Don't confiscate my citizenship

Protos Royal Academy of Magic, meeting hall on the third floor of Red Mond Building.

After the communication was hung up, Warden Backas's expression still showed that the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"Rocky, I promise this will never happen again."

He stabilized the microphone, immediately turned to Ranchi, and apologized again in a sincere manner.

Although Rocky McCarthy's attitude was very mild just now, it seemed that this episode did not affect his mood. He was more concerned about the students and hoped that the students could learn in a fair and just environment. and growth.

But Backus always felt that he couldn't read Rocky McCarthy's mind.

"It's okay, Bakas. Thank you very much for taking care of me."

Lan Qi smiled slightly, with only sincerity and gratitude in his eyes.

It was a charming look, as if he not only wanted you to believe in him, but also told the fact that "he will always believe in you."

Bakas stared at the emerald green pupils for a long time.

Then he shook his head.

"Yes, it's what I should do."

Bakas said to himself.

Lan Qi patted Bakas on the back, led him all the way back to the sofa, and sat on two adjacent sofas.

"Bakas, let's continue the topic we just talked about. Please tell me more about your prison in Herrom. I like to hear it."

Lan Qi said in a calm voice. He poured two cups of tea elegantly and deftly and placed them in front of Bakas and himself. Then he still looked at Warden Bakas with the same look of patient listening.

"Hmph, okay, I just talked about the operating conditions of the prison..."

Bakas picked up the teacup, took a sip, and showed a very comfortable smile.

“I have promoted vocational training programs and educational courses to help prisoners learn new skills and prepare them to return to society. Statistics show that prisoners who participate in these programs have a significantly lower than average rate of re-offending. This is It is not only beneficial to the prisoners themselves, but also reduces the burden on society and reduces the risk of re-offending. But my idea is far less clever than yours. You directly let them return to society in another way. I believe that we It is helping prisoners face and solve their problems and cultivate a positive and healthy attitude towards life. This is a great thing. Changing a person's mentality is to change his future."

The conversation between the two restored the previous harmonious atmosphere, and they began to talk freely again, ranging from the education of students and prisoners to the security of Helrom, from the scholarship of metrology and statistics to the strategy of the northern part of the empire.

The conversation seemed to be more in-depth this time, and both of them seemed particularly relaxed.

…

Helrom was in the warden's office on the first floor of the prison. The Corondan warden was sitting in his office chair, his hands still trembling slightly, staring at the table with deep thoughts.

The documents, pens, and even magic devices on the desk were lying there quietly without a trace of sound. The light from the chandelier was particularly bright in the still underground air, and it was projected on the face of the Corondan warden. But it couldn't illuminate the haze in his eyes.

Finally, he seemed to have figured out the current situation.

He looked up at the five trainee prison guards.

"Dear students, I may have been a little too harsh just now. You are new here and you must still have a lot to learn. Don't worry, I will arrange some tasks that are more suitable for you."

The Corondan warden had a flattering smile on his face, and his tone became unusually calm.

After he changed his attitude, his eyes kept wandering on the faces of the trainee prison guards, trying to find clues to their reactions and emotions from their expressions.

The faces of the two girls were relatively soft, and they seemed to have a wait-and-see attitude towards his transformation.

However, the three trainee prison guards standing behind them were completely different.

"..."

Hyperion fell silent upon hearing this, and looked at each other for a moment with the great love poet.

She probably understood that it was Lan Qi who complained directly to Warden Barkas at Protos Royal Academy of Magic.

Hyperion wanted to complain about something, but when she saw the natural girl's eyes in front of her, the expression seemed to say "Look, things have changed", as if she was asking for credit.

"you are the best."

Hyperion finally nodded helplessly, giving Lan Qi recognition and encouragement.

It’s fine if you don’t spend any merit, it’s fine if you don’t spend any merit.

"Um."

The poet seemed to have received some signal and nodded with satisfaction, feeling a little more energetic again.

"Then I have to show you my skills again and let you see the ability of our school students to go into society."

It's just right that Hyperion can appreciate the educational achievements he has achieved at Protus Royal Academy of Magic and the professionalism of outstanding students.

He has always felt that students cannot just study, they must connect with society!

Convinced that he had done a good job, the Great Love Poet did not pay any attention to the Corondan Warden whose attitude had changed, but turned back to look at the three Tyrant Priests.

"You guys should discuss the follow-up matters with Mr. Warden."

The poet of great love instructed.

"yes."

The three of them immediately strode out, and in an instant they were in front of the Corondan warden's office counter, blocking him and staring down at him.

The male priest among them even climbed over the counter, bowed next to the Corondan warden, put his arm on his shoulders, and put his face very close to him, as if he wanted to ask him something.

"What do you want to do?"

Kolendan always felt like these three people didn't want to communicate well.

Their expressions were still stern, their eyes revealed disdain, and their aura was tough. Even if their attitude softened in the face of the warden, they showed no sign of wanting to negotiate.

This aura made the warden of Colendam feel a little uneasy. He began to worry that he had misjudged the character and madness of these young people. He felt inexplicably that these seemingly ordinary trainee guards showed such strong and violent emotions in an instant. Professional criminal temperament.

"The boss asked us to pass on a message. You owe us, so you won't want to default on it, right?"

asked the clergyman in a deep and slow voice.

"Ahem, what do I owe you? First of all, students, please calm down and talk carefully if you have anything to say..."

The Corondan warden coughed, trying to ease the tense atmosphere, and was about to ask what they wanted.

But before he finished speaking, the harshness in the eyes of the three trainee prison guards became more obvious, and there was a cruel meaning of "either pay the debt or pay with life" hidden in their eyes.

This no-joke atmosphere made the Corondan warden's words gradually stop in his throat and he swallowed.

Hyperion, who was not far away, was stunned.

She just kind of believed Lan Qi, but as soon as the three people spoke, she felt something was wrong.

Is your "society" an adjective rather than a noun? !