v3 Chapter 189： Here, everyone loves to work

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"Villanell, are you okay?" Ames looked at Villanelle who limped out from next door and couldn't help but feel amused.

"Sister Mao, it's normal to be rough." Villanell grinned, "They also threatened me, and next time I don't obey me, they'll put the baton in... They are two savage beauties..."

After being searched, the two were taken to a hall to join other prisoners. There they will receive their personal supplies and be taken to their respective cells.

The hall is very empty. Several people dressed as guards and a lady in a gray suit are standing by the door. Next to it is a pile of boxes, which must be all kinds of living materials.

When the last prisoner came in, the tall guard at the head cleared his throat and said, "Hello everyone, this is the captain of the White Dolphin Prison Guard, Peter Boltnikov. In this country that advocates equality and freedom. , freedom and equality are also the creeds of this prison. So in this prison, everything is based on the principle of voluntary, as long as it is within the specified time or area, you can walk around and move your muscles at will. There is no restriction on making calls, but Advance application is required, and showering and reading are also available at any time - except during curfew hours. If you want to go to the factory area to work, you just need to register. The money you get from working in the factory can be used to buy items in the commissary. By the way, we The prison cafeteria is very good, especially good at Russian food…”

Peter carefully explained the rules and precautions in the prison to these prisoners. The prisoners were stunned when they heard: The conditions in this prison are actually so good?

No forced labor, unlimited supply of food during meal times, free air at any time, and abundant entertainment facilities... This is a prison, this is simply paradise! It's just that many things have to be applied for in advance, such as making phone calls, going to factories and the like.

Eve, who was standing beside Peter, frowned repeatedly. She was now very sure that this prison was the springboard for the boss behind the scenes to go to the political arena. It's really cheap for these scumbags, and Eve is indignant in her heart.

Before she came, she had seen the files of the first batch of prisoners who were transferred to the White Dolphin Prison. Not only did they say that they were full of evil, they could also say that they were dead. Each of them caused several or even dozens of families to be broken. But who would have thought that such a good life could be lived in prison...

Eve felt from the bottom of her heart that the existence of this prison was a blasphemy to all law-abiding citizens.

Peter finished reading the prison rules.

"Okay, that's it, everyone will come up to get a piece of living supplies, and then my colleagues will take you to your cell. If you want to work in the factory area, you can come to me to sign up now."

After Peter finished speaking, none of the dozens of prisoners moved. Eve is not surprised by this: With such a good living environment, who would want to work hard in a factory?

Peter waited for a few seconds, and as expected, no one answered, nor was he surprised, shrugging his shoulders, intending to take the prisoners to their respective cells. At this moment, a man raised his hand.

"I hope to work in the factory area." Villanell raised her hand in the eyes of others who were puzzled.

Peter heard the voice and turned around, his eyes lingered on her for a while, and then said: "Very good, I will take you to the factory area, the rest... Anna, you and Ms. Eve take them to the cell."

Seeing that the partner she just met made such a strange choice, Ames was a little murmured in her heart. She felt that Villanelle was not the kind of person who was willing to give, and she didn't know what she was doing wrong. Do you actually want to take the initiative to work, or to please the prison guards?

Ames did not choose to work with Villanelle. In her opinion, how tiring work is. The conditions offered by the prison are very good. There is no need to work to please people. The head of the prison guard said that as long as they don't make trouble, they don't even see these guards.

Ames chose to lie flat! Keep your distance from the roll king Villanelle.

Peter left with Villanelle. The female prison guard who checked Villanell's body before stood up from the team and began to complete the order left by Captain Peter.

She first gave each prisoner a cardboard box containing bedding and toiletries, and then took them to their assigned cells.

The cell is located in another "hui" character, which is divided with the library and other activity areas.

As soon as he stepped into the cell area, Ames shuddered: It's really cold here! Is the heating off? Damn it!

Stepping into the cell area, Ames' mood seemed to have deteriorated a lot.

"m014, this is your cell! Make it clear to me! The prison is strictly prohibited from changing cells privately. If you let me know...you'll be nice!" the female prison guard said viciously, it seemed that the repetitive work had made her lose patience. Speaking also became rude.

She sent Ames to Cell 14 and then assigned cells to the others.

Ames walked into his single room and found that the hardware conditions here were okay: there was a desk and a chair, a hard single bed, a wardrobe, and there was actually a sink. And it's actually a single room! It's so comfortable. If the living experience of a quadruple room is one, a double room is two, and a single room is at least ten, this is a qualitative leap. What, a room for eight? There is no living experience in the eight-person room.

The advantage of a single room is privacy. You can stay up late in your own room without any scruples, and you can use non-chanting water magic without worrying about others. These can only be done with a quilt in a multi-person room. This is a small world of its own, even in prison.

But the strange thing is that there are no lamps here, only a candlestick and a few white candles, and even the lighters are flint lighters. She had noticed this before, and there was no electrical equipment in the entire cell area. It's daytime, and it's not obvious. At night, the only light source is probably the kerosene lamp on the wall.

It was so strange, Ames scratched his head, without a clue. Maybe when the building was built, no wires were laid here? The complicated issues upset Ames, and an unnamed negative emotion rose up in the whole person.

She didn't know, the reason why there are no electronic devices here is that the word "hui" is an area where dementors roam, and any electronic devices will have their lifespans greatly shortened under their interference, and naturally there is no need to install them.

Just as she was packing up, a Dementor floated past her door, taking a deep breath of the abundant and fresh emotions in the cell.

This is the deliciousness that Azkaban has never had.

In the past, even if Azkaban put in a new prisoner, the prisoner's emotions would be shared by hundreds of dementors. It didn't take long for the prisoner to become as dull and tasteless as chewed gum. Now it's different. On average, each Dementor can be assigned a new person. What a blessing!

Take it easy, you can eat it for a long time.

Ames in the room was not happy. She felt that it was getting colder and colder here. She couldn't help wrapping the quilt around her body and shivering at the foot of the bed. Along with the chill came the despair that came from the depths of my heart.

After an unknown period of time, she heard footsteps in the corridor, and it turned out that Villanell had returned.

Because there are too few prisoners, the factory is temporarily closed, so there is no work to do. Villanell can only go to the kitchen to work as a handyman for the time being. Of course, Peter promised her that once the factory received any orders, Villanell would be given priority.

After Villanell walked into her single room, she also frowned: it was too cold here, and she inexplicably remembered a lot of unpleasant things.

She noticed that she and Ames were neighbors, and she planned to chat with Ames just now, but now she's not in the mood to chat at all. Horrible things kept popping up in her mind... the day she was sent to training camp... the day she saw blood for the first time...

They couldn't see that the corridor outside their cell was densely packed with Dementors, who were greedily sucking the positive emotions emanating from the people in the room. And the leader of this group of Dementors, Tom Yodel, is showing a satisfied smile.

[Title Obtained: King of Dementors

Wearing effect: Immune to the negative effects of dementors, strengthen the attack against the soul

Passive: Each dementor has a chance to generate magic stones every day × 1]

Oh? Tom was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he had not officially won the title of King of Dementors until now. It seems that after fulfilling his promise, he truly became the king of dementors.

This title is very good. One title has three effects. If the title is also graded, then this title must be a five-star title. Gives a passive, strengthens its own combat power, and also speeds up the acquisition of magic stones, killing three birds with one stone.

Originally, the speed at which Tom obtained the magic stone was so fast that he couldn't even draw cards, but now he can finally speed it up a bit.

Tom looked at the Dementors in the hallway the way a farmer looks at his piglets. He left with a satisfied smile.

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Villanell fell asleep in a daze. In her dream, she was caught and tortured by the enemy. When she woke up, she couldn't even tell if she was in a dream. The quality of sleep last night was extremely poor, and after a good night's sleep, she became even more sluggish.

The same happened to other prisoners. Everyone silently huddled in the corner of the single room in a daze. They only felt a little better when the sun shone on their faces.

The rising sun brought good news: they could go to breakfast.

The group of prisoners walked out of the cell and came to the lobby on the first floor like a group of walking corpses. At this time, the guards had opened the passage to the work area.

The moment they stepped out of the building, the sun shone on their faces, as if to dispel all negative emotions. All misfortune and despair are locked in that zigzag building.

Everyone felt as if they had been reborn, and all kinds of beautiful things came to mind, and those nightmare-like memories flew out into the sky. They now feel that being in the sun is the most wonderful feeling in the world.

What they couldn't see was that countless dementors were quietly floating in the cell area, watching the group of prisoners. They dare not cross the border set by the king, but they know that this group of people will come back eventually.

"Go to dinner!" Ames happily pulled Villanelle to the cafeteria.

When they came to the cafeteria, they were moved by the richness of the dishes: a large pot of fried eggs, unlimited! A big bucket of weird soup, unlimited! Bread, unlimited, barbecue steak, or unlimited!

Even if they were taken out, the aunt in the cafeteria would happily fill them up.

This happiness is hardly like a prison.

"The breakfast here is like this. I can't imagine how rich the lunch is." Ames sat opposite Villanelle with a full plate.

She took three steaks, two fried eggs, a few slices of bread, a pat of butter, a spoon of jam and a bowl of bisque.

"I feel that the food here is very Russian." Villanell took a lot of restraint, taking everything, but not much of everything. She scooped up a spoonful of soup, tasted it, and found it to be a Russian bisque.

"And those guards...all of them are big tongues..." Ames stuffed her mouth full, she seemed to want to use food to offset the tiredness she accumulated last night.

Villanell ignored her and ate breakfast quietly.

A quarter of an hour later, the breakfast in front of the two had been wiped out, and Ames went to get another plate to eat—this time it was much lighter, and even had fruit.

"But the dormitory is too cold," she said while peeling the orange peel. "It was so cold that I had nightmares, and I was still in a low mood. I only got better after basking in the sun in the morning."

Villanell frowned, she always felt that it had nothing to do with the sun.

At this time, a harsh bell rang in the cafeteria, and breakfast time was over.

"m013, get out." A guard walked to Villanell's desk and ordered her to stand up, "Today you are going to start work. For the rest, please return to the cell area immediately."

When Ames heard that he was going back to the dormitory, he couldn't help but shuddered. Deep down, she resisted the order to return to the dormitory, but she and the rest of the prisoners had no choice.

Under the watchful eyes of the guards, the prisoners stood up one by one and returned their plates. Before leaving the cafeteria, they looked at Villanell with a hint of envy in their expressions.

They envy Villanell for not having to go back to the dormitory area.

Villanell, who stayed behind, helped the canteen aunt clean up, and after disposing of the scraps left by prisoners and prison guards, she was sent to the back kitchen to peel potatoes.

She was busy until noon now.

"Why is your face so bad?" Villanelle looked at Ames, who was sitting opposite him, his face as pale as paper, and couldn't help but be a little curious.

"Despair... After returning to the dormitory area... there is only despair..." Ames recalled the experience after returning to the dormitory area in the morning, and UU reading directly shuddered.

"Villanell, can I stay in the cafeteria and work like you? I really don't want to go back." She remembered something, and her eyes burst into a longing look.

Soon, all the inmates in the White Dolphin Prison fell in love with labor.

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Today is the story of Juharold Minchum, the Thirtieth Minister of the Ministry of Magic.

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Harold Minchum was a wizard who served as Minister for Magic from 1975 to 1980.

He was considered a hardliner and stationed more Dementors around Azkaban. However, he could not contain Voldemort's unstoppable rise.

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