The application for a training room was quickly approved, and a dilapidated training room was granted to Wild Flavors and Specialty Ingredients the next day.

Located at the southernmost end of the Scorching Hell, an untouched area of flames, it was the execution chamber that was used to punish and torture prisoners, but after the relocation of the execution chamber, it gradually fell into disrepair.

It wasn't until some time that the execution chamber was converted into a training room, because most of the jailers were a group of lazy guys, and the training changed from enthusiastic at the beginning to a place to pass the time, and in this way, it was not long before it was abandoned again.

There are all kinds of training equipment and rotten torture equipment piled up inside, although the equipment is a little old, but after all, it is made of fine metal materials, so it can still be used as usual after cleaning.

Wilde was very satisfied with the training room, not only because the place was big enough and the equipment was enough, but most importantly, because it was a remote place, and it was just not far from the dilapidated cell where the lv5 passage could be opened.

For the next few days, Wild spent cleaning the training room outside of his working hours, and he didn't borrow anyone's hands, mainly because the less people came to the place, the better.

Wilder is also very familiar with the work, except for a few patrols a day to the scorching hell, the rest of the time is spent working on papers.

In the past, little Satie was in charge of these things, but little Satie was obviously not a piece of material that could handle these, and every time he faced a mountain of documents, he just flicked his whip and turned around and went out for a walk.

Perhaps this was also the cause of Magellan's headache, so the new and old, including the documents that had been piled up before, were all stuffed into Wild's office.

For these Wild Wild people are not refused, because most of these documents are the information of some prisoners, through which Wild and Wild can grasp everything about these prisoners very well.

Like what... Whether such and such a prisoner is a Devil Fruit ability, what type, and when the execution time is, these are all in the information.

Although it is useless to know this for the time being, who can guarantee that the mastery of this information will not be of a crucial role in the future?

Wild Wild knows that all plans start with the news that they learned by accident.

Of course, in addition to these, there are also some documents that are transmitted from the navy, such as what will be served and what prisoners will come.

Except for the superficial information about the prisoners, and the preparation of reports to receive the new prisoners and send them to Magellan's office, the rest of these words were not within the scope of Wild's responsibility.

And taking advantage of the past few days to deliver documents, Wild finally met this legendary man - Magellan.

A tall man with a pair of demonic arms behind his back, and a man who looks like Satan.

After delivering the papers, he returned to his office, dealing with the mountains of papers on a daily basis, silently jotting down some information that might be useful in the future, and there was one more thing that Wild Wild and Wild cared about in a few days, and even made his heart tighten.

Although no information has been revealed, after going out a few times, Wild and Wild can clearly feel that the atmosphere in Magellan's office has changed in recent days, becoming oppressive, as if the calm before the storm.

Not only Magellan, but even little Satie, who has always liked to torture prisoners, seems to be quieter these days, and the most obvious thing is that she sticks out her tongue less often.

Wild didn't know if all this change was what he had guessed, and if it was, then Wild would have to plan it carefully.

"Uh-huh, hehe..."

Low, suppressed laughter rang out in the office, and Wild held his face, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Lunch time soon came, and Wild walked into the cafeteria with a more arrogant pace than the previous days.

"Fee... Mistress Felt, is it the same amount of meat today? At the mouth of the meal, the head chef looked at Wild's exaggerated smiling face and asked cautiously.

"Uh-huh, hehe... No, bring me twice as much meat today. With a deep voice and a suppressed laugh, Wilde glanced up at him, a bloodthirsty glint flashing in his eyes.

"Huh?! Be... Yes, I'm ready, please wait a minute...! The head chef's face was instantly covered with cold sweat, and the whole person was not good.

Holy shit! These bastards have nothing to do, why are they doing it against the deputy jailer!!

"Hey! What do we eat like this?! A somewhat gloomy voice rang out, and the smile on Wild's face grew stronger, and he knew that some people couldn't take it anymore.

Turning his head, he looked at each other with a gloomy and exaggerated smile: "So... What do you want to say? Do you tell me to eat less meat? ”

Wilde looked at each other silently, his smile strong and exaggerated.

"Ahh That's what it means, is there a problem, Deputy Warden? The other party obviously came with confidence, and looked at Wilde with a sneer.

Wilder didn't know where these confidence came from, but he thought that there were only two kinds of them, one was that many prisoners had already joined together in private, intending to resist him.

The other is naturally to have enough confidence in one's own strength, but if you have confidence, you should have stood up a few days ago, so you can basically rule out this one.

So...

"Is it the first one? Uh-huh, hehehe..."

Wilde looked at him, his shoulders trembling, and let out a silent laugh.

"Gollum!" Without warning, the green tendons bulged out at the corners of his forehead, and Wild's smile had a different taste: "I've changed my mind now, I want to triple the amount of meat, uh-huh-hehe-hehe..."

The head chef, who was frantically beating meat on the plate inside, froze instantly when he heard this, and the cold sweat on his face fell.

When he came back to his senses, he just met Wild's strong smile.

"Yes!" The speed of the meat beating went from crazy to deadly.

Wilde turned his head and looked at the jailer in front of him, with a strong smile: "Did you just ask me to eat a little less meat?" ”

When the words fell, his right hand stretched out and grabbed the other party's head without warning, the smile disappeared instantly, his face was gloomy and ugly, and the arm that grabbed the other party's head slammed it the stone food table!

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, blood splattered out like a burst watermelon, and the jailer's head sank deep into the food table, and his body hung limply and motionlessly.

"So—" Wilder didn't look at his man's lying body as if he had done something insignificant.

The gloomy and blackened face turned, and his sharp eyes glanced at the silent crowd in the hall, and the extremely gloomy voice sounded in everyone's ears with an undisguised cold killing intent.

"So... What qualifications do you have to ask for Lao Tzu? ”