The warden who guards the witches

Rose Iron Prison, core area, prison guard cafeteria.

"I'm done eating. I still have to work the guard duty. I'm leaving first." Veronica said with a blank expression and picked up the meal tray.

"Oh... OK, bye." Isabella, the young prison guard sitting opposite her, smiled stiffly and waved her hand.

Veronica had just left the table and happened to meet the warden Franda who was walking over with a meal tray.

"Ah, you're done eating." Franda smiled and greeted.

But Veronica didn't notice her and walked straight past her.

"Veronica?" Franda couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Ah." Veronica suddenly reacted and turned her head, and apologized hurriedly, "I'm sorry, warden, just now I... I was thinking about something."

"It's okay, are you too tired from working overtime recently?" Franda saw that the other party was not in a good state, and asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Veronica smiled reluctantly and walked away with the meal tray.

Finally, Flanda sat down opposite Isabella and asked, "Is Veronica too busy these two days? Her eyes are dead."

"No, she is an iron man who can work two full-day shifts in a row and still be energetic. She is facing a life crisis this time, so it is understandable that her mood is affected." Isabella sighed and shook her head, "Warden, please be a little tolerant of her."

"Life crisis? What do you mean, is there a problem at home?" Flanda was stunned for a moment.

"Don't you know about the 'Flower Lady' who appeared at the reception desk these two days? Everyone has gone crazy about it." Isabella lowered her voice and said mysteriously.

"Don't keep me in suspense, get to the point!" Flanda urged.

"Recently, there is a super beautiful woman who comes to the reception desk every day at the end of the day shift and says she wants to see the warden. This has happened three times."

"Aren't there always a lot of people who want to see the warden? They are basically the families of prisoners."

"It's different!" Isabella corrected, "This woman waits there happily with a bouquet of flowers every day, and sometimes brings a small gift, saying that she wants to wait for the warden to get off work."

"Could this be--" Flanda finally understood.

"A pursuer! Definitely!" Isabella said with certainty, "Didn't you see how exaggerated the bouquet she brought was! There was also a small gift with a red lip print on it, and it was kissed on the spot, tsk tsk tsk tsk... I was embarrassed when I saw it. I immediately informed Veronica on her first day."

In the unit, colleagues who are a little closer to Veronica basically know who Veronica likes.

"Are young people so bold nowadays?" Flanda was a little confused, "But Veronica doesn't need to be so depressed, she has a good foundation."

"They are not on the same level, Warden, you don't know how beautiful that flower lady is!" Isabella emphasized, "The enemy is so powerful, I would be so discouraged if it were me."

"How beautiful can she be?"

"A peerless beauty! I have never seen such a beautiful person, the kind that is so beautiful that it is unreal!" Isabella shook her head and sighed, "She is so beautiful that even a woman like me wants to have sex with her."

"Uh..." Flanda was speechless for a moment.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just making an analogy." Isabella waved her hand.

"When you say that, it's still hard for me to imagine what she looks like." Flanda said.

But seeing that Veronica, who has always been strong, has become so depressed, I think this suitor must be really outstanding.

"Anyway, that person will definitely come again today. You will know when you go to the reception desk or the side door."

"We need to find a chance to counsel her, but this kind of emotional problem is really a bit..." Flanda also felt a little embarrassed, "Alas, I hope she won't let her emotions affect her work."

"It's okay. Her bad mood now is more intimidating to the prisoners." Isabella said, rolling up the last bit of fried noodles with a fork and putting it into her mouth.

...

At the same time, in the small playground of the core area, the prisoners who had eaten lunch were taking a daily walk.

After running two laps in the playground, Camilla moved to the bench in the shade: "Sister, move a seat."

The vampire Ophelia sitting on the bench frowned slightly-although she would occasionally chat a few words, she didn't really like Camilla, who was rough in words and deeds, not to mention that she was sweating now, but she still made some space.

Not long after Camilla sat down, the two saw Veronica, with a dark face, slowly patrolling in front of them.

"Wow, this wolf girl is in a terrible mood today." Camilla whispered, "What happened recently?"

"Who knows." Ophelia was not interested in this topic.

"Hey, sister!!" The two suddenly saw Fei'er approaching Veronica.

"Wow, is this succubus addicted to death?" Camilla grinned.

During the days when Aiden was away, Veronica completely took over the emergency management and punishment measures of the prisoners. Aiden was actually more tactful in dealing with prisoners. In comparison, Veronica was more strict. As long as there was a slight violation of discipline, she would immediately implement the punishment.

Especially in the past two days, I don't know what happened. Veronica's expression was terrible, and it was all written on her face. The sense of oppression made most prisoners want to take a detour when they saw her, let alone provoke her.

There was a new prisoner who was mean-spirited and had a bad mouth. He threatened other prison guards that he would attack his family when he got out. When Veronica found out, she transferred this man to "Crazy" Hero's room without saying a word, without even bothering to warn him. Give a shout.

When leaving work this morning, the self-inflicted prisoner lay crying on the railing and asked to be moved back to the original room. However, Veronica not only ignored this request, but also found a way to cancel the prisoner's day shift and let her stay with the sea. Luo stayed together.

I don’t know if the poor newcomer is being driven crazy now.

But at this moment, Feier took the initiative to approach Veronica, who was obviously still in a state of irritation. Not only that, she also reached out to hold each other's arm with a "we are two good sisters" attitude, but Veronica was Dodged.

"By taking the initiative to have physical contact with the prison guard, do you think your sentence is not enough or that your life is too long? Keep a good distance!" Veronica glared at Faile fiercely, "I'm warning you one last time. I don't know what the warden is. When the time comes, don’t bother me with this matter again!”

"No, I heard someone said that there is a vixen who comes to the prison every day asking to see Lord Aiden, so I came to ask you." Feier spread her hands eagerly, "Why don't you follow such an important matter? What do I say?”