The warden who guards the witches

In the cafeteria, Aiden sat on one side of the square table, and Veronica and Rebecca sat side by side opposite him. The prison guards who were eating in the cafeteria couldn't help but look at this side twice.

"Warden, the woman brought in looks familiar."

Sitting in the corner, prison guard Isabella talked to her boss, the warden Franda, who was sitting nearby.

"It seems to be a former colleague, the one who was replaced by Precia before." Franda just glanced at her and continued to eat.

"Didn't Veronica get off work? She actually stayed to eat too?" Isabella said again.

"She said she happened to encounter an incident outside the prison, so she stayed to help." Franda continued to eat slowly, "Didn't you see that many people were handed over by the warden just now?"

Isabella looked over there again, and raised the corner of her mouth with interest: "Hey, warden, do you think it will be--"

"Young people should not be so gossipy, eat well." Franda directly cut off the topic.

At the same time, the temperature at Aiden's table was gradually rising.

Rebecca looked solemn, looking at Aiden, then at Veronica, and finally couldn't help but speak: "Sorry, I really want to ask, forgive me for being presumptuous..."

She paused and asked: "What kind of dish is this?"

In the center of the table was a thick ceramic bowl, which was a hodgepodge of spices and various ingredients. It was bright red and hot, and the three people sitting around felt the surging heat.

"Spicy hot pot." Aiden answered calmly.

The three people's plates were all filled with bread as the staple food, and vegetable soup, only the main dish suddenly changed, it was a big bowl of spicy hot pot just out of the pot.

"What a strong fragrance, is this... a local dish? I've never seen it before." Rebecca was very confused.

"This is a dish created by our cafeteria. Try it." Aiden greeted casually, and then noticed that Rebecca seemed to have a hard time holding the fork, so he handed her the long-handled spoon in the pot in time, "Why don't you use the spoon to put the food on the plate first."

"Oh, oh..."

Rebecca hurriedly took it, and then was surprised to find that Aiden and Veronica each took out two thin wooden sticks and directly reached into the bowl to pick up the food.

"What are these?" Rebecca felt like she had come to a foreign country with completely different customs and habits.

"It's more convenient to eat this kind of food with this kind of tableware." Aiden answered briefly.

"I...learned it from everyone." Veronica said a little embarrassedly. She was not very skilled in using chopsticks, and it took her several times to successfully pick up the food.

Rebecca looked around and saw that several prison guards were holding similar tableware. This was the result of Aiden's canteen reform. Most of the menus he sorted out and pushed to the canteen were Chinese dishes, and many of them were easy to eat with chopsticks. Over time, a large number of prison guards learned to use chopsticks.

"Where did you learn this? I always feel that I have some impression of this..." Rebecca thought about it and suddenly realized something, "Aiden, you are not promoting any strange religion here, right?"

"Your words are a bit rude... Why do you suddenly ask this?" Aiden was confused.

"I remember seeing a recorded religious group in the historical archives of the Inquisition." Rebecca said seriously, "The members of that religious group seem to use this kind of tableware to eat."

"Is that so..." Aiden answered casually while picking up the dishes, and then suddenly stopped chopsticks.

He suddenly realized that something was wrong: "Do they also use this kind of tableware to eat?"

"Yes, the book says 'they will use very sophisticated techniques to hold two wooden sticks in one hand to pick up food', which is said to be their eating etiquette." Rebecca said as she recalled.

Aiden was secretly surprised. What kind of cult is the one that uses chopsticks? Cult of the Chopstick God?

No, it is possible that someone in this cult promoted this kind of tableware, and then it was misunderstood as a religious ceremony by others.

He has not heard of any other country that uses chopsticks in this world. The "fine tradition" of using chopsticks in this prison was brought here by him, a time traveler. If there are other people in this world who have nothing to do with him but can use chopsticks... they are probably his "fellow countrymen".

But Aiden was not particularly surprised by this. He had already guessed that the ruler of this world has the ability to summon souls from other worlds here, so it would not be surprising if there were more than one time traveler.

"Which cult is it?" Aiden asked immediately.

"I forgot the name, it was two or three hundred years ago..." Rebecca tried to recall, "It seems to have appeared in the old Reise Kingdom, and then it seemed to be involved in some incident and destroyed. I just found it by chance."

Two or three hundred years ago? If his fellow villager had not "attained the Tao and ascended to heaven", he should have passed away...

This cult, from the description, is probably also tinkered with by this time traveler.

Because there are real gods, and gods seem to be updated, there are countless religions in this world. It may be difficult to trace and research the destroyed cults, but since there are records in the historical archives of the Inquisition, it is likely that some information can be collected.

"Actually, I heard about this kind of tableware from others. I don't know where it came from, but I thought it was interesting, so I made a pair to try. I didn't expect it to work so well." Aiden made up a reason casually, "Please find the information of that cult and show it to me. I'm a little interested."

The past travelers may bring useful information to him...even resources. Aiden feels that he still needs to pay attention to this kind of thing.

"Okay..." Rebecca replied while picking up a piece of cauliflower with a fork and putting it into her mouth. The strong spicy taste immediately exploded on the tip of her tongue, and the right amount of spice rushed straight into her nose.

"Delicious!" She covered her mouth subconsciously. This exotic taste was quite new to her.

But Aiden's reaction seemed much more bland. This spicy hot pot was only so-so in his eyes. The ingredients in this world were different from those in his previous life. Many spices were not widely promoted and used, or even not at all - the most fatal thing was that there was no pepper, so he could only use other similar spices that were less effective instead.

In other words, this so-called spicy hotpot is only spicy, not numb, and has no soul. Although it tastes okay, it is not authentic.

"Sir." Veronica brought up the topic again, "Are you really going to live in prison from now on?"