Chapter 366: Chapter 366 You’re Thinking About Fart Eating Again_1
A week later, Rose Iron Prison, in the afternoon during yard time, the central courtyard.
Having completed his work for the day, Aiden walked towards the courtyard for the first time in a while, to inspect the condition of the core area.
Accompanied by a mercury alloy golem, he looked over the courtyard from behind the railing for a short while when an inmate glanced over. After squinting and observing for some time, she approached.
"Warden? Is that really you? Good afternoon," the inmate greeted him proactively.
Aiden nodded in response, standing precisely in the shade, and he had even deliberately used the square pillars on the edge of the courtyard to conceal himself a bit, yet he was still quickly noticed.
He wasn’t sure if it was due to the influence of the "existence" divine words, but Aiden vaguely felt that his sense of presence was getting stronger and stronger—of course, it might also be an illusion, for based on the "order" divine words, such an effect would likely take some time to gradually become apparent.
But regardless, judging by Sophie Carter’s case, it seemed only a matter of time before he became an existence that drew exceptional attention everywhere, like her.
It wasn’t necessarily all good, though...
More inmates noticed him, and most of them simply waved from a distance before walking away. However, one inmate, after hearing the whispers, dashed over with all her might.
"Lord Aiden!!" Fille squeezed up to the railing and shouted at Aiden, "You finally came to visit! I’ve missed you so much!!"
"Who’s here to visit you? I’m just inspecting casually," Aiden waved his hand dismissively.
"You haven’t been to the cells for so long!" Fille pouted, "Have you found another woman?"
"Can your mouth get any more obnoxious?" Aiden chuckled in exasperation.
This month, his frequency of visits to the core area’s cells indeed had decreased significantly, mainly because the disciplinary level in the core area had improved to an unprecedented degree. In the past few weeks, the number of jailbreaks and fights had been so few they could be counted on one hand. Aiden would specifically go to the core area to inspect, in part, as a strategy to establish authority in front of the inmates and intimidate them. Since the core area’s discipline was gradually aligning with the general area, there was no need for him to be so tense about the core area anymore.
"Every time I talk to you, I feel like I’m wasting time especially fast. I’m going back," Aiden didn’t want to get too entangled with this person.
Just as he was about to turn around, Fille called out to him again, "Wait wait wait a minute! I have something to ask about, something serious!"
"It better be something serious," Aiden stopped in his tracks, "Speak."
"Um, can you tell me..." Fille put on a flattering smile, "When can I get parole?"
"You? Parole?" Aiden laughed at once, "What nonsense are you thinking now?"
"I’m being serious!" Fille said discontentedly as she stamped her foot, "My sentence is already half over, right? And it’s only a minor crime, right? My behavior in prison has been pretty good, right? The robber in cell twenty-three was paroled last time, so I can definitely get it too, right? Right? Right?"
"That question, you’ve already asked the last time you were here," Aiden’s smile faded, "Do you remember what I told you back then?"
"Eh, that..." Fille blanked for a moment, recalling for a good while, then flashed a cunning smile, "Hehe, I kinda can’t remember."
"Then you better remember it well in your head this time..." Aiden showed a kind smile, then said deliberately, "Repeat offenders are not allowed parole."
"How can that be? You’re joking again," Fille laughed and waved it off.
"I’m not joking with you. Go and have a good look at the ’Autonomous States Criminal Law’ in the reading room. The explanation on parole is in Article Eighty-One," Aiden smiled as well.
"That’s not fair! That’s so unfair!!" Fille protested, leaning on the railing.
"Parole is for those inmates who have shown remorse. You, someone who is completely unrelated to the word ’remorse,’ still thinking about parole? How many days had passed between your last release and when you came in again? Your return speed is already ranked second in the history of this prison!"
"So what—huh? Second? There’s someone faster than me?" Fille was somewhat surprised.
"Yes, it’s an old story. An inmate was locked up for several months for severe domestic violence against her husband... On the day of her release, she got into a petty argument with her husband who came to pick her up and beat him up again," Aiden shrugged his shoulders, "It’s an incredibly rare occurrence."
"That feels hard to beat..." Fille muttered.
"You still want to beat that!?" Aiden glared at her.
"No, no! I mean... This time I truly, truly have repented. Can’t you think of some way to help me?" Fille put on a pitiful expression.
"Let’s not talk about whether I believe you or not, the decision to grant parole isn’t up to me, right? What’s the use of begging me?" Aiden remained indifferent.
"You’ve forgotten, I’ve helped you before! I’ve earned merits for you, I’ve made contributions to the prison! You can’t treat me like this!" Fille argued confidently.
"If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would have forgotten that you tried to charm me that day. It seems I was too lenient not to put that on your record," Aiden raised an eyebrow.
After thinking for a moment, Fille lowered her voice, "What if I donate money to the prison, then I can be paroled, right? Five thousand pounds should be enough, right?"
"That would be possible," Aiden nodded.
"Really?" Fille’s eyes widened in surprise.
"Possible to get you a few more years! Let me calculate how many years I can add to your sentence for attempted bribery..." Aiden replied with an unchanged expression.
"Stop wasting your time, you hustler!" Camilla popped up from behind Fille, grabbed her by the corner and dragged her aside, snatching the seat closest to Aiden, "What about me? Warden, sir, my last action should count as a significant merit, right? I can be paroled, right?"
"Serve half of your sentence first, then we’ll talk," Aiden dismissed it casually.
He hadn’t finished speaking when another prisoner raised her hand from behind, "What about me, what about me?"
"Hold on, no pushing, I was here first!"
"What? Is there a parole list coming up?"
"Give us a hint, Warden!"
"What are you talking about?"
"It seems the Warden said there’s an amnesty?"
...
More and more inmates were gathering because of the increasingly absurd rumors, and just as Aiden was about to get serious and order them to disperse, the whistle of the on-duty prison guard sounded first.
Then came Veronica’s stern shout: "What are you all doing there!? Disperse in three seconds! Three, two—"
The majority of the prisoners sensibly left the scene, and taking advantage of the confusion, Aiden also turned and left.
Another... peaceful day.
Aiden thought listlessly, touching the token of the Great Witch in his pocket.
Half a month had passed, and it seemed that Qiqimora’s progress towards the Kingdom of Gistas... still showed no signs of advancement.
