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Chapter 399: Lanchi's Students are Super Sociable
Chapter 399: Lanchi's Students are Super Sociable
In the discussion hall on the third floor of the Redmond Building, within the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
Even after the call ended, the expression on Chief Warden Bacchus' face remained awkward.
"Rocky, I assure you that this won't happen again."
He put down the receiver and immediately turned to Lanchi, offering another sincere apology.
Although Rocky McCarthy had been very gentle just now and didn't seem affected by the incident, he was more concerned about his students and hoped that they could study and grow in a fair and just environment.
However, Bacchus always felt that he couldn't see through Rocky McCarthy's thoughts.
"It's okay, Bacchus. Thank you so much for your care."
Lanchi smiled gently, his eyes filled with sincerity and gratitude.
It was a captivating gaze, as if he wanted you not only to believe in him but also to convey the fact that he would always believe in you.
Bacchus stared at those emerald green irises for a long time.
Then he shook his head.
"It's my duty. It's what I should be doing."
Bacchus muttered to himself.
Lanchi patted Bacchus on the back and led him back to the sofa, taking a seat on the adjacent couch.
"Bacchus, let's continue our previous conversation. Please, tell me more about your work at Herrom Prison. I enjoy hearing about it."
Lanchi spoke in a calm voice as he elegantly and skillfully poured two cups of tea, placing one in front of Bacchus and the other in front of himself. He maintained a patient and attentive demeanor as he looked towards the chief warden.
"Well, as I was saying earlier, regarding the management of the prison..."
Bacchus picked up his teacup, took a delicate sip, and revealed a relaxed smile.
"I once implemented vocational training programs and educational courses to help inmates learn new skills and prepare them for reintegration into society. Statistics show that prisoners who participated in these programs had a significantly lower recidivism rate than the average. This not only benefits the inmates themselves but also reduces the burden on society and lowers the risk of reoffending. But my ideas are far less brilliant than yours; you've directly given them another chance at life in society. I believe that we are helping prisoners face and solve their problems and fostering a positive and healthy attitude towards life. It's a noble endeavor—changing someone's mindset changes their future."
The conversation between the two men resumed its previous harmonious tone as they delved into various topics, from the education of students and prisoners to the security of Herrom, and from quantitative statistical academics to the northern imperial strategy.
This time, their dialogue seemed to go even deeper, and both men appeared exceptionally relaxed.
...
In the chief jailer's office on the negative first floor of Herrom Prison, Chief Jailer Kolendan sat in his chair, his hands still slightly trembling as he stared at the desk, deep in thought.
The documents, pens, and even the magic conductors on the desk lay quietly, not making a sound. The light from the chandelier seemed especially bright in the still underground air, shining on Chief Jailer Kolendan's face but failing to illuminate the gloom in his eyes.
Finally, he seemed to have sorted out the current situation.
He looked up at the five trainee jailers.
"Everyone, I may have been a bit too harsh just now. You're new here, and there's still a lot for you to learn. Don't worry; I'll assign you some tasks that are more suitable for your level."
A sycophantic smile hung on Chief Jailer Kolendan's face, and his tone had become unusually peaceful.
After changing his attitude, Kolendan's gaze shifted among the trainee jailers' faces, seeking clues to their reactions and emotions.
The two young women had relatively softer expressions, seemingly adopting a wait-and-see approach to his transformation.
However, the three trainee jailers standing behind them were a stark contrast.
"..."
Upon hearing this, Hyberrian fell silent and shared another glance with Dai Poet.
She had a fairly good idea that Lanchi had gone straight to Chief Warden Bacchus to report the incident at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
Hyberrian wanted to retort, but seeing the naive look in the young woman's eyes, as if saying, "Look, the situation has changed, thanks to me," she seemed to be angling for praise.
"You're the best."
Hyberrian finally nodded helplessly, giving Lanchi acknowledgment and encouragement.
As long as it didn't involve any favors, all was well.
"Mhm."
Dai Poet, as if receiving some signal, nodded in satisfaction and felt a surge of enthusiasm.
"Then I must show you another trick or two to demonstrate our students' capabilities when they enter society."
In fact, it was a perfect opportunity to showcase to Hyberrian the educational outcomes and excellent professional qualities of the students from the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
He always believed that students shouldn't just bury themselves in books but also learn to connect with society!
Confident in his methods, Dai Poet paid no heed to Kolendan's change in attitude. Instead, he turned to the three Bastion Priests.
"You three, discuss the follow-up matters with the Chief Jailer."
Dai Poet instructed.
"Yes."
The three trainee jailers immediately strode forward, reaching Kolendan's counter in an instant and blocking him in. They lowered their heads, staring intently at him.
The male priest even went over the counter and stood next to Kolendan, resting his arm on the jailer's shoulder and leaning in close as if he wanted to whisper something.
"What do you want?"
Kolendan felt that these three individuals didn't seem to be interested in a peaceful conversation.
Their expressions remained cold and disdainful, and their auras were forceful. Even with Kolendan's softened attitude, they showed no signs of negotiation.
This unnerved Kolendan, who began to question if he had misjudged the personalities and levels of craziness of these young people. He felt that these seemingly ordinary trainee jailers had suddenly exuded a strong and professional criminal aura.
"Our boss sent us to deliver a message. You owe us, and you wouldn't want to renege on that, would you?"
The deep and slow voice of the male priest sent a chill down Kolendan's spine.
"Ahem, what do I owe you? First of all, everyone, please calm down, and let's talk this through..."
Kolendan coughed, trying to ease the tense atmosphere, intending to ask them what they wanted.
But before he could finish, the three trainee jailers' piercing gazes intensified, their eyes conveying a clear message: "Pay up or pay with your life."
The serious tone, devoid of any hint of a joke, caused Kolendan's words to lodge in his throat. He swallowed nervously.
Hyberrian, not far away, was stunned.
She had just started to believe in Lanchi, but the moment these three individuals spoke, her doubts resurfaced.
Is your "society" an adjective and not a noun?!
(End of Chapter)
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