Sir! Don't close the net!

Chris Dorf was certain that this was a night that every prisoner in Teresa Prison had been eagerly anticipating, a night when the King in Yellow, who would leave a terrible mark on Teresa Prison, clashed with Li Yili, who wanted to directly change the rules that had been in place in Teresa Prison until now.

Unfortunately, everything that was supposed to happen that night did happen. The Iron Maiden and the strange hounds were all there, and even the detestable knights who left a deep impression on the prisoners appeared. They surrounded the King in Yellow and wandered around with him. The bold dared not breathe, while the cowardly used violence to trap themselves in nightmares and dared not face reality.

When daylight arrived, the crisp sound of a whistle tore through the silence of the morning, giving all the prisoners a result.

"Roll call! Anyone who doesn't react within three seconds of my name being called is better off dead!"

Unaware of Li Yili's background, the prisoners of Teresa Prison unanimously opened their cell doors and stood in the corridor.

Accustomed to freedom, suddenly making them behave properly is certainly unpleasant, but it's also true that they're afraid. After all, this is Teresa Prison, a prison jointly built by the Galar Horn, the Black Gate and the Celestials, the Bishop of Azavet, and the Church of Steam and Steel. If you really want to kill them... they won't even be able to utter a fart.

They won't take any action until they understand the importance of this new manager.

"Wow—it's practically a vending machine filled with all sorts of terribly tasteless products," Li Yili complained, putting down the megaphone.

The two prison guards standing behind Li Yili wiped the sweat from their foreheads, unsure how to respond to her words.

"Hmm, it looks like most of the people have come out," Li Yili looked around, nodded, took the list handed to her by a jailer, cleared her throat, and began calling out the prisoners' names.

Although the management style is almost laissez-faire, Teresa Prison records information about every inmate in every cell, so detailed that he exclaimed on the spot that it was practically a prison.

Simon, on the top floor, couldn't help but glance at Sif's cell, which was near the stairwell.

Noticing Simon's subtle movements, Gajek was so frightened that the mud all over his body froze. He quickly whispered, "Simon, don't move! Do you want to be a chicken to be killed for the other monkeys to see?"

The best way to establish a rule is to make an example of someone to deter others.

The terrifying mark left by the King in Yellow the previous night was not only on the building, but also in the hearts of every prisoner. Therefore, they formed a common rule: never summon the King in Yellow. The new administrator's ambitions are clearly considerable.

They even dared to arrest Rebecca from the Yellow Robes, so killing a few prisoners is no problem at all. Perhaps this new administrator is waiting for a hero to challenge his newly established rules.

Simon was startled and immediately stood up straight, but his eyes were still fixed on Sif's cell.

Gajek sighed helplessly and began to ponder whether the beating he received for explaining Sif's situation to the jailer was worth it. He didn't think this new administrator would show any consideration for the prisoners' physical condition during the establishment of his authority.

But to Gajek's surprise, when Li Yili called out to Sif, she did not rush up aggressively even though Sif was not in the corridor.

Gajek peered in with some surprise, but didn't dare to look closely. If he got beaten up for looking too closely, he would really be furious.

After shouting for a full hour, Li Yili, feeling like her throat was about to burst into flames, decisively handed over the roll call to other prison guards, instructing them to divide the work by floor.

Thanks to the efforts of the prison guards, the roll call was quickly completed. Li Yili was somewhat disappointed that no prisoners caused trouble, but he was a good person, and a reasonable one at that. He wouldn't deliberately cause trouble just to establish his authority.

Li Yili turned her head and glanced at Rebecca, who was still locked in the iron cage.

Rebecca, who was yawning, noticed Li Yili's gaze and immediately growled in a low voice, but this time the roar was far less intimidating than before.

Li Yili pinched the bridge of her nose, pondered for a moment, and then raised her hand and pointed in the direction of the iron cage.

Give her a chicken leg.

A fragrant chicken leg fell into the iron cage in a beautiful parabola, only to be swallowed by a gaping maw before it even hit the ground.

"Alright, go ahead and distribute those booklets to them."

Li Yili raised her hand and waved, then turned and sat on the chair next to the iron cage. She casually plucked a blade of grass and poked it at Rebecca's nose through the cage. Rebecca, naturally, screamed angrily, trying to bite Li Yili's hand off.

Other prisons

After exchanging bewildered glances for a while, the soldiers gritted their teeth and pushed the cart, which was filled with other personnel, out overnight. They then distributed the booklets containing the new rules of Teresa Prison down the stairs one by one.

Soon the guards delivered the booklet to the top floor. Gajek subconsciously smiled ingratiatingly at the guards, took the booklet, and then bowed to see them off. Only after the guards left their floor did he begin to fiddle with the rather thick booklet in his hand.

The new administrator clearly wants to have complete control over Teresa Prison, and it's perfectly normal and a very inexperienced approach to establish a whole host of rules. The more rules there are, the more accustomed the prisoners become, and the more resistant they will be. Although prisoners are the lowest-ranking members of the prison, a good prison is one where prisoners behave well, so that it can function properly and generate profits. If all the prisoners continue to be uncooperative, unless the prison's builders are determined to abandon the entire prison and carry out a bloodbath, the only option left is for the administrator to be replaced.

Theresa Prison is a public prison, involving various forces, and it contains an unknown number of temples buried beneath it, so it is clearly impossible to abandon Theresa Prison.

Gajek shook his head, intending to flip through a couple of pages and call it a day, but the contents of the first page stunned him.

Breakfast is served between 8 and 9 AM.

Lunch is from 11 a.m. to 12 p.m.

Dinner is from 5 PM to 6 PM.

Gajek tilted his head; he could read and understand, but he didn't understand.

Because this is Teresa's Prison.

"Gah, Gah! Meals are being served starting today!" Simon exclaimed in astonishment, holding the booklet in his hands. "Four dishes and a soup?! Eggs and milk for breakfast!?"

"Don't call me Ga Zi!" Ga Zi couldn't help but raise his voice unconsciously, his muddy hands gripping the booklet tightly as he quickly scanned its contents.

Fighting between prisoners is prohibited.

Replace the personal items in the cell.

Additional work related to safe breeding and farming.

A new library is planned to be built.

The booklet slowly closed, and Gajek stiffly raised his head to look downstairs. The new manager was sitting in front of the iron cage, teasing Rebecca inside with weeds.

Is he going to turn this place into a real prison?

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Confession Before the Path of Theresa

As a prison where various forces are mixed together, Theresa Prison has both advantages and disadvantages. The disadvantage is that it is easy to offend one of the forces, which will cause the current operation to run into obstacles. When operating, you have to take this into consideration and that. The advantage is that it has an unimaginable network of connections. You can talk to anyone and get through to anyone.

Li Yili could tell at a glance that August was the kind of person who was very sincere on the surface, but who knew how many tricks he was hiding in his heart. Such a person had probably already made all the connections he could, so Li Yili spoke up quite readily. To Li Yili's surprise, August did not hide anything and simply used his network of connections to get everything he wanted.

He even thoughtfully approved the plan to build an archway outside Theresa Prison for the cooks to live and work, as well as a considerable number of military tents.

However, August, unusually, vehemently refused to send prisoners to cultivate the wasteland outside Teresa Prison. Even when Li Yili suggested sending enough guards to watch over the prisoners and selecting those who posed no danger to do the work, August showed no sign of backing down.

First and foremost, it is certain that August did not refuse the matter out of a sense of duty as warden.

There's no need to confirm anything after that.

Li Yili did not give up on the ranch and farmland plan. Although she wanted to cripple these prisoners, she had to give them something to do. Otherwise, they would not be prisoners, but rather treated like royalty.

After much back and forth, Auguste finally agreed to shrink the spacious lawn in the middle of Theresa Prison, which could have been used to build more than a dozen football fields, and to cultivate farmland and pastures.

The design of the canteen has not yet been finalized. In the end, it was decided to temporarily use a few military tents to allow prisoners to get their meals and eat in their own cells, and then send some prisoners to collect the plates and wash the dishes.

The project began quickly. Since food was provided, some prisoners were quite enthusiastic. Compared to mining the relics in the temple, digging and farming was much easier.

Chris Dougher, leaning on his hoe, watched with a complicated expression the various oddly shaped prisoners running back and forth on the lawn near the prison building, hoeing the ground.

He didn't know what words to use to describe the current situation.

Just then, Sher walked over and waved to Chris Dorf.

"Christopher, a believer has arrived; it's time for you to get to work."

Before Chris Dorf could speak, Li Yili, who was teasing Rebecca with weeds, suddenly stood up, her eyes lighting up. "Another idiot? Can I watch?"

Sher's lips twitched, but he still managed to suppress his speechless retort, "The rules don't say it's not allowed."

“Okay, Rebecca, let’s go for a walk.”

Li Yili got up and pulled the chain connecting Rebecca's collar. He wasn't confident he could put Rebecca back in the cage unharmed, but he really wanted to walk the dog. So, as a compromise, Li Yili added four cages under the metal cage.

"Rebecca, look how good I am to you. I take you for walks every day because I'm afraid you'll get depressed. Have you ever thought about becoming my dog?"

Li Yili tried to stick her fingers into the iron cage to scratch Rebecca's chin, but Rebecca's defiant and murky eyes...

Tell him that if he moves his finger any further forward, he might lose it.

"It's really sad, but I have plenty of patience. Let's go, Xiao Lei."

Li Yili smiled and nodded, pulling on the chain and carrying the iron cage towards the source of the Teresa Road.

Chris Dorf and Sher exchanged a glance, sighed helplessly, removed the blade from the hoe, and, leaning on their canes, headed towards the source of Teresa's Path.

This time, the believer was a man who appeared to be over 1.8 meters tall, with a plump build, but a pale face. Judging from the gold ring on his hand and the style of his clothes, he should be a wealthy man of noble lineage.

“This is Fried, a nobleman from Hagen,” Sher gestured to the pale-faced man.

"Is your life too comfortable, Your Excellency, and you've come to Teresa Prison seeking excitement?" Li Yili asked sarcastically, one hand on her waist and the other tilting her head. "Or did you do something wrong and can't sleep at night, so you came here to pretend you've forgotten about it?"

Li Yili originally thought that this man named Fried would break down like a typical aristocrat and point his finger at her, yelling, "Do you know who I am?"

But Fried's next move stunned Li Yili.

The man named Fried knelt down with a thud, pressed his hands to the ground, and wept bitterly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault—I shouldn't have done that—"

"I will change, and I will never do it again!"

Sher remained calm, clearly having witnessed this scene countless times before.

Li Yili opened his mouth, somewhat surprised, because he could see that this nobleman named Fried was truly repenting from the bottom of his heart. But the next second, Li Yili narrowed his eyes and did not feel any pity for the nobleman's tears.

The nobleman wasn't suffering because he realized how terrible his actions had been and because he was remorseful for those he had hurt. He was terrified and in pain because he now knew that hell existed and he felt he would go there.

That's why I repent and apologize.

"You don't actually think that..."

Before Li Yili could finish speaking, Chris Dougher raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder, "That's enough."

Li Yili clicked her tongue in annoyance and turned her face away.

Chris Dorf smiled helplessly, stood with his stick, approached Fried, turned around, and knelt down. "You've worked hard to reach Theresa's Path. I'll carry you away from here."

Fried nodded vigorously, his over 1.8-meter-tall body, weighing at least 85 kilograms, pressed down on Chris Dougher's fifty-something-year-old body. Li Yili could clearly see Chris Dougher's legs tremble, and the cane he was using as a crutch sank into the ground.

The Path of Teresa was long and turbulent, but Chris Dorf still stepped onto it with his cane, walking towards the end of this path of redemption under the scouring of the Path of Teresa.

Li Yili lost interest in continuing her walk and instead pulled the iron cage back to the cabin. Two hours later, Chris Dougher dragged his tired body back to the cabin.

After thinking for a moment, Li Yili rested her chin on her hand and said, "People who do good deeds to avoid going to hell will never go to heaven."

Chris Dougher paused as he pushed the door open, then closed it after a brief silence, and smiled helplessly as he rested his hands on the ends of the cane that served as his crutch.

"If it's that strict... you're already in hell even before you're dead."

Chapter Thirty: They Need a Helping Hand

strict?

me?

Li Yili looked at Chrisdorf with some surprise, her right hand, which had been supporting her chin, fell to her lap, and she looked up at the sky. After a brief silence, Li Yili shrugged.

“I always thought this word had nothing to do with me.”