On the basement floor of Helmrom Prison, trainee prison guards walk slowly down a dimly lit corridor that leads to the warden's office.

After exiting the teleportation hall, there is a suspension bridge that allows you to see the cells below and the prison guards on duty.

From time to time, other prison guards in similar uniforms will pass by in the opposite direction, and these guards will have more serious faces, their steps are fast, their eyes focused and tired, and when they pass by the trainee guards, they may nod their heads, but quickly return to their own busyness.

Among them are bitter-faced prison guards, their faces full of worry and stress, as if they are busy solving some difficult problem.

After walking a few suspension bridges, Huberian and the poet of love returned to the interior space, flanked by tall bookshelves made of dark oak and filled with a variety of heavy law books and historical documents.

The prison guards who handle civilian work in the office look quite leisurely, as if they have no burden, with a smile on their faces, the seriousness and heaviness of the whole prison have nothing to do with them, and there are also gently humming songs, holding books in their hands, turning a few pages from time to time, completely immersed in their own world, far more comfortable than the prison guards on the basic level.

What's more, chatting by the office wall, the sound is absorbed by the wall of the corridor, leaving a subtle echo.

“……”

Without paying much attention to the guards on the lower floor, Hubertian walked briskly with the others.

Looking at the work of prison guards along the way, Hubertian found the diversity and complexity of the work and status of different prison guards on the negative layer.

Some jobs can be done almost with hands, and some jobs have to be completed with the mentality of seeing death as home.

The assignment and assignment of work is the task for which the wardens are responsible.

As the group approached the warden's office, they could feel the prison guard's figure becoming more and more thin.

It seems that the other prison guards on the lower floor have taken over today's work arrangements this morning.

These trainee prison guards arrived a little later than the regular prison guards.

In front of him, the double doors of the warden's office were open, and on one side was a brass inscription with the name of the room and the working hours of the wardens on the lower floor.

Huberian came to the door of the warden's office, and after a slight pause, to make sure that there was no restraint, she led the poet of love into the thick brown wooden door that had not been closed.

The interior of the large warden's office was decorated like that of the lobby, and in the center of the lobby was an old globe with the outline of the continent long blurred.

Next to it are rows of wooden bookshelves with folders stacked on the top, the covers of which are brand new, the dark gold ornaments on the covers shimmer in the dim light, and the long corridors between the shelves are paved with polished stone slabs with intricate geometric patterns.

As Hubertian took the Poet of Great Love by the forearm and walked into the lobby, the footsteps of several of them could be heard echoing in the silence, accompanied by the occasional rustle from the turning of the pages and the sound of the magic instruments operating.

On the innermost side of the lobby, the office counter is connected to a large long table, with a neat row of folders and pen holders.

Sitting behind his desk was a middle-aged man in his fifties, lean and with a serious face.

He was looking intently at the papers, controlling the magic guide against the central control on the lower floor, stamping on it, and he was wearing a crisp warden's uniform with his name on the nameplate on his chest, Warden Colendan.

When several trainee prison guards walked into the office, the warden did not immediately pay attention to a few people, but slowly raised his eyelids and looked through the lenses to examine the new young trainee prison guards.

Then I went back to my job.

"Mr. Cologandam, we are students of the Royal Academy of Magic and Wizardry of Protos, and we have come to Helrom Prison today to complete our prison guard internship assessment, and please ask you to assign us a work assignment."

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

But the warden did not respond.

As if he hadn't heard, he hadn't noticed the presence of the few of them at all, and continued to concentrate on his work.

As the minutes ticked by, Hubert stood there a little confused, every second seemed like a long wait.

She wasn't sure if she should speak up again.

Finally, after the Corendan warden had finished processing a few more papers, he put down the paper in his hand and looked at Huberian, who was standing not far away and waiting like a student at the penalty station.

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

The Corendan warden slowly raised his head, his voice low and powerful, and his eyes revealed a hint of unpleasant and angry attitude.

Huberian was stunned.

Due to the working mode on the negative floor, the office where the wardens issue assignments is more of a public area, and there are often prison guards coming in and out, so she thinks that it is for efficiency reasons that she did not close it, and she did not think about knocking on the door.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Warden, we didn't think it through."

Hubertian immediately showed humility, and her voice was apologetic.

Leaning back in his chair, the Corendan warden picked up the glass of water on the table, took a sip, and looked nonchalantly at Hubertine.

"Here, rules are the most important, you don't even know the most basic knocking etiquette, how to follow the institutionalized rules."

His words are like the elders teaching the younger ones, not only pointing out their mistakes, but also carrying a majesty that is impossible to refute.

Huberian didn't retort, just nodded.

She has a determined and calm look.

In such cases, appropriate humility and respect are the wisest choices.

"Thank you, Mr. Corendan Warden, for reminding us that we will keep this lesson in mind and will strictly abide by the rules in the future."

There are no complaints or grievances in her words, with sincere apologies and commitment to the work.

“……”

When the warden heard this, his expression was not very moved.

He reached out and took a folder from a distance, opened it and took out a few documents that had been stamped with the official seal of the Empire, swept them through them with the central magic guide device in front of him, and then said to himself, "Go and finish them." ”

As the wardens operated, the black bracelets of several trainee prison guards, led by Huber Ann, began to glow crimson, revealing their newly assigned tasks.

They looked down slightly to check the information on the bracelet, and above the bracelet, a detailed description of the task and the specific requirements to be performed appeared.

Today's five more, the last chapter may be a little later, and the text is still being changed

(End of chapter)