Protos Royal Academy of Magic, 3rd floor chamber of the Red Mondstadt Building.

After the communication was hung up, Warden Bakas's expression still seemed a little awkward.

"Rocky, I promise it won't happen again."

He steadied the microphone and immediately turned to Ranchi to apologize again in a sincere manner.

Although Rocky McCarthy's attitude was very mild just now, it didn't seem that this episode affected his mood, he was more concerned about the students, hoping that the students could learn and grow in a fair and just environment.

But Barkas never felt able to see through Rocky McCarthy's mind.

"It's okay, Bakas, I really appreciate you taking care of me."

Lan Qi smiled slightly, with only sincerity and gratitude in his eyes.

It's a charming look, like he doesn't just want you to believe him, but he tells the truth that "he will always believe in you."

Bacas stared at the emerald green pupils for a long time.

He shook his head.

"Yes, that's what I'm supposed to do."

Bakas muttered to himself.

Ranch tapped Barkas on the back and led him all the way back to the couch, where he sat on the two adjacent couches.

"Bakas, let's continue with what we just said, and please tell me a little more about your Hellrom prison, I like to hear it."

Lanchi said in a gentle voice, and elegantly and skillfully poured two cups of tea, placing them in front of Bakas and in front of himself, and then looked at Warden Bakas, still listening patiently.

"Hmph, okay, I just talked about the operation of the prison......"

Bakas picked up the teacup, took a sip, and smiled very freely,

"I have a history of helping prisoners learn new skills and prepare them for reintegration through vocational training programs and educational courses, and statistics show that the rate of recidivism among prisoners participating in these programs is significantly lower than average, which is not only beneficial to the prisoners themselves, but also reduces the burden on society and reduces the risk of recidivism. I believe that we are helping prisoners to face and solve their problems, cultivate a positive and healthy attitude towards life, this is a great thing, changing a person's mentality, is changing his future. ”

The conversation between the two returned to its previous harmony, and they resumed their conversation, from the education of students and prisoners to the security of Helrom, from the academic study of metrics to the strategy of the northern part of the empire.

This time the conversation seemed to be more in-depth, and both men seemed extraordinarily relaxed.

……

In the warden's office on the first floor of the Helrom prison, the Warden of Corendan sat in his office chair, his hands still trembling slightly, staring at the table, preoccupied.

The papers, pens, and even the magic guide on the desk lay there silently, without a sound, and the light from the chandelier was particularly bright in the still underground air, casting a shadow on the face of the Corendan warden, but it could not illuminate the gloom in his eyes.

Finally, he seemed to have sorted out the current situation.

Look up at the five trainee prison guards.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I may have been a little too strict just now, you are new here, there must be a lot of things to learn, don't worry, I will arrange some tasks that are more suitable for you."

The Corendan warden had a flattering smile on his face, and his tone became unusually calm.

After changing his attitude, his gaze kept wandering over the faces of the trainee guards, trying to look for clues to their reactions and emotions in their expressions.

The faces of the two girls were relatively soft, and they seemed to have a wait-and-see attitude towards his transformation.

However, the three trainee prison guards standing behind them were very different.

“……”

Huberian was silent when she heard this, and looked at the poet of great love for a moment.

She probably understood that it was Ranchi who was at the Royal Academy of Magic in Protos and had directly complained to Warden Bakas.

Huberian wanted to complain about something, but when she saw the natural girl's eyes in front of her, the expression seemed to say, "Look, the situation has changed", as if she was asking for credit.

"You're the best."

Huberian finally nodded helplessly, giving Lanch approval and encouragement.

It's good not to spend merit, it's good not to spend merit.

"Hmm."

As if he had received some signal, the poet nodded with satisfaction, feeling a little energetic again.

"Then I have to show you two more hands, so that you can see the ability of our school students to go out into society."

It just so happens that Hubertian can appreciate the educational achievements he has achieved at the Royal Academy of Magic of Protos and the professionalism of the outstanding students.

He has always felt that students should not only study, but also connect with society!

Convinced that he had done a good job, the Great Love Poet did not pay attention to the Corendan Warden who had changed his attitude for a moment, but looked back at the three Overlord Priests.

"Let's talk to Mr. Warden about the follow-up."

The Great Love Poet instructed.

"Yes."

The three of them strode out, and in an instant they came to the office counter of the Corendan warden and blocked him, staring down at him.

One of the male priests had climbed over the counter and bowed beside the Corendan warden, his arm on his shoulder, his face close to him, as if he wanted to ask him.

"What do you want to do?"

Corendan always felt that these three people didn't want to communicate well.

Their expressions were still grim, their eyes revealing disdain, and their momentum was tough, even if their attitude towards the warden's attitude softened, and there was no sign of wanting to negotiate.

This aura made the Corendan warden feel a little uneasy, and he began to worry about whether he had misjudged the character and madness of these young people, and inexplicably felt that these seemingly ordinary trainee prison guards showed such a strong and professional criminal temperament in an instant.

"The owner asked us to pass on a message. You owe us, you shouldn't want to rely on it, right? ”

The priest asked in a deep and slow voice.

"Ahem, what do I owe you? First of all, students, please calm down and talk about it well......"

The Corendan warden coughed, trying to ease the tension, ready to ask what they wanted.

But before he finished speaking, the coldness in the eyes of the three trainee prison guards became more obvious, and there was a ruthless intent in his eyes that "either pay off the debt or pay for the life".

This atmosphere of no joke at all made the words of the Corendan warden gradually stop in his throat and swallow his saliva.

Hubertarian, who was not far away, was stunned.

She had just believed Ranchi a little, but as soon as the three of them spoke, she felt that something was wrong.

Is your "society" an adjective and not a noun?!

(End of chapter)