Chapter 394: Hyperion's First Career

On the first floor below Helrom Prison, several trainee prison guards were walking slowly in a dim corridor that led to the warden's office.

After passing through the teleportation hall, there was a suspension bridge, where you could see the cells and prison guards on duty below.

From time to time, other prison guards wearing similar uniforms would pass by in the opposite direction. These prison guards looked more serious, with fast steps and focused and tired eyes. When they passed by the trainee prison guards, they might nod in greeting, but soon returned to their own busy work.

There were many prison guards with bitter faces, their faces full of worry and pressure, as if they were busy solving a difficult problem.

After walking through several suspension bridges, Hyperion brought the poet of great love to the indoor space again. On both sides were tall bookshelves made of dark oak, filled with various heavy legal books and historical documents.

The prison guards who were handling clerical work in the office looked quite relaxed, as if they had no burden, with a smile on their faces. The solemnity and heaviness of the entire prison had nothing to do with them. Some of them were humming songs, holding books in their hands, flipping through a few pages from time to time, and completely immersed in their own world, which was much more comfortable than the prison guards on the basic level.

What's more, they were chatting by the wall of the office, and their voices were absorbed by the wall of the corridor, leaving a slight echo.

"..."

Without paying too much attention to the prison guards on the negative first floor, Hyperion led the other few people to walk quickly.

From the work of the prison guards along the way, Hyperion found the diversity and complexity of the work and status of different prison guards on the negative first floor.

Some work can be done almost with hands, and some work must be completed with a mentality of seeing death as home.

The delegation and allocation of work is the task of the warden.

When they approached the warden's office, they could feel that the figures of the prison guards were becoming sparser.

It seemed that the other prison guards on the negative first floor had received today's work arrangements this morning.

The time when these trainee prison guards arrived was slightly later than the working time of ordinary prison guards.

In front of them, the double doors of the warden's office were open, and a brass engraved plate was embedded on one side, engraved with the name of the room and the working hours of the warden on the first floor below.

When Hyperion arrived at the door of the warden's office, she paused slightly to confirm that there was no restriction, and then walked into the brown thick wooden door that was not closed with the poet of great love.

The interior of the spacious warden's office was decorated as exquisitely as the lobby. In the center of the lobby, there was an old world instrument, and the outline of the continent on it had long been blurred.

Next to it were rows of wooden bookshelves, and some folders were piled on the table. The covers of these files were brand new, and the dark gold decorative patterns on the covers flickered faintly under the dim light. Between the bookshelves, the long corridor was paved with polished stone slabs, and complex geometric patterns could be vaguely seen in between.

As Hyperion led the poet of love by the arm and went deeper into the hall, their footsteps could be heard echoing in the silence, accompanied by the occasional rustling sound from turning pages, and the sound of the magic instrument operating.

After bypassing the world instrument, at the innermost side of the hall, the office counters were connected to form a large long table, with a row of neatly arranged folders and pen holders.

The warden sat behind the desk. He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties, with a thin figure and a serious face.

He was concentrating on looking at the documents, checking the central control magic device on the negative first floor, and stamping on it. He was wearing a neat warden uniform, and his title, Warden Corendan, was printed on the nameplate on his chest.

When several trainee prison guards walked into the office, the warden did not immediately pay attention to them. He slowly raised his eyelids and looked through the lenses at these new young trainee prison guards.

Then he continued to return to his work.

"Mr. Corendan, we are students of the Royal School of Magic of Protos. Today we come to Helrom Prison to complete our prison guard internship assessment. Please assign us work tasks."

Huprienne stood in the warden's office and bowed slightly to the warden and said.

But the warden did not respond.

As if he did not hear them, he did not notice their existence at all and continued to concentrate on his work.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Hyperion stood there with a little doubt, and every second seemed like a long wait.

She was not sure whether she should take the initiative to speak again.

Finally, just after Warden Corendan finished processing a few more documents, he put down the paper in his hand and looked at Hyperion who was standing not far away waiting like a student standing in the corner.

"Why didn't you knock on the door when you came in just now?"

Warden Corendan slowly raised his head, his voice was low and powerful, and his eyes revealed a hint of an attitude that was difficult for people to guess.

Huprienne was stunned.

Due to the working mode of the underground floor, the office where the warden issues tasks is more of a public area, and prison guards often come in and out, so she thought it was for efficiency reasons that the door was not closed, and she didn't think about knocking.

"Sorry, Mr. Warden, we didn't think it through."

Huparian immediately showed a humble attitude, with an apology in her voice.

Warden Corendan leaned back in his chair, picked up the water cup on the table, took a sip, and looked at Hyperion casually.

"Here, rules are the most important. You don't even know the most basic etiquette of knocking on the door, how can you abide by the institutionalized rules."

His words were like an elder teaching a younger generation, not only pointing out his mistakes, but also carrying a kind of majesty that could not be refuted.

Huprienne did not refute, but nodded.

She had a firm and calm look.

In this case, proper humility and respect are the wisest choices.

"Mr. Corendan Warden, thank you for your reminder. We will remember this lesson and strictly abide by the rules in the future."

There was no complaint or dissatisfaction in her words, with sincere apology and commitment to work.

"..."

After hearing this, the warden's expression was not much moved.

He reached out and took a folder from a distance, opened it and took out several documents that had been stamped with the imperial seal, scanned them one by one with the central magic device in front of him, and then said to himself: "Go and complete them."

As the warden operated, the black bracelets of several trainee prison guards headed by Hyperion began to emit crimson fluorescence, showing the newly assigned tasks.

They lowered their heads slightly to check the information on the bracelets. Above the bracelets, a detailed task description and specific requirements for execution appeared.

Five chapters today, the last chapter may be a little late, I'm still revising it