Chapter 394: Hyperion's First Job

On the basement level of Helrom Prison, several trainee prison guards were walking slowly in a dim corridor that led to the warden's office.

After passing through the teleportation hall, there is a suspension bridge where you can see the cells and prison guards on duty below.

From time to time, other prison guards wearing similar uniforms would pass by in the opposite direction. The faces of these prison guards looked more serious, and they walked quickly with focused and tired eyes. When they passed by the trainee prison guards, they might nod in greeting, but would soon return to their own busy work.

There were many prison guards with bitter faces, their faces full of worry and pressure, and they seemed to be busy solving some difficult problems.

After walking across several suspension bridges, Hyperion and the poet of great love came to the indoor space again. On both sides were tall bookshelves made of dark oak, filled with various heavy legal books and historical documents.

The prison guards handling clerical work in the office looked quite leisurely, as if they had no burden at all, with a smile on their faces. The seriousness and heaviness of the entire prison had nothing to do with them. Some of them were humming little songs, holding books in their hands, flipping through pages from time to time, completely immersed in their own world, much more comfortable than the prison guards at the basic level.

What's worse, when people chat by the office wall, the sound is absorbed by the walls of the corridor, leaving a slight echo.

“…”

Without paying too much attention to the prison guards on the underground floor, Hyperion and a few others walked past quickly.

From the work of the prison guards along the way, Hyperion discovered the diversity and complexity of the work and status of different prison guards on the first level below.

For some jobs, you only need your hands to do it, but for other jobs, you need to be ready to die.

The delegation and allocation of work is the task that the warden is responsible for.

As they approached the warden's office, they could feel the prison guards becoming increasingly sparse.

It seems that the other prison guards on the underground first floor had received their work arrangements for today this morning.

The arrival time of these trainee prison guards is slightly later than the working time of ordinary prison guards.

In front of me, the double doors of the warden's office were open, and on one side was a brass plate with the name of the room and the working hours of the warden on the first floor below ground.

Hyperion came to the door of the warden's office. She paused slightly to make sure there were no restrictions, then took the poet of great love into the thick brown wooden door that was not closed.

The interior of the spacious warden's office was decorated as exquisitely as the lobby. In the center of the lobby, there was an old world globe with the outlines of the continents on it having long since become blurred.

Next to it were rows of wooden bookshelves with some folders stacked on the table. The covers of these files were brand new, and the dark gold decorative patterns on the covers flickered faintly in the dim light. Between the bookshelves, the long corridors were paved with polished stone slabs, with complex geometric patterns vaguely visible.

As Hyperion led the great poet's arm deeper into the hall, their footsteps could be heard echoing in the silence, along with the occasional rustling sound from turning pages and the sounds of the magical instruments operating.

Around the world instrument, at the innermost side of the lobby, the office counters were connected to form a large long table, with a row of neatly arranged folders and pen holders.

The warden sat behind the desk. He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties, with a thin build and a serious face.

He was looking at the document intently, comparing it with the central control magic device on the negative first floor, and stamping it. He was wearing a neat warden's uniform, and his title, Warden Corendan, was printed on the nameplate on his chest.

When several trainee prison guards walked into the office, the warden did not pay attention to them immediately. Instead, he slowly raised his eyelids and looked through the lenses at these new young trainee prison guards.

Then he returned to his work.

"Mr. Corendan, we are students from the Protoss Royal School of Magic. Today we come to Helrom Prison to complete our prison guard internship assessment. Please assign us work tasks."

Hyperion stood in the warden's office, bowed slightly to the warden and said.

But the warden did not respond.

It was as if he didn't hear them or notice their presence at all, continuing to concentrate on his work.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Hyperion stood there with a little confusion. Every second seemed like a long wait.

She wasn't sure whether she should speak up again.

Finally, after the Corendam warden finished processing a few more documents, he put down the papers in his hand and looked at Hyperion who was standing not far away, waiting like a student being punished.

"Why didn't you knock when you came in just now?"

The Corendan warden slowly raised his head, his voice was low and powerful, and his eyes revealed an attitude that was difficult to guess.

Hyperion was stunned.

Due to the working mode of the first floor below ground, the office where the warden issues tasks is more of a public area, with prison guards frequently coming in and out, so she thought it was left open for efficiency reasons and did not think about knocking on the door.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Warden, we didn't think it through."

Hyperion immediately showed humility, with an apologetic tone in her voice.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Warden Corendan leaned back in his chair, picked up the glass of water on the table, took a sip, and looked at Hyperion nonchalantly.

"Here, rules are the most important. If you don't even know the most basic etiquette of knocking on the door, how can you abide by the institutionalized rules?"

His words were like an elder teaching a younger generation, not only pointing out their mistakes, but also carrying a kind of majesty that was irrefutable.

Hyperion did not refute, but just nodded.

She has a firm and calm look.

In this situation, appropriate humility and respect are the wisest options.

"Mr. Corendan Prison Warden, thank you for your reminder. We will remember this lesson and strictly abide by the rules in the future."

There was no complaint or dissatisfaction in her words, only sincere apology and commitment to the work.

“…”

When the warden heard this, his expression did not show much emotion.

He reached out and took a folder from a distance, opened it and took out several documents with the imperial seal, scanned them one by one with the central magic device in front of him, and then said to himself: "Go and complete them."

Following the warden's operation, the black bracelets of several trainee prison guards, led by Hyperion, began to emit deep red fluorescence, indicating their newly assigned tasks.

They lowered their heads slightly to check the information on the bracelet. Above the bracelet, there appeared a detailed task description and the specific requirements that needed to be executed.

Today is the fifth update. The last chapter may be a little late. I am still revising the text 　　 　 (this chapter is finished)