corendan explained the rules of this level, and his tone carried a hint of teaching them, the students, how to behave.
Hyperion remained silent for a while.
"I am the eldest daughter of the Earl of Milford. I wonder if you can help me."
She lowered her voice a little and asked.
Although she didn't want to cause trouble for the Milford family, she would still use this relationship if it could help the mission.
After hearing this, the Corendon prison warden glanced at her.
"I've given you all the good assignments. What do you think the other old guards will think?"