A strange world

Chapter 282 Section 135. Believe

Cragg, who had been working as a hard laborer for several days, couldn't bear it anymore. He threw away the shovel and came to a worker under the gaze of the large element. He looked down at him: "Civilian, tell your lord that we want to see him."

"The lord will not see you."

The thin, dark worker said coldly.

"Do you know who we are?"

"I know, prisoners, invaders, people who kill civilians." The thin black worker became more and more excited as he spoke, and he gripped the shovel tightly: "Harvey is only seventeen years old. He has experienced losing his family, becoming a beggar, and being a slave. After being rescued by Lord Annan, he was about to start a new life when he was killed by the knight who was supposed to protect him but never showed up!"

"That's not us..." Grafite wanted to defend.

"What's the difference?" he asked.

The five prisoners fell into silence. Krager did not want to bow to the civilians: "It's just that a few civilians died..."

"The lord attended the funeral of 'several commoners' and presented sunflowers." The thin black worker said harshly, picking up the shovel and not wanting to talk to these bastards anymore: "The people who were loyal to the kingdom were slaughtered by their king... So We only listen to the words of the lord now."

"...We seem to have pushed Xingyue Bay to the other side with our own hands." Graffi walked up to him and said.

"Don't be fooled by him." Krag, who was contradicted by the civilians, blushed and said bravely: "Have you ever seen a civilian who talks like this? He is just the one sent by the rebel king to keep an eye on us."

As for what the truth is, only they themselves know.

The five prisoners worked from morning to night. As their bodies recovered, the overseer praised the five of them for doing the work of ten people——

No one was happy about it except Shearer.

During lunch time, the five people holding the dinner plates were divided into three groups, which were also their factions.

Graffi, the only true noble among them, inherited from his ancestors as a baron. He and his henchman Krag were together, and Krag would do whatever Graffi said. They just want to escape from here.

Badu, his throat was injured in that siege, and he still cannot speak and is no longer gregarious.

Hiller, a talented knight who climbed up step by step from the lowest level. If it hadn't been for this wrong war, his future might have become the background of a legend.

Grafit came from a knight family and was loyal and honest. If his father hadn't been a knight of an earl's family, he would never have been able to become an elite in his life.

Hiller and Grafit stood together because they shared the same confusion - what they saw and heard in Xingyue Bay made them doubt whether the Knights were really wrong.

Three pieces of bread and a portion of broth kept them just full without being hungry. After eating, they continued to work until the evening, when the deputy warden showed up and led them back to the "dungeon".

It's said to be a dungeon, but it's actually the prison in Betar's Redemption. But it is said that there is really a dungeon underground - it is used to imprison real criminals. For example, it is said that a group of pirates were imprisoned there, and many of them have died.

After the Knights retreated, the roads between Star Moon Bay and Breeze City were restored, and long caravans blocked the noisy streets. The five prisoners were led by the deputy warden to another route.

They passed a building that looked like a mansion, but there were rows of figures sitting in the windows.

"What's this?"

The deputy warden, who heard Hiller muttering to himself, replied: "Where we study."

"Academy...?"

"The lord said it's a school, and we study here."

"Study what?"

"Farming, arithmetic, carpentry, whatever."

"You still need to study for farming?" Kragg's harsh words floated from the side.

"You still have to study to fight?" the deputy warden replied sarcastically.

Cragg glanced at the cold Graffi, gritted his teeth and continued: "Ah... a commoner who can't even read..."

Hiller and the others thought that Krag was going to be in trouble, but the deputy warden raised his head proudly: "Oh, you don't know yet, Master Annan invited a mage to make all the residents of Star Moon Bay proficient in the common language."

At this moment, the deputy warden, who was just an ordinary person, seemed to be looking down arrogantly from the clouds, while the elite knights were humbly buried in the soil.

Let nearly 10,000 residents become proficient in common language...

Suddenly, a gorgeous magical light rose from the beach and bloomed in the night sky.

The deputy warden stopped and said to the five prisoners whose faces were shining brightly: "You should also watch for a while, this still has something to do with you."

"Why?"

The surrounding residents rushed to the bay, and the deputy warden gloated: "Master Annan is handing out medals to the guards who defended Xingyue Bay."

"Where's your medal?"

"I was guarding the dungeon at that time." The deputy warden shook his head regretfully, but then he proudly took out a golden medal that shone in the light: "But I participated in the Frost Giant Defense War. This medal is Xingyue Bay’s first medal.”

The five prisoners looked into the distance and saw Xingyue Bay extravagantly handing out hundreds of medals to the guards and civilians.

Hiller and Grafit are becoming more and more confused... Let everyone be literate, go to school, have a job, issue them medals, and even let magicians perform for them like circus performers... Why does that lord want to serve the common people? Do these?

With questions in mind, Shearer continued back to the dungeon after the magical fireworks ended. It was supposed to be the end of the day, but on the way back they met the lord.

He is only fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a mage's robe, with mysterious and noble black hair, and a gentle and handsome face that makes people want to get close to him.

At this time, Hiller suddenly rushed towards Annan. An elven guard emerged from the shadows, blocking him with the earth elemental. Hiller stopped and shouted to him: "Your Excellency, King of the North, I have a question!"

His black eyes fell here, and Hiller continued: "Why did you betray the kingdom?"

"I have never betrayed this country." Annan looked at him calmly: "I warned the royal capital that the rat men were coming, but the royal capital wanted me. You attacked me foolishly, and I was forced to fight back. That's all."

"Are you serious?"

"You shouldn't ask me this question, you should ask it yourself."

The deputy warden came from behind, greeted Annan, and took the confused Shearer and the prisoners back to the prison.

The deputy warden, who guessed something from Annan's attitude, stopped holding the prisoners, and Hiller stood in the open space of the prison. This is where "Andy" meditates.

The surrounding high walls blocked his view, but did not block the starry sky. Then he believed in the King in the North.

What that boy did for this town, these people. The locals despised them and respected the lords. Those who can't hold a weapon, or even recruits who are recruited temporarily because of them.

But it's too late...

"Father...Natalie..."