After being stared at by the leader, Hyperion, the three Demon King Army guards quickly returned to their cold, standby state.

But the meaning was also clear: as long as Hyperion gave the order, they would dispose of this warden in the most decisive manner.

Hyperion, dripping with cold sweat, shifted her gaze away from the three.

These three were the "workplace reorganization" type. Setting aside what kind of modifications they had undergone at Lan Qi's hands, the core tenet of the Ba Tian branch was ability above all else—the weak obeyed the strong, and there was no concept of seniority.

Although facing Warden Corondan's words, Hyperion also felt some demonic blood rising within her, she was long accustomed to suppressing this violent urge to flay her enemies alive in her heart.

Taking action here would only make things worse.

It wasn't that she wanted to become human and completely erase her demonic desires and instincts, becoming desireless and without needs, but rather that she wanted to conquer desire, even transcend it, and become someone who could completely control it.

"What kind of attitude is that?"

Warden Corondan raised his head again, looking over the people in the office with a meaningful gaze.

Having dealt with criminals for so long, he was very good at sensing hostility from villains.

If he wasn't mistaken, these students were actually considering subduing him with force.

As a sixth-rank warden, with the blessing of the prison's barrier, he simply couldn't lose if he really fought with these self-righteous students.

Moreover, if these young people dared to act, he would guarantee to give them the cruelest treatment, making them remember for the rest of their lives where and whom they should respect.

"It seems you still don't understand how to work here. In that case, you shouldn't be given easy tasks. No more dawdling, go do your work, and don't let me see this kind of attitude again."

Warden Corondan's voice became much sterner.

After speaking, the warden lowered his head and returned to his work, seemingly intending to ignore whatever these students said today.

His words bluntly made his intentions clear: he intended to make things difficult for them today without showing any mercy.

Such was the nature of power; he possessed the leverage to control the intern guards.

He had plenty of ways to make these inexperienced young people admit their mistakes later.

"..."

Hearing this, Hyperion felt not only the pressure from the warden in front of her telling her things were going wrong, but also the chill spreading from behind her. The three Ba Tian priests seemed to be growing even angrier.

But Hyperion didn't give up.

She understood that in this situation, any rash action would not lead to good results.

During prison guard internships, the first act of violence would only result in a warning, not a punishment.

In other words, the Ba Tian priests also understood it as—everyone had one chance to solve a problem with force.

Although Hyperion also wanted to just take a yellow card and teach this warden a lesson, considering that a second act of violence would result in a red card and expulsion, and they had just entered the prison, it was better to save the valuable opportunity.

"Warden Corondan, Warden Bacchus is currently in talks with our headmaster, Rocky McCarthy, at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy. The few of us are all students personally trained by Headmaster Rocky McCarthy. Our abilities are absolutely trustworthy and we can handle the most difficult tasks. Would you please show us some consideration for Headmaster Rocky McCarthy's sake?"

Hyperion introduced herself with a smile, discussing her ideas with reverence.

"...What's the point of you continuing to talk nonsense here?"

Warden Corondan's eyes carried a subtle sense of detachment.

These words did not soften the warden's attitude. The more sincere Hyperion was, the more ridiculous he found it.

"You know what? Coming here, even Rocky McCarthy has to bring me two packs of cigarettes."

Warden Corondan sneered, feeling that Hyperion's words were still questioning his authority.

"Besides, you're just his student, not his wife. Do you really think you're someone important?"

These young people still didn't understand one thing.

In this dead-end place on the first basement level of the Herloom Prison, seniority was far more important than ability.

Those with ability had gone to the lower levels.

Unless you could become a warden, or even the chief warden, you wouldn't even look at this first basement level.

First and foremost, respect for him was more important than everything else. Don't think about making empty promises or using some big leader to scare him.

"I'm not your teacher, and I have no obligation to teach you about social etiquette, but if you can't grasp it, it doesn't matter how excellent you are at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy."

Warden Corondan continued his sarcasm, speaking slowly and heavily, each word emphasizing the ignorance and recklessness of these young people, like a sharp knife cutting into the confidence of the intern guards.

"..."

Hyperion's face clearly showed some awkwardness and panic, as she tried to endure the impatience in her heart under Warden Corondan's cold mockery.

It wasn't just the pressure in front of her; the three Ba Tian priests standing behind Hyperion could hardly restrain their coldness.

The aura of the Rebirth Church made the atmosphere in the entire office even tenser, as if it was about to explode at any moment.

However, the warden showed no fear in the face of this atmosphere, but instead appeared even more resolute. The corners of his mouth slightly turned up, his eyes lacking any warmth, instead filled with provocation and contempt.

As if asking them—try and make a move.

Just as Hyperion was sitting on pins and needles, needing to make a decision, she suddenly noticed that the black-haired, green-eyed Poet of Great Love beside her moved.

It seemed that Warden Corondan had triggered a keyword earlier.

After Warden Corondan called out Rocky McCarthy's name, the Poet of Great Love beside Hyperion, like a student who had been daydreaming for a long time in class, was called upon by the teacher, slowly came back to her senses, and began to focus her attention on the person calling her name.

Soon, the Poet of Great Love blinked her eyes, looking around confusedly, as if waking from a dream.

Her expression was innocent and shouldn't lose that naturalness and curiosity about the world, extremely detached from the tense atmosphere around her.

She looked at Warden Corondan, as if puzzled whether he had mentioned social etiquette earlier.

The Poet of Great Love looked at Hyperion.

Seeing Hyperion's distressed expression.

Suddenly, the Poet of Great Love's eyes lit up, roughly understanding the rules of this level.

Immediately, she looked at Hyperion with very eager eyes. Even though the Poet of Great Love's mouth couldn't be seen because of the mask, she could feel the smile in her eyes, which was telling Hyperion—leave the social etiquette to me! Hyperion, you can rest assured!

(End of this chapter)