Free Web NovelChapter 67: Chapter 67: People’s Physiques are Different and Cannot Be Generalized_1
In the evening, Veronica changed into her uniform in the changing room and began her duty shift as usual.
She first gathered the riot squad on duty for a tour around the core area and the workshops, then proceeded to the inmates’ canteen to supervise the prisoners’ mealtime after their work detail.
Having been transferred to work as a prison guard for nearly a month, she had become quite adept at her job.
"Veronica, have you had dinner yet?" Her colleague Isabella came over and whispered a greeting, "Let’s have dinner together later." fгeewebnovёl.com
"Sure," Veronica agreed.
"It feels rather uncomfortable to supervise prisoners eating on an empty stomach. I was planning to have dinner before coming over for the night shift." Isabella chatted with her, "But then I ran into a colleague from Block Two on the way here, and she told me that there was ’spicy hot pot’ in the canteen today, so I came straight over."
Under the ’magical’ reform by Warden Aiden, the Rose Iron Prison canteen had introduced many dishes that shouldn’t exist in this world, elevating the quality to match that of specialty restaurants outside. Over time, Veronica, like the other prison guards, always tried to eat in the prison whenever possible.
"Yeah, I like that one too," Veronica replied while scanning the inmates coming in for their meals.
"The canteen food is good, but recently I’ve noticed the layers of fat on my belly seem to be growing," Isabella sighed, "It’s too easy to overeat here... Do you have that problem?"
"Not at all," Veronica denied, "I’ve actually lost two kilos this month."
"How come? It seems like you eat almost twice as much as I do!" Isabella said, her face expressing disbelief.
"Don’t talk nonsense, it’s not that exaggerated," Veronica said, laughing and nudging her colleague with her shoulder.
"I mean it, really, how do you manage that? Do you exercise regularly?"
"Yes, when I’m not on the night shift, I usually exercise a bit at night."
"What kind of exercise? Let me get some tips," Isabella asked, hoping for advice.
"Five minutes of calisthenics, fifteen minutes of punching the sandbag, and if it isn’t a full moon or raining, I also run five kilometers out on the streets," Veronica thought for a moment, "Sometimes at night, I even run into thugs who try to get fresh with me, and then I can practice my fighting skills on them."
"Seriously? That seems pretty extreme, isn’t that more than just ’a bit’ of exercise?" Isabella was stunned.
"It’s not too bad; when I was in the mounted police unit, it used to be more intense. I once spent an hour and a half in a brawl during a raid on a gang’s base, and after that, I chased the fleeing criminals through the alleys of the old town for more than ten kilometers and caught them one by one," Veronica said nonchalantly, "A werewolf’s physique is different from a human’s; you can’t generalize." frёewebηovel.cѳm
"You really are a werewolf," Isabella said, nodding in admiration, then raised a finger dramatically, "Here, when I make this gesture, it means you are..."
"Alright, enough, stop goofing around. We’re at work, go back over there!"
Veronica sent her colleague back to her post and continued to closely monitor the inmates present.
At that moment, she noticed a petite figure carrying a tray and sitting at a spot quite close to her.
It was Avansa.
Veronica couldn’t help but give her a few extra glances.
When she had first started the job, she found herself paying extra attention to the young girl because she had reminded Veronica of her own past.
She felt great compassion for Avansa’s predicament, but she was powerless to help.
Fortunately, after last month’s incident was resolved, Avansa’s situation took a turn for the better.
At the request of the warden, Aiden, Avansa began to receive regular medication treatment and transferred the powers she gained through the demon contract out of her body.
According to Aiden, the preliminary negotiations with the judges and the Heresy Tribunal were going smoothly, and if Avansa continued to behave well over time, she would have the opportunity to be released when her sentence was over.
She had always been committed to her job and hadn’t had much interaction with Avansa, but she was still quite happy for the other party to achieve this result.
She watched as Avansa neatly lined up the glass jars of seasoning sauces that she had gotten from the serving area—being the warden’s golden hitman, Avansa had high treatment levels in prison and was allowed a wider selection of food choices, even being able to freely use seasonings.
Avansa began by spreading jam on the sliced bread, followed by ketchup, and then yellow mustard... and so on, layer by layer, until she had created a monstrous pile with both exaggerated color and volume.
Veronica watched with a sense of trepidation—this way of eating, with one bite, would probably suffocate a normal person.
However, when she saw Avansa pick up the toast, her unchanging poker face revealing a glimmer of anticipation in her eyes, she still chose not to speak out to stop her.
She knew that because of Avansa’s impaired sense of taste, the food had to be outrageously flavored to be palatable.
Avansa’s life was destined not to be long, so rather than advising her to live meaninglessly healthily, it was better to let her be.
Just as Avansa was about to bite into the toast, she noticed Veronica’s gaze, closed her mouth, turned her face, and met Veronica’s eyes.
Veronica paused for a moment, suddenly unsure how to react.
"..."
"..."
They stared at each other in an awkward silence that lasted for several seconds until Avansa looked at Veronica, then at the oddly colored sliced bread in her hand, and broke the silence.
"...Want to try some?" she offered, expressionless, tearing off a small piece of the bread and handing it over.
"No, please, you eat," Veronica waved her hands hastily, shifting her gaze away.
The prisoners sat in the cafeteria methodically eating, no different from any other day.
It seemed like today would be another peaceful day.
Just as Veronica thought this, she suddenly noticed a prisoner who seemed a bit out of place—the prisoner ignored the empty seats nearby and headed straight for the innermost rows of tables, which were fully occupied.
And, she wasn’t carrying a food tray in her hands.
Just as she was about to blow her whistle to call out to the prisoner, the prisoner suddenly pounced from behind on another prisoner who was eating, gripping their throat tightly with her arm, while her other hand seemingly produced a shiny silver dining knife out of nowhere, stabbing towards the other’s eye saying, "Die, Camilla!!"
The roar and the surrounding screams erupted almost at the same time; the attacked prisoner reacted in time, grabbing the attacker’s wrist and then rising abruptly before bending over with unbelievable strength, throwing the attacker over her shoulder onto the table.
