In the name of the true god

The basic uses of the wind element already include wind blades, wind shields, and riding the wind, which provide protection in terms of attack, defense, and movement. So what about the higher-level uses? What about the other elements, earth, water, and fire?

Jude somewhat understood why, despite possessing the laws of contact and similarity, wizards and resonance sorcerers were still left barely surviving.

Because, at least from the first major stage of involving wizards, 'tracking,' their extraordinary abilities have nothing to do with combat. If they were to actually encounter a priest, the outcome could be decided in an instant, and there would be no difference between the involved wizards and ordinary people.

I need to be more careful from now on...

If your identity is exposed and you are hunted down by the priests, you must never confront them head-on...

Knowing his own limited strength, Jude unconsciously lost some of his blind optimism about the current situation.

"You want to become a priest?" Connor asked, noticing Jude's somewhat dazed look.

"No, I'm just curious about what kind of power the priests possess," Jude quickly denied.

Connor simply advised, "To become a priest requires you to obey the will of God at all times. If you are someone who is used to being free and undisciplined, it's best not to have too much contact with the church."

As a priest, his older brother doesn't seem to be so fervent in his admiration for the Holy Church and the gods.

Was he deliberately "exaggerating" to avoid getting involved in anything too complicated, or did he actually hear or see something?

Jude seized the opportunity to extend the topic: "Brother, I'm quite curious about heretics. I heard someone say that there was once a very powerful heretic who claimed that the four great gods were all false gods before he was publicly executed. Is that true or false?"

"You mean Edmund Ravenscrown?" Connor narrowed his eyes, a hint of wariness in his gaze.

"I think that's the name." Jude pretended not to be familiar with it.

"Do you think you can believe what heretics say?" Connor asked rhetorically.

Having said all that, if he were to continue questioning the four deities from a "heretic's" perspective, it would go beyond mere curiosity. Jude could only agree, saying, "Indeed..."

Connor then added, "After you officially start work tomorrow, remember to be mindful of your actions, follow the instructions of the shift leader, and don't think that just because you're my younger brother you can disregard everyone else..."

"clear."

"And those criminals, most of them are desperate criminals. Don't give them any friendly treatment, or they'll just think you're easy to bully. Also, no matter how pitiful or in need of help they seem in front of you, don't let your guard down or approach them rashly. First, report the situation to the duty captain and follow their instructions..."

"clear."

"The prison's shifts are divided into day shifts and night shifts. If you don't want to work the night shift, first ask if any colleagues are willing to switch with you. If not, then you'll have to work the night shift. The prison provides food and lodging. If you can't cook, you can just eat in the canteen every day..."

"clear."

After giving Jude detailed instructions, Connor even asked him to repeat them to himself until he was sure Jude had memorized them before he was finally at ease.

Before we knew it, it was almost noon.

After settling in somewhat fussy, Connor walked around the house and asked, "Is there anything else you need?"

"There's nothing missing." Jude followed behind, not in a hurry to urge Connor to bring over the agreed seven thousand gold.

"Steel said he'd find you a better place if you think this is too small. It doesn't matter how far it is, because he's also planning to give you a brand new car—" Connor stopped in front of the balcony, "I've already turned all those down for you, and if we run into each other in prison, you should turn them down too."

"Okay," Jude readily agreed.

Connor remembered that he had politely declined Steele's check on Jude's behalf a few days ago, and worried that frequent discipline might cause resentment, so he added, "He's a very nice person, but the more that's the case, the less we should ask for things indefinitely. Don't be angry that I refused on your behalf."

"I understand." Jude understood Connor's thoughts.

"That's settled then. I'll go back and rest now. I'll be waiting for you at the prison gate at 7:00 AM tomorrow."

"Okay." Jude saw Connor to the door.

"Oh, right..." Before leaving, Connor remembered something else, "There might be some rumors going around in prison... If you hear them, don't take them to heart."

Rumors and gossip...

It must be about Connor and Steele...

He recalled how the priest Rodney had inquired about his brother Connor's past, ending with a disdainful and sarcastic remark.

It's safe to say that people like this are unavoidable...

"I understand," Jude replied, though he had a different thought in his mind.

If some clueless person were to deliberately ridicule or tease him in front of him, he wouldn't mind proving that Steele's check wasn't a waste of money.

After all, they had promised to defend Connor and Steele's love to the death.

Moreover, knowing full well about their relationship, they still provoked him, clearly wanting to test his limits and conduct a test of his obedience.

Tolerance is tantamount to indulgence.

To indulge them is tantamount to allowing them to ride on one's head.

This is absolutely not possible.

After seeing Connor off, Jude went out in the afternoon and bought two sets of casual clothes, two pairs of comfortable leather shoes, and then went to a pawn shop to buy a watch at a good price so he could keep track of the time.

October 5th, 448th year of the Divine Calendar, Friday.

On his first day at work, Jude, who took it very seriously, got up early, dressed in his newly bought casual clothes, and arrived at the main gate of the Royal Capital Heavy Prison just as dawn was breaking.

As a heavy prison that holds death row inmates and heretics, the management is naturally extremely strict.

Although Jude had completed some of the formalities, he still didn't have the authority to come and go as he pleased. He glanced at the time; it was 6:30, not long before the time he had agreed to meet his brother Connor, so he didn't ask the guard on duty to notify Connor to come and pick him up.

Twenty minutes later, Connor, who had just finished his night shift, arrived at the main entrance dressed in a smart prison overcoat and immediately spotted Jude waiting beside him: "When did you get here?"

"Just arrived." Jude didn't say much more.

Connor was quite pleased with his brother's punctuality, and then showed a document personally stamped by Steele Fernando to the guard who was saluting him: "He's a new prison guard, I'm taking him to complete the formalities."

"Yes, sir!" The guard read the documents and opened the gate on the side of the main entrance for Jude to pass through.

"Let's go." Connor raised his chin and led Jude into the capital's heavy prison.

As Connor detailed yesterday.

The layout of the capital's heavy prison can be described in a clear and straightforward way: large rings containing smaller rings.

Strictly speaking, there are only two roads connecting the inner ring road to the outer ring road.

To the east is the administration building connecting the two ring roads. The warden, deputy warden, and other high-ranking officials, as well as a group of civilian staff, work here.

To the west lies the factory where the prisoners work every day.

Connor led Jude all the way to the personnel office in the administration building, personally helping him register his information, collect his prison guard uniform, ID, and baton, and then showing him the way to the canteen, dormitory, and other places.

Finally, they took him into the inner ring road.

There are two long, gray buildings on the inner ring road.

One of the buildings encompasses both the first and second regular prison wards, and also includes a prisoner canteen, a small hospital, and a temporary rest room for prison guards. It is usually referred to simply as the regular prison ward building.

The other building contains death row inmates, solitary confinement wards, and heresy wards, and includes execution chambers and prayer rooms for priests. It is usually referred to as the special ward building.

"There's no canteen in the special prison ward?" Jude, now dressed in a prison guard uniform, asked, looking at the two buildings in front of him.

"No," Connor replied. "They hold either death row inmates, those in solitary confinement, or heretics. Given the extremely high level of danger, these people don't need to work, and naturally, they don't even have the right to go outside for fresh air. They need to be kept in solitary confinement cells 24 hours a day. Food and water are provided by the guards on a regular basis."

"Understood……"

"You've been assigned to work under Captain Orion Foster." Connor continued walking towards the general prison block. "He's not the most temperamental guy, but he's meticulous. I feel more at ease having you under his command."

Jude had no objections and followed Connor to sign his entry and exit record at the sign-in area at the entrance of the ordinary prison block. Then they went to the temporary rest room for prison guards on the second floor.

It was shift change time, and a group of prison guards were stuffing their civilian clothes into the closet and straightening the collars of their prison guard uniforms that they had just put on.

"Warden."

"Warden."

Upon seeing Connor arrive, the prison guards stopped what they were doing. Some gave him a polite salute, while others simply nodded in acknowledgment.

Connor stood still, expressionless, and said, "Let me introduce you all. This is Jude Viera, the new prison guard. Jude, these will be your colleagues from now on. Get to know them."

"Yes." Jude looked at the prison guards and felt that the gazes they were giving him were particularly complicated.

Although Connor didn't say it explicitly, the surname "Viera" is quite rare, and the two came together, so anyone could pretty much guess that they were brothers.

"Has Sergeant Foster arrived yet?" Connor called out.

"I'm here," a deep reply sounded.

A middle-aged prison guard with a stern face and a strong, muscular appearance stepped forward.

"This is your future captain, Orion Foster." Connor glanced at Jude, then nodded to Foster. "Captain Foster, Jude is in your hands now."