"Bring out the traitor Midianmeier," cried Winston de Spencer to the gendarme, "and I will investigate him myself."
He held a warrant from the Military Justice Department in his hand, followed by his partner Master Badong, looking in the direction of the detention room with excitement on his face.
"Let's not waste time here," Badong looked at the dark and cold cell and whispered, "Fisher said they got Ophelia, let's try it too, it's not better than talking nonsense here. "
"You don't understand this," Winston shook his head, and the fat on his face trembled. "Victory is more delicious when mixed with bitter irony. Didn't this guy Midianmaia threaten to send us to the military court? , but it was himself who was caught in the end; and we will go enjoy his woman in a moment. This is really a double delicacy."
While the two were chatting, the corridor echoed with the sound of chains dragging across the ground, and Midianmaia was taken out by the military police.
His weapons and armor were confiscated, even his military uniform jacket was stripped off, and his wrists and ankles were tied with heavy chains. On a cold winter night, he wore a shirt dyed red and black, with several worthless Iron Eagle medals hanging on the collar.
Winston was already laughing, shaking the jar of confessional in his hand: "You see, this is the consequences of opposing us. I want to record a confession for him about the rebellion conspiracy!"
Young Master Badong wanted to echo a few words. But Mediamaia stepped out of the shadows. He raised his head, his eyes were calm, and his golden hair was not messy at all, as if he had combed it before being taken out of the cell.
The gendarmes pushed him down onto a low stool and locked him up like a wild animal.
Midianmeiya sat quietly, watching the criminal he arrested not long ago looking down at him arrogantly surrounded by a group of soldiers. The criminals during the day became the enforcers, and the enforcers became the prisoners.
However, there was no wave in Midianmaiya's blue eyes, neither fear nor anger...
Young Master Badong suddenly had an unknown premonition.
"Hey, Wolfgang Midenmeier, was born in a low-level knight family, and is the second son without inheritance rights." Winston was completely unaware of it. Instead, he opened the case file and pretended to interrogate, "You humble civilian. , Is there anything else you want to say?”
Midianmaiya glanced at him and asked, "What time is it now?"
"Tch," Winston clicked his tongue after being asked the rhetorical question, but he soon laughed, "We must seize the time at a quarter past seven. At half past seven, I will meet with Badong and Fisher. Let's have a delicious dinner together. You know what we're going to have? It's something you're very familiar with and full of elasticity..."
"Seven twenty." Midianmaiya said calmly.
"What's seven-twenty?" Master Badong asked vigilantly, "Be clear."
"What the heck, seven-twenty!" Winston patted the table, "Listen to me, and then..."
"In five minutes, someone will call you out."
"Um?"
In the doubtful eyes of a group of people, Midianmaiya said:
"His military rank is higher than yours, and his status is higher than yours. He calls you out, greets you cordially, asks about the battle during the day, and talks about insignificant things.
"Then he will issue an order to release me, to return my weapons and equipment, and to give me a cup of hot cocoa."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Winston shouted, "Come on, give this civilian a confessional! Feed him!"
The gendarmes hesitated and picked up the small jar of confessional, but did not do it immediately.
"Of course, you will object fiercely, list out various reasons, and contact your superiors immediately," Midianmaiya continued, "but it is of no use. The people who come are indifferent, and they have absolute power to make you submit.
"You will use your family and your family's allies to threaten this officer and never give up. However, he doesn't care and even wants to laugh."
"You, what are you talking about..." Young Master Badong trembled with his buttocks, and then remembered the scene where Midian Maier captured him on the spot during the day.
"I, Wolfgang Midenmeier, come from a low-level knight family, and I am a poor boy with no savings.
"When I was twelve years old, the army let me enter the free junior sergeant school.
"At the age of fifteen, I was drafted and sent to the East. The following days were spent in mud, water, broken corpses and internal organs."
Midian Maier said calmly. However, those calm eyes seemed to be ignited with hot flames, making everyone afraid to look directly at them.
“I don’t have much property, and I don’t know when I will die in which ditch.
"On the edge of the civilized world, I sacrificed my sword and blood to this kingdom. This is my obligation, and there is no way around it. I have never felt that it was bad."
The gendarmes had put down the confessional and unknowingly retreated to the corner of the room. Neither Wenstu nor Badong could interrupt, so they could only listen to Midian Maier's words.
"It was at that place. When we were gathering for the first battle, we had to block the gap in the battle line. In the queue, the girl in front of me was a girl with a ponytail. She was very slender and seemed to fall down when the wind blew. You shouldn't come to this kind of place.
“Not only her, but also the people behind, left, and right, were all like me, wearing ill-fitting armor and out of breath.
"From that moment on, I knew that I could always trust them. Even if they were not strong or tall, I could always trust Ophelia and everyone.
"Because - we are the same kind of people, gathered from all corners of the world.
"we are--
"Blood tax."
There was silence in the interrogation room.
"boom!"
Such a quiet place suddenly shook like a mountain. The solid door that separated the interrogation room from the outside world howled miserably, as if the steel and hardwood that made it were twisted and deformed by an irresistible force.
"Look," Midianmeiya raised his chin toward the door, "They are here.
"Go quickly, I'll wait for you here.
“Don’t forget the hot cocoa!”
…
Griffith wore a blue cavalry officer's uniform and a dressy wool cloak. Holding two swords in his hands, he stood in the hall of the military police camp, with scrap metal twisted into a ball at his feet.
Behind him were Lana and Ophelia, who frightened the officers and soldiers so much that they dared not move with their selective eyes.
When Winston and Badong were called out of the interrogation room and brought to Griffith. Griffith was looking at the street lamp outside the window, as if there were some extraordinary patterns on it.
Then, he turned around and looked at the two nobles with a breathtaking smile.
"Good evening, Winston, Badong, my friend, the battle with the rebels must be very hard. I suggest you drink a glass of hot milk before going to bed, do a soft exercise, and sleep until dawn without any stress. "
"..." Winston's face was distorted.
"Well," Griffith said happily when the two of them didn't respond, "I announce that Midian Maier will be recruited to join my army to defeat and pursue the rebels. I order you in the name of the leader of the second-level assault squadron Release him and return weapons and equipment."
"Do you want a cup of hot cocoa?" Winston gritted his teeth.
"Oh, what a wonderful idea, you are so considerate, please make sure to give us a pot," Griffith whispered to Ophelia, "We both love sweets!"
"Nonsense!" Winston shouted. "He is a prisoner of the Gendarmerie and is subject to investigation by the Court Martial. We have a clear written order to arrest him! None of you can take... uh, uh-uh!"
Winston's scream suddenly came back in his throat. An invisible, irresistible force locked his throat and lifted him up.
He struggled desperately, trying to grasp this invisible force with his hands, but he could only grasp the air. The tightening of the noose, the suffocation and the severe pain made his face turn as purple as a pig's liver.
I'm going to die, I'm going to die, this, what is this...
Griffith held his right hand empty and looked coldly at the suffocated young noble. There was a sudden stench in the air, and water seeped from Winston's trousers.
"thump!"
Winston fell to the ground and passed out.
"What did he just say?" Griffith looked at Badong.
"You can't touch me!" Badong jumped up like a rabbit that had been stepped on. "I am a noble, and my father is a member of the Arcane Parliament! Yes, there is Fisher, and his uncle is the commander of the military police! If you dare to touch me, we will find Lord Aaron, find the Archon, and find the Headmaster!"
Griffith looked at the yelling Badong quietly and suppressed the corners of his mouth. After he yelled for a while, he slowly spoke and asked:
"Can you give Midianmaia to me?"
"Of course," Badong almost blurted out, "right away, I'll go right away."
The gendarmes ran away under the leadership of Badong. Griffith turned around, looked at Ophelia, and then at Lana.
"I have to write a few letters, Lana, please help me deliver them." Griffith said.
"Okay, who should I give it to?"
"They are Lord Salorian, Count Larmore and His Excellency the regional commander Heinz." Griffith came to the table beside him and took a quill and letter paper from the military policeman. "There is also a report to submit. To the Senate and the Arcane Council, regarding—
"Report on Knight Griffith de Ravenel's promotion to the Hand of God."
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