Chapter 23:
Golden Fist
(Tn : Evangeline is -> evansha (in raw) but i Will keep using Evangeline cause it's cooler and more familiar)
"I've already said it, right? It's past six o'clock. Spare , I still have work to do today." Aiden glanced at his pocket watch and let out a big yawn.
In fact, he had started pleading for rcy a little after four, but philia showed no intention of letting him off.
From Ludo, Texas hold'em, to blackjack, he played The ga with philia all Night long, with more losses than wins.
his eyelids began to fight In the later part of the night, and now he wasn't as tired, but his head still felt heavy. It seed impossible not to doze off while working today.
"Alright, with your current state, continuing to play won't be enjoyable anyway," philia finally relented. "You should co visit
often. It's quite boring just sleeping all the ti."
"I'll do my best." Aiden gathered the cards and chess pieces on the table, put on his hat, and turned to leave.
"Try to live a little longer, 'Aiden'," philia said, watching his retreating figure. "I spent so much effort to summon you from another world. Don't end up as short-lived as your predecessor."
"I also want to live a bit longer. Go tell your followers that." Aiden sighed.
He stepped out of the cell and closed the door again. With the sound of iron chains and gears, the mithril-made door swiftly shut.
The door closed tightly, completely separating the two of them.
Aiden subconsciously touched his chest, there was a twisted scar underneath his uniform.
The previous Aiden died from this fatal wound that penetrated His heart. The person who killed him was a fanatic follower of the God sealed in philia body — the founder of that cult.
After the previous Aiden died, it was this sa God who summoned the current "Aiden" into this world. When Aiden first t philia, she openly admitted to it.
To this day, he still hasn't figured out why philia summoned him, for what purpose?. But at least, she hasn't shown any obvious hostility towards him.
For now, he could only temporarily see philia as one of the prisoners he managed, treating her like any other inmate. This was the most appropriate relationship between him and the prisoners in his mind.
After returning to the office, he first called the prison guard on duty for the day and instructed them to bring the two inmates from Room 11 and Room 12 in the core area to his office when it was ti to leave for work.
Two hours later, the guard brought both Evangeline from Room 11 and the witch Dailey from Room 12 to the warden's office and knocked on the door. "Warden, the inmates have been brought."
Aiden, who was napping on the desk, woke up in surprise, quickly wiped his face, and called out, "Let them in!"
The guard opened the door, letting the two female prisoners into the office, and then closed the door.
Normally, high-risk inmates with a red alert level would not only need to be handcuffed and shackled when being transported, but also accompanied by a whole team of riot police.
But Evangeline and Dailey were exceptions. it was an open secret among the guards that they are a model inmates specially selected to assist the prison guards. Of course having said that, the only one who can call Them was Aiden.
Other prison guards like Franda, who served as the head of the core area, also had this authority to so extent. Aiden allowed her to deploy these model inmates to handle so unexpected ergencies. However, unlike Aiden, other guards generally tried to avoid contact with these inmates as much as possible—they were well aware that even if these inmates were fitted with collars, they were still extrely dangerous beasts at their core.
"Have a seat. What would you like to drink?" Aiden gestured to the guest seats beside him.
"Black coffee!" Dailey smiled.
"Milk tea." Evangeline said expressionlessly.
Aiden had soone to prepare hot tea and coffee, and also placed a small pot of fresh milk and a jar of sugar on the table.
Dailey didn't add anything and simply picked up the black coffee, while Evangeline added fresh milk to her black tea and then poured sugar into her milk tea.
"Hey, aren't you afraid of giving yourself diabetes!" Dailey was shocked by Evangeline generous use of sugar.
"Don't worry about her. Her sense of taste is damaged, if the sweetness isn't strong enough, She won't be able to taste it" Aiden said while sitting behind the table.
Dailey turned to Aiden. "So, Warden, do you have any special tasks for us today?"
"In your case, the mission was the sa as before, keep an eye on the target, starting from the afternoon until the evening, I'll arrange it later. Wait on standby until then." Aiden didn't waste words with her and straightforwardly explained the task at hand.
"Understood," Dailey smiled sweetly, and gave Aiden a aningful wink. "Warden, 'that' should also be available, right?"
Aiden stared at Dailey for a mont and sighed, "Alright, what do you want?"
"This ti, I'd like a slightly different reward," Dailey said, playing with her jet-black, silky hair. "I'd like to request a hairstylist to help
with my hair. It's been getting quite split lately."
Aiden nodded firmly after hearing her request. "Alright, after taking care of your hair, I'll arrange for you to have a soak in the luxurious bathhouse, then assign the best masseuse to give you a one-hour massage. Finally, you'll get to sleep soundly in the deluxe suite at the Baihe Hotel."
"Really!?" Dailey looked pleasantly surprised.
"What do you think?" Aiden looked at her with a half-smile.
"Well..." Dailey face froze, and then she reacted, "umm, sorry, i got carried away!"
"You should still exercise so restraint." Aiden put away his smile.
After all, prisoners were still prisoners. The prison was a place of punishnt, and even if the managent involved a mix of carrot and stick, the latter had to remain dominant. Being too indulgent with these inmates would quickly lead to them taking advantage.
"Just the cream cake from the Seventh Street will do," Dailey pointed her finger and made another request.
Evangeline had been quietly listening to their conversation and sipping her milk tea. She asked in a soft voice, "Um, what about ?"
"Your task will be in the evening, outside the prison. I'll explain the details to you later," Aiden said.
"Understood." Evangeline nodded.
"Oh, how nice! You get to go outside the prison. It seems like there's another situation that requires our 'Golden Fist' to step in and resolve it."
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