opment strategy, the door of the conference room was pushed open.The vice principal walked in, closed the meeting room door, and returned to the seat beside Lance, saying:"Sir, the new academy rules h...Chapter 395: Huberlian Breaks into a Cold Sweat

When five probationary prison guards from the Protos Royal Academy of Magic were silently reviewing their work assignments on their wristbands in the warden's office, a stiff atmosphere quietly descended upon them. (Due to caching reasons, please have users directly browse the website to view the fastest chapter updates.)

In a short time, they quickly glanced at each other's wristbands to see the mission details displayed.

The negative level serves as the least severe level of this prison, housing inmates ranging from weak to moderately strong. They are typically serving sentences estimated between 1 and 10 years. While they are generally not hardened criminals, this doesn't mean that guards tasked with maintaining order don't face a risk to their lives.

Along the way, they saw a number of simpler tasks, such as supervising prisoners in their daily labor activities, cleaning, or other physical labor, ensuring that the prisoners maintained order and that work proceeded smoothly.

Of course, there's also the organization and categorization of repeat offender files, which is more clerical work. This involves organizing and updating information on a batch of repeat offenders, including the convict's personal history, criminal record, and behavioral assessment reports.

Even the most casual, routine security patrols only require periodic checks of designated areas. Once a security hazard is detected, a corresponding report and response should be made according to the situation.

And the five of them were assigned tasks that were almost always dangerous: repairing areas in high-risk zones, mediating disputes between higher-level inmates, and even monitoring the solitary confinement cells for special prisoners. These prisoners were isolated individually because they possessed extremely violent tendencies and unpredictable behavior patterns. Guards had to closely monitor their every move during routine checks, ensuring that they didn't cause any disturbances or attempt to escape their cells.

Logically speaking, this should be a good thing for them as they are looking for more duty points.

But the problem is that these obviously more difficult tasks don't have as many duty points as expected, only an average of less than 50 duty points.

And it also needs to consider the length of time, the extremely high risk of failure and the penalty for deduction.

Based on the salary of prison guards at Herlholm Prison, after conversion, it is found that even if all tasks are successfully completed, the service points earned converted into wages would only reach a level slightly higher than the average prison guard's salary.

It's clearly a bunch of tasks that nobody wants to do, thankless and arduous.

At this moment, Huberlian also almost understood. On this level, the difference in task quality was significant, directly affecting the efficiency of acquiring service points.

At their current rate, even if the five of them worked themselves to death, they probably wouldn't be able to reach the minimum duty point for Level -2 today, even if they worked all day.

"Aren't you going to work What use are you to me if you just stay here"

Just as they were about to exchange a few words, the warden's voice came from behind his desk.

This sudden sound interrupted their thoughts.

Although the warden's voice clearly held a tone of expulsion, these probationary prison guards did not immediately leave.

" Warden, thank you very much for assigning us this mission. But if possible, we would like to have a mission that is more challenging and offers higher duty points."

Huberly stepped forward, her voice both respectful and earnest.

「……」

Corlandan the warden regarded Huberlian with a single, discerningly skeptical look.

His expression grew even more austere.

"You're still newcomers, trying to be picky Here, tasks are assigned based on experience and seniority. Do you think assigning tasks is a simple matter"

His voice was slow but firm, and he resolutely refused Hubertian's request, speaking with righteous indignation.

"Young people need time to understand and adapt to the complex operating system of the Protoss Empire. They should take things in order, rather than rushing."

The warden of the Koeln dungeon spoke about the rules of this level, his voice carrying a sense of teaching them, these students, how to behave.

Just like that, Huberley fell silent for a moment.

"I am the eldest daughter of Earl Milford, I wonder if you could possibly do me a favor."

She lowered her voice and asked.

Although she didn't want to cause trouble for the Milford family, if it could help her with the mission, she would still use this connection.

When the warden of Kolenda heard this, he glanced at her slightly.

I've given you all the good assignments. What do you think the other old-timers will say

Colander's fingers tapped lightly on the table, his voice low and steady, seeming to be slightly displeased by Huberley's suggestion.

He had looked over the detailed files of the intern prison guards who had come today, and this Miss Milfrod was not as sweet and pleasant as she claimed to be, a daughter from a good family. But rather, a niece of the Earl.

The Earl wouldn't simply dispose of this niece who could potentially steal his inheritance, let alone owe anyone favors because of her.

"That's not what I meant."

Huberley watched Colonel Colenden, the warden, put on a facade of impartiality, but she understood his meaning all too well.

This comes from the empty promises of distant, aristocratic nobles in the north. He doesn't care about them at all. As the jailer of Hermlo, the imperial capital, he looks down upon such things.

"Taking concrete actions to prove yourself is far more valuable than just talking here."

Colonel Danforth set down his water glass and resumed his position, fixing his gaze on the work before him, as though he had no further intention of paying attention to anyone else.

"…"

Hubert remained, his gaze fixed on the documents spread across Warden Corland's desk.

Now she finally understands the rules of negative one floor.

Although you are not allowed to bring any belongings into Herloom Prison, magic cards stored in the soul space are considered part of the trainee jailer's strength and can be kept with them smoothly.

On this negative tier, before obtaining other resources, a rare purple card that can be unbound in a non-combat state might hold some value. Perhaps you could bestow gifts upon the warden and lower your demeanor to his level, showering him with favors, and he might give you decent tasks. Otherwise, he'll use the most grueling work to educate new recruits.

Even if the team reaches 1000 service points at that time, the warden might still penalize them a couple of times or give them the lowest rating if he's in a bad mood.

Unless one had completely offended the jailer, each level of jailers would not hold students back and prevent them from going down. Otherwise, if the warden found out that a jailer was deliberately making things difficult for students from Protoss Royal Magical Academy, the warden would also punish the jailer.

Just as Huberlian was considering how to further negotiate with the warden, Corandan, the three people behind her were starting to get antsy. Their knuckles cracked.

They had never met anyone who dared to challenge them like this before.

Upon sensing the murderous intent of the demon race behind her, Huberlian hurriedly turned back to glance at the three figures.

She was terrified. She couldn't possibly use the methods of the Resurrection Church here, or the decision-makers being watched by the Goddess of Fate would certainly vote against her!

(The End)

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