let's eat."After a moment's thought, Huberlian replied.Living with the Tata family wasn't a permanent arrangement, and eventually, I would feel embarrassed to stay at their place any longer.So over t...Chapter 394: Huberlian's First Job

In the basement of Hellestron Prison, a few trainee guards walked slowly down a dimly lit corridor leading to the warden's office. ●search.●

After stepping out of the teleportation hall, there's a suspension bridge. You can see the cells below and the guards on duty.

From time to time, other correctional officers in similar uniforms would brush past in the opposite direction. These officers had more serious expressions on their faces, walking quickly with focused yet weary eyes. When they passed the trainee officer, they might nod in greeting, but quickly returned to their busy duties.

Among them are prison guards with troubled expressions, their faces etched with worry and stress, as if they were grappling with a difficult problem.

After crossing several suspension bridges, Huberlyan led the great love poet back into an indoor space. On both sides were towering bookshelves made of dark oak, laden with weighty legal texts and historical documents.

The prison guard who handled clerical work in the office seemed quite relaxed, as if carrying no burden at all. A smile hung on his face, and the seriousness and heaviness of the entire prison seemed unrelated to him. He hummed a light tune, held a book in his hand, and occasionally flipped through a few pages, completely immersed in his own world. He was far more comfortable than the guards on the front lines.

...Some even chat idly by the office walls, their voices absorbed by the corridor's wall panels, leaving only a faint echo.

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Not paying much attention to the guard at the negative level, Huberlian led the others with brisk strides.

From her observations of correctional officers on the job, Huber learned about the diversity and complexity of work experiences and conditions for officers on different tiers within a prison.

Some jobs only require hands, while others need a fearless attitude to complete.

And the assignment and distribution of work are precisely the duties of the warden.

As their group neared the warden's office, they could sense the dwindling presence of prison guards.

It seems that the other guards on duty last night have already received their assignments for today this morning.

These student prison guards arrived a bit later than regular prison guards.

The double doors to the warden's office stood open before him. On one side, a brass plaque with the room's name and the warden's duty hours was embedded.

Hughbert arrived at the jailer's office door. She paused for a moment, making sure there were no restrictions, then brought the great poet of love into the thick brown wooden door that wasn't closed.

The spacious warden's office was decorated with the same meticulous care as the grand hall. In the center of the room stood an old world globe, its continental outlines long since blurred.

Next to it were rows of wooden bookshelves, with files piled on the tabletops. The covers of these dossiers were brand new, and the dark gold decorative patterns on them shimmered faintly in the dim light. Between the bookshelves, a long corridor paved with polished stone stretched out, with intricate geometric patterns visible between the stones.

As Huberlian led the small-armed bard deeper into the hall, their footsteps echoed in the silence, accompanied by the rustle of pages turning and the hum of magical devices.

Inside the grand hall, at the innermost part where the world globe stands, a desk counter connects into a large table, with neatly arranged files and pen holders lined up.

The warden sat behind his desk, a man in his fifties with a slender build and a stern expression.

He was intently watching the document, cross-referencing it with the control golem on the lower level, stamping it with his seal. He wore a crisp prison warden's uniform, and his nameplate on his chest read "Warden Colandrin."

When several trainee prison guards entered the office, the warden didn't immediately pay attention to them. He slowly raised his eyelids and, through his glasses, scrutinized the young new trainees.

Then he went back to his work.

"Mr. Corlan, we are students of the Protoss Royal Magic Academy. We are here at Helm's Deep Prison today to complete our warden internship assessments. Could you please assign us tasks"

Hubert knelt slightly in the warden's office and addressed the warden.

But the jailer remained unresponsive.

As if he hadn't heard them at all, or noticed their presence, he continued to concentrate on his work.

Time ticked by, Hyberlian standing there with a hint of unease. Each second seemed like an eternity of waiting.

She wasn't sure if she should reach out again.

Finally, after the warden of Colenden had finished processing a few more documents and set down the papers in his hand, he looked at Huberlian who stood at a distance, waiting like a student in detention.

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

Corland, the warden, slowly raised his head. His voice was low and powerful, his eyes betraying a hint of an unreadable expression.

Huberly was taken aback.

Because of the open-plan office layout, the warden's office was more like a public area, with guards frequently coming and going. Therefore, she believed it was left open out of efficiency considerations and hadn't thought about knocking on the door.

"I apologize, Jailer sir. We weren't thorough enough."

Huperly immediately showed a humble attitude, her voice filled with apology.

Corlan, the warden, leaned back in his chair, picked up a glass of water from the table, took a sip, and looked at Huberlian casually.

Here, rules are the most important. You don't even understand the basic courtesy of knocking on a door, how can you possibly follow the established regulations

His words were like those of an elder admonishing a younger person. He not only pointed out their mistakes but also carried a kind of undeniable authority.

Huperblyan didn't refute, she just nodded.

She has a determined and composed gaze.

In such a situation, appropriate humility and respect are the wisest choices.

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

Her words held no complaints or dissatisfaction, only sincere apology and a commitment to her work.

"……"

The jailer didn't show much emotion when he heard this.

He reached out from afar and took a file folder. He opened it and took out several documents already stamped with the Imperial Seal. Using the central magical device in front of him, he scanned them one by one, then murmured to himself: "Go and complete them."

As the warden operated it, several probationary prison guards led by Huberley began to glow with a deep red fluorescence on their black wristbands, indicating newly assigned tasks.

They slightly lowered their heads to check the information on their wristbands. Above the wristbands, detailed task descriptions and specific requirements to be executed appeared.

Today is the fifth update, the last chapter may be a little later, I'm still revising it.

(The End)

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