Chapter 581 The Aftermath of the Rebellion 2

The prison in Arda is different from other places. With the increase in fiscal revenue in recent years, Lord Paul Graman instructed the Ministry of Public Security to carry out a series of reforms in the prison.

The prisons of other lords are often dark and damp, and they do not see the sun all year round. When you walk in, a rotten, turbid, and disgusting smell will rush into your nostrils, and then stimulate your brain as if you were hit by a club. These terrible smells often come from the decay of objects, the feces or rotten wounds of prisoners, or even corpses that have not been handled in time. Even if you can tolerate the smell itself, you will always feel that there is not enough air to breathe because of poor ventilation. Not only that, the prison is often full of rats, cockroaches and lice. These unpleasant creatures make their homes and reproduce here. You will see a rat jumping in front of you from time to time, and if you do not leave in time, you will most likely unconsciously contribute to the expansion of the living space for cockroaches and lice - often your own residence.

After the transformation supervised by Paul himself, the prison in Alda has become a paradise in the eyes of mortals who serve sentences in traditional prisons - if they are lucky enough to see it. Each room has a small iron window for ventilation, and it is also guaranteed that there will be a period of time in a day when natural light can shine in. The floor of the prison is paved with bricks and stones, and the walls of the prison - whether it is the corridor or the prisoners' rooms - are painted with a layer of chalk powder. Even if the window is in the shade, it will not be too dark during the day under the reflection of light.

The prison's requirements for sanitary conditions are almost harsh. There are fixed toilets inside. The prisoners in each room are required to keep the room clean. A general cleaning is organized every month. Each prisoner will be issued three uniform prison uniforms after entering, and is required to change clothes at least once a week and take a bath twice. Rats, cockroaches, and lice are all treated as big enemies, and half of them will be surrounded and eliminated if they are found.

The prisoners get up at 6:30 every morning for roll call and are sent to the courtyard for exercise. They eat at 7:30, start working at 8:30, have lunch at 12:00, continue working at 1:00 in the afternoon, have dinner at 6:00 in the evening, do manual work after dinner, and can rest at 9:00. They can apply for a shower and must go to bed at 10:30.

To outsiders, Arda Prison seems to be almost a low-profile version of Arda Military Camp. In fact, many prisoners have become better in physique and temperament after being detained for several years because of years of physical exercise and regular work and rest.

Tennyson Fadeyev is hammering nails into a high stool that has already been formed. His task today is to assemble fifty such stools.

"Hey! Student! Do you want my help?" Someone around him asked him jokingly. In Arda's prison, prisoners are strictly prohibited from physical bullying. Those who violate it will be severely punished, but it cannot stop some people from talking nonsense.

Tennyson ignored him. He raised his head and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was going to take a short rest when he heard someone calling his name.

"Tennyson!"

The prison guard who he had only met a few times - it seemed to be the warden here - was approaching him accompanied by the guards.

The inmates consciously kept their distance from Tennyson. If this guy got into trouble, they would not be implicated.

"Tennyson. Fadeyev?" The warden stood in front of him and looked at his face.

"Yes, sir, I am Tennyson." He was a little scared. He was already unlucky enough. Was there a greater misfortune waiting for him?

The bad memories appeared in Tennyson's mind again. That day, he had just finished preparing the acid required by the teacher in the laboratory, and a group of fierce police rushed in and handcuffed him and said that he had participated in the rebellion. Tennyson was brought to this hellhole for no apparent reason. People from the Ministry of Public Security and the Ministry of Intelligence interrogated him repeatedly. He learned that his family had participated in the rebellion against the lord, and that he and his family were detained in the labor camp that previously held mercenary prisoners. Tennyson, who knew nothing, naturally did not get anything useful out of the interrogation, but he was not released innocently. Instead, he was ordered to work here every day. His hands, which were often burned by experimental drugs, were worn out with a layer of calluses.

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

"I... Can I go out?" The sudden good news made Tennyson a little overwhelmed.

"Yes, your teacher is here to pick you up, come with me."

"My teacher? Is it Master Wells?"

"Yes, come with me quickly!" The warden said and turned to leave.

Hearing that Tennyson was going to be released, the prisoners around him all cast envious and even jealous eyes at this guy they jokingly called "Student Boy". What a lucky boy, how could he have such a considerate and powerful teacher.

Tennyson, excited, followed the warden's steps and met Wells, his teacher whom he had not seen for more than ten days, in the reception room of the prison.

"Tennyson, you have suffered!" Wells greeted him as soon as they met.

"Teacher Wells, why are you here?"

Tennyson soon learned the whole story from the teacher, which included the conditions for his release.

"But...but what about my family?"

Tennyson was very excited at first when he heard the news that he was discussing prison time, but before he could express his gratitude to the teacher, he thought of his relatives of the same race.

Wells sighed and touched the student's shoulder, "The Lord 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 who did not directly participate in the rebellion will be pardoned."

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"Half a year? But...but...we are almost facing a brand new field!" Tennyson's tone revealed serious doubts.

Wells encouraged him: "Oh, Tennyson, you have to have confidence in yourself, you have to have confidence in your colleagues, and I will also be involved. Now let us go back to the laboratory and start research immediately. Don’t waste a second.”

Wells was a little excited now. In fact, on the way to the prison, he had already received the promise from the lord. He temporarily put aside his worries about the students, and then slowly thought about the tasks assigned by the lord. The more he thought about it, the more he felt about it. There is a lot to be done. Although it is not about finding a way to turn other substances into gold, turning ordinary iron into more powerful steel is enough to leave a mark in history.