The warden who guards the witches

In the evening, Veronica changed into her uniform in the dressing room and started her shift as usual.

She first gathered the riot control team members on duty and patrolled the core area and the factory. Then she came to the prisoners' canteen to monitor the prisoners' meals after work.

I was transferred here and worked as a prison guard for nearly a month, and my job became much easier.

"Veronica, have you had dinner?" Isabella, a colleague on duty, came over and greeted her softly, "Let's eat together later."

"Okay." Veronica agreed.

"It's hard to take care of the prisoners on an empty stomach. I originally wanted to come over and work the night shift after dinner." Isabella chatted with her. "But I happened to meet a colleague from the second ward on the way. She told me The cafeteria was making spicy hotpot today, so I came right over.”

Under the magical changes of Aiden, the warden, the canteen of the Rose Iron Prison introduced many dishes that should not exist in this world, and the standard was directly improved to a level comparable to that of specialty restaurants outside. Over time, Veronica Like other prison guards, he always stayed in the prison to eat working meals as much as possible.

"Yeah, I quite like that one too." Veronica responded while glancing at the prisoners who came to dine.

"The food in the cafeteria is good, but recently I discovered that the fat on my belly seems to have grown a bit, and I accidentally eat too much here..." Isabella sighed, "Veronica, do you have it?" "

"Not at all." Veronica denied, "I lost two pounds this month."

"How is that possible? I see that you usually eat almost twice as much as me!" Isabella said with disbelief written all over her face.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's not that exaggerated?" Veronica smiled and bumped her colleague with her shoulder.

"I'm not serious, how did you do it? Do you usually exercise?"

"Yes, when I'm not on night shift, I do a little exercise at night."

"What kind of exercise do you do? Let me refer to it." Isabella tried to learn from it.

"Five minutes of gymnastics and fifteen minutes of boxing with the sandbag. If it's not full moon or raining, I will run five kilometers on the street outside." Veronica thought for a while, "Sometimes I will do it on the road at night. When I encounter gangsters who want to do something to me, I can still practice some fighting skills at that time.”

"Really, are you too hardcore? Is this a 'little' exercise!?" Isabella was shocked.

"It's okay. I used to be more exaggerated when I was in the Mounted Police. Once we surrounded a gang stronghold and fought in a melee for an hour and a half. After that, I chased the escaped prisoner for more than ten kilometers through the alleys of the old city. Catch them all." Veronica replied lightly, "Werewolves and humans have different physiques and cannot be generalized. "

"You are really a werewolf." Isabella nodded with admiration, then raised a finger in an exaggerated manner, "Come on, when I make this gesture, it means you are..."

"Okay, okay, okay, don't play tricks, you're working, go back over there!"

Veronica drove her colleagues back to their positions and continued to focus on monitoring the prisoners present.

At this time, she saw a petite figure holding a dinner plate and sitting quite close to her.

It's Avantha.

Veronica couldn't help but look at her twice.

When she first came to work, she had paid more attention to this girl because she reminded her of her past self from Avansha.

She was very sympathetic to Aifansha's situation, but there was nothing she could do.

Fortunately, after the incident last month was resolved, Afansha's situation took a turn for the better.

At the request of Warden Aiden, Ivansha began to receive regular medication and transferred the abilities obtained through the devil's contract.

According to Aiden, the initial negotiations with the Inquisition and the Inquisition Bureau were relatively smooth. Over time, if Avantha behaves well enough, she will have a chance to be released from prison when her sentence is completed.

She has always stuck to her job and has not had much interaction with Afansha, but she is still quite happy for Afansha to get this result.

She watched Aifansha arranging the glass jars filled with sauces that she had brought from the cooking area - as the warden's gold-medal thug, Aifansha's treatment level in the prison was quite high. The side dishes are also allowed to have more choices, and you can even use any condiments.

She first started to spread jam on the sliced ​​bread, then ketchup, then yellow mustard... just like this, one layer after another, and finally piled up a large pile of mixture with exaggerated color and volume.

Veronica was a little frightened when she saw it - a normal person would probably be killed alive if he took one bite of this food.

However, when she saw Avansha picking up the piece of toast, and her unchanging poker face showed a hint of expectation with her eyes shining, she still did not choose to dissuade her.

She knew that because of her damaged sense of taste, Avansha always had to adjust the taste of food to be very exaggerated to make it difficult to eat.

Aifansha's lifespan is destined not to be too long, so rather than advising her to keep in good health meaninglessly, it is better to let her go.

Afansha just opened her mouth to the toast, and suddenly noticed Veronica's gaze. She closed her mouth and turned her face, just in time to catch Veronica's eyes.

Veronica was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to react.

"..."

"..."

The awkward silence lasted for more than ten seconds. Finally, Avasha looked at Veronica, then at the weirdly colored sliced ​​bread in her hand, and broke the silence.

"...Do you want to eat?" She broke off a small piece of bread and handed it over to her expressionlessly.

"No, you eat slowly." Veronica waved her hands repeatedly and looked away.

The prisoners sat in the cafeteria and ate step by step, just like usual.

It looks like today will be a peaceful day too.

Just as Veronica thought this, she suddenly noticed a prisoner who looked a little off - this prisoner ignored the nearby empty seats and walked directly to the innermost rows of tables, which were all full. Got people.

Moreover, she didn't have a dinner plate in her hand.

She was just about to blow the whistle to stop the prisoner, when the prisoner suddenly pounced on another prisoner who was having a meal from behind and strangled the other prisoner's neck with his arms. At the same time, he somehow had a sparkling weapon in his other hand. He stabbed the other person in the eye with his silver table knife: "Go to hell, Camilla!!"

The roar and the screams around him broke out almost simultaneously. The attacked prisoner reacted in time, grabbed the opponent's wrist, stood up suddenly, bent over hard, and threw the attacker over his shoulder to the dining table with incredible force. .