The master of the office, Warden Corentin, sat behind his desk, a look of bewilderment tinged with pallor on his face.

He had clearly lowered himself, and it would have been a win-win situation if these students had simply completed their intern warden assessment normally. Why did they seem so off?

"..."

Warden Corentin gripped his hands tightly, trying to maintain his composure.

Meanwhile, not far away.

Even if Hyperion wanted to say something, she felt it was too late. Interrupting would only disrupt the plan and cause trouble for Lan Qi and the others!

"It's not easy for anyone, but rules are rules. It's time to settle your debt."

The three intern wardens displayed a side of themselves completely at odds with their professional identities.

Their expressions and demeanor caused the warden to feel an unprecedented pressure.

The young people before him were no longer the awestruck, obedient intern wardens he had known when they first arrived at the prison, but rather felt like outlaw madmen.

Warden Corentin had to handle the situation before him even more cautiously, to avoid triggering uncontrollable consequences.

"I don't understand what you mean. Please explain yourselves clearly," Corentin said in a deep voice.

Seeing Corentin looking so dumbfounded, the male priest smiled. He moved a little closer to Corentin, hooked his arm around his neck, and asked:

"Mr. Loki McCarthy's reputation loss fee, the emotional distress fee for our two esteemed young ladies, and our keeping what happened today a secret so you don't have to go to the sixth level to receive Warden Bakas's modification, you don't think all of that comes for free, do you?"

Their voices were low and forceful as they spoke, and their words were direct, as if they didn't care about the consequences.

"You're trying to extort—!"

But just as Corentin excitedly retorted, he looked up and saw figures like three towering iron walls. Their demeanor was unmistakably that of Resurrected Church members, bearing no resemblance to students of the Proto Royal Magic Academy.

They leaned forward slightly, their arms hanging loosely at their sides, but their fingers were slightly curved, as if about to clench into fists, giving the impression that they were ready to strike at any moment.

At this distance, even with the prison's barrier suppressing rule-breakers, Corentin wasn't sure he could withstand an unavoidable blow to a vital point before it was triggered.

Corentin had just assured Warden Bakas that he would absolutely treat the students of the Proto Royal Magic Academy well.

If he injured a student from the Proto Royal Magic Academy immediately after hanging up the communication, Warden Bakas would definitely dismember him personally to vent his anger!

At this moment, he wasn't sure he would win if he took action, but whether he won or lost, he would definitely die!

Cold sweat dripping, Corentin could only use reason to override everything, trying to analyze the most correct judgment to make at this moment.

"Well, students, let's talk things over. If you have demands, we can discuss them slowly."

Soon, Corentin smiled with relief, revealing the expression of someone who knows better than to fight a losing battle.

Hyperion's lips parted slightly, uttering two incomplete syllables, only to realize that it was too late to say anything.

The three men cornered Warden Corentin, intimidating, blackmailing, and extorting, all in one go.

The situation had now turned into Corentin smiling ingratiatingly at her, while the three domineering priests looked at her, as if everything had been taken care of, and they were waiting for her to propose the terms of compensation after the successful negotiation.

In the high-dimensional observation space.

It wasn't just High Priest Loren and the Holy Knight Commander.

Even the Ice Witch, whose main body was sitting on the sofa in the temple, was silent.

Putting aside the social occupations of these three assistants, these three guys didn't seem like believers of the Goddess of Fate, did they?

The Ice Witch's expression was complicated, as if she was trying to convince herself that these three people were definitely not members of the Resurrected Church, and that Hyperion would never betray her. She was a good child, one in a million, and her most important disciple. She had to believe her.

But the Ice Witch always felt that the blurry humanoid shadows of High Priest Loren and the Holy Knight were looking at her.

Silence spoke louder than words at this moment.

This gaze made Almis feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

The awkward point of the priest assessment was that if a priest under someone's command had a problem, everyone else would stare at that person, even without needing to transmit sounds or expressions, they could still put invisible pressure on that person.

...

Meanwhile, inside the warden's office, facing this dreamlike situation where everything had been taken care of.

Hyperion lowered her head, covering her face, her shoulders trembling. She didn't know if she was crying or laughing. She was only a step late.

But the moment those three opened their mouths, everything was irreversible.

Since things had come to this, let's just skip levels.

"Alright, give us 1,000 service points each, and write the evaluation according to what we say. Then, use your authority to send us directly to the inner layer of the prison," Hyperion said emotionlessly.

"This..."

Corentin's eyes widened upon hearing this.

The evaluation was easy enough, it was just a little embarrassing to have the students hold him hostage to write the evaluation. But using the transfer authority to send wardens directly to the inner layer of the prison - that is, the fourth level - was generally not allowed.

But in this situation, even if he was questioned, Warden Bakas should understand.

The only thing was the service points. Even though service points could be freely traded among the wardens, giving these five people 1,000 each meant that he would have to spend 5,000 service points himself!

Just as Corentin was about to start bargaining.

"Double it."

The Poet of Great Love suddenly said softly from the side.

"This..."

"Say another word, and it'll be doubled again."

The three priests moved half a step closer to Warden Corentin, adding a bit of a threatening intent, or perhaps teaching him how to talk to important people.

The cold gaze they gave him, as if he was an insect, told Corentin that in his current situation, he had no room for bargaining.

"2,000 service points per person, a total of 10,000 service points. I'll pay you immediately, and please convey my sincere apologies to Mr. Loki McCarthy..."

Corentin's tone became submissive as he nodded repeatedly and operated the magic device in front of him, giving these intern wardens special evaluations and starting to write.

"I still prefer you when you were unruly and defiant," the Poet of Great Love commented with a smile.

Corentin looked up, unsure whether he should listen to her or not, and could only waver between a flattering and an awkward smile.

Although the black-haired, green-eyed girl's face was covered by a mask, the corners of her eyes carried a charming smile that bewitched people's hearts.

Warden Corentin was now completely unable to figure out what this girl was thinking, and he also understood at this moment that the three people behind him were like puppets controlled by her.

Even though she gave the impression of being the purest and weakest of them all, she always exuded an unfathomable sense of strangeness.

Whenever she spoke, his mind would be disturbed, and fear would rise. It was like magic, and also like a talent she was born with.

Making Corentin afraid to communicate or even make eye contact with her again.

"..."

Hyperion, who was in the lead, looked at the warden's honest appearance and was so anxious that she wanted to cry.

How did it double?!

Logically speaking, things were going too smoothly right now. They had skipped the outer layer of the prison and had also obtained a huge number of service points. As long as they entered the inner layer of the prison, they should be able to see the Great Demon on the fourth level.

But now, she only felt that once she completed this mission, the Church of the Goddess of Fate would cut ties with her and directly give her official certification as a fallen priest.

She didn't want to be a member of the Resurrected Church!

I didn't get much sleep after finishing five chapters yesterday, I'll catch up on sleep today, and I'll continue to update tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)