NOVPUBIn the basement of Herram Prison.
Inside the office of Warden Corentin.
The normally high and mighty, and orderly Warden Corentin had a well-off look on his face after picking up the telephone.
His brows furrowed, as if pondering over a baffling problem.
This look seemed particularly abrupt beneath his usual authoritative, calm exterior.
".....?"
Having been caught red-handed in what he just said, he didn’t dare to argue immediately.
Why was he overheard by Warden Bacas?
Could Warden Bacas be on a witch-hunt today, pretending to leave, but actually intending to use this as an excuse to discipline them?
However, Corentin calmed down and thought that Warden Bacas really went to Protoss Royal Magic Academy today. This communication also came from the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
So, based on this analysis.
For Warden Bacas, the most important goal is to complete a task assigned by Mr. Rocky McCarthy. Punishing him, the warden, is secondary.
Therefore, whether Warden Bacas had evidence or not, he had to deny it firmly at this moment.
He absolutely couldn’t admit it through the phone, and make Warden Bacas lose face in front of Mr. Rocky McCarthy.
"No, I have never said such a thing!"
Warden Corentin asserted into the phone.
Immediately after he finished speaking, his response seemed to meet the standard answer that Warden Bacas was expecting, causing Warden Bacas on the other side to breathe a sigh of relief.
"I warn you, no matter what you think or say in your basement, you must not show any disrespect towards Mr. Rocky McCarthy. If you let me catch you, you know what the consequence will be."
Bacas’ stern voice echoed through the phone, almost annunciating every word towards the end. 𝒏𝒐𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
This message was not only directed at Corentin, but also at Rocky McCarthy who sat next to him.
The truth didn’t matter.
What mattered was that at this moment, Warden Bacas could not default on his task.
Otherwise, all the embarrassment and pressure that Warden Bacas suffered would turn into a raging fury, forcing him to pay the price!
"Phew..."
But just as Warden Corentin heaved a sigh of relief, thinking he had managed to bluff his way through this predicament.
On the other side of the office desk.
"He clearly said just now that even if our principal came here, he would have to bring two cigarettes to him. We all heard it."
The green-eyed, black-haired Great Love Poet spoke clearly and brightly in the office.
Her voice sounded young and possessed a kind of straightforward charm, pointing out the truth without hesitation.
Immediately.
Not only did Warden Corentin stiffen, looked at the Great Love Poet.
But even the other end of the phone fell into a deadly silence.
Corentin stared wide-eyed at the previously non-committal black-haired green-eyed girl, wanting to say countless words but not uttering a single one.
He didn’t know whether she was truly wicked at heart, or she was really honest and natural, and couldn’t accept any lies.
You don’t know how to act according to circumstances and speak according to the situation, do you?!!!
Corentin wanted to swear out loud!
But at this moment.
He must have lost the strength to vent his inner anger and despair. Even through the communication terminal, Warden Corentin could feel the blazing anger and embarrassment of Warden Bacas standing in front of the terminal on the other side, as if he wanted to burn him to ashes through the magic power line.
"No, no! Lord Bacas, please let me explain, there is an ignorant newbie beside me, don’t listen to her nonsense..."
The voice of Warden Corentin became panicky.
"Is she an intern from the Protoss Royal Magic Academy?"
Bacas’s voice was surprisingly calm, which meant that he had reached a critical state.
"She....."
Before Corentin could refute, he felt the black-haired green-eyed girl was about to speak for him.
Under Bacas’s seemingly omniscient cold silence, Corentin’s voice instantly quieted down, eventually fading into silence, fearing to further anger Warden Bacas.
"Yes."
So, Corentin had no choice but to grit his teeth and admit it.
At this time, any excuses were inappropriate.
Whether it was true or false, Mr. Rocky McCarthy, who stood beside Warden Bacas at the Protoss Royal Academy, heard it.
The way Warden Bacas handled this would directly determine Principal Rocky McCarthy’s impression of him.
"Corentin... So you dare to quibble, adding to your sins..."
There was an undeniable tone in Bacas’s voice, which gave Corentin a pang of chill.
Warden Corentin’s throat moved with excitement, wanting to quibble.
But he looked at the black-haired green-eyed girl, whose eyes were now filled with pity for him.
It was as if she felt he was a dishonest man who deserved punishment.
Yet she was contemplating whether to offer him some redemption.
Up until now, she was still like an angel, innocent and beautiful, radiating brilliance.
Corentin looked at her and felt like he was about to vomit blood. Not knowing why, ever since just now, the suppressed anger in his heart had been instigated like oil had been poured over it. What was most painful was that he had to stay calm, try to ingratiate himself with Lord Bacas and seek Rocky McCarthy’s forgiveness.
"Don’t be like that, Bacas. I just wanted to confirm whether my student has been wronged or not. You guys deal with your own problems in the prison. It won’t affect our friendship," came a calm male voice through the receiver, which wasn’t very clear.
It seemed like Principal Rocky McCarthy, standing next to Bacas, was comforting the distraught Bacas.
After a brief silence.
"Corentin, if you dare to badmouth Mr. Rocky McCarthy again, be prepared to go to the sixth basement. You should know that I can send you there."
Bacas eventually warned and then abruptly hung up.
"Understood, understood!"
Replying twice to the silent phone, Warden Corentin finally put it down.
Seeing Corentin in such a flustered and exasperated state, the Great Love Poet turned her head and blinked at Hyperion.
As if to ask her: Did you see that? This is called the ways of the world.
Once they have Warden Corentin who made a mistake on their side, they can basically skip directly over the outer prison layers, two and three. He would use his authority to send them straight to the inner four-layer, to find the Great Demon Clan.
"....."
Hyperion couldn’t say a word.
The outer layer of Herram Prison made her feel an uncomfortably familiar difficulty level.
Your ways of the world shouldn’t be exchanged for virtue, should they? There’s no need to deduct the virtue I’ve worked hard to accumulate over the past two months in Aestheland Kingdom, is there?
