Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 1650. Mayor
"So, this is the business between the nobles and the big merchants, huh?"

Henry, who was angry, held up the diary in a sarcastic manner and shook it at Hans.

"That's how we get fiefdoms and territories, huh? Not to mention the distant past, Old Oz and Tankard all died in vain! They have nothing left! And they're still talking about returning to the organization quickly, otherwise all the achievements they've made won't count?"

"This was never going to count! It would be better for us to run south directly to the lake than to stay in the cell now! It's ten thousand times better!"

"Shut up, Henry!" Hans was also angry, and the two of them started arguing, "You don't know the glorious history of my family! You have no right to comment on something you don't know!"

"And I'm telling you, do you think I knew he was doing this shit? Do you think I could be calmer than you when I saw this? I'm fucking mad right now!"

Hans seemed to be visibly furious. His voice almost broke when he was arguing, and he looked a little funny despite his anger.

After a heated argument, the two fell into silence for a while, with only their heavy breathing as the only sound.

The prisoners held in other cells were not too concerned about the situation here.

Because they themselves were all arguing, everyone was nervous and everyone was about to collapse.

Henry and the others didn't read out the diary.

Finally, after taking a deep breath, Henry shook his head and apologized to Hans: "I'm sorry, Sir Hans. I just feel so sorry for us."

Hans is not the type to hold others accountable: "I understand, because I am also angry."

"We must make this shameless man and his collaborators public!" Henry said in a deep voice, holding up the diary, "Let everyone know what they are up to!"

"what?"

Hans was a little dazed, but Henry excitedly shook the papers in his hands.

"Start from this cell! All soldiers should know what they will face even if they survive! His diary didn't mention that only our Cyrans will be affected! Will the lands distributed to the Nilfgaardian soldiers be spared? This is everyone's problem!"

Vergen's cells were barred, allowing guards to see the movements of the prisoners inside.

Henry thought that if he could just put the sturdy diary with the contract papers between it, he could throw it into the cell opposite and let everyone see what dangerous and disgusting situation they were facing.

But just as Henry was about to start, Hans seemed to suddenly calm down.

"Wait, wait, Henry!"

"what?"

"It's better not to let everyone know about this for now."

"." Henry, who looked a little dazed, turned his head and looked at Hans in disbelief, "What are you talking about?"

"Not all nobles are like this, colluding with big businessmen and merchant associations." Hans patted his chest, "I am not one of them!"

As he spoke, Hans's handsome and frivolous face revealed his entanglement: "But if you tell everyone about this, then the reputation of all the nobles will be damaged."

"This includes your uncle," Henry said in a low and calm voice, looking at Hans's evasive eyes, "Lord Hans of Lepe."

Hans' father died early, and he was raised as a son by his uncle, who is now the representative and decision-maker of the family.

Hans immediately added, "And your biological father, Lord Radzi Kobyla."

The sturdy journal slipped from Henry's hands.

The anger of the two young men just now, which was born from their passionate and simple feelings and sincere chivalry, now fell into confusion because they only caught a glimpse of the intricate connection of shadows.

Henry and Hans felt that the thick stack of text evidence in their hands suddenly became extremely hot.

".grass!"

After a long moment, Hans tugged at his blond hair madly and growled, while Henry also held his forehead.

"How did we get involved in this kind of bullshit?!"

Their groans and madness were locked in this small cell, echoing, but no sound could be made outside.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise from the door of the cell.

The two people, who were already entangled and confused, subconsciously gathered up the documents and papers that had been scattered on the ground during their previous argument, trying to hide them again.

But they were too engrossed in the process, and a thick stack of documents was spread out, and the speed at which they tried to sort them out was obviously slower than the speed at which the cell door opened.

They could only be gathered together with some difficulty, and then Hans lay down on top of them, trying to cover them with his body.

The noise at the door caused the originally noisy and chaotic cell to fall into temporary silence. Everyone was afraid that it was a notice of execution.

Or like what Nilfgaard did to their captives: indefinite labor tasks without supplies until they died.

The door opened and several sturdy but short figures walked in.

"Wow, we're lucky! I didn't find anyone outside, and the first ones to come in were you two!"

Following the powerful voice of the dwarf, Henry was surprised to find that the dwarf who came in was actually one of the dwarves who worked with them in the quarry last night!

"Is it you?"

Henry stared at them blankly. Compared to when they were captured by the Nilfgaardians, the dwarves looked much better in just half a night.

They wore thin cotton clothes that fit their bodies, their mouths still had the greasy sheen of having just eaten, and they even wore respectable soft cloth hats and could carry weapons.

The leading dwarf seemed to have trimmed his beard, and the lush beard that hung down to his chest was trimmed very smoothly by him.

But Henry only looks and sounds like a simple country boy, which is consistent with his background, but he is not stupid.

"It seems that you are not ordinary."

He leaned against the stone bars of the cell and spoke to the outside.

Although they were rescued prisoners of war, they were still dwarves. But being able to come in and see the prisoners right after the battle was obviously not something that ordinary dwarves could do.

"Cecil Borden." The leading dwarf with a long beard patted his chest to introduce himself, and then patted the shoulder of a dwarf with only a beard behind him, "Skarlan Borden, my nephew."

"I was the mayor of Vergen before you took the town."

Henry opened his mouth and turned his head to look down at Hans who was lying on the ground covering the documents. The other party also widened his eyes. It was obvious that neither of them expected it to be such a coincidence.

The former mayor of Vergen was pounding stones with him last night.

But on second thought, the Nilfgaardians had no intention of leaving any survivors, so there was really no need to carefully identify and treat them differently, whether they were the mayor or not.

Henry smiled bitterly, opened his arms and shrugged at the dwarf outside: "So what can I do for you now?"

"Don't be too alert, young man." Cecil shook his head. "You two are not bad people, otherwise we wouldn't have thought of saving your lives last night. So far, it seems that you two are lucky enough not to become the wandering ghosts who died last night."

"What's wrong with him?" Cecil raised his chin towards Hans lying on the floor in the cell. "This kid wasn't so quiet even when he was knocking on a stone last night. Is he injured?"

Hans was lying on the ground, and because of the angle, his face couldn't be seen clearly from outside. He winked at Henry and began to sob and mumble.

"He got hit on the head," Henry said calmly, "and he's feeling dizzy and nauseous now, but it's nothing serious."

But Cecil shook his head: "The brain problem is not trivial, and it's best not to underestimate it. Bring him out, I'll take him to see a doctor. Don't insist on it. It's not worth it if he dies in a daze in the end."

Because of the kindness and goodness they had shown when they were hammering stones together last night, Cecil did not forget to look for the two human boys at this time. After searching for those who were working outside, he also found them all the way to the cell.

Try to lend a hand wherever you can.

With his qualifications as the mayor of Fujian, if these two guys were not too important, perhaps he could let them go.

It can be said that he has done his best, and there may also be a bit of the dwarf's stubborn character mixed in.

But at this moment, Henry and Hans felt a tightness in their hearts at the same time.

How can we let Hans, who is covered with documents, get up at this time? !

Hans was lying on the ground, his expression twisted with nervousness.

Henry was better than him. His stiff expression was concealed by his honest and simple face, so others could hardly notice it.

"No, no need. He's fine. He's much better now and his mind is clear!"

Under normal circumstances, this might be understood as being afraid of bothering others.

But what is the situation now?
After hearing Cecil's self-introduction, the prisoners in other cells were all looking forward to seeing this bearded dwarf!

If you don’t know, you might think the bearded dwarf is some kind of beauty.

After being defeated in battle and taken prisoner, there is no reason for you not to follow someone who comes to rescue you?

"Ok?"

Immediately, Cecil's originally calm eyes narrowed slightly.

He began to move his feet, trying to observe Hans lying on the ground by changing the angle while moving.

Henry just raised his foot and subconsciously tried to block his view with his body. But then...
"Don't move!" Cecil, who had just been trying to help them in a gentle manner, yelled, "What's that thing under his body?"

"No, nothing! Nothing at all!"

Cecil didn't listen to Henry's explanation at all. He reached behind him and grabbed the dwarf stone crossbow hanging on his back. He pulled the bowstring, put the crossbow arrow on it, and pointed it at Henry across the fence.

"Skalen, you're also ready to go! Go in and get them out!"

Cecil maintained an aiming posture outside the fence, as if he would attack without hesitation if the people inside dared to resist.

Therefore, Henry and Hans did not dare to move at all.

It was not until Skarlen went in and pushed Hans aside that Cecil continued to hold the dwarf crossbow, maintaining the aiming posture and speaking in a deep voice.

"Forgive me, young man. Don't be impulsive."

"I just want to tell you: This is not personal."

(End of this chapter)