Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 322 Birdcage and Canary
The dean was detained in the central square, believing that the place protected by the sculptures of the four righteous gods could make this beautiful woman feel the attention of everyone. After all, the monastery usually does not have so many visitors.

The two people responsible for the "secret" search for information were walking towards the slums.

Along the way, Raskol met many people, such as noble ladies wearing fox fur cloaks, fierce Boyer, stiff servants, and numb people...

These suspects were closely searched by soldiers. Ehrengrad in the middle of the night was not silent because of the time, but it was very lively. Those who had been oppressed by the nobles for a long time watched them squatting at the door of their house, trying to ask those The cold-faced soldier explained that after all, the whole family needed to feed themselves, so wouldn't it be reasonable to secretly withhold some from the army supplies? They also actively resisted chaos.

But what greeted them was often an old punch, or a greeting from the hilt of a sword.

The soldiers saw a lot of ugly things, just to keep their voices light when they grow up, not as rough as the men who drink all the year round.

"They made this kind of sacrifice voluntarily for the sake of the elegant art of opera, and I didn't force it. As an elf, you must also understand how sacred this art is." He has the style of the southern kingdom. Perhaps it was this kind of experience that made him bring this elegant pursuit of art to Kislev.

The artist was talking, and his eyes hinted at the restrained boy next to him. He was well-raised, his skin was fair and tender, and he was rich. He didn’t look like a Kislev boy. Instead, he was like a golden thread in a birdcage bird.

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

Lasker, who was passing by, stopped and asked Judith to stop. The Dragon Prince didn't look back, but said calmly.

"It's a common thing, isn't it?"

"But common does it mean normal?" Laskol understands very well that this kind of thing may be just the most insignificant manifestation of the darkness found tonight. He should have carried out the task firmly, but he still chose to bow his head and be silent. said,
"Sir..."

"I'll give you 3 minutes." The Dragon Prince interrupted the soldier's speech and stood there with his arms crossed.

After hearing the order, Raskol immediately ran towards the gate, took out the nameplate with the fire dragon crest from his neck, and walked to the leader of the Soldiers of the Horn of the Sun,

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

The Horn of the Sun looked at the fire dragon nameplate in Lasker's hand, and the dragon prince standing with his arms crossed not far away, so he took a step back and reminded,
"Madame Kisley, don't do something stupid. Although Caledon has the power to control, his aggressive behavior will cause some trouble."

"clear."

The soldier Raskol didn't look at the noble artist, squatted halfway in front of the boy, put down his shield, put his hands on his delicate shoulders, and said sincerely,

"I know you didn't do this voluntarily. If you want, we can send you to another place to start a new life."

When the boy heard this, there was a light in his eyes, but it was quickly covered up. Even though he was raised in a deep boudoir, he still knew about Caledon’s gathering of refugees, but he was raised in a noble home, just 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 return to the old days of digging potatoes and opening up wasteland every day.

Moreover, he looked at those elves with cold faces again, and the sensitive boy could feel that this was not Madam Kisley's rudeness and barbarism, but a kind of disregard for life, pure coldness, this Let him choose to veto Lasker's proposal.

The crisp voice came out of his mouth, "I do this voluntarily. Opera is an art worth dedicating my life to. I am very glad that Master Ferdinandz can take me in."

The boy's performance was very successful, with his sincere tone and clear eyes, no one would doubt that it was a lie.

"you……"

Before Raskul could finish speaking, the noble artist named Ferdinandz interrupted him. Obviously, he looked down on these hired Kislev soldiers, thinking that they were the same as before, just dependent Poor wretches for nobles.

"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 efforts of the Ferdinands family for hundreds of years?"

Raskol sighed, yes, he understands that these things exist in every corner, oppression is not the most terrible thing, ignorance is.

Standing up, he turned and left without hesitation. The next thing he will face may be much worse than this. His attempt this time is just to give some comfort to the kind thoughts in his heart. The boy is not wrong. Everyone has their own choice.

Back behind the Dragon Prince, the two of them didn't say anything, but walked silently towards the slums on the left side of Ehrengrad.

A large number of soldiers have already gathered here, because the person in charge of the search riot is Davian. With his unique magic and some additional information, he quickly targeted the civilian slums, which are home to tens of thousands of people. area of ​​people.

Standing on the land full of mud, Davian ignored the marks splashed on the iron boots, and watched the suspects pass by one by one. If anyone dared to stare at him, the soldiers in charge of escort would warmly let him go. He got a taste of the land of Kislev.

Davian turned his head to look at Judith and Laskoll behind him, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He didn't expect that the dragon prince who was in charge of searching the monastery would bring a mercenary, and it looked like this, there were still a lot of people along the way. A lot happened.

"Judith, what did you find?" Davian asked a question that was already clear, just to take the clues one step further.

Judith signaled Laskell to hand over the dean's notebook to Davian, and to name a person,
"Podbipinta, he sent these women to nobles through a channel, maybe I should talk to him."

Taking the record book from the soldier, Davian flipped through a few pages. Indeed, it was more interesting than expected. Caledo wished to divide an elf into two halves for use, but humans are quite good, using the precious population to please noble.

"Soldier, how should Kislev deal with the crime of human trafficking?" Davian asked the soldier who was standing upright, and asked in a harsh tone pretending to be curious.

Raskol hesitated for a while, and asked a leader about the specific legal terms, but he was really embarrassed and could only tell what he knew.

"Sir, I don't know the specific terms, but according to my past experience, if the buyer is a nobleman, and the person being bought is due to debts or other reasons, then this matter is reasonable. And if the nobleman uses deceitful method, or a deliberate purchase, then you need to pay a sum of gold coins to the tsar or the church to make up for the sins you committed, and those who lost the buyer will also be sent to the royal farm or the land of the church , to repay the sacrifices made in helping them."

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

(End of this chapter)