86: Chapter 3: The Mysterious Prisoner_1 86: Chapter 3: The Mysterious Prisoner_1 “I was indeed taken to that deserted island by my magic pet.
Adventure is a form of ritual training that one should undergo,” Richard boasted, knowing that the dragons here could fly.
“Richard hasn’t yet been legally confirmed by the temple, and his dragon beast pet…
was swallowed by a storm while it was rescuing me,” Helen reluctantly went along with his lie, looking a bit unnatural.
“I can now sense the strong aura emanating from him,” Viscount Simek, worldly-wise as he was, nodded, scrutinizing Richard with earnest.
Richard stood tall, making efforts to maintain his bearing to express the dragon’s aura more clearly.
“However…..regarding whether this impressive aura is leftover dragon breath, please forgive my limited knowledge.
I am only a Wind Whisperer, this matter has to be certified by the senior clergy of the Temple,” Viscount Simek stated seriously.
“After all, this incident is too unexpected for all Beamon priests.”
“That is exactly my thought.
I wanted to submit my application to the Temple after years of cultivation and improving my skills,” replied Richard with a gentlemanly bow.
“Where did these robust Beamon warriors come from?
Are they from the Pier Race?
And these…” The Viscount’s gaze landed on the Clam Girl and the others, looking bewildered and perplexed.
“These courageous Beamon warriors are from the mysterious East, they are panda warriors from the Panta Clan.
They are somewhat related to the bear people of the Pier Race on a bloodline level, and they are all my followers,” stated Richard, while carrying the Mermaid and bowing, an epitome of gentlemanliness.
“These human children, this beautiful clam girl from the Mo Shao Clan, and the Mermaid lady on my back are also my followers, and my slave!”
The Mermaid is your slave?” Viscount Simek couldn’t bear it anymore and, with a roll of his eyes, almost fainted.
“Look, her ankle still has a bit of fish scales.” Richard lifted Avril’s skirt.
Indeed, there were red fish scales forming a line around her fair ankle.
Avril struggled violently, indignantly kicking Richard a few times.
The Piegel around them were speechless as well, much like Viscount Simek.
“What a mysterious Piegel!” Viscount Simek could only say.
The followers of this Piegel— children, mermaids, and brave warriors— completely confounded the Viscount’s preconceived ideas.
“Uncle…” Helen tugged Richard’s arm and coquettishly said, “Let’s go inside and talk.
I have not eaten our local cheese for a long time!”
“Alright, alright…” Viscount Simek also noted the relationship between his niece and this Piegel, nodding awkwardly.
The Piegel people picked up the weapons on the ground and started chattering as they led the way.
The tall gate opened and people with pig faces on the tower, holding porcupine quills in their hands, were leaning on the tree barrier, pointing down.
Inside the barricade was a huge, empty quarry.
Two or three hundred prisoners, wearing tattered linen clothes and wooden shackles on their feet, were aimlessly banging on the rocks.
The prisoners’ gazes landed on the group of people passing by.
The sudden appearance of beautiful women shocked the prisoners, the whistles were incessant, and the Piegel guards around were waving their whips and shouting continuously.
A prisoner with a sly look even boldly whistled at the girls.
His cheeky smile was soon met with a massive punch.
Gude coldly retracted his punch.
The man flew up before landing heavily on a rock, painfully covering his face.
The massive figures of the panda warriors finally made these rascals restrain their disgraceful expressions.
Gude’s punch could easily shatter a block of granite.
This time, he had shown mercy.
“Who are these people?” Richard, with disgust, asked Helen.
“These are all criminals of the Wolf Tribe.
That Wolfkin weasel you just saw is a breed naturally predisposed to lust.” Viscount Simek replied, turning around to look at Richard.
“Isn’t the Wolf Tribe, together with the Fawkes, guarding the border with humans in the Donau Wasteland?
Why does the Fawkes Tribe need to watch over their criminals?” Richard questioned, obviously puzzled.
“The Fawkes Tribe guards the northeast frontier of the Donau Wasteland while the Wolffolk takes care of the northwest.
Most of the northwest region directly borders human territory, creating a need for the fearsome prowess of the Wolffolk to intimidate the humans.
The Fawkes are not the main force; our tasks mostly involve trade-related services.
Thus, we sometimes have to share the burdens of the Wolf Tribe in terms of other logistical tasks,” explained Viscount Simek.
So, they are trying to butter up to them.
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Richard’s attention was drawn to a group of tall figures in a quarry, the only ones not paying them any notice.
This distinct behaviour attracted Richard’s gaze.
These prisoners all had curly and fluffy golden hair.
Beneath their ragged linen clothes, their muscular and robust bodies were exposed.
Despite their stature being a bit shorter than that of the robust Panda Warriors, Richard estimated their height to be around 1.9 meters, based on his observation.
As they passed by, the Panda Warriors’ attention was also drawn by these figures.
The prisoners held thick chisels in their hands.
With each stroke, a huge pit was left in the rock.
They inserted the chisels into the stones with their hands, unlike other prisoners who used hammers.
Their actions resembled someone planting flowers more than mining.
Moreover, their ankle shackles were made of iron, clearly distinct from the wooden ones used for other prisoners.
Between the strong, there’s often a mutual admiration.
Sensing the heated gazes from behind, one by one they stopped what they were doing and slowly turned around.
Richard was taken aback, and it seemed as though his blood had forgotten to circulate for an instant.
All of these individuals had pale yellow eyes with narrow blue pupils, slightly thick lips, rough and wild golden curls managed with a casual linen band, and long golden manes draped over their necks and shoulders.
Their broad, wild, garlic-shaped noses and fierce, unbowed gazes confirmed their identities.
“Lionmen of the Rhine Tribe?” Richard murmured in astonishment, “You’re imprisoning members of the Rhine Tribe?”
Helen had told him that the current King of Beamon, Grecke Sar, was a Lionman from the Rhine Tribe.
Logically, lionmen could be considered royalty.
Richard had no reason to doubt his memory.
Helen had also mentioned that among the six aristocracies, the lion tribe was one of them, and crimes committed by an aristocrat could only be judged by the High Council and the king, and no one else could overstep this authority.
“Richard, they are not Lionmen of the Rhine Tribe,” Viscount Simek said with a smile.
Richard squinted his eyes, feeling somewhat confused.
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Hehe ~~~ Guess what kind of Beamon these mysterious prisoners are~~~
Regarding those three hundred servants, I sometimes wrote five hundred.
Today I’m going to Shanghai to attend an annual meeting.
I got up early and specifically came to the Internet cafe to post a chapter for you all.
It’s uncertain whether I can post another one tonight.
If Miss Youyou sees this message, please help me post a chapter at nine o’clock tonight if I don’t update.
Don’t forget to control the word count!!
I only have a few saved drafts~~
Also recommending the book “Sword Kiss”, as well as Mingming’s “Blood Domain”.
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