Chapter 322 Birdcage and Canary

The abbess was detained in the central square. I believe that the place protected by the sculptures of the Four Righteous Gods can make this beautiful woman feel the meaning of being watched by everyone. After all, the monastery usually does not have so many visitors.

The two people responsible for the "covert" search intelligence were walking towards the slums.

Along the way, Rascal met many people, including ladies wearing fox fur cloaks, fierce Boyer, reserved servants, numb people...

These suspected people were searched closely by the soldiers. In the middle of the night, Erengrad was not quiet because of the time. Instead, it seemed very lively. Those who had been oppressed by the nobles for a long time were watching, watching them squatting at the door of their homes, trying to ask those people The soldiers with indifferent faces explained that after all, the whole family needs to be fed, so wouldn't it be reasonable to secretly withhold some from the army's supplies? They are also actively fighting against chaos.

But what greets them is usually an old fist or a greeting from the hilt of a sword.

Soldiers saw a lot of ugly things, just to keep their voices light as they grew up and not as rough as those of men who drink all the time.

"They voluntarily made this sacrifice for the elegant art of opera. I was not forced to do so. As an elf, you must also understand how sacred this art is." The noble artist argued so, and the dome hat was quite It has the style of the Southern Kingdom. Perhaps it was this experience that allowed him to bring this elegant pursuit of art to Kislev.

As the artist spoke, his eyes hinted at the restrained boy beside him. He was well-raised, his skin was fair and tender, and he looked rich. He did not look like a Kislevian boy at all, but looked like a golden bird in a birdcage. bird.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask, am I right, Violet."

Raskol, who was passing by, stopped and asked Judith to stop as well. The Dragon Prince did not look back and just said calmly.

"This kind of thing happens a lot, doesn't it?"

"But does common mean normal?" Rascal understood very well that this kind of thing might be just the most insignificant manifestation of the darkness found tonight. He should have carried out the task resolutely, but he still chose to lower his head and remain calm. Voice said,

"Sir..."

"I'll give you three minutes." The Dragon Prince interrupted the soldier's speech and stood there with his chest crossed.

After hearing the order, Raskol immediately ran towards the gate, took out the nameplate with the fire dragon emblem from his neck, and walked to the Horn of the Sun soldier who was leading the team.

"I am a soldier under Dragon Prince Judith. Please let me take charge of this matter."

Sunhorn looked at the fire dragon nameplate in Raskel's hand and the Dragon Prince standing with his arms crossed not far away, then took a step back and reminded,

"Mrs. Kisri, don't do anything stupid. Although Caledo has the power to control, excessive behavior will cause some trouble."

"clear."

Soldier Rascal did not look at the noble artist. He squatted in front of the boy, put down his shield, put his hands on his delicate shoulders, and said with sincerity in his eyes,

"I know this was not done voluntarily by you. If you want, we can send you somewhere else to start a new life."

When the boy heard this, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, but it was quickly covered up. Even though he was raised in a boudoir, he still knew about Caledor's call for refugees, but he was raised in a noble family and only For example, if the oriole sings for two hours, you can drink milk, eat bread and sausages, but the so-called new life may just mean returning to the old days of digging potatoes and clearing wasteland every day.

Moreover, he looked at the elves with cold faces. The sensitive boy could feel that this was not the rudeness and brutality of Mrs. Kislev, but a kind of indifference to life and pure coldness. Let him choose to veto Raskol's proposal.

The crisp voice came from his mouth, "I do this voluntarily. Opera is an art worth dedicating my life to. I am very happy that Mr. Ferdinands can take me in."

The boy's performance was very successful. His sincere tone and clear eyes made no one suspect that this was a lie.

"you……"

Before Raskol could finish speaking, an aristocratic artist named Ferdinands had interrupted him. Apparently he looked down on these hired Kislev soldiers, thinking that they were just as dependent as before. A poor bastard.

"Soldier, Violet has signed a lifelong contract with me. This is a sacred contract protected by the government and the church. Can you deny the hundreds of years of efforts of the Ferdinands family with just one sentence?"

Rascal sighed, yes, he knew very well that these things existed in every corner. Oppression was not the most terrifying thing, ignorance was.

He stood up and turned around to leave without hesitation. What he would face next might be much worse than this. His attempt this time was just to get some comfort from the good thoughts in his heart. The boy was not wrong. Everyone has their own choice.

Back behind the Dragon Prince, the two of them said nothing, but walked silently toward the slums on the left side of Erengrad.

A large number of soldiers have gathered here, because the person in charge of the search riot was Davian. With his unique magic and some additional intelligence, he quickly targeted the slums where tens of thousands of people lived. human area.

Standing on the muddy land, Davian ignored the traces of iron boots and watched the suspects passing by. If anyone dared to look at him angrily, the soldiers responsible for escorting him would enthusiastically let him go. He got a taste of the land of Kislev.

Davian turned to look at Judith and Rascal behind him, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the Dragon Prince in charge of searching the monastery would bring a mercenary with him, and from the looks of it, there were also mercenaries along the way. A lot of things happened.

"Judith, what have you discovered?" A question that was already clear came out of Davian's mouth, just to further the clues.

Judith motioned to Rascoul to hand the Abbess's record book to Davian and name a person.

"Podbipinta, he sent these women to the nobles through a channel. Maybe I should talk to him."

Taking the record book from the soldier's hand, Davian flipped through a few pages. Indeed, it was more interesting than imagined. Caledor wished he could divide an elf into two halves and use them, but humans were quite good, using their precious population to please. noble.

"Soldier, how should we deal with the crime of human trafficking in Kislev?" Davian asked the soldier who stood upright, using a bad tone of pretending to be curious.

Rascal hesitated for a while and asked a big-headed soldier about the specific legal terms, but he was really embarrassed and could only tell what he knew.

"Sir, I don't understand the specific terms, but based on my past experience, if the purchaser is a noble, and the person being purchased is due to debt or other reasons, then this matter is reasonable. And if the noble buys through deception, method, or if it is a deliberate purchase, then a gold coin needs to be paid to the tsar or the church to make up for the sins committed, and those who lose the purchaser will also be sent to the royal farm, or to the church's land , to repay the efforts made in helping them.”

The two dragon princes smiled in unison after hearing this. This kind of thing does happen in many races. No one can escape the temptation of power and wealth. Although the situation in Kislev is better than Bretonnia, I'm afraid It can only be said that there is a channel for class mobility.