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"understand!"
The Corendon prison warden answered the silent microphone twice before hanging up.
Seeing Corendan's flustered appearance and flushed cheeks, the great poet turned his head and blinked at Hyperion.
It's like asking her: See? This is called social etiquette.
After they have captured the Corendan prison warden who made the mistake, they can basically skip the second and third floors outside the prison and let him use his authority to send them directly to the fourth floor inside to find the big demon.
"..."
Hyperion was speechless.
Outside the Helrom Prison, she once again felt the baby's difficulty that was so familiar to her that it made her uneasy.
You shouldn't be using merit to buy your social skills, right? You shouldn't be deducting the merits I've worked so hard to accumulate in the Kingdom of Estellan for the past two months, right?
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Chapter 399: Lanqi's students are all super social
Protoss Royal School of Magic, meeting room on the third floor of the Redmond Building.
After the call was disconnected, Warden Bakas still looked as if he felt the atmosphere was a little awkward.
"Rocky, I promise this won't happen again."
He put the microphone down, immediately turned to Lanqi, and apologized again in a sincere manner.
Although Rocky McCarthy's attitude just now was very gentle and he did not seem to be affected by this little incident, he was more concerned about the students and hoped that they could learn and grow in a fair and just environment.
But Bakas always felt that he couldn't see through Rocky McCarthy's mind.
"It's okay, Bakas, thank you so much for taking care of me."
Lanqi smiled slightly, with only sincerity and gratitude in his eyes.
It was a charming look, as if he not only wanted you to believe him, but also told you the fact that "he will always believe in you."
Bakas stared at the emerald green pupils for a long time.
Then he shook his head.
"It's what I should do."
Bakas said to himself.
Lanqi patted Bakas on the back and took him back to the sofa, where they sat on two adjacent sofas.
"Baccus, let's continue the topic we were talking about just now. Please tell me more about your Helrom Prison. I would love to hear it."
Lanqi spoke in a calm voice, and poured two cups of tea gracefully and skillfully, placing them in front of Bacchus and himself respectively. Then he continued to listen patiently and looked at Warden Bacchus.
"Hmph, okay, we were just talking about the prison's operating conditions..."
Bakas picked up the teacup, took a sip, and smiled with ease.
"I have promoted vocational training programs and educational courses to help prisoners learn new skills and prepare them for returning to society. Statistics show that the recidivism rate of prisoners participating in these programs is significantly lower than the average. This is not only beneficial to the prisoners themselves, but also reduces the burden on society and the risk of recidivism. It's just that my idea is far less brilliant than yours. You are directly letting them return to society in another way. I believe that we are helping prisoners face and solve their problems and cultivate a positive and healthy attitude towards life. This is a great thing. Changing a person's mentality means changing his future."
The conversation between the two men returned to its previous harmonious atmosphere, and they began to talk again, ranging from the education of students and prisoners to the security of Helrom, from quantitative statistics to the northern strategy of the empire.
This time the conversation seemed more in-depth, and both of them seemed particularly relaxed.
……
In the warden's office on the first floor of the Helrom prison, Warden Corendan sat in his office chair, his hands still trembling slightly, staring at the table, with a heavy heart.
The documents, pens and even magic devices on the desk lay there quietly without a sound. The light from the chandelier seemed particularly bright in the still underground air, projecting onto the face of Corendan Warden, but unable to illuminate the haze in his eyes.
Finally, he seemed to have figured out the current situation.
He looked up at the five trainee prison guards.
"Dear students, I may have been a little too harsh just now. You are new here and you must have a lot to learn. Don't worry, I will arrange some tasks that are more suitable for you."
The Corendan warden had a fawning smile on his face and his tone became unusually calm.
After he changed his attitude, his eyes kept wandering over the faces of the trainee prison guards, trying to find clues of their reactions and emotions from their expressions.
The two girls' expressions were relatively gentle, and they seemed to be holding a wait-and-see attitude towards his transformation.
However, the three trainee prison guards standing behind them were completely different.
"..."
Hyperion fell silent upon hearing this, and exchanged glances with the poet of great love.
She roughly understood that it was Lanqi who complained directly to Warden Bakas at the Protoss Royal School of Magic.
Hyperion wanted to complain about something, but when she saw the natural look in the eyes of the girl in front of her, her expression seemed to be saying, "Look, things have changed," as if she was taking credit for it.
“You’re the best.”
Hyperion finally nodded helplessly, giving Ranchi recognition and encouragement.
It’s better not to spend merits, it’s better not to spend merits.
"Ah."
The poet of great love seemed to have received some signal, nodded with satisfaction, and felt a little more excited.
"Then I must show you my skills again, so that you can see the ability of our school students to enter the society."
It was just right that I could show Hyperion the educational achievements he had made at the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic and the professional qualities of the outstanding students.
He has always felt that students cannot just study, but also need to connect with society!
Convinced that he had done a good job, the poet of great love paid no attention to the Corendan warden whose attitude had changed, but turned back to look at the three Tyrant priests.
"You guys should discuss the follow-up matters with the warden."
The poet of great love instructed.
"Yes."
The three men immediately took large strides forward, and in a flash they arrived at the office counter of the Corendam warden, blocking him and staring at him intently.
The male priest even climbed over the counter, bowed beside the Corendam warden, put his arm on his shoulder, and put his face very close to him, as if he wanted to ask him a question.
"What do you want to do?"
Corendan always felt that these three people didn't seem to want to communicate properly.
Their expressions remained stern, with disdain in their eyes and a tough demeanor. Even when faced with a softening attitude from the warden, they showed no signs of wanting to negotiate.
This aura made the Columdan prison warden feel a little uneasy. He began to worry whether he had misjudged the personalities and degree of madness of these young men. He inexplicably felt that these seemingly ordinary trainee prison guards could instantly display such a strong and professional criminal temperament.
"The boss asked us to pass on a message. You don't want to shirk your debt to us, do you?"
The priest asked in a deep and slow voice.
"Well, what do I owe you? First of all, classmates, please calm down and talk properly..."
The Corendan warden coughed, trying to ease the tense atmosphere, and was about to ask them what they wanted.
But before he finished speaking, the coldness in the eyes of the three trainee prison guards became more obvious, and their eyes contained a ruthless look of "either pay the debt or pay with your life".
This non-joking atmosphere made the Corendan warden's words gradually stop in his throat and he swallowed.
Hyperion, who was not far away, was stunned.
She had just begun to believe Lanqi, but as soon as these three people started talking, she felt something was wrong.
Is your "society" an adjective rather than a noun? !
Chapter 400: Ranchi only plays speedrun
The owner of the office, the Corendam prison warden, sat behind the desk, his face pale and confused.
He had clearly lowered his posture, and everyone would be happy if these students completed the assessment as trainee prison guards normally. Why did they look completely wrong?
"..."
The Corendam warden clenched his hands, trying to remain calm.
At this time, not far away on the other side.
Even if Hyperion wanted to say something, she felt it was too late. Interrupting and disrupting the plan would only cause trouble for Lanci and the others!
"It's not easy for everyone, but there are still rules to follow. It's time to settle your debts."
The three trainee prison guards showed a side that was completely different from their professional identities.
This demeanor and temperament made the warden feel unprecedented pressure.
The young men in front of him were no longer the trainee prison guards he had known before, who were respectful and well-behaved after arriving at the prison. Instead, they had a feeling of lawless outlaws.
The warden of Corendam had to handle the situation more carefully to avoid uncontrollable consequences.
"I don't understand what you mean. Please explain yourself clearly."
Corendan said in a deep voice.
Seeing that Corendan looked silly, the male priest smiled. He moved closer to Corendan, put his arm around his neck, and asked:
"The compensation for the loss of reputation of Mr. Rocky McCarthy, the compensation for the mental damage of our two distinguished young ladies, and the fact that we helped you keep a secret of what happened today, so that you don't have to go to the negative sixth floor to receive the transformation of Warden Baccas, do you think all these are free?"
Their voices were low and powerful as they spoke, their words were direct, as if they didn't care about any consequences.
“What are you doing…!”
However, just as Corendan was retorting excitedly, he looked up and saw three figures that were like three dark iron walls. Their temperament was just like three believers of the Resurrection, and they did not look like students of the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic at all.
Their bodies were slightly leaning forward, their arms hanging loosely at their sides, but their fingers were slightly bent as if they were about to form fists, giving people the feeling that they were ready to strike at any time.
At this distance, even if there is a prison barrier to suppress the violator, if he receives a critical blow that cannot be avoided before triggering, Kolendan is not sure whether he can survive it.
Corendan had just promised Warden Bacchus that he would treat the students of the Protoss Royal Academy of Magic well.
If he took the initiative to hurt the students of the Protoss Royal School of Magic right after hanging up the phone, Warden Bakas would have to cut him into pieces with his own hands!