Exploring Technology in a Wizard World-Chapter 1293 - 1291: I Once Believed in Superstition Too
Mario rushed into a small courtyard near the center of the village, just about to search the house, when he heard an excited voice from a nearby abandoned barn: "I found a tunnel! Over here!"
"No way!" Mario’s face darkened.
Before he could react, he heard another voice from a dry well not far away: "I found a tunnel too, over here!"
"I..."
"There’s one here too, someone come quickly..."
Mario’s face was completely dark.
...
Over an hour later.
Mario stood in the small square of White Crow Village with an extremely bad mood.
It was awful, a total of five tunnels were found inside and outside the village, five, and none of them were found by him.
Of course, there were people in even worse moods than him, especially the over a hundred White Crow Village villagers forcibly gathered in the square, being watched vigilantly by the soldiers of the Red Maple Cavalry Group, under heavy suspicion of collusion with the enemy.
After all, if there’s a tunnel outside the village, that could be said to be unrelated. Even if there’s a tunnel inside the village, they could claim ignorance.
But having a total of six tunnels inside and outside the village is hard to explain. Did the village offend groundhogs, who then led their families to dig out underneath the village to bury everyone?
Ridiculous!
Stop joking!
Be honest!
In one corner of the square stood the captain of the Red Maple Cavalry Group, looking straight at the group of suspicious White Crow Village villagers, squinting. Technically, interrogation was not his responsibility, but he didn’t want to waste more time here and aimed to solve this quickly and return to the battle ranks.
Battle is the true meaning of life for an officer.
"Hoo—"
The captain took a breath, exhaled slowly, and spoke in a slightly hoarse and cold voice.
"Let’s talk, do any of you know anything about these tunnels? Don’t tell me you know nothing about the six tunnels inside and outside the village. That would make me very angry because you would not only be insulting my eyes but also my intelligence.
Do you think I’m a fool? If you don’t think so, then you should know that I won’t believe you are innocent. Even if you really are innocent, having so many passages nearby without noticing is enough to convict you!
Alright, that’s all I have to say; now it’s your turn. Speak voluntarily, and clemency might be considered. If not, you’ll be sent to jail, where the warden will have ways to make you talk."
Hearing the captain’s words, the villagers of White Crow Village trembled continuously with extreme fear. Among the crowd, the short and stout Winter had beads of sweat forming on his face, feeling both frightened and furious.
Furious, truly furious.
When the tunnel outside the village was discovered, he was not present; he was sleeping in the house, preparing for the night shift, and it was someone else in the village who reported it to the village chief.
Then, as the cavalry entered the village, he tried to stop them and was nearly whipped.
Subsequently, one tunnel after another was discovered, and he, along with the villagers, was forcibly brought here.
The situation was roughly like this: before sleep, he still hoped to succeed the village chief’s title and become the baron hidden in the Sika Kingdom, and after waking up, he became a prisoner.
If he had done something wrong, he would admit it, but the problem was he did nothing wrong, just had a sleep.
Isn’t this too unfair!
Was his bright future just gone like this?
He was unwilling, absolutely unwilling!
Clenching his teeth, he took a deep breath!
"Shh!"
Winter suddenly stood up, looked straight at the captain of the Red Maple Cavalry Group: "Sir, I have something to say! Sir, I have a secret to tell you!"
"Oh, not bad." The captain nodded appreciatively.
The village chief quickly glanced over, glaring at Winter, threatening: "You dare!"
"Hmph." Winter snorted coldly, clenching his fists tightly to reduce his body’s trembling, and started to speak, "Sir, actually we all have sins, we are..."
As he spoke, the villagers of White Crow Village’s faces changed, and the faces of the captain and soldiers of the Red Maple Cavalry Group also changed.
...
In the afternoon.
Reef Rock Castle, Command Room.
Shortly after having lunch, Soron brought Richard to the sand table, explaining the army’s latest movements, how to conduct specific actions, and destroy the invading troops infiltrating from the Sika Kingdom.
Halfway through, the White Robed Staff walked in with a peculiar expression, looking directly at Richard without glancing at Soron, as if seeing a monster.
"What’s wrong, Mr. Kun?" Soron noticed, turned his head, and asked.
"Here’s the thing, General." The White Robed Staff replied, "The Red Maple Cavalry Group has results from searching the village."
"Any discoveries?"
"Yes." The staff nodded.
Soron raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised: "Really found tunnels again?"
"Yes, and not just one."
"Not just one? How many?"
"A total of five, counting the one discovered initially, that makes six."
"Six?!" Soron suddenly fell silent, "..."
In the command room, the other busy staff and civil servants subconsciously paused their work, all turning their heads to look at Richard, with flickering eyes, hesitant to speak.
In the end, the White Robed Staff asked the question many wanted to know: "Lord Richard, may I ask... why were you certain there really were tunnels in the village and that there were multiple? After all, you only arrived at this frontline yesterday."
"Well... didn’t I say it’s because I simply felt that direction was unfavorable?" Richard replied calmly.
"You..." The staff collectively lost their composure, their expressions complex and eyes seemed to say: Once I believed in logic, but now I finally know what the truth is.
This... truly impressive...
"General Soron, if there’s nothing else, may I leave now?" Richard didn’t allow the staff to surround him for long; after all, his intention wasn’t to be some spectacle in a zoo and timely asked Soron.
Soron listened without refusing: "Of course, you may, Lord Richard. You can go rest now; it’s thanks to you we found the tunnels so quickly and avoided future troubles, your efforts will be remembered by the Alliance."
"It’s nothing, just what I should do."
"Then goodbye; if anything comes up, I’ll send someone to inform you."
"Alright, goodbye, General Soron." Richard waved and walked out of the command room towards his temporary quarters in Reef Rock Castle, thinking: From now on, there shouldn’t be any more issues, right?
However, just a few hours later, he realized reality was somewhat different from what he thought.
While having dinner, halfway through, Soron urgently sent someone to bring him back to the command room.
"What’s going on?" Upon re-entering the command room, Richard asked with a puzzled expression, "Did something happen, did we lose the battle?"
