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Corendan tapped the table with his fingers. His voice was low and steady, and he seemed a little displeased by Hyperion's suggestion.
He had read the detailed files of the trainee prison guards who came today. This Miss Milford was not as nice as she said, or the eldest daughter, but a niece of the Earl.
The Earl was doing a good job by not getting rid of this niece who might snatch away the inheritance, and he was not willing to owe anyone any favor because of her.
“…That’s not what I meant.”
Hyperion looked at the seemingly fair appearance of the Corendam warden and realized that his meaning was very clear.
He was not interested in this empty promise from a remote noble in the north. As the warden of the imperial capital Helrom, he looked down on it.
"It is far more useful to take some practical actions to prove yourself than to talk big here."
The Corendan warden put down the cup in his hand, sat up straight again, and focused on the work in front of him, as if he no longer intended to pay attention to them.
"..."
Hyperion did not leave, staring at the documents on the Corendam Warden's desk.
She now finally understood the rules of the negative first floor.
Although you cannot bring any valuables into Helrom Prison, the magic cards stored in the soul space are counted as the trainee prison guard's own strength and can be kept with you.
In this negative first level, before you can obtain other resources, the rare purple card that you can unbind in a non-combat state may have a good value. Maybe you can give the warden some gifts, lower your attitude towards him to the extreme, and try to please him. Then he will give you some good tasks. Otherwise, he will use the hardest work to educate the newcomers.
By then, even if the team has reached 1000 service points, the warden might block them or give them the lowest rating if he is in a bad mood.
As long as the students have not completely offended the warden, the warden on each floor will not hold them back and prevent them from going down. Otherwise, if the warden finds out that the warden deliberately makes things difficult for the students of the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic, he will punish the warden.
Just as Hyperion was thinking about how to negotiate further with the Corendan prison warden, the three people behind her already felt like taking action, and their knuckles were crackling.
This was the first time that the Resurrection Church had seen someone dare to make things difficult for them in this way.
Sensing the murderous intent of the demons behind her, Hyperion quickly turned around to glance at the three men.
She was terrified. She must not use the Resurrection Church's solution here, otherwise the decision-makers from the Church of the Goddess of Destiny who were watching would vote for her!
Chapter 396: Lanqi has to bring two packs of cigarettes when he comes
After being watched by their leader Hyperion, the three Demon King's guards quickly returned to their grim standby state.
But the meaning was also very clear. As long as Hyperion gave the order, they would kill the warden in the most efficient way.
Hyperion turned her eyes away from the three people with a cold sweat.
These three people are all the type who are good at reorganizing the workplace. Regardless of how they have been transformed by Lanqi, the faith of the Tyrant branch is that ability is supreme, the weak obey the strong, and there is no such thing as seniority.
Although Hyperion felt some demon blood rising in her face at the words of the Corendan warden, she had long been accustomed to suppressing the tyrannical desire to torture the enemy to pieces.
Taking action here will only make things worse.
It doesn't mean that if she wants to be a human, she has to completely erase the desires and instincts of the demons and become desireless, but she has to overcome desires and even transcend desires to become a person who can fully control them.
"What's your attitude?"
The Corendan warden raised his head again and looked at the people in the office meaningfully.
Having dealt with criminals so many times, he is very good at sensing the hostility in villains.
If he was not mistaken, these students were actually considering subduing him through force.
He is a sixth-rank prison warden. With the support of the prison barrier, there is no way he can lose if he really fights with these self-righteous students.
And as long as these young people dare to take action, he promises to give these students the most cruel treatment, so that they will remember for the rest of their lives where and who to respect.
"It seems that you don't understand how to work here. If that's the case, then you shouldn't be given easy tasks. No need to dawdle any more. Go do your work and don't let me see this attitude again."
The Corendan warden's voice became much more severe.
After saying that, the warden lowered his head and returned to his work. It seemed that no matter what these students said today, he was not going to pay any attention to them.
With these words, he had made his intentions clear. Today, he was going to show no mercy and make things difficult for them to the end.
This is what power is, and he is the capital that can control the trainee prison guards.
There will be plenty of ways to make these inexperienced young people admit their mistakes later.
"..."
When Hyperion heard this, not only did the pressure from the warden in front of her make her feel that things were bad, but the chill was still spreading behind her, and the three Tyrant Priests seemed to be even angrier.
But Hyperion did not give up.
She understood that in this situation, any extreme behavior would not bring good results.
During the prison guard internship, if a prison guard uses violence for the first time, he will only be warned and not punished.
In other words, it was also understood by the Tyrant Priests that everyone has one chance to solve the problem with force.
Although Hyperion also wanted to give a yellow card directly to teach the warden a lesson, but considering that he would be sent off with a red card if he did it a second time, it would be better to keep this precious opportunity since he had just entered the prison.
"Mr. Corendan Warden, Warden Bacchus is currently in talks with our principal, Mr. Rocky McCarthy, at the Protoss Royal School of Magic. We are all students personally trained by Principal Rocky McCarthy. We are absolutely trustworthy and can handle the most difficult tasks. How about you take care of us for the sake of Principal Rocky McCarthy?"
Hyperion introduced with a smile, speaking respectfully about her ideas.
"…What's the point of you continuing to talk nonsense here?"
There was an imperceptible sense of distance in the eyes of the Corendam warden.
These words did not soften the warden's attitude. The more sincere Hyperion was, the more ridiculous he found her.
"You know what? When I come here, even Rocky McCarthy has to bring me two packs of cigarettes."
The Corendan warden sneered, thinking that Hyperion's words were still questioning his authority.
"Besides, you are just his student, not his wife. You really think you are someone important, don't you?"
These young people still don't understand one thing.
In the basement level of Helrom Prison, a place where people just eat and wait to die, seniority is far more important than ability.
Those who are capable have gone to the lower levels.
Unless you can become a prison officer or even a warden, you will not look down on this negative level.
First of all, respect for him is more important than anything else. Don’t even think about making empty promises or bringing up some big leaders to scare him.
"I am not your teacher, and I have no obligation to teach you the ways of the world. But if you can't understand it, then it will be meaningless no matter how outstanding you are in the Protoss Royal School of Magic."
The Corendam warden continued his sarcasm, speaking slowly and heavily, with each word emphasizing the ignorance and frivolity of these young people, like a sharp knife, cutting the self-confidence of the trainee prison guards.
"..."
Hyperion's face was obviously a little embarrassed and flustered. Under the sarcasm of the Corendan warden, she tried hard to suppress her irritation.
It wasn't just the immediate pressure, the three Tyrannical Priests standing behind Hyperion were finding it hard to suppress their coldness.
The aura of the Resurrection Church made the atmosphere in the entire office even more tense, as if it was about to explode at any time.
However, the warden was not afraid of this atmosphere, but seemed even more determined. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was no warmth in his eyes, but full of provocation and contempt.
It's like asking a few of them - just try it yourself.
When Hyperion was on pins and needles and needed to make a decision, she suddenly found that the black-haired, green-eyed poet of love beside her moved.
It seems that the Corendan warden triggered the keyword just now.
After the warden of Columbidae called out Rocky McCarthy's name, the poet of great love beside Hyperion was like a student who had been distracted for a long time in class. When his name was called by the teacher, he slowly came back to his senses and began to focus on the person who called his name.
Soon, the poet of great love blinked, looked around in confusion, and woke up as if from a dream.
Her expression is innocent, and she should not lose her naturalness and curiosity about the world, which is extremely disconnected from the tense atmosphere around her.
She looked at the warden of Columbidae, as if wondering if he had just mentioned the ways of the world.
The poet of great love looked towards Hyperion.
Seeing Hyperion's distressed expression.
Suddenly, the poet's eyes brightened and he roughly understood the rules of this level.
Then, she looked at Hyperion eagerly. Even though she couldn't see the poet's mouth because of the mask, she could still feel the smile in her eyes. She was telling Hyperion - just give him the favor! Hyperion, don't worry!
Chapter 397 Lanqi's Two-Line Operation
Meanwhile on the other side.
On the north side of the Protoss Royal School of Magic, in the meeting room on the third floor of the Redmond Building.
The walls of the meeting room are covered with dark walnut veneer and inlaid with exquisite wood carvings. Every carving reveals the ingenuity of the craftsman. In the center of the room is a group of calm and atmospheric leather sofas. The color of the sofa is classic dark brown, and the lines are simple and smooth, which not only shows the beauty of modern design, but also retains the solemnity of classical furniture.
On the sofa, Lanci was having a pleasant chat with Warden Bakas.
"I am here today not only as a prison manager, but also as an advocate for creating a more just, efficient and humane prison system. Our Helrom Prison should not be a simple place of detention, but a complex social microsystem. It is related to the safety, rights and future of every Protoss. So I fully agree with your point of view, Mr. Rocky McCarthy. We are simply bosom friends and it is a pity that we met too late."
"um, yes."
There are several exquisite small coffee tables around the sofa, with deep textures and a timeless sense of layering. The porcelain tea sets on the coffee tables are picked up and put down from time to time, and the movements of the two people reveal an unspoken elegance.
Lanci listened to the words of Warden Bakas with his shoulders slightly tilted, a smile on his face and a gleam of wisdom in his eyes.
Power and desire are intertwined, and a harmonious and subtle atmosphere permeates the air, as if in this VIP meeting room, the direction of an important decision for the imperial capital of Helrom is about to be smoothly determined.
Warden Bakas also showed his anticipation for the outcome of the negotiations.
"As managers, we are also committed to ensuring safety and order. We maintain internal stability and external security through advanced monitoring systems, professional guard teams, and strict rules and regulations. However, maintaining order alone is far from enough. As a modern prison, our goal is even greater - I want the prison to become a place of reform and education. In essence, we both do the same thing..."
However, just as Warden Bacchus was expounding his views incessantly, Lanqi's eyes suddenly stopped, and his gaze was fixed on one point, as if he was deeply immersed in some complex thinking.
Warden Bacchus noticed this change, his speech gradually slowed down, and a hint of confusion began to appear on his face, until he stopped, and the entire meeting room fell into a brief silence.
The crystal chandelier that was flickering under the light and the steaming teacup on the coffee table became the only evidence of the flow of time at this moment.
Bakas wasn't sure if his words had touched on a sensitive topic or if he had made an inappropriate suggestion.
I could only stare at Lanqi, trying to find clues from his expression.
"Rocky?"
Warden Bacchus was worried but cautious. He quickly replayed the conversation in his mind, looking for possible flaws.