Hyperion looked at Warden Daereia with confusion, but without much hesitation or resistance, she led the Great Poet to the spacious desk in the hall.

Antanas still seemed absent-minded, while Xin Nuo La followed quietly, maintaining perfect etiquette.

"..."

Hyperion stood across from the desk, noticing the tin staff discarded on the ground, making Warden Daereia look like a priestess.

The three wardens of the inner layer of Herloom Prison were originally elite members of the Protos Empire's magical special forces before taking office at Herloom Prison, as well as outstanding graduates of the Protos Royal Magic Academy many years ago. If the first two layers were battle mages, then this layer was undoubtedly a healer.

"I worship the Wind God, not so many restrictions."

Warden Daereia seemed to see Hyperion's confusion, lit a cigarette, and began to talk about her faith.

"Understood."

Hyperion simply nodded, not saying much.

Although both were clergy, they did not necessarily worship the same deity.

Besides the Church of the Goddess of Destiny and the Church of Rebirth, there were many churches that believed in other gods, just not as vast as these two long-standing churches.

However, for all churches, the source of divine magic was based on scriptures passed down from the Age of Gods, and even if the world was destroyed several times, the traces of the *Genesis Records* could not be erased.

The *Genesis Records* had a total of thirty-seven chapters, of which the first chapter was the Chapter of Primordiality and Void, and the last chapter was the Chapter of Fate and Reincarnation. Neither of these chapters left any divine magic. The remaining thirty-five chapters all contained divine magic that could be interpreted.

The difference between divine magic and arcane magic was that divine magic relied more on resonating with the world, or resonating with the gods existing on the conceptual side, while arcane magic relied on oneself.

Therefore, the divine magic used by priests was not only related to the "spirit" and "mana" attributes, but also to the priest's unique "faith" attribute.

If one believed in the Goddess of Destiny, the faith attribute would be applicable to all the divine magic in the thirty-five chapters. If one believed in a specific god, the faith attribute would only be applicable to a single chapter, but the blessing effect on the divine magic in this chapter would be extremely outstanding.

Hyperion currently couldn't master many divine magics, but she had seen many wind attribute divine magics in the Chapter of Storms and Freedom. Apart from a few offensive divine magics, most were powerful auxiliary divine magics that leaned towards group healing, high shields, damage reduction, control, and so on.

Warden Daereia, a priest with high spirit and magic resistance, could also rely on her own wind attribute divine magic to reduce and resist many spell damages on this floor, and at the same time use control-type divine magic to block prisoners' activities in the prison, or even push them back. She was almost invincible.

"Then, how do we get your evaluation and clearance permission?"

After a brief thought, Hyperion asked again.

To find the cell of Prana of Truth, she had to satisfy the warden's preliminary conditions.

"Drinking is enough. The more you drink, the higher the evaluation I'll give you. If you drink to your heart's content with me, I'll let you go. Otherwise, you'll have to practice more."

Warden Daereia grinned, took out several bottles of wine and glasses from the natural icebox, and placed them on the table, as if she had been waiting for them for too long.

"Is this really okay for you?"

Hyperion asked, full of puzzlement.

According to Lan Qi, Ms. Melissa, the warden of the fifth sub-level, was very fair. As long as the work was completed, she would give an evaluation, and then the permission to visit the prisoners could be opened.

But now, this Warden Daereia of the sixth sub-level was not bad, just too free and indulgent, completely unorganized and undisciplined.

How could a warden take the lead in drinking heavily with trainee prison guards in the prison?

"It's okay. I'm a disciple of the Great Sage Isis. That old thing protects me. Anyway, you don't have to take responsibility, and the Protos Empire can't find anyone better willing to guard this floor. I'm not even afraid of dying guarding this floor, so why would I be afraid of being fired?"

Warden Daereia spread her hands, full of an indifferent attitude.

"..."

Although Hyperion had heard that the holder of the [Primordial Tablet - Light], the Great Sage Isis of the Empire, was a long-lived protector spirit, it wasn't very good to call a long-lived species an old thing like that.

When they heard the name Isis, the expressions of Antanas and Xin Nuo La subconsciously worsened.

Both of them had been beaten up by the Great Sage Isis of the Empire.

"Actually, wine is a good thing on this floor. It can embolden and blur people's will. It's a necessity."

Warden Daereia poured the wine smoothly, raised her glass, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"The elites of the Protos Royal Magic Academy who have come to this sixth sub-level, would they shrink back from a small glass of wine? That's really disappointing."

She looked at the hesitant appearances of the few, her eyes flashing with provocation and playfulness.

Here, you could drink government-funded Snowfield Spirits.

It was a Herloom Prison special version with enchanted blending attributes that was difficult to obtain outside, but on the sixth sub-level, you could refill infinitely.

For alcoholics, it was completely paradise.

Of course, the first time someone drank it, they might fall to the ground after one glass and lose consciousness, or even ruin their throat.

Although she might get these few students from the Protos Royal Magic Academy completely drunk today, there was a sense of immorality, but for Daereia, this was also a rare pleasure.

Hyperion stared at the glass of wine that Warden Daereia handed over. She, who was familiar with poison magic and antidote magic, knew very well that this wine was quite terrible. Just smelling the aroma it exuded felt like drinking a big mouthful of strong liquor.

She was very hesitant whether to take it and drink it all in one gulp.

The warden was obviously an old drunkard priest who could drink many glasses. She didn't know how many glasses she would have to drink with her before she would be satisfied and give them permission.

Hyperion usually didn't come into contact with wine much, but she felt that if she inherited her father's physique, her tolerance for alcohol should not be bad. At least when eating Ikriet's special liqueur chocolates at Tata's house, she didn't feel anything at all, and according to Tata, that box had a pretty high alcohol content. Tata bought it mainly to try it out of curiosity.

Finally, the Great Poet felt the tension in Hyperion's palm from the tightly gripped forearm, and the Great Poet's dull eyes cleared up.

He turned his cheek to look at Hyperion, and Hyperion also looked at him like she was seeing a savior.

Her invincible Lan Qi was back!

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

The Great Poet said to Hyperion, and looked at Warden Daereia, quickly understanding the current situation.

"..."

However.

The Great Poet stared at the crystal clear liquid of the Snowfield Spirits, and remained silent.

Why was it alcohol...

Because of this thing, he was almost single-killed by a lady when he left home, and to this day he still remembered that lesson and the taste of roasted pigeon.

(End of Chapter)