ed and cheered for the demon classmates' performance. He seemed to have fully integrated into this class!Last night I updated at 0:00, but the server crashed and it wasn't until a little past 1:00 tha...Chapter 399: Rance's Students Are All Super Social

Protoss Royal Academy of Magic, Redmund Tower, Third Floor Council Chamber.

After the communication was cut off, Warden Bakas' expression still seemed to indicate that the atmosphere was somewhat awkward.

"Locke, I promise this won't happen again."

He put the phone down and immediately turned to Lance, apologizing sincerely again.

Although Rocky McCasi's attitude was very gentle just now, and it didn't seem to affect his mood because of this little incident, he cared more about the students and hoped that they could learn and grow in a fair and just environment.

But Bacchus always felt he couldn't read Lockie Maccassary's mind.

"It's alright, Bacchus. Thank you so much for taking care of me."

Lanci smiled faintly, his eyes filled only with sincerity and gratitude.

That was a captivating gaze, like he not only hoped you'd believe him, but was also saying "he'll always believe in you."

Bakas stared at those emerald eyes for a long time.

He shook his head.

"Of course, it's what I should be doing."

Bacchus spoke to himself.

Ranch patted Bakas on the back and led him all the way back to the sofa, sitting down separately on two adjacent sofas.

"Bacchus, let's continue our previous conversation. Could you tell me more about your time in Herlohm Prison I find it fascinating."

Ranch spoke in a calm voice, gracefully and expertly pouring two cups of tea, placing one before Bacchus and the other before himself. He then resumed his patient listening posture, gazing at Warden Bacchus.

"Hmm, yes, just now we were talking about the state of affairs at the prison..."

Bakas picked up the teacup, sipped it delicately, and a very relaxed smile appeared on his face.

"I once implemented vocational training programs and educational courses to help inmates learn new skills and prepare for reintegration into society. Statistics show that inmates who participated in these programs had a significantly lower recidivism rate than the average. This is beneficial not only for the inmates themselves but also alleviates social burden and reduces the risk of reoffending. However, my ideas pale in comparison to yours. You directly enable them to re-enter society in a different way. I believe we are helping inmates face and solve their problems, fostering a positive and healthy outlook on life. This is truly remarkable. Changing someone's mindset is about changing their future."

Their conversation once again fell into a harmonious rhythm, and they began to speak freely on a wide range of topics, from the education of students and convicts to the security of Helronm, from the study of measurement statistics to strategies in the northern territories of the Empire.

This conversation seems to be going deeper, both parties appear to be especially relaxed.

……

In the warden's office of Helrm's lower level prison, Warden Corlan sat in his chair, his hands still trembling slightly, staring at the table, deep in thought.

On the desk, files, a fountain pen, even the magic device lay still and silent. The light from the hanging lamp seemed particularly bright in the still air of the underground chamber, illuminating Warden Corlan's face but unable to pierce the gloom in his eyes.

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

He looked up at the five student correctional officers.

"Hello everyone, I may have been a bit too harsh just now. You are all new here and there's still a lot for you to learn. Don't worry, I will arrange some tasks that are more suitable for you."

Corlan, the prison warden, wore a fawning smile and his voice was unusually mild.

After changing his attitude, he constantly shifted his gaze across the faces of the intern prison guards, trying to find clues about their reactions and emotions in their expressions.

The two girls' faces were relatively soft, seeming to hold a watching attitude toward his change.

However, the three trainee prison guards standing behind them were a different story altogether.

"..."

Hughbert was silent. He looked again at the great poet, with a glance of something akin to admiration.

She probably understood that it was Lance who had complained to Warden Bakas at the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.

Huberlian wanted to complain about something, but seeing the natural and innocent look in her eyes, she seemed to be saying, "See, things have changed," as if taking credit for it.

You are the best.

Hubleyan finally reluctantly nodded, giving Lance his approval and encouragement.

It's enough not to spend merit, it's enough not to spend merit.

"Hmm."

The great love poet seemed to have received some kind of signal, nodded with satisfaction, and felt a surge of inspiration.

"Then I must show you two more tricks to let you see the ability of our school students entering society."

Just right, we can have Huberlian appraised by his peers on the fruits of his education at Protosian Royal Academy of Magic and the professionalism of an exemplary student.

He always felt that students shouldn't just study, they should also connect with society!

Confident in his own actions, the warden Coronel didn't change his attitude towards the poet even for a moment. Instead, he turned back to the three members of the Heavenly Fist sect.

"Please coordinate the follow-up matters with the jailer."

The great poet indicated.

"Yes."

Three people suddenly strode forward, appearing in the blink of an eye before Warden Correndon's desk, blocking him. They stared intently at him with their heads bowed.

The male cleric went even further, going directly over the counter and leaning down beside Warden Corlan, placing his arm on the warden's shoulder and bringing his face close to him as if about to speak.

What do you guys want to do

Kieran feels like these three people aren't really trying to have a good conversation.

Their expressions remained cold and disdainful, their eyes radiating arrogance. Their demeanor was firm, showing no willingness to negotiate even when faced with the warden's softened attitude.

This aura made Warden Correndon uneasy. He started to worry if he had misjudged the personalities and level of insanity of these young men. He felt, inexplicably, that these seemingly ordinary intern guards had, in an instant, displayed such a strong and professional criminal air.

"The boss wants us to give you a message. You don't think you're going to try and stiff us on what you owe, do you"

The male priest's voice was deep and slow.

"Ahem, what do I owe you guys First of all, classmates, please calm down and let's talk this through..."

Colonel Dan, the prison warden, coughed to try and ease the tension. He was about to speak and ask them what they wanted.

But before he could finish speaking, the three probationary guards' eyes became even colder, their gazes filled with a ruthless determination: "Pay your debt, or pay with your life."

This serious and playful atmosphere made Warden Corlan's words gradually get stuck in his throat, he swallowed nervously.

Nearby, Huberley stared in disbelief.

She had just begun to believe Lan Qi, but as soon as the three of them opened their mouths, she felt something was wrong.

Isn't "society" an adjective rather than a noun

(The End)

[ ]ll surely become the strongest person in this world."If it were suggested by an ordinary student, it would only result in a burst of laughter.But Lan Qi is different, he has this capital to be proud o...