Free Web NovelChapter 566: Chapter 566: Cinderella_1
Although he couldn’t understand, the other party didn’t seem to have that kind of direct hostility.
Realizing this, Mr. Blood Garment relaxed slightly.
"What kind of ruler are you?" Mr. Blood Garment recalled the wolves that appeared out of nowhere, "An existence?"
"I am merely a creator who does as he pleases." The middle-aged man took off his hat with a pleased expression, spun it on his finger, and then placed it back on his head.
No, communication was completely impossible.
Mr. Blood Garment felt the gap between himself and the other, a ruler’s way of thinking that was utterly different from ordinary people. This was something he had long experienced.
But this deviation from the norm could vary, like the goddess he pursued, whose fondness for manipulating the fates of others deeply attracted him to dedicate himself to her, for that was the privilege of the strong.
But this ruler seemed to be after something he could not begin to comprehend.
"What is your choice, then? No, I probably don’t need to ask." The man smiled knowingly.
The disparity in power was clearer than any words could express, and as they both approached a position of authority, the ruler’s power and the saint’s were simply not on the same level.
Mr. Blood Garment knew that he couldn’t go any further. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
"Even if you want me to go back, my carriage has already been destroyed by you." Mr. Blood Garment said, "I took a three-hour carriage ride to get here, asking me to walk back is a bit much."
"Making demands of me, you’re quite a brazen mortal, aren’t you?" The man pulled out a cane from nowhere and tapped the ground, "But fortunately, I am quite reasonable."
Suddenly, he raised his hand and produced a pumpkin, then he threw the pumpkin to the ground.
The pumpkin began to inflate rapidly, growing doors, windows, and wheels.
A pumpkin-shaped carriage.
Mr. Blood Garment stood there, dumbfounded.
"A carriage without horses won’t do." The man spoke as he raised his hand, and a squeaking mouse appeared out of nowhere in his hand.
He tossed the mouse toward the pumpkin carriage, and as it touched the ground, the mouse suddenly turned into a horse.
"What are you doing?" Mr. Blood Garment could not understand the man’s actions at all.
This ruler clearly had the ability to create objects; he could have made a carriage directly, but instead chose to perform this meaningless trick.
"Since you still have a coachman available, I won’t make one. Even powers can’t be used without limit." The man pointed at the carriage with his cane, "This carriage is for you to use; when the twelfth chime of the clock rings, this carriage will vanish. Remember... well, just kidding, you said you traveled for three hours, so I’ll give you three hours with the carriage."
"Ride this carriage?" Mr. Blood Garment’s cheeks twitched slightly.
A pumpkin-shaped carriage seemed rather ridiculous to him, fit for a clown from a circus to ride through the streets in.
If this was the man’s taste, it was rather odd. But to consider it an insult was too subtle.
It was baffling, but there was no need to force an understanding of things he couldn’t comprehend.
The man glanced at him: "You... surely you know of Cinderella, don’t you?"
"What?" Mr. Blood Garment once again felt the vast gulf in thinking between himself and the other party.
"Such a pity." The man sighed deeply, seeming to genuinely regret that no one understood his sense of humor, "You should, acquaint yourself with some good works, especially children’s literature."
"..." Mr. Blood already completely gave up on communicating with the other party.
"Please disappear from my sight," the man gestured a "please" towards the carriage.
Mr. Blood silently boarded the ridiculous carriage.
...
Meanwhile, at Rose Iron Prison.
"Are you getting used to your first day of work?" Aiden asked Tony, who was walking towards him in the departing corridor.
"Mr. Galrod!" Tony greeted instinctively.
"Here, you should call me warden," Aiden corrected.
"Okay, Warden," Tony said with a shy smile, "it’s going quite smoothly since the tasks are simple."
"You wouldn’t be able to handle particularly difficult tasks on your first day; everything will be done step by step," Aiden nodded. "Apart from procurement and reviewing books, you may be given more logistics work in the future."
"No problem, please feel free to assign tasks to me!" Tony saluted energetically.
"To be honest, I was quite worried at first whether you would pass, but it turns out I was being overly concerned," Aiden said with a nod.
Tony scored exceptionally well in the employment assessment and was assigned to logistics after signing the contract. Because he was fluent in several foreign languages, the prison initially had him assist with some book censorship work.
"I thought logistics was about doing all sorts of miscellaneous tasks, including cleaning," Tony laughed. "It’s not quite what I imagined."
"Right, those miscellaneous tasks you’re thinking of are mostly taken care of by the prisoners. The prison is not a hotel for inmates to reside in; there’s no need to waste their labor," Aiden replied.
"I thought I would absolutely not come into contact with prisoners," Tony said cautiously.
"It’s inevitable since they handle the real miscellaneous tasks in this prison."
"They... some of them even tried to chat with me; I didn’t dare to respond. What should I do in such situations?" Tony asked as he averted his gaze.
"There’s no need to be too vigilant. The core area prisoners are generally more dangerous, but those who can perform magic have their magic power sealed by barriers, while the physically strong inmates wear shackles at all times. Even if they weren’t restricted, your abilities could overpower them. They just find you interesting because you look younger. Just be composed; it’s fine to engage in inconsequential conversations. If they inquire about things they shouldn’t, warn them. Of course, ignoring them and maintaining distance is also a fine approach," Aiden answered.
"While delivering books inside, I saw a room where it seemed a few girls were having a class. Are they prisoners too?" Tony asked casually.
Prison communal activity rooms are equipped with glass partition walls or barred windows for the patrolling staff to clearly see inside, and it seems Tony just happened to witness the juvenile offenders in class.
"Yes, juvenile offenders here still receive regular education."
"But I noticed that the prison’s regulations don’t specify..."
"The system in this regard isn’t perfected yet; most arrangements are personally made by me internally. I believe it’s necessary for them to receive normal education," Aiden answered.
"I think so too," Tony agreed. "I haven’t really been to school much myself, and I’ve always felt a bit of regret about that."
"However, we are constantly short-handed on teachers," Aiden thought for a moment. "By the way, Tony, have you received secondary education?"
Tony nodded: "My father educated me using the Empire’s textbooks, and I even studied some university-level history courses."
"Would you be interested in being a substitute teacher then?"
