Chapter 756 by Marina Vittori

The moment Caius bowed, everyone was stunned and stood frozen in place. They were all dumbfounded as their expressions filled with shock.

Unbelievable! The man before them was none other than Azkaban’s warden, a formidable martial arts grandmaster! He was a terrifying figure who held absolute authority over the fate of the prisoners.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say the warden was revered like a God within the prison walls. His very presence commanded respect. The idea of such an authoritative and godlike figure kneeling before a prisoner seemed utterly impossible.

“C-Caius? Why are you bowing? Get up…” The well-dressed, portly man was the first to react. He quickly fushed to Caius’ side, attempting to help him up.

“F**k off!” Caius slapped him and lashed out, “Don’t drag me down into the grave you dug!”

“Huh?” The portly man slumped to the ground, his face ashen. Had he offended an incredibly influential figure? His brother-in-law disassociated himself from him without hesitation.

“Caius Roswell? Azkaban’s warden?” The sudden turn of events left Dustin confused. “I don’t think I know you.”

“You may not know me, but your esteemed reputation precedes you. What happened today has been a mistake, and I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive us, Your Grace.” Caius maintained his bow.

He was anxious and broke out in cold sweat. If the Prince of Theswe found out they were holding the Rhys family’s kirin in Azkaban, Caius knew he would face dire consequences. After all, the Prince of Theswe had a protective nature.

“You got the wrong person. I’m not someone of noble rank.” Dustin responded stoically. He could tell Caius was fearful of the Rhys family’s influence.

“Right, right. My mistake. It was a slip of the tongue. I should have addressed you as Sir Rhys.” Caius nodded and smiled apologetically.

Caius’ fearful and servile demeanor left Cornelius and the rest of the prisoners dumbstruck. The formidable and merciless warden of Azkaban now appeared like a mere servant.

“Oh my God! Who the hel l is this young man? He actually made the warden bow before him.”

“Who knows? But he’s definitely someone with a formidable background!”

“I can’t believe our Shadow Gang managed to recruit such a formidable figure. It’s hard to tell if it’s a blessing or a curse.”

Everyone looked at Dustin differently. At first, they thought he was just another new prisoner. They taught him the rules, bragged, and even played the role of a boss.

Who would have thought this seemingly ordinary young man had such a formidable presence?

Even the warden of Azkaban had to show him deference.

“I misjudged him!” Cornelius swallowed. He recalled how he had wanted Dustin to bow before Caius. But their roles were remarkably reversed instead.

“Oh, Sir Rhys, by the way, someone is waiting for you outside. Why don’t I escort you out? It’s dirt y and sm elly here. It certainly doesn’t befit your status,” Caius suddenly changed the subject. “Someone is waiting for me? Who?” Dustin was curious. It had to be someone extraordinary if they could help him out of Azkaban.

Caius kept him in the dark instead of giving a direct answer. “You’ll find out when you get out.” “Let’s go.” Dustin nodded. He had just taken two steps forward before stopping abruptly.

He looked back at Cornelius and the rest of the group. Then, he said, “These people are my friends. They’re not exactly bad people. Can you release them?”