Don't confiscate my citizenship

After being watched by the leader Hyperion, the three Demon King Army guards quickly returned to their cold standby state.

But the meaning is also obvious. As long as Hyperion gives the order, they will kill the warden in the most straightforward way.

Hyperion broke into a cold sweat and looked away from the three of them.

These three people are all rectification types in the workplace. Let’s not talk about how they have been transformed by Lan Qi. The faith of the Batian branch is that ability comes first, the weak obey the strong, and there is no such thing as seniority.

Although Hyperion felt some demonic blood rising in the face of the words of the Corondan warden, she had long been accustomed to restraining the cruel intention of trying to defeat the enemy in her heart.

Taking action here will only make things worse.

It's not that if she wants to be a human, she has to completely erase the desires and instincts of the demons and become desireless, but she has to defeat desire, or even transcend desire, and become a person who can completely control it.

"What's the attitude of you guys?"

The Corondan warden raised his head again and looked at the people in the office meaningfully.

Having dealt with criminals a lot, he was very good at sensing hostility in villains.

If he read it correctly, these students were actually considering using force to convince him.

He is a dignified sixth-level warden, and with the blessing of the prison barrier, if he really wants to fight these self-righteous students, there is no way he will lose.

And as long as these young people dare to take action, he promises to give these students the cruelest treatment and let them spend their lives remembering where and who to respect.

"It seems that you don't understand how to work here. In this case, I shouldn't give you easy tasks. There is no need to wait any longer. Just do your job. Don't let me see this attitude again. .”

The Corondan Warden's voice became much sterner.

After saying that, the warden lowered his head and returned to his work. It seemed that no matter what these students said today, he would not pay any attention to them.

He simply made his meaning clear with his words, and today he planned to make things difficult for them without any mercy.

This is what power is like, and he is the capital that can control the trainee prison guards.

Later, there will be a way to make these young people who have never seen the world admit their mistakes.

"..."

When Hyperion heard this, not only did the pressure from the warden in front of her make her feel that something was wrong, but the chill behind her was still spreading, and the anger of the three overlord priests seemed to have further increased.

But Hyperion didn't give up.

She understands that in this situation, any drastic action will not bring good results.

During the prison guard internship, if you do something for the first time, you will only be warned but not punished.

In other words, it was understood by the Tyrant priests that everyone has a chance to solve the problem with force.

Although Hyperion wanted to take a yellow card directly and teach the warden a lesson, but considering that the second attack would result in a red card and he had just entered prison, it was better to save the precious opportunity. good.

"Your Excellency, Lord Warden of Corundam, now Warden Barkas is meeting with our principal, Mr. Rocky McCarthy, at the Royal Academy of Magic in Protos. All of us were personally trained by Principal Rocky McCarthy. Our students are absolutely trustworthy in their ability and can handle the most difficult tasks. How about you, for the sake of Principal Rocky McCarthy, give us a little care?"

Hyperion introduced with a smile and talked about her ideas with great respect.

"...What's the use of continuing to talk nonsense here?"

There was an imperceptible sense of distance in the eyes of the Corondan Warden.

These words did not soften the warden's attitude. The more sincere Hyperion was, the more ridiculous he felt.

"You know what? Even Rocky McCarthy has to bring me two cigarettes when I come here."

The Corondan warden sneered, feeling that Hyperion's words were still questioning his authority.

"Besides, you are just his student, not his wife. You really think of yourself as a person, don't you?"

These young people still don't understand one thing.

In the first floor of Helrom Prison, a place where people eat and wait to die, qualifications are far more important than ability.

Those who are capable go to the lower levels.

Unless you can become a warden, or even a warden, then you don't look down on this negative level.

First of all, respecting him is more important than anything else. Don't think about making empty promises or bringing up big leaders to scare him.

"I'm not your teacher, and I have no obligation to teach you the ways of the world, but if you don't understand, it won't make any sense to be excellent at Protos Royal Academy of Magic."

The Corondan warden continued his sarcasm, speaking slowly and heavily. Every word emphasized the ignorance and frivolity of these young people, like a sharp knife cutting into the self-confidence of the trainee prison guard.

"..."

Hyperion's face was obviously a little embarrassed and panicked, and she tried hard to endure the irritability in her heart under the cynicism of the Corondan warden.

Not only the pressure in front of them, but also the three Tyrant priests standing behind Hyperion could no longer suppress their coldness.

The aura of the Resurrection Church made the atmosphere in the entire office even tighter, as if it was about to explode at any time.

However, the warden showed no fear in the face of this atmosphere, and instead appeared more determined. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and his eyes did not have the slightest warmth, but were full of provocation and contempt.

It's like asking a few of them - take a look.

When Huberian was sitting on pins and needles and needed to make a decision, she suddenly noticed that the black-haired and green-eyed poet beside her moved.

It seems that the Corondan warden triggered the keyword just now.

After the Corondan warden called out the name of Rocky McCarthy, the beloved poet next to Hyperion was like a student who had been distracted for a long time in class and was called upon by the teacher. He slowly came back to his senses and began to Focus on the person calling his name.

Soon, the poet of great love blinked and looked around in confusion, as if waking up from a dream.

Her expression is innocent and innocent, and she should not lose her naturalness and curiosity about the world, and she is extremely separated from the tense atmosphere around her.

She looked at the Corondan warden, as if she was confused whether he had just mentioned the wisdom of the world.

The poet of great love looked at Hyperion.

Seeing Hyperion's depressed expression.

Suddenly, the poet's eyes brightened, and he roughly understood the rules of this level.

Immediately, she looked at Hyperion with very eager eyes. Even though she couldn't see the poet's mouth because of the mask, she could still feel the smile in her eyes, which was telling Hyperion that human relationships are accidents. Just give it to him! Don't worry, Huberian!