Chapter 396 When Lanqi Comes, He Must Bring Two Packs of Cigarettes

After being watched by the leader Hyperion, the three guards of the Demon King's army quickly returned to their cold standby state.

But the meaning was also very clear. As long as Hyperion gave an order, they would kill the warden in the most straightforward way.

Hyperion turned his eyes away from the three people with cold sweat.

These three people were all types of workplace rectification. Let's not talk about how they were transformed by Lanqi. The faith of the Tyrant Branch was originally based on ability first, the weak obeyed the strong, and there was no such thing as seniority.

Although Hyperion felt some demon blood rising in the face of the words of the Corendan Warden, she had long been accustomed to restraining this tyrannical intention of wanting to cut the enemy into pieces.

Taking action here would only make things worse.

It didn't mean that if she wanted to be a human, she had to completely erase the desires and instincts of the demons and become desireless, but to overcome desires, even surpass desires, and become a person who could completely control it.

"What's your attitude?"

Warden Corendan raised his head again and looked at the people in the office meaningfully.

Having dealt with criminals many times, he was very good at sensing the hostility of villains.

If he was not mistaken, these students were actually considering using force to subdue him.

He was a dignified sixth-rank warden. With the blessing of the prison barrier, he would never lose if he really fought with these self-righteous students.

And as long as these young people dared to do it, he promised to give these students the most cruel treatment, so that they would remember where to respect whom for the rest of their lives.

"It seems that you don't know how to work here yet. In that case, you shouldn't be given easy tasks. No need to dawdle any more. Do your work and don't let me see this attitude again."

Warden Corendan's voice became much more severe.

After speaking, the warden lowered his head and returned to his work. It seemed that no matter what these students said today, he didn't intend to pay any attention to them.

He made his intention clear with these words. Today, he was going to make things difficult for them without any mercy.

That's what power is. He was the capital that could control the trainee prison guards.

There would be many ways to make these young people who had never seen the world admit their mistakes later.

"..."

Hearing this, not only did Hyperion feel that things were bad because of the pressure from the warden in front of her, but the chill behind her was still spreading, and the three Tyrant Priests seemed to be even more angry.

But Hyperion did not give up.

She understood that in this situation, any extreme behavior would not bring good results.

During the prison guard internship, the first time they took action, they would only be warned, not punished.

In other words, it was also understood by the Tyrant Priests that everyone had a chance to solve the problem with force.

Although Hyperion also wanted to get a yellow card directly to teach the warden a lesson, considering that the second time she took action would be a red card, it was better to keep the precious opportunity since she had just entered the prison.

"Sir Warden Corendan, Warden Baccars is now meeting with our principal, Mr. Rocky McCarthy, at the Royal School of Magic in Protos. We are all students personally trained by Principal Rocky McCarthy. We are absolutely trustworthy and can handle the most difficult tasks. Otherwise, for the sake of Principal Rocky McCarthy, please take care of us."

Huparian introduced with a smile, talking about her ideas with respect.

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

Warden Corendan's eyes carried an imperceptible sense of distance.

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

"Do you know? When I come here, even Rocky McCarthy has to bring me two packs of cigarettes."

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

"Besides, you are just his student, not his wife. You really think of yourself as a person, right?"

These young people still didn't understand one thing.

In the underground level of Helrom Prison, where people just eat and wait for death, qualifications are far more important than ability.

Those who are capable have gone to the lower levels.

Unless you can become a prison officer or even a warden, you will not look down on this underground level.

First of all, respect for him is more important than anything else. Don't think about making empty promises or bringing up some big leaders to scare him.

"I am not your teacher, and I have no obligation to teach you the ways of the world, but if you can't understand it, it will be meaningless no matter how good you are in the Royal School of Magic of Protoss."

Warden Corendan continued his sarcasm, speaking slowly and heavily, and every word emphasized the ignorance and frivolity of these young people, like a sharp knife, cutting the confidence of the trainee prison guards.

"..."

Huprienne's face was obviously a little embarrassed and flustered. Under the sarcasm of Warden Corendan, she tried to endure the irritability in her heart.

Not only the pressure in front of her, but the three Tyrant Priests standing behind Hyperion could no longer suppress their coldness.

The aura of the Resurrection Church made the atmosphere in the entire office even more tense, as if it was about to explode at any time.

However, the warden was not afraid of this atmosphere, but seemed more determined. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was no warmth in his eyes, but instead full of provocation and contempt.

It was like asking them a few questions - you guys try it.

When Hyperion was on pins and needles and needed to make a decision, she suddenly found that the black-haired, green-eyed Great Love Poet beside her moved.

It seemed that the Corendan Warden had triggered the keyword just now.

After the Corendan Warden called Rocky McCarthy's name, the Great Love Poet beside Hyperion was like a student who had been distracted for a long time in class. When the teacher called his name, he slowly came back to his senses and began to focus on the person who called his name.

Soon, the Great Love Poet blinked, looked around in confusion, and woke up from a dream.

Her expression was innocent, and she should not lose her naturalness and curiosity about the world, which was extremely separated from the tense atmosphere around her.

She looked at the Corendan Warden, as if she was confused, whether he had just mentioned the ways of the world.

The Great Love Poet looked at Hyperion.

Seeing Hyperion's distressed expression.

Suddenly, the Great Love Poet's eyes brightened, and he roughly understood this level of rules.

Then, she looked at Hyperion eagerly. Even though she couldn't see the poet's mouth because of the mask, she could still feel the smile in her eyes. She was telling Hyperion - just give him the favor! Hyperion, don't worry!