Chapter 330: Chapter 330: The Affinity of the Rich_1
That evening, in the core district.
"So, newbie, why exactly did you go and steal from your employer? It was clear youād get caught, right?" The inmate in cell number seventeen leaned on the railing and asked the inmate in the adjacent cell fifteen.
"Sigh, ever since I was little, Iāve always prayed that I would become rich. Iāve pretty much worshipped every god Iāve heard of, hoping that one day Iād wake up to find gold or jewels beside my pillow. But, as it turned out, it was all in vain."
The new inmate in the core district, assigned to cell fifteenāPrisoner 1562 "Susan Feng"āleaned on the railing as she responded.
Aiden had arranged a single cell for her, allowing her to only occasionally exchange a few words with the inmates in the nearby cells.
"So you just went ahead and stole things?"
"No, I just realized one day that divine charity probably isnāt dispensed that way. So I thought I should steal something expensive and then pray to the gods not to get caught." Disguised as a maid, Sophie Carter deliberately sighed, "But now it seems it was all in vain."
Her joke elicited a burst of laughter from the surrounding cells, with one inmate laughing while bemoaning, "Haha... damn it, stop telling jokes... My rib aināt healed yet, I canāt laugh!"
After the incident with the Red Shark Pirates, many of the escaped prisoners had been severely beaten and still had not fully healed.
"With your ability to talk the talk and act, why not go on stage yourself?" Fille from the next cell, number thirteen, leaned on the railing and joined the conversation, "You could probably make a decent amount of money, right?"
"Who would support someone with average looks like me?" Sophie sighed, "Actually, Iāve learned a bit of singing and acting by following Miss Carterās example. She even told me that I had a talent for performing arts. I joked with her, āIf I entered this industry, wouldnāt I be competing with you?ā And she actually replied, āWith your looks, Iām not worried.ā"
"Haha, thatās so real!" Fille laughed, "I do remember that pop star was really popular. When I had my shop outside, people often named her as the one they wanted to see in their dreams."
"What!?" Sophie raised her voice involuntarily.
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"Itās pretty normal. Good looks, good figure, high popularity... If she really entered this business, the line of men would probably stretch all the way down Fireworks Alley." Fille was oblivious to the new inmateās reaction next door, "Whenever I get such a request, I hike up the price. The fans are always willing to pay; set the price too low and theyāll get upset, saying itās an insult to their idol."
"Isnāt that all insults anyway?" Sophie felt a mix of emotions, "Oh well, if itās just in dreams..."
"That star must rake in a lot of money, right? I remember she bought a luxurious apartment in Goldenspring Garden in the uptown district?" Fille continued the topic.
"Yes, sheād just bought it... Thatās where I was caught." Sophie replied.
"Youāve been there, whatās the place like? Iāve considered buying a place in Goldenspring Garden myself."
"Itās quite nice... wait, you want to buy?" Sophie was a little surprised, "If I may be so bold, do you have that kind of money?"
"I can afford one or two apartments there, for sure. Have the property prices there been shooting up a lot recently?" Fille responded matter-of-factly.
"Not really..." Sophie realized she might have underestimated the purchasing power within this prison if she could find someone whose consumer level was on par with her own.
...Although it was someone who managed a prostitution ring.
"Does it make sense for you, a succubus, to buy a mansion?" Carmilla, who lived in the diagonally opposite cell ten, suddenly chimed in, "Most of the time youāre either out pimping or dining in jail, right?"
"Buying it wonāt make it go bad, and real estate is appreciating right now," Fille replied.
"Thatās right, the housing prices in Silvertown and Black Iron City are seeing a considerable increase," Sophie agreed.
"You know about this stuff too, as a maid?" Fille asked.
"Iāve often heard Miss Carter mention it..." Sophie took the opportunity to start chatting with the succubus in the next cell about the wealthy peopleās topic of house speculation.
Meanwhile, the witch duo from cell twelve kept observing the newcomer in the diagonally opposite room.
"This new girl is fitting in a bit too well, quite eloquent," Presia whispered to Daili, "Is she really just a little thief who stole something?"
"I discreetly asked the jailer about it, and their story matches what sheās said about herself. Sheās just a common inmate, a maid who stole from her employer. Apparently, there was some issue with her behavior, and the warden requested she be transferred here," Daili answered.
"So you think thatās all there is to it?" Presia asked, "They made a single cell specially available for her, which might be explained by the possibility of her being a common person who could get ruined by the other inmates..."
"How could that be? To be so open among so many oddities, could a regular maid have ever seen such scenes?" Daili shook her head, "And look closerāsheās been locked up in the core area and has been clamped with extra shackles, which have been painted with an identifying color. This means our warden takes this newcomer very seriously. There are only a few red-level inmates who normally wear shackles, right?"
"Hmm, to be honest, I always feel thereās something odd about this girl, but I canāt quite put my finger on it," Presia pondered.
The two witches exchanged glances but neither spoke aloud the suspicions they had in mind.
From this seemingly ordinary maid, they both sensed the same kind of extraordinary but opposite quality that they had felt in another old friend of theirs.
At this moment, Fille and Sophie were getting along even better as they chatted.
"Youāre a maid and yet you know about the Silvertown familyās handbags?" Fille said.
"I was in charge of managing those luxury items for Miss Carter. Oh my, I never thought Iād meet such a tycoon in jail. How about I work for you when we get out?" Sophie joked with her.
"No thanks, Iām afraid you might clean out everything in my house."
"Didnāt you say this was your fifth time in here... Then thatās just perfect. If I get caught, I could come in to keep you company," Sophie countered.
...
Fille rarely had the chance to talk about wealthy peopleās topics, as there were hardly any prisoners in jail with financial resources on her level. And how could those high society ladies and rich young heiresses possibly deign to sit and chat with a pimping succubus?
Suddenly, she felt a strong connection with the newcomer and even thought she might be willing to spend a little money to provide some protection for her if necessary.
Just then, the doors to the core area opened.
"Wardenās inspection, everyone up to the door!" the voice of the district warden Flandre boomed from the direction of the gate.