Blood tax

Chapter 440 Blood Tax

"Bring out the traitor Midianmeier," cried Winston de Spencer to the gendarme. "I will investigate him myself."

He was holding the warrant of the Military Law Department in his hand, and he was accompanied by his partner, Master Badong, looking towards the direction of the detention room with excitement on his face.

"Let's stop wasting time here," Barton looked at the gloomy and cold cell, and whispered, "Fisher said they got Ophelia done, let's try it too, it's not better than talking nonsense here. "

"You don't understand," Winston shook, the fat on his face trembling, "Victory is more delicious if it is mixed with spicy sarcasm. Didn't Midian Maier threaten to send us to the military court?" In the end, he was the one who was arrested; and we are going to enjoy his woman in a while. This is really, a double delicacy."

While the two were chatting, there was a heavy echo of chains being dragged across the ground in the corridor, and Midianmeier was brought out by the military police.

His weapons and armor were confiscated, even his military coat was stripped, and heavy chains were tied around his wrists and ankles.On cold winter nights, he wore a shirt, dyed red and black, with a few cheap Iron Eagle medals hanging from the collar.

Winston was already laughing, shaking the jar containing the confession agent in his hand: "You see, this is what happens when we fight against us. I'm going to give him a statement about the rebellion conspiracy!"

Master Badong wanted to echo a few words.But Midianmeier stepped out of the shadows.He raised his head, his eyes were calm, and his blond hair was not messed up, as if he had combed it before being taken out of the cell.

The gendarmes pushed him down on a low stool and locked him up as they would a wild animal.

Midianmeier sat quietly, watching the criminals he had arrested not long ago, surrounded by a group of soldiers, looking down on him arrogantly.Criminals by day became law enforcers, and law enforcers became prisoners.

However, there was no wave in Midianmaia's blue eyes, neither fear nor anger...

Master Pa Dong suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Hey, Wolfgang Middemeier, born in a low-level knight family, is the second son without inheritance rights." Winston didn't realize it at all, but opened the case file and pretended to be interrogating, "You humble commoner , is there anything else to say?"

Midianmai glanced at him and asked, "What time is it?"

"Tch," Winston, who was asked rhetorically, clicked his lips, but soon laughed, "at a quarter past seven, we must hurry up. At 07:30, Barton, Fisher and I will meet Have a nice dinner together. Do you know what we're going to eat? That's the bouncy, bouncy..."

"Twenty past seven." Midian Maier said calmly.

"What seven twenty?" Master Pa Dong asked vigilantly, "Be clear."

"Whatever it is, it's seven twenty!" Winston patted the table, "Listen to me, later..."

"In another 5 minutes, someone will call you out."

"Ok?"

Under the puzzled eyes of a group of people, Midianmeier said:
"His military rank is higher than yours, and his status is higher than yours. He called you out, greeted you kindly, asked about the battle during the day, and said some insignificant things.

"Then, he will issue an order that you release me, return my weapons and equipment, and give me a cup of hot cocoa."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" cried Winston. "Come on, give the common man a confession! Douse him!"

The gendarmes hesitated, picked up the canisters of confession, but did not do so immediately.

"Of course, you will strongly object, list such and other reasons, and immediately contact your superiors," Midianmeier continued, "but this is useless. The people who came here are indifferent, and they have absolute power to make you submit.

"You will bring out your own family, your family's allies, and threaten this chief will never give up. However, he doesn't care, and even wants to laugh."

"You, what are you talking about..." Young Master Ba Dong fought with both hands, remembering the scene of being taken down by Mi Dian Mai Ya on the spot during the day.

"I, Wolfgang Middemeier, was born into a family of low-ranking knights, and I am a poor boy with no savings.

"When I was 12 years old, the army put me in a free junior officer school,
"At the age of 15, I was conscripted and sent to the East. The next days were spent in muddy water, mutilated corpses and internal organs."

Midianmai said calmly.However, there seemed to be a hot flame burning in those calm eyes, which made everyone dare not look directly.

"I don't have any property, and I don't know when I will die in which ditch.

"On the edge of the civilized world, I offer sacrifices to this kingdom with sword and blood. This is my obligation, there is no way, and I have never felt bad about it."

The gendarmes had already put down the confession agent, and unknowingly retreated to the corner of the room.Both Winsdoo and Badong couldn't intervene, and could only listen to Midianmaia's words.

"It's at that place. When the first battle was assembled, we were going to block the gap in the battle line. In front of me in the queue was a girl with a ponytail. She was very slender, as if she would fall down when the wind blows. This place should not be here.

"Not only her, but also the people in front, back, left, and right, all wearing ill-fitting armor and out of breath just like me.

"That's when I knew I could always trust them. Even if they weren't strong or tall, I could always trust Ophelia and everyone.

"Because—we are the same kind of people, the same kind of people gathered from all corners of the world.

"We are--

"Blood tax."

The interrogation room was silent.

"boom!"

Such a quiet place suddenly trembled like a mountain shaking.The solid door that separated the interrogation room from the outside world wailed mournfully, as if the steel and hardwood that made it were twisted and deformed by an irresistible force.

"Look," Midianmeier raised his chin towards the door, "they are coming.

"Come on, I'll wait for you here.

"Don't forget the hot cocoa!"

……

Griffith wore the blue cavalry officer's uniform and a fine woolen cloak.Holding two swords in his hand, he stood in the hall of the gendarmerie battalion, with twisted scrap metal at his feet.

Behind him were Lana and Ophelia, who frightened the officers and soldiers with their devouring eyes.

When Winston and Patong 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 terrible patterns on it.

Then, he turned around and looked at the two nobles with a smile that made people feel refreshed.

"Good evening, Winston, Badong, my friend, the battle with the rebels must have been hard, I suggest you drink a cup of hot milk before going to bed, and then do some soft exercises, so that you can sleep until dawn without any stress. "

"..." Winston's face was contorted.

"Well," seeing that the two did not respond, Griffith said cheerfully, "I announce that Midian Maier will be recruited to join my army to crusade and pursue the rebels. I order you in the name of the second-level assault squadron leader Release him and return the weapons and equipment."

"Should I also serve a cup of hot cocoa?" Winston gritted his teeth.

"Oh, what a great idea, you're so thoughtful, please be sure to give us a jug," Griffith said, looking at Lana and Ophelia, "We both have a sweet tooth!"

"Nonsense!" cried Winston. "He is a prisoner of the gendarmerie, and he is being investigated by a court-martial. We have a definite written order to arrest him! None of you can take... er, uh-uh!"

Winston's yell was suddenly stuffed 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 tighter the noose, the suffocation and the excruciating pain made his face as purple as a pig's liver.

Dying, dying, this, what is this...

Griffith held his right hand falsely, looking coldly at the suffocating young nobleman.There was a sudden foul stench in the air, and water seeped from Winston's trousers.

"thump!"

Winston slapped the ground and passed out.

"What did he just say?" Griffith looked at Patong.

"You can't touch me!" Barton jumped up like a trampled rabbit, "I am a nobleman, and my father is a member of the Arcane Council! Yes, and Fisher, his uncle is the head of the military police! If you dare to touch me, we will find Lord Aaron, the consul, and the principal!"

Griffith quietly looked at the yelling Padang, pressing the corners of his mouth.After he yelled for a while, he opened his mouth slowly and asked:

"Can you give me Midianmaia?"

"Of course," Badong almost blurted out, "immediately, I will go immediately."

The gendarmes ran away under the leadership of Badong.Griffith turned to look at Ophelia, then at Lana.

"I have to write a few letters, Lana, please forward them to me," Griffith said.

"Okay, who do you want to give it to?"

"Lord Salorian, Earl Lamor, and Commander Heinz, respectively," Griffith came to the side table and took a quill and letter paper from the military police, "There is another report, submit To the Senate and the Arcane Council, about—

"Report on the promotion of Knight Griffith de Ravenelle to the Hand of God."

(End of this chapter)