This is probably because he has been with nature for too long...
Hitzfeld speculated.
An ascetic...a guy who can be awarded the title of "Ragged Man", who spends most of his time outdoors and can yell at the rivers and valleys when he has nothing to do, so his character naturally tends to be open and broad-minded.
Oh, and he can even go without clothes...
"Red said I had a special talent, and I thought so too."
Belmalen turned his head and looked at Hitzfeld, his eyes extremely serious.
"Do you think I'm right, Count?"
"..." Hitzfeld was stunned for a while, then nodded, "Well... you are indeed different from others..."
"Then we have one more point of agreement!" The Golden Knight laughed happily. "Red told me that as long as I find someone who can keep bringing up new points of view, and as long as we agree on more and more points of view, we can become friends!"
"..."
Ashley followed behind with the others, and her brows began to twitch when she heard this.
Why does this scene feel so familiar?
He wouldn't end up recognizing Heath as his mother, would he?
"This...we've gone too far." Hitzfeld put his hand on his temple and took a deep breath. "Angus...can I call you Angus?"
"It's up to you," Belmaren said. "I don't mind, but almost no one calls me that. I advise you to call me by my original name in a critical moment. Otherwise, I may not realize you are calling me."
"...I will. Angus, you just said that you are a survivor of 'Dinak Village', and I happened to have heard of this place." Hitzfeld looked up and looked at him. "If I remember correctly, it should be in--"
"Bro Canyon!" Belmaren nodded, "But not in Xixinna, but deeper inside! Very deep inside!"
"So you are actually..."
"I'm a native of the mountains." Belmaren nodded again. "There's nothing to hide. If you consider 'mountain people' as a whole, then I come from there. I admit it to you."
"So what happened in 'Dinak Village' at that time?"
"An evil disaster. What else could kill a whole village except for one boy? It could only be an evil disaster."
"So, what kind of evil disaster is it?"
"Ah... I don't know. Maybe it's a monster, or maybe it's an evildoer who escaped to the mountains."
Speaking of the evildoers, Belmaren frowned, "Those bastards love to collect the flesh and blood of living people. I know that people here like to discriminate against the natives, but compared to them... humph! They even treat others as livestock!"
Then it is normal for him to have this kind of personality.
Hitzfeld satisfied his curiosity unilaterally.
It is clear that our dear Captain Red does not know how to be a good parent. He did save little Belmaren's life, but he must have been busy with his own affairs most of the time.
"You and Kangana Frick are students of the same class?"
"Yes, we are classmates."
"But I feel like you're repelling them."
"They are the ones who exclude me! Especially Marseille, he is very afraid of me!"
The two men got along better and better as they talked, and when they were almost at their destination, the warden had to cough several times to give hints, and he also kept knocking on the bluestone slabs with his cane, making a "knock knock" sound.
"It seems we're here."
Hitzfeld took the initiative to end the topic.
It was still a corridor, but compared to the upstairs, it was no longer an iron felt cell. Each room here had a thick metal door blocking the only gap, and they were much taller than regular doors... Each door was about meters high, with only a pit chiseled out above the door panel to embed an iron railing, probably for visitation purposes.
Hitzfeld saw that the outer wall of each door was built with steps made of the same dark blue bricks, which should be for the jailers to step on to reach the small iron window. Maybe they also sent food in this way, some rice sticks, bread and other things, which could easily pass through the gaps in the railings and be thrown directly into that hell.
Yes, hell - compared to the depressing atmosphere here, the cells on the first floor are like heaven.
She turned to the warden, "Who is this prisoner?"
"That's Colin," the warden introduced hastily. "All the people in these rooms are from the Kilkinson Brothers Company."
"Didn't Brother Kerkinson pay?"
What you mean is that you just let them live in this kind of cell?
Hitzfeld didn't think it was wrong, but she was surprised - according to Colonel Cab's description, these people had been "committing crimes" for almost seven days. For a full seven days, the boss of this company didn't even spend money to bail them out?
This Colin is in finance, right?
She didn't know much about running a business, but she knew that finance usually held the key to a company.
"It's been spent." The warden's face was wrinkled like a sunflower. "But they were involved in the death of Bishop Dicket, and the pressure from the church is also very great. I can only mention it to them here at most."
"You mean there's a worse place?"
"The water dungeon..." The warden stretched out his voice slightly, and then lowered it very low, "Those...those from the Dab Company are right down there."
He had just heard Belmaren call himself a native, so there were some things he didn't dare to say.
Hitzfeld shook his head.
"Has Dab contacted you?"
“Yes, but I ignored everyone.”
"They won't die, will they?"
"That won't happen - I asked someone to drain some of the water, it's not that deep... probably just up to the knees - we have to wait for you to come before we can make a decision!"
The warden wiped his sweat as he spoke.
Let’s not talk about the missing skeleton murder case now. Just the case of Bishop Dicket being beaten to death has made him sleep poorly recently.
He is just a small warden and has no extra power except custody. He won't be able to bear the consequences if someone really dies.
That's good.
Hitzfeld was relieved for the moment.
A water dungeon is indeed not a place for people to stay. Those water dungeons made of sea water are actually considered good. Things like rot and rheumatoid arthritis are not things you should worry about immediately, because the sea water at least has ebbs and flows, and some dirt in the cell will be washed away.
What about the inland water dungeon?
That's dead water.
If you want to go to the bathroom or have a stomachache... no one will take care of you. Being stuck in that kind of place is really mental torture. Hitzfeld is really worried that they are dead.
She intended to interrogate Colin first, and she obviously did not intend to go down to the cell herself, so she asked the jailer to open the door and bring him in.
Colin is here.
This was a middle-aged man with very white skin. He wore a pair of glasses with oil stains and a cracked left lens on his nose. He was only wearing a pair of trousers and a dirty sailor's coat. He was forced to sit on a tattered wooden chair, his eyes fixed on Hitzfeld.
"You are the boss?" he said, his voice was hoarse, "I didn't do it. My employees and I are law-abiding citizens. We work for Mr. Luddy-Kinson..."
"Shut up!"
Belmaren suddenly yelled at him, startling everyone present.
"'I work for Mr. Luddy-Curkinson!'"
Belmaren first parroted Colin's words in a sarcastic tone, and then continued to stare at him viciously: "Who the hell is Rudy Kerkinson! If you want to die with him, you can just keep making up those lies!"
"You...you killed Mr. Culkinson?"
Poor Colin, it was the first time he had encountered this style of interrogation, and the other party seemed to care nothing at all - God! If even Mr. Luddy-Kinson was dead, what was the point of Colin's persistence?
"I'll tell you!" He put his bound hands in front of his chest. "I'll tell you everything! Someone... someone told me that there might be a fight that day, and suggested that I contact Bishop Dickert..."
"Hmm!" Belmaren's eyes widened even wider, "You did it???"
"It's not me! No... How could I know that things would develop like that? At first I just thought that there might be a fight, and Bishop Dicket does have more prestige in each group... I did this because I thought that letting him come would help to calm the disputes! I didn't ask anyone to raise stones to throw at him!"
To some extent, it was a lucky coincidence...
Hitzfeld felt like she had massaged her temples more times today than in her two lifetimes combined - she had originally considered using Belmaren to intimidate the prisoners for interrogation purposes, but it now seemed that this power was "too free" and not as easy to use as she had imagined.
Well, I should say it’s very easy to borrow.
It's a bit too much to borrow.
"Calm down Angus. I need him to give me the details."
"Okay, Count, I'll give you this favor - favor? Is that what you mean?"
"That's about right... You come here first, right here, and take your hammer. OK - let's start now."
Hitzfeld stood in the corridor and looked down at Colin. The sunlight shone through the small iron window at the end of the corridor, making her expression shrouded in darkness.
Colin swallowed nervously, thinking that he would tell her whatever details she wanted about the day.
"You have nice boots."
came the voice.
"It's very polished."
"Ah..." Colin opened his mouth.
"You like sailor cedars? Manion is a place that lacks water. Even though it is next to the Burro Canyon, the Western Desert is just over the mountain in front."
Colin responded while feeling confused.
What is the problem?
Is this woman really the one in charge?
"This is men's clothing from Ross Golden Crown, right?" Hitzfeld said confidently, "It costs about 2000 sera each. Although it's sailor fir, it's not for sailors. It's an absolute luxury. Rudy Kerkinson treats you well."
"Yes." Colin nodded, "The boss is very nice to us."
"How many years have you worked for him?"
"Less than half a year."
"So this dress was purchased during these six months?"
"Of course."
"But Ross Golden Crown has not been selling men's clothing since this year. Their bosses have all gone to jail, and the entire company is facing transformation. They no longer authorize foreign manufacturers to produce OEM products."
"Well..." Colin was sweating a little, "This... because it's in stock... 2000 Sera... Oh my God... Oh my God... I didn't know the clothes the boss gave me were so expensive, so it must have been in the store for a long time. Most of the people in Maniwon can't afford such a shirt, so it has been waiting there, and I just happened to get it..."
"This explanation..."
He could sense doubt in the tone of the "Count", and his heart began to hang in his hands.
"That explanation makes sense."
call--
Colin breathed a sigh of relief.
Before he knew it, his sailor cedar had been soaked with sweat.
"So you and Rudy Kilkinson are on good terms?"
"Yes."
"Your name is Colin? What Colin?"
"Mel-Colin."
"Mel-Colin?"
"Mel-Colin."
"so……"
call--
Colin was panting, and the others were staring at Hitzfeld curiously.
It was the first time they had witnessed such an interrogation.
What a confusing question, what on earth is she doing?
"So Mel, do you have any family?" the girl asked again.
"Yes, Earl."
"there's a few?"
