Chapter 257 Final Exam Ends
Mr. "King" Augustus was eventually placed by Aiwass in White Queen for temporary residence.
After settling him down, Aiwass and Isabel returned to the Temple of Silver and Tin.
For his own safety, and to prevent him from escaping, Augustus was effectively placed under house arrest. He was monitored and protected by at least six inspectors in shifts, and three servants from the Temple of Silver and Tin were responsible for taking care of his daily life and reporting on his every move.
But even so, the "King" was moved to tears.
Good person!
Oh no.
What a fox!
Before this, he was even prepared to go to jail.
The prisons in Avalon were different from those in Star Antimony. The most common form of punishment and work there was running on a treadmill.
Each treadmill is like a seven-person hamster wheel, separated by a partition to prevent them from touching each other. Connected to the bottom is a wheel and axle device that can grind corn and other grains.
Once this device is running, it will continue to spin due to inertia. As a result, once all seven people start running, no one can stop. The prisoners are required to run for three hours at a time, twice a day, while those with serious criminal charges run three times a day. The amount of exercise is equivalent to climbing a mountain three or four thousand meters above sea level.
This would turn the prison into a large mill, and the prisoners' energy would be completely exhausted by the machine. As long as they controlled their diet, they would naturally have no extra energy to escape or fight.
The treadmill's speed wasn't particularly fast. After all, it wasn't idling; it was grinding grain. But the amount of exercise was essentially equivalent to climbing stairs non-stop.
The most terrifying aspect of this kind of labor was that while working, all one could see was the white walls in front of them and on either side—white being the color of the Silver Crown Dragon, and seven being his sacred number. While being punished, they were also worshiping him.
Because of this, the prisoners will not faint or die suddenly on the treadmill, but will be able to recover slowly... But because of this, the body's self-protection restrictions will be gradually opened, causing their physical strength to be increasingly drained.
Besides this, the prisoners had no other decorations and could not see the time. Therefore, they had no idea how much longer they had to work, or how long they had already worked. Even when they returned to their cells, they had little energy to chat with others.
As time went by, he didn't even know how long he had been in prison or how long he would have to stay there.
Therefore, the Avalon jailers did not need to use restraints or torture instruments to beat or torture the prisoners, but they could make the prisoners fear the prison. After they were released from prison, they rarely dared to break the law again and return to prison.
This is completely different from Xing Antimony.
The prison in Xingti wasn't much different from the slums. There were gangs, rules, bootleg liquor, and frequent fights. Normally, the prisoners worked in the prison workshop, occasionally reading and exercising. Instead, they were often dragged out by the guards and tortured as punishment.
But the king would rather be imprisoned in Xingbi and tortured than be imprisoned in Avalon.
Having already prepared himself for this, even if Aiwass directly threatened to put him under house arrest, he would only be grateful for Minister Moriarty's magnanimity and hope that Avalon would quickly bring his family over.
Augustus certainly knew that free things are the most expensive -
It seemed Avalon was willing to take his family in, freeing them from Xingti's custody and kidnapping, at no cost. But in reality, this meant the rest of his life—and since his family was already in Avalon, it would be even harder for him to escape. It was easy to escape alone, but taking his family with him was practically impossible.
——But so what?
Avalon had gone to great lengths to recruit him and his family, which meant Avalon needed him. Although Augustus himself didn't know what he could do, it was better than staying in Xingti and slowly dying of poverty.
The place where he is currently under house arrest is even a villa in the White Queen District of the capital - he even has a butler and two servants responsible for taking care of and watching over him!
In order to entertain him and also to test his level... Aiwass also specifically instructed these servants to buy some raw materials for Augustus and let him make plant essential oils at home using professional equipment.
Aiwass and Isabel are still concentrating on their exams this week.
After this week, all of Aiwass's subjects will be settled.
Isabel is one year older than Aiwass and has signed up for more elective courses. She has more courses and has three exams next week.
Finally, he got five perfect scores, which pretty much confirmed his advancement to the third level. So, he slightly lowered his score on the final Star Antimony Language and Iris Language, only taking the two three-petal flowers.
In fact, if he had written seriously, he should have been able to get at least five petals. But in this case, with five "flawless" and two "exceeding expectations", he would definitely be the top of their level.
But Aiwass hopes to leave some opportunities for other talents.
Although Aiwass also had five very scary flawless flowers, he got three petals below the four-petal flower - the chief must have at least four petals above the "normal level" in all subjects. It is impossible to be the chief if he only has one three-petal flower representing "passing".
Haina graduated early and has even been working for almost half a year.
Although she still hadn't been assigned her own griffin, she clearly didn't have to worry too much about final exams. Aside from a few electives that still required some rehearsals, she'd already completed all the others. And the grades for those electives weren't really that important... Even so, Haena still spent a few weeks studying after work to give herself a chance to achieve perfect scores.
After taking the test, Aiwass, feeling relieved, gathered with Haina at Bishop Mathers's house.
"Do you really want to get a perfect score, Senior?"
Aiwass was a little curious: "Your graduation results are no longer of any use to you now, right?"
“It’s a kind of obsession…”
Haina was so happy that she couldn't help but kiss her diploma while breathing in the fresh scent of ink.
Then she turned around and explained to Aiwass, "You know... I'm not actually very smart. I'm just good at studying."
--really.
You're really not very smart, Aiwass thought.
This beautiful and gifted country girl is still a country girl at heart. She spends her days studying and training, and now, after several months of experience on the front line, she is still clumsy.
Despite possessing a wealth of theoretical knowledge and possessing exceptional skills compared to his peers, he still struggled with practical application. Not only was he struggling with theoretical knowledge, but even combat was a bit of a struggle.
She seemed to have a strange sense of disconnection - as if it was not herself but Haina who learned the skills through the system.
Aiwass's skill level was directly improved by the system, but it was not as disparate as Haina's.
Fortunately, although Meg had successfully reincarnated before, her promise to Haena was still valid.
Now Haina has also become Ligeia's official disciple.
If nothing unexpected happens, she will be transferred to the Arbitration Court after she is promoted again. Currently, she is still in the Supervision Bureau, just accumulating work experience.
Aiwas even speculated that the Supervisory Bureau never gave Haina a griffin because they were not sure what size griffin to give her.
Because even before Meg noticed Haena, her grades were ridiculously high. It was likely that after a while, she would be transferred to the Inspectorate or the Arbitration Office.
Griffins, on the other hand, are essentially permanent. You can't get a bad one and then get a good one after a promotion, or have the old one die and then find someone else to replace it—the griffon is tied to their career. Even Meg herself, after her own griffon died, hasn't used her position to get a new one in all these years.
This is not only a rule, but also love.
As companions of the people of Avalon, griffins were not simply pets; nor were griffin riders their masters, but rather their human companions. Since the path levels of humans and griffins could rise simultaneously, it meant that their souls had in fact merged.
Because of this, the griffin can share its ability to fly at high speeds after transforming into wind element with its companions.
Otherwise, at their top speed, the mere flight of a griffin would likely stir up a storm on the ground, tearing down trees. A griffin's body wouldn't be strong enough to withstand that kind of pressure, let alone a human's.
But they don't need to resist.
Because the griffin is the darling of the storm.
Even a force 18 typhoon wouldn't harm even a young griffin. A pureblooded griffin can transform its essence into a storm. It's like a human using tools; it's a natural talent that can be mastered without instruction.
Because of this, most griffins could only reach full speed when flying with a companion—in this state, the other companions riding on their backs would fall directly after the griffin accelerated. Even the Great Guardian's griffin that Aiwass had previously ridden, which could control the surrounding wind to prevent Aiwass from being blown off, did not dare to reach full speed.
"I am now almost certain that you can get a white-feathered griffin."
Aiwass smiled and told her the good news.
He was also genuinely happy for Haena. In a sense, Haena was like a good brother to him, and there was no pressure in getting along with her.
“So cool?!”
Haina exclaimed in surprise: "Strong——"
Although her words were a little vulgar for a girl, they were just right for her.
(End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com