Chapter 581 – Aftermath of the rebellion 2

Chapter 581 – The Aftermath of the Rebellion 2
Arda’s prisons were different from the rest of the country, and with the reported increase in revenues in recent years, the lord, Count Paul Greiman, had instructed the Ministry of Public Security to carry out a series of renovations to the prisons.

The prisons of other lords are often dark, damp and do not see sunlight all year round, when you walk inside, a rotten, muddy and disgusting smell will rush into your nostrils, which will then stimulate your brain as if you were hit by a stifling stick, these horrible smells often come from the rottenness of the artifacts, the feces of the prisoners or rotten wounds, or maybe even the corpses that have not been disposed of in time, that is to say, even if you can Even if you can tolerate the smell itself, you will always feel that there is not enough air to breathe because of the poor ventilation. Not only that, the prison cell is often filled with rats, cockroaches and lice, these unappealing creatures make their home and reproduce here, and you will see a rat jumping over in front of you every now and then, and if you don’t leave in time, you will probably unconsciously contribute to the cockroaches and lice expanding their living space – often, it’s just a matter of time before you leave. living space – often your own place.

And Alda’s prison, after the renovations overseen by Paul himself, had simply been transformed into a paradise in the eyes of those mortals serving time in traditional prisons – if they were lucky enough to see it. Every room had a small barred window for ventilation and to ensure that natural light would come in at certain times of the day, the floors were paved with masonry and the walls – both in the corridors and in the prisoners’ rooms – were painted with a layer of chalk. The walls of the prison – both in the corridors and in the prisoners’ rooms – were painted with a chalky white powder, so that, even when the windows were shaded, the reflection of the light did not make them too dark in the daytime.

The prison’s requirements for hygienic conditions border on the harsh; there are regular toilets inside, and inmates in each room are required to keep the room they live in neat and tidy, with cleaning organized every month; each inmate is issued three uniforms upon entry, and is required to change clothes and bathe at least twice a week. Rats, cockroaches and lice are treated as enemies, and any trace of them will be rounded up.

Inmates wake up at 6:30 a.m. every day and are called to the courtyard to run exercises, 7:30 a.m. to start dinner, 8:30 a.m. to start labor, 12:00 p.m. to eat lunch, 1:00 p.m. to continue to work, 6:00 p.m. to eat dinner, after eating to do handwork, 9:00 p.m. to end the labor can be rested and can be applied to take a shower, 10:30 a.m. must go to bed.

To an outsider, Alda Prison seems to be almost a lower version of Alda Barracks. In fact, after a few years of internment, many of the inmates surprisingly became better in physique and temperament than before because of the constant physical exercise and regular routine.

Tennyson. Fadeyev was hammering nails into an already-formed high stool; his task today was to assemble fifty such stools.

“Hey! Student boy! Want me to help?” Someone around him asked him playfully. Physical bullying of inmates was strictly forbidden in Alda’s prisons, and those who violated it would be severely punished, but that didn’t stop some people from having their way.

Ignoring it, Tennyson raised his head and touched the sweat on his forehead, intending to take a little break, when he heard someone calling his name.

“Tennyson!”

The prison guard, whom he had only met a few times – the warden here, it seemed – was approaching himself, accompanied by the guards.

The warders consciously distanced themselves from Tennyson; if this guy got unlucky, don’t involve yourself.

“Tennyson. Fadeyev?” The warden stood on his heels, sizing up his face.

“Yes, my lord, I am Tennyson.” Something in him was afraid; he had been unlucky enough; was there a greater misfortune awaiting him?
Bad memories appeared in Tennyson’s mind again, that day he had just finished the acid that his teacher had asked him to prepare in the lab, when a group of fierce police rushed in and handcuffed him, saying that he had joined the rebellion. Inexplicably Tennyson was brought to this hellish place, the people from the public security department and the intelligence department repeatedly interrogated him, and he realized that his family was involved in the rebellion against the lord, and the people from his family were detained in the labor camp that used to take in mercenary prisoners. Tennyson who didn’t know anything was naturally not interrogated to find out anything useful, but the innocent man wasn’t released, but was ordered to work here every day, and his hands that were originally often burned by the experimental potion had worn out a layer of calluses.

The warden patted him on the shoulder and said expressionlessly, “Congratulations to you, Mr. Tennyson Fadeyev, you are about to be set free?”

“I …… I can get out?” The sudden good news left Tennyson somewhat overwhelmed.

“Yes, your teacher is coming to pick you up, come with me.” “My teacher? Is it Master Wells?”

“Yes, hurry up and follow me!” The warden said and turned to leave.

Hearing that Tennyson was going to be released, the surrounding inmates all cast envious and even jealous glances at this guy they jokingly called “student boy”, good luck kid, how can people have a teacher who is so considerate of his students and has strong energy.

Excited Tennyson followed the warden’s pace, in the prison reception room to see their own has been more than ten days did not see the teacher Wells.

“Tennyson, you have suffered!” At first glance, Wells snatched a greeting.

“Mr. Wells, what brings you here?”

Tennyson quickly learned what happened from his teacher’s mouth, which included the conditions for his release.

“But …… but what about my family?”

Tennyson was initially very excited to hear the news that he had a discussion about jail time, but before he could express his gratitude to his teacher, he remembered his relatives of the same clan.

Wells sighed and stroked his student’s shoulder, “His Lordship has already said that if we can find a way to make steel on a large scale within half a year, everyone in your family not directly involved in the rebellion will be pardoned.”

“Half a year? But …… but …… we’re practically facing a whole new field!” Tennyson’s tone revealed serious skepticism.

Wells encouraged him, “Oh Tennyson, have faith in yourself, have faith in your colleagues, I’ll be involved, now let’s get back to the lab and get to work on it right away, not a minute too soon.”

Wells now had a small amount of excitement, in fact on the way to the prison he had been promised by the lord he had temporarily put aside his worries about his students and then slowly thought about the task the lord had given him, the more he thought about it the more he realized that there was a great deal of promise in it, it wasn’t a matter of finding a way to turn any other substance into gold, but to turn ordinary iron into a much stronger steel was enough to leave a mark on the pages of history The more I think about it, the more I realize that this is a great opportunity.

(End of chapter)

Chapter 581 – The Aftermath of the Rebellion 2
Arda’s prisons were different from the rest of the country, and with the reported increase in revenues in recent years, the lord, Count Paul Greiman, had instructed the Ministry of Public Security to carry out a series of renovations to the prisons.

The prisons of other lords are often dark, damp and do not see sunlight all year round, when you walk inside, a rotten, muddy and disgusting smell will rush into your nostrils, which will then stimulate your brain as if you were hit by a stifling stick, these horrible smells often come from the rottenness of the artifacts, the feces of the prisoners or rotten wounds, or maybe even the corpses that have not been disposed of in time, that is to say, even if you can Even if you can tolerate the smell itself, you will always feel that there is not enough air to breathe because of the poor ventilation. Not only that, the prison cell is often filled with rats, cockroaches and lice, these unappealing creatures make their home and reproduce here, and you will see a rat jumping over in front of you every now and then, and if you don’t leave in time, you will probably unconsciously contribute to the cockroaches and lice expanding their living space – often, it’s just a matter of time before you leave. living space – often your own place.

And Alda’s prison, after the renovations overseen by Paul himself, had simply been transformed into a paradise in the eyes of those mortals serving time in traditional prisons – if they were lucky enough to see it. Every room had a small barred window for ventilation and to ensure that natural light would come in at certain times of the day, the floors were paved with masonry and the walls – both in the corridors and in the prisoners’ rooms – were painted with a layer of chalk. The walls of the prison – both in the corridors and in the prisoners’ rooms – were painted with a chalky white powder, so that, even when the windows were shaded, the reflection of the light did not make them too dark in the daytime.

The prison’s requirements for hygienic conditions border on the harsh; there are regular toilets inside, and inmates in each room are required to keep the room they live in neat and tidy, with cleaning organized every month; each inmate is issued three uniforms upon entry, and is required to change clothes and bathe at least twice a week. Rats, cockroaches and lice are treated as enemies, and any trace of them will be rounded up.

Inmates wake up at 6:30 a.m. every day and are called to the courtyard to run exercises, 7:30 a.m. to start dinner, 8:30 a.m. to start labor, 12:00 p.m. to eat lunch, 1:00 p.m. to continue to work, 6:00 p.m. to eat dinner, after eating to do handwork, 9:00 p.m. to end the labor can be rested and can be applied to take a shower, 10:30 a.m. must go to bed.

To an outsider, Alda Prison seems to be almost a lower version of Alda Barracks. In fact, after a few years of internment, many of the inmates surprisingly became better in physique and temperament than before because of the constant physical exercise and regular routine.

Tennyson. Fadeyev was hammering nails into an already-formed high stool; his task today was to assemble fifty such stools.

“Hey! Student boy! Want me to help?” Someone around him asked him playfully. Physical bullying of inmates was strictly forbidden in Alda’s prisons, and those who violated it would be severely punished, but that didn’t stop some people from having their way.

Ignoring it, Tennyson raised his head and touched the sweat on his forehead, intending to take a little break, when he heard someone calling his name.

“Tennyson!”

The prison guard, whom he had only met a few times – the warden here, it seemed – was approaching himself, accompanied by the guards.

The warders consciously distanced themselves from Tennyson; if this guy got unlucky, don’t involve yourself.

“Tennyson. Fadeyev?” The warden stood on his heels, sizing up his face.

“Yes, my lord, I am Tennyson.” Something in him was afraid; he had been unlucky enough; was there a greater misfortune awaiting him?
Bad memories appeared in Tennyson’s mind again, that day he had just finished the acid that his teacher had asked him to prepare in the lab, when a group of fierce police rushed in and handcuffed him, saying that he had joined the rebellion. Inexplicably Tennyson was brought to this hellish place, the people from the public security department and the intelligence department repeatedly interrogated him, and he realized that his family was involved in the rebellion against the lord, and the people from his family were detained in the labor camp that used to take in mercenary prisoners. Tennyson who didn’t know anything was naturally not interrogated to find out anything useful, but the innocent man wasn’t released, but was ordered to work here every day, and his hands that were originally often burned by the experimental potion had worn out a layer of calluses.

The warden patted him on the shoulder and said expressionlessly, “Congratulations to you, Mr. Tennyson Fadeyev, you are about to be set free?”

“I …… I can get out?” The sudden good news left Tennyson somewhat overwhelmed.

“Yes, your teacher is coming to pick you up, come with me.” “My teacher? Is it Master Wells?”

“Yes, hurry up and follow me!” The warden said and turned to leave.

Hearing that Tennyson was going to be released, the surrounding inmates all cast envious and even jealous glances at this guy they jokingly called “student boy”, good luck kid, how can people have a teacher who is so considerate of his students and has strong energy.

Excited Tennyson followed the warden’s pace, in the prison reception room to see their own has been more than ten days did not see the teacher Wells.

“Tennyson, you have suffered!” At first glance, Wells snatched a greeting.

“Mr. Wells, what brings you here?”

Tennyson quickly learned what happened from his teacher’s mouth, which included the conditions for his release.

“But …… but what about my family?”

Tennyson was initially very excited to hear the news that he had a discussion about jail time, but before he could express his gratitude to his teacher, he remembered his relatives of the same clan.

Wells sighed and stroked his student’s shoulder, “His Lordship has already said that if we can find a way to make steel on a large scale within half a year, everyone in your family not directly involved in the rebellion will be pardoned.”

“Half a year? But …… but …… we’re practically facing a whole new field!” Tennyson’s tone revealed serious skepticism.

Wells encouraged him, “Oh Tennyson, have faith in yourself, have faith in your colleagues, I’ll be involved, now let’s get back to the lab and get to work on it right away, not a minute too soon.”

Wells now had a small amount of excitement, in fact on the way to the prison he had been promised by the lord he had temporarily put aside his worries about his students and then slowly thought about the task the lord had given him, the more he thought about it the more he realized that there was a great deal of promise in it, it wasn’t a matter of finding a way to turn any other substance into gold, but to turn ordinary iron into a much stronger steel was enough to leave a mark on the pages of history The more I think about it, the more I realize that this is a great opportunity.

(End of chapter)