Chapter 137 The Prison Warden's Predicament

Protos Royal Magic Academy, the council hall on the third floor of the Redmond Building.

Even after the communication ended, Warden Bakas still seemed to find the atmosphere a little awkward.

"Loki, I guarantee this won't happen again."

He carefully placed the microphone down and immediately turned to Lanqi, apologizing again with a sincere attitude.

Although Loki McCarthy's attitude just now had been very gentle, and he didn't seem to be affected by the little episode, he was more concerned about the students, hoping they could learn and grow in a fair environment.

But Bakas still felt like he couldn't see through Loki McCarthy's thoughts.

"It's okay, Bakas, I'm really grateful for your care."

Lanqi smiled slightly, his eyes filled with sincerity and gratitude.

It was an enchanting look, as if he not only wanted you to believe him but was also conveying the fact that "he will always believe in you."

Bakas stared into those emerald green pupils for a long time.

Then he shook his head.

"It's what I should do."

Bakas muttered to himself.

Lanqi gently patted Bakas on the back, leading him back to the sofa and sitting down on the adjacent one.

"Bakas, let's continue talking about what we were discussing earlier. Please tell me more about your Helrom Prison; I enjoy listening."

Lanqi said calmly, elegantly and skillfully pouring two cups of tea, placing one in front of Bakas and one in front of himself. He then looked at Warden Bakas with the same patient listening expression.

"Heh heh, alright, I was just talking about the prison's operating conditions…"

Bakas picked up his teacup, took a sip, and revealed a very relaxed smile.

"I once promoted vocational training programs and educational courses to help prisoners learn new skills and prepare them for reintegration into society. Statistics show that the re-offending 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 lowers the risk of recidivism. It's just that my ideas are not as brilliant as yours. You are directly letting them return to society in another way. I believe we are helping prisoners face and solve their problems, cultivating positive and healthy attitudes towards life. This is a great thing, changing a person's mentality is changing their future."

The conversation between the two returned to its previous harmonious atmosphere, and they began to chat again, from the education of students and prisoners to Helrom's security, from metrological statistics to the Empire's northern strategy.

This time, the conversation seemed to be more in-depth, and both of them seemed particularly relaxed.

…

In Warden Colendan's office on the first basement level of Helrom Prison, the warden sat in his office chair, his hand still trembling slightly, staring at the desk, deep in thought.

The documents, pens, and even magic devices on the desk lay there quietly, without a sound. The light from the chandelier shone particularly brightly in the still underground air, projecting onto Warden Colendan's face, but unable to illuminate the gloom in his eyes.

Finally, he seemed to have sorted out the current situation.

He looked up at the five intern prison guards.

"Everyone, I may have been a little too harsh just now. You're new here, and there are definitely many things you need to learn. Don't worry, I'll arrange some tasks that are more suitable for you."

Warden Colendan wore a flattering smile and his tone became exceptionally gentle.

After changing his attitude, his gaze constantly shifted across the faces of the intern prison guards, trying to find clues of reaction and emotion from their expressions.

The faces of the two young women were relatively soft, seemingly taking a wait-and-see attitude towards his change.

However, the three intern prison guards standing behind them were completely different.

"…"

Hyperion fell silent upon hearing this, exchanging a brief glance with the Great Poet of Love.

She probably understood that Lanqi had complained directly to Warden Bakas over at the Protos Royal Magic Academy.

Hyperion wanted to complain, but seeing the innocent look in the young girl's eyes, it was as if she was saying, "See, the situation has changed, right?" as if she was asking for credit.

"You're the best."

Hyperion finally nodded helplessly, giving Lanqi recognition and encouragement.

As long as it doesn't cost merit points, as long as it doesn't cost merit points.

"Mm."

The Great Poet of Love seemed to have received a signal, nodding in satisfaction and feeling a little energized again.

"Then I have to show you a few more tricks to let you see the ability of our school's students to enter society."

Perfect, he could show Hyperion the educational achievements he had made at the Protos Royal Magic Academy and the professional qualities of his outstanding students.

He had always felt that students shouldn't just study; they had to connect with society!

Convinced that he had done a good job, the Great Poet of Love completely ignored Warden Colendan, whose attitude had changed, and instead turned to look at the three Tyrant Priests.

"You guys communicate with Warden Colendan about the follow-up matters."

The Great Poet of Love instructed.

"Yes."

The three of them immediately strode forward, instantly arriving at Warden Colendan's office counter, blocking him, and staring down at him intently.

One of the male priests even climbed over the counter directly, bending down beside Warden Colendan, placing his arm on his shoulder, and bringing his face very close to his, as if to ask him a question.

"What do you want?"

Colendan felt that these three people didn't seem to want to communicate properly.

Their expressions were still cold and stern, their eyes revealed disdain, and their aura was tough. Even with the warden's softened attitude, they didn't show any signs of wanting to negotiate.

This aura made Warden Colendan feel a sense of unease. He began to worry if he had misjudged the personalities and level of madness of these young people, inexplicably feeling that these seemingly ordinary intern prison guards were displaying such a strong and professional criminal temperament in an instant.

"The boss told us to pass on a message. You wouldn't want to weasel out of what you owe us, would you?"

The male priest asked in a deep and slow voice.

"Cough, what do I owe you? First of all, students, please calm down. Let's talk things over…"

Warden Colendan coughed, trying to ease the tense atmosphere, preparing to ask them what they wanted.

But before he could finish speaking, the sharpness in the eyes of the three intern prison guards became even more obvious, their eyes hiding the ruthlessness of "either pay the debt or pay with your life."

This atmosphere, devoid of any hint of joking, gradually stopped Warden Colendan's words in his throat, and he swallowed hard.

Hyperion in the distance was stunned.

She had just started to believe Lanqi a little, but as soon as these three opened their mouths, she felt something was wrong.

Is this "society" an adjective rather than a noun?!

(End of Chapter)