NOVPUBProtoss Royal Magic Academy, the conference hall on the third floor of Hong Meng De Building.
After hanging up the call, Warden Bacas wore an expression that still seemed to sense an awkward atmosphere.
"Rocky, I promise this won’t happen again."
He steadied the phone, immediately turned to Lanci, and apologized again with sincerity.
Although Rocky McCarthy’s attitude had been very mild just now, it didn’t seem like his mood had been affected by this minor disruption; he was mostly concerned about the students, hoping that they could learn and grow in a fair and just environment.
But Bacas always felt that he couldn’t fathom Rocky McCarthy’s thoughts.
"It’s alright, Bacas, I truly appreciate your care for me."
Lanci smiled slightly, his eyes filled with sincerity and gratitude.
It was an enchanting gaze, as if he not only wished for you to believe in him, but also conveyed the fact that "he would always believe in you".
Bacas stared at these emerald pupils for quite some time.
He then shook his head.
"I should, it’s my duty."
Bacas muttered to himself.
Lanci patted Bacas’s back, leading him back to the sofa, and they sat down on adjacent couches.
"Bacas, let’s continue our previous topic. Could you tell me more about your Herram Prison? I enjoyed listening to it."
Lanci said calmly, elegantly and skillfully pouring two cups of tea, one for Bacas and one for himself. He then waited patiently, looking at Warden Bacas.
"Hmm, okay, just before we discussed the prison management situation…"
Bacas picked up his teacup, took a sip, and revealed a very at ease smile.
"I have tried to implement vocational training programs and educational courses to help prisoners learn new skills, preparing them for their return to society. Statistical data shows that the recidivism rate of inmates who participate in these programs is significantly lower than the average. This not only benefits the prisoners but also alleviates the burden on society, reducing the risk of reoffending. But my approach is not as visionary as yours, you chose to reintegrate them back into society in a different way. I believe that we are helping prisoners face and solve their problems, fostering a positive attitude towards life. This is an excellent thing; changing a person’s mindset is to change their future."
The conversation of the two people resumed the harmonious atmosphere they had before; they began to chat freely, covering topics from education for students and prisoners, Herram’s safety, to the measurement and statistical academia, and the northern strategy of the Empire.
This conversation seemed deeper, and both of them seemed particularly relaxed.
...
In Warden Corentin’s office at the Herram prison’s basement floor, he was sitting in his chair, his hands trembling slightly, staring at the desk with heavy thoughts.
The documents, pen, and even the magic device on the office desk lay there quietly, without a sound. The light from the hanging lamp appeared exceptionally bright in the still underground air, casting onto Warden Corentin’s face, but it couldn’t illuminate the cloudiness in his eyes.
Finally, it seemed like he had grasped the current situation.
He looked up at the five intern prison guards.
"Students, I may have been a bit too harsh just now. As newcomers, there are certainly many things you need to learn. Don’t worry, I will arrange some more suitable tasks for you."
Warden Corentin wore a flattering smile, and his tone became unusually calm.
After he changed his attitude, his gaze constantly roamed across the faces of the intern prison guards, attempting to pick out clues about their reactions and emotions.
The faces of the two girls were relatively gentle, seemingly adopting a wait-and-see attitude towards his shift.
However, the three intern prison guards that stood behind them were entirely different.
"..."
Upon hearing this, Hyperion fell silent and exchanged glances with the Great Love Poet once more.
She probably understood that Lanci had gone directly to Warden Bacas at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy to lodge a complaint.
Hyperion wanted to say something sarcastic, but when she saw the eyes of the naive girl in front of her, the expression seemed to be saying, "Look, things have changed," as if she were claiming credit.
"You are the best."
In the end, Hyperion resignedly nodded her head, giving Lanci approval and encouragement.
It’s fine as long as she doesn’t claim merit unreasonably.
"Hmm."
The Great Love Poet, as if receiving some kind of signal, nodded his head in satisfaction, feeling slightly invigorated.
"Then I must show you a few more tricks to let you see the capabilities of our school’s students when they enter society."
It was the perfect opportunity to showcase to Hyperion the educational achievements and professional qualities of his outstanding students at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
He had always believed students shouldn’t just focus on studies, they should link it with society as well!
Feeling pretty happy with himself, the Great Love Poet didn’t bother with the changing attitude of Warden Corentin. He turned back and looked at the three priests of Hegemony.
"You go and discuss the following matters with Mr. Warden."
The Great Love Poet instructed.
"Yes."
The three of them immediately took big strides and in an instant, they were in front of Warden Corentin’s office counter, blocking him, sternly staring at him.
Among them, the male priest even leaned over the counter directly, bending over next to Warden Corentin, his arm resting on his shoulder, his face close to him, as if he wanted to ask him something.
"What are you trying to do?" 𝑛𝘰𝘷𝑝𝘶𝑏.𝑐𝘰𝘮
Corentin always felt that these three didn’t seem to be in the mood for decent communication.
Their expressions were still cold, their eyes revealing disdain, and their attitude remained uncompromising, even in the face of Warden Corentin’s softened demeanor — there were no signs of negotiation.
This aura made Warden Corentin feel a bit uneasy; he began to worry whether he had misjudged the character and extent of madness of these young people. Out of nowhere, he felt that these seemingly ordinary intern prison guards were demonstrating such strong and professional criminal behavior within moments.
"The boss told us to pass you a message. The debt you owe us, surely you aren’t planning to default, are you?"
The male priest’s voice was slow and deep as he asked the question.
"Cough, what do I owe you? First of all, students, please calm down. We can talk it through..."
Warden Corentin coughed and tried to ease the tense atmosphere, preparing to ask what they wanted.
But just as he was about to speak, the ruthlessness in the intern prison guards’ eyes became more evident, their gaze held the threats of "either repay the debt, or repay with your life."
This solemn and not-at-all-joking atmosphere made Warden Corentin’s words gradually get stuck in his throat, and he swallowed his saliva.
Not far away, Hyperion was stunned.
She was just about to trust Lanci, but as soon as these three opened their mouths, she knew something was wrong.
Your "society", is it an adjective instead of a noun?!
