The warden who guards the witches

Aiden was stunned by Ophelia's actions, but Veronica had already taken action.

She handed the prisoners who got up to go to the toilet to Isabella to lead her. She walked directly between the two of them and looked at Ophelia first: "What's going on with you?"

"This bitch is provoking me. She keeps telling me with that thing that she wants to use it as a tea bag for me after she uses it up." Ophelia pointed at the prisoner and said.

Aiden burst out laughing outside the window. This kind of racial joke was quite harsh to the vampires. It was a shame Ophelia could endure it.

The prisoner on the other end started to get angry: "Wow! He is indeed a royal prince of the blood clan, and he is reporting to the teacher——"

Veronica turned around sharply and cut off her words with a look as sharp as a knife.

"Did I ask you to speak?" Veronica asked coldly.

The prisoner immediately shuddered. Veronica still had a strong deterrent effect on most prisoners in the core area.

"No..." The prisoner swallowed.

"Don't interfere with me when I ask questions. You will know it next time." Veronica warned word for word, "Speak now, what's going on?"

At this moment, Aiden felt that he saw his own shadow in Veronica - this girl was really good at learning, and was even better than him in terms of ruthlessness and intimidation.

With Veronica here, it seemed that there was no need for him, the warden, to go in and resolve the matter himself.

"I just...just made a joke, hahahaha..." The prisoner realized something was wrong and laughed dryly.

"That's true, right?" Veronica looked expressionless and looked at the other prisoners nearby, "Is that so?"

The prisoners nodded silently.

"You are very talented, and you want to cause trouble even if I see it?" Veronica turned her attention back to the prisoner who provoked Ophelia.

"Hey, officer, do you need to be so serious? It's just a joke..." The prisoner tried to apologize.

"This is working time. You are not allowed to speak when you are working in the workshop. You are also provocative with racial jokes. You can't see me standing on top..." Veronica said slowly, "It's still okay. Did the rules you were asked to memorize when you were in prison leak out of your head? "

It is very common for prisoners to provoke each other with bad words in the core area, but provocations suspected of racial group discrimination may be suspected of inciting violent crimes or even collective riots. Even in ordinary areas, similar conflicts can easily turn into group fights when they break out, so It is expressly prohibited in the regulations.

"I, I didn't..." the prisoner defended with a stiff expression.

"After work in the morning, leave half an hour to clean the toilet. After cleaning, go to eat." Veronica handed down the punishment result, "Do you understand?"

"Not a police officer..."

"I'm asking if you understand." Veronica repeated.

"Ming...I understand." The other party shrank completely.

The great revenge was avenged, and Ophelia raised the corners of her mouth with pleasure.

"Then keep working!" After Veronica ordered, she turned to look at the window.

Aiden silently gave her a thumbs up in approval.

Veronica smiled and returned to the front of the workshop.

After lunch, it’s time to relax.

The prisoners in the core area walked around in circles in the playground. Since it was a cloudy day for a long time, Ophelia also walked around for a while, and then sat down on a bench next to the iron fence wall.

Later, Aiden, who came here for inspection, appeared behind her and talked to her through the iron fence: "It seems that you have really become more honest."

Ophelia immediately turned her head and frowned when she saw Aiden: "What?"

"I happened to see what happened in the workshop this morning. To be honest, I was really shocked. Is this the Ophelia I know?" Aiden smiled jokingly.

"What do you mean?" Ophelia frowned unhappily.

"If it were you before, don't say this kind of racial provocation, just make a few jokes and start a war. I finally started to know how to abide by the rules, I am very happy." Aiden smiled.

"Fuck you, I'm just too lazy to fight." Ophelia turned away.

"Your sentence is very long, but there are actually many opportunities to reduce your sentence...but the premise is that you must always abide by the rules." Aiden said slowly.

He could see that Ophelia's state of mind had changed a lot. Although she still had a bad attitude towards him, she no longer had the inexplicable sense of superiority that she felt when she regarded herself as the prince of the blood clan.

At least the airy "I am the prince" was no longer heard.

"I don't need you to lecture me. I know what to do myself." Ophelia looked bored.

"You have the opportunity to meet twice a week, and your brother will probably come to see you again in three days..."

"I don't know this man. My whole family is dead." Ophelia became angry when she remembered what happened in the morning.

"If we don't meet him, you won't even have the chance to scold him." Aiden advised.

"Mind your own business and go away. I feel so bad every time I talk to you!" Ophelia waved her hand.

Aiden smiled and put his hands behind his back to walk away.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Ophelia suddenly turned around and called him.

Aiden, who was about to turn around, glanced at her: "What?"

"I remember you said that being your thug could reduce your sentence, right?" Ophelia asked Aiden.

"Don't make it sound like I'm a gang leader." Aiden replied, "I will choose model prisoners to work for me. You should have known that when you were a groundhog that day."

Ofelia certainly remembers it clearly. After all, when she escaped from prison, she was forcibly persuaded to return by three red-alert prisoners. When she followed the riot of Meliu Jinnu, she was stabbed in the back by Arsena and Dai Li.

"...Is there any vacancy?" Ophelia asked after a moment of silence.

"Huh?" Aiden raised his eyebrows.

"I asked you if you are still recruiting people!" Ophelia raised her voice slightly.

"What? Do you want to compete for the top position?" Aiden couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

In the past, the discipline breaker who could not be honest in prison actually began to actively seek jobs as thugs around him.

"I just don't want to stay in this hellish place for more than 150 years. Who can bear to stay with a bastard like you for so long?" Ophelia said with a cold face, "I'm better than those guys. If you hit me too much, you don’t know how to appreciate me.”

"One hundred and fifty years, I can't live that long." Aiden smiled helplessly, "I also have conditions for selecting people, and they don't just have to be able to fight. If you want to do something for me in exchange for a reduced sentence, at least you must be a good person first. A model prisoner."

"It's so troublesome..." Ophelia turned away.

"Everything must be done according to the rules. This is a prison." Aiden turned around and said, "I'll take note of your application for the time being. Then behave well."