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The Warden of Sexy Witches

Experiencing life as a warden in a different world is quite the journey, to say the least. Thieves, pirates, assassins, master deceivers, terrorists... Werewolves, vampires, witches, necromancers, succubi... Welcome to the Rose Iron Prison, where the most dangerous witches from around the world are gathered. "I am determined to make this the best model prison in the world!" declared a prison guard who had crossed over to this alternate realm. "Warden, there's been another jailbreak!" "Bring them back and throw them into solitary confinement." Today at the Rose Iron Prison, it's another peaceful day. The warden remarked, "I'm just diligently managing my prison, how did I become a big shot in a different world?"

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Chapter 389: Strong Measures_1

At night, Aiden stepped down from the hired carriage and strode towards his own apartment. It was already very late, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the street. Coming home after a night shift was not an unusual occurrence for him.

The moment the carriage left, Aiden saw a tall man standing under the streetlamp near the apartment. He stood there quietly like a signpost, seemingly waiting for someone.

Upon seeing Aiden descend from the carriage, the man immediately approached, "Mr. Galrod?"

Leaning on his cane, Aiden stared at the man's face and replied bluntly, "I don't seem to know you."

In a situation like this, he could somewhat guess the man's identity.

"Gistas Royal Secret Police Intelligence Department action team leader, you can just call me Roddy," the man introduced himself with a smile, hat in hand.

"Being so forthright with your identity isn't something a competent intelligence officer should do," Aiden blinked.