Sir! Don't close the net!

"So when can I finally be released?!" Rebecca shouted in annoyance.

"When you stop thinking about eating me."

"I don't want to eat you, I just want to bite you to death."

"You're really honest."

Li Yili pushed the iron cage holding Rebecca next to Chrisdorf's cabin, and very considerately arranged for Rebecca's head to face Chrisdorf's farmland. She then moved a small chair next to the iron cage, and after finishing, she raised her hand and waved to the jailer.

"Bring me a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

"Huh?" The jailer tilted his head, not understanding.

"Bring the warden's desk over."

The jailer's legs went weak and he almost sat down on the ground.

“Hahaha—just kidding, just kidding, look at your expression,” Li Yili laughed and waved her hand. “Give me a table, and the ledgers from Teresa Prison… never mind, I don’t need the ledgers, just give me some paper and a pen.”

The jailer wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Well, there are empty offices in the tower. The warden has already had them prepared. You can work there."

“It’s too high, not approachable,” Li Yili said seriously. “Besides, I don’t need to work here; I just need to make a request.”

The jailer's lips twitched, he bent down, turned and walked out, and soon returned to Chrisdorf's cabin with a table, a pile of white paper and pens.

“Okay, just put it here,” Li Yili nodded, took the white paper and pen, sat on the table, crossed her legs, and looked at the circular Theresa Prison building.

The jailer did not leave, but

She stepped back and stood on tiptoe to peek at the white paper in Li Yili's hand.

Every word Li Yili writes on the blank paper will have an unimaginable impact on the ecosystem that Teresa Prison has maintained for countless years, and those who maintain and benefit from this ecosystem will not be spared.

Noticing the jailer's subtle movements, Li Yili pondered for a moment, then smiled brightly and handed the jailer a pen and paper.

"I haven't written in a long time and I'm a bit rusty. How about this, I'll do the writing and you write it down."

After hesitating for a moment, the jailer nodded and took the pen and paper.

“First of all, as I said before, at seven o’clock all the prisoners must stand in neat rows in front of the cell door waiting for roll call,” Li Yili said, raising her finger.

"Tch—do you think those bastards will listen to you?" Rebecca sneered from inside the iron cage.

“Miss Rebecca, if you don’t want your life to end in suffocation, you’d better not provoke me,” Li Yili said, patting the cage and giving Rebecca a bright smile.

Rebecca swallowed hard and lowered her head unwillingly.

“As long as I show up unharmed tomorrow morning, they will naturally cooperate with me obediently,” Li Yili sneered, looking up at the direction of the prison building, and many of the gazes fixed on him instantly disappeared.

These prisoners are shrewd individuals who survived the brutal "education" at Theresa Prison.

These prisoners did not cause trouble; their choice to observe was to wait for the King in Yellow's actions tonight.

If he were to disappear without a trace, these prisoners would simply continue as before, and he would become the subject of their conversations.

If he appears unharmed, the prisoners will split into two groups: one group will believe he has the means to deal with the King in Yellow, while the other group will believe the King in Yellow doesn't care about the Yellow Clan or what the prisoners in Theresa Prison are going through. But whichever group they are, they will continue to observe the situation.

Of course, he, Levi Strauss Richard, was the Yellow King in the mouths of these prisoners, so it was absolutely impossible for him to disappear without a trace.

So as long as they don't go too far, these prisoners are like frogs in slowly boiling water; by the time they realize what's happening, they're already cooked.

“Then get the warden to approve the funding to hire hundreds of cooks for Teresa Prison, and use his connections to secure several food procurement lines to ensure that Teresa Prison’s food reserves are always overflowing,” Li Yili snapped her fingers.

The jailer paused, then scratched his face somewhat sheepishly. "Mr. Li Yili, this isn't appropriate. We don't have that many jailers. Preparing hundreds of cooks and such... Haha—it's too extravagant, it's practically like being royalty, haha—"

Although he said he was sorry, the jailer's mouth was practically stretched to the back of his head in a grin.

Rebecca clicked her tongue in annoyance.

“Ah~ those cooks are responsible for preparing three meals a day for the prisoners here,” Li Yili waved her hand, “and so are the grain.”

"Eh!?"

Rebecca, who was muttering to herself, suddenly looked up, her face full of disbelief.

The jailer paused, then widened his eyes, "Mr. Li Yili, what you—"

Before the jailer could finish speaking, Li Yili grabbed his collar and pulled him close. She whispered in his ear, and just as the jailer thought Li Yili was going to threaten him and was about to declare that he would never be threatened, Li Yili said softly.

"How can we bring things in from the outside without establishing a few legitimate routes? The path to salvation... must be forged by ourselves."

The jailer was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at the shimmering, glowing Path of Teresa, then his eyes widened.

Smuggling route!?

If we could open up more grain procurement routes...

This means they can smuggle things in from the outside world more freely, and even... smuggle things out of the inside.

The jailer swallowed hard.

“Oh, right, the cells also need a good overhaul. The beds are all broken. Could you please ask the warden to arrange a route for purchasing essential supplies?” Li Yili loosened the guard’s collar and reached out to straighten the guard’s wrinkled clothes. “Of course, if the warden refuses, don’t worry… I will try my best to persuade him.”

The jailer nodded subconsciously.

"Oh, right, there are a few other things. Remember them. I think you're a talented person, upright and honest. That's exactly the kind of person I need. You'll be in charge of overseeing the procurement routes," Li Yili said with a smile, patting the prison guard on the shoulder. "Speaking of which, what's your name again?"

“Byron Brown!” The jailer’s eyes lit up with eager anticipation.

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you, Byron!"

Having witnessed the entire heinous transaction, Rebecca opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to say something, but remembering Li Yili's warning to stop suffocating, she gave up.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: I Directly Doubled the Price

"Valkyrie Valkyrie, here is your letter."

"I won't accept any letters except for the one about transferring me to Teresa Prison. Just throw them in the trash."

Valkyrie rested her right hand behind her head and raised her left hand to give the middle finger to the woman who opened the door to deliver the letter.

Although she didn't know what giving the middle finger meant, Valkyrie's undisguised contemptuous expression made it clear to the woman who delivered the letter that Valkyrie was humiliating her.

But she really didn't have any other options; she could still send the other staff members up.

Protests, protests, but Valkyrie Rei is a Valkyrie, the strongest unit in Galar Horn, and the most terrifying group of problem children. Galar Horn employees have a highly unified understanding of the Valkyrie, which is that if being humiliated a couple of times can end the trouble, then it's a great deal.

There are rumors that the main person in charge of their creative team was driven to death by the Valkyries' incurable personality. She always thought this was a slander from the enemy, but after experiencing it for a while, she even wondered why the enemy didn't make a fuss about it. How did those people manage to call these Valkyries heroes in the past?

"This is a letter from Theresa Prison, sent by Li Yili early this morning via express delivery."

Before the woman who delivered the letter could finish speaking, she felt a gust of wind. When she came to her senses, the letter in her hand had vanished. The lingering arcs of electricity in the air and her spiky hair suggested that the Valkyrie had moved in front of her in a terrifying way, seemingly unconcerned that the slightest misstep could kill her, and taken the letter.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now. Also, the higher-ups have told me to stop writing letters and coming to my door every day; I don't have time for that right now..."

The woman delivering the letter forcefully pressed down the hair sticking up on her forehead, about to say something, but seeing that Valkyrie was intently checking the envelope in her hand, she gave up on her attempt to talk to a brick wall.

"Anyway, you'd better watch yourself, because of the sea... you'll be very busy lately."

After saying this, the woman who delivered the letter turned and left, closing the door very politely.

Valkyrie, who was engrossed in reading the letter, rolled her eyes, opened the envelope, and then rolled her eyes.

"A bunch of bastards who wish for chaos in the world."

Inside the envelope was a booklet. Valkyrie curiously unfolded the booklet, and with a snap, a middle finger made of cut-up paper was revealed.

Valkyrie's lips twitched slightly before she rubbed her forehead and let out a heartfelt sigh of relief.

She had only ever seen this artistic style in Li Yili. The way Li Yili created the pop-up book had greatly increased her liking for her. In the end, money was just an external thing. Li Yili's talent and romance were the reasons she lay in Li Yili's bed. Sometimes she would sigh, "I am still a girl after all."

Although Li Yili's talent and romantic nature also make her money very quickly.

“But judging from this... this guy may be unhappy, but he has already grasped the basic situation of Theresa Prison,” Valhae Lei pointed to her middle finger. “The reason this guy is unhappy... that guy Ling didn’t contact Li Yili, nor did he give him any help?”

Valkyrie raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

Although she wrote letters every day and visited the front desk of the Hagen headquarters daily without obtaining permission to stay at Theresa Prison, and was even watched by other Valkyries to prevent her from rushing directly to Theresa Prison, her request for Valkyrie Ling to support Li Yili should have reached Theresa Prison on the first day. She personally did not like Valkyrie Ling, the most dangerous Valkyrie, to contact Li Yili, but she knew that Li Yili was a weakling with no strength and would easily be crushed by Theresa Prison, a meat grinder, without sufficient support.

Based on her understanding of Valkyrie Ling, she knew that Valkyrie Ling would contact Li Yili on the first day to reach an agreement.

Despite the danger, Valkyrie Ling was still very efficient.

Although Li Yili is usually talkative, she doesn't take credit for everything; once she accepts help, she accepts it.

However, more than that Valkyrie Ling did not support Li Yili, she was more concerned that Li Yili had managed to take control of Teresa Prison without any help.

"This guy... if he's an enemy, he's really terrifying..." Valhae Rei's eyes flickered, and she slowly snapped the pop-up book shut.

She had visited Theresa Prison before, and although she didn't know what the situation was like now, it had given her quite a fright back then.

So hell really does exist in this world.

“But they’re too reliable as accomplices,” Valkyrie laughed, placing the pop-up book on her lower abdomen, turning it around before opening a drawer and taking out a pile of letters.

Why don't you stop writing letters every day?

I've doubled it to two letters a day!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

August glanced at the ledger that Sher had handed him, and even when he saw the exaggerated funding requirements and the fact that the routes required connections to get through, his brow twitched violently.

First, Theresa Prison is a public prison, holding a large number of alien-like prisoners. Furthermore, an unknown number of temples lie buried beneath Theresa Prison. Putting aside the Black Gate and the Celestials and the Cult of Steam and Steel, the Galar Horn and Bishop Azavet are quite generous in terms of funding.

Xie Er reported that he was not unable to meet Li Yili's requirements, he was just a little conflicted.

From the beginning, he had anticipated that Li Yili would make exorbitant demands and try to completely overturn and change the entire Teresa Prison. However, he did not expect that Li Yili would not even bother to pretend and would start a big fight right away. This arrogant attitude... he almost thought that Li Yili was the warden and he was just a treasurer.

Normally, he definitely wouldn't have been able to tolerate it. He had spent most of his life in Teresa Prison. For him, Teresa Prison was his life, his everything, and the foundation for his future.

"Warden, so we..." Shel said cautiously.

He tentatively asked.

August's eyes flashed, and he waved his hand, "Ban—money is the least valuable thing in this world. What are these little bit of manpower and resources? If he wants it, give it to him."

“Well… I understand,” Sher nodded with a somewhat awkward expression. “By the way, Warden, today Li Yili had our men send out a letter urgently. The recipient should be Galar Horn. Should we contact the church?”

"No need, this is fine."

Sher instinctively opened his mouth, wanting to ask August the reason for neglecting Li Yili to this extent, but when he thought of August's personality, Sher abandoned this dangerous idea and turned to walk out quickly.

After Sher left, August let out a long sigh of relief and looked down at the entire Theresa Prison through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Give Her a Chicken Leg

With a wolf howl filled with resentment yet also a sense of liberated pleasure, Teresa's night began.