Chapter 489 Steel Ship
This is already a pretty good ending.
Hunter heard from the secret order members who were guarding him that the other prisoners were given heavier punishments, and one was even sentenced to life imprisonment.
This is mainly because his crime was less serious.
According to the Chief Judge, Lord Chloe, who had been in hiding, although he participated in the coalition's encirclement and suppression of the resistance army, his actions were not considered bad. He only participated in the manufacture of siege equipment such as catapults. These things were rarely used under the deliberate control of Viscount Frey. After all, the coalition did not really want to break through Sledding Castle.
So he left the court.
Looking at the sunlight in front of him, Hunter was a little bit unbelievable. Since being captured, his fate has been full of twists and turns. After several despairs, he actually survived in the end. Although he had to stay in Castel for fifteen years... Wait, now is not the time to relax. As a scholar, he still has a vague impression of Castel. It seems to be an island at the farthest edge of the empire. It is said to be desolate and remote. What can he do after he goes there? He studied engineering machinery. Is he going to teach the horse-faced fish to make gears?
I guess there are not many people on the entire island who can read, let alone those who understand mechanics.
And since it was a detention, he would probably have to do some heavy work. With his body that was out of breath after walking a few steps, could he really last fifteen years? Isn't this a dead end?
Hunter began to despair again.
What could he do? Noble status? The lords here had decided not to recognize any noble status. There was no point in discussing it. Besides, he was just a scholar. He was not that important to the family. It was good enough to pay him a ransom. If they had to cross the North Border and the Principality of Tis to come here to rescue him, forget it.
Hunter still knows his own weight. He is not worth the price.
Hunter was escorted onto a ship as he was daydreaming all the way. The sound of the whistle when going out to sea scared him so much that he came to his senses and looked around.
Uh. Hunter found himself surrounded by young people, about the same age as him. As for why they were surrounding him——
Only Hunter was wearing handcuffs, and there were two men who looked like guards guarding him.
This is the lower deck, a hall inside the cabin, and they are queuing up for their meals.
Hunter was a little embarrassed. He subconsciously looked at these young people and soon found something interesting: they all seemed to be carrying a booklet.
The format of the booklets was quite uniform, and these young people seemed to care a lot about them. Many of them lined up to take a look at them.
This made Hunter somewhat curious, and he squinted his eyes to make out the words on the booklet.
"Imperial. Holy Scripture of Truth?"
He understands the Holy Scriptures, but what is the Imperial Truth?
He had seen the power of empires, he had seen armies, he had seen bayonets and gunpowder, but the only thing he had not seen was truth.
Moreover, there is an inexplicable sense of incongruity when combining "truth" and "holy scripture".
Wait, since they are all holy scriptures, are they all from a certain church? Well, it should be the church related to Poseidon, right? Hunter looked around and struggled for a while. In the end, curiosity prevailed. He asked in a low voice: "Are you all from the church?"
The young men followed his gaze and saw the holy book in his hand. They all showed a look of realization: "No, you misunderstood. We have not joined the Imperial Truth. It's just that everyone who goes to Castel for further study will be given a holy book."
"Ah?" Hunter looked at his empty hands and turned to the guards on both sides.
"You are a prisoner, not a student in Castel, so you have no chance." The guard said calmly.
Hunter lowered his hands awkwardly, but the next moment, a booklet was handed to him.
"Although it has not been sent to you, there is no harm in taking a look at the Holy Scripture. The Holy Scripture of the Imperial Truth is completely open to the public - just like the truth that goes without saying."
Hunter took the holy book from the guard, feeling a little complicated for a moment. His eyes swept over the holy emblem on the guard's chest.
That should be the holy emblem of the Imperial Truth. Since leaving Blood Harbor, the guards guarding him have been replaced by a new group of people. This is easy to understand. Those people in Blood Harbor seem to be members of a secret order.
"Thank you." Hunter thanked him and was about to open the book to take a look, but the guard pushed him away and said, "Don't read it yet. It's your turn. Go get your meal first."
When he looked up, Hunter found that he had arrived at the meal distribution window. He hurriedly stuffed the Bible under his clothes, and the strong lady at the window had already handed him a plate with the dishes.
Hunter took the plate with both hands, but suddenly he was stunned.
"What's wrong? Don't stay here. Hurry up and catch up. The people behind you still need to get food!"
Hunter's eyes fell on the plate in his hand.
It was a metal dinner plate, square in shape, with a very smooth surface, and was stamped out of fine steel.
Fine steel? Dinner plates? This combination was rare. It was not like Hunter had never seen more expensive tableware. His family had a set of sterling silver tableware that was far more expensive and delicate than this.
But the plate in front of him always gave him an inexplicable feeling, somewhat blurry, as if it was right in front of him, but if he thought about it carefully, he could not find any trace of it.
He had no choice but to keep moving forward, and soon followed the team to a box.
The box is also stamped from stainless steel, and is filled with forks, spoons, and a kind of metal stick that you occasionally see people using, and it's somewhat like tweezers.
The sense of disharmony became stronger, so Hunter also received a set of tableware and sat down at the table with the two guards.
The tables and chairs are fixed on the boat. This is easy to understand. The boat is bound to be a bit bumpy, so fixed tables and chairs are safer.
At this moment, the strange feeling in Hunter's heart finally reached its peak.
He found that the table and stools were also made of fine steel.
Steel is a very valuable strategic material. A blacksmith shop smelting iron ore all day long can only produce two to three thousand pounds - this is a year's output.
Forging pig iron into steel requires a lot of manpower and time, and the completed forging can be called steel. Whether it is tableware or tables and chairs in his hands, they are all shiny, with fine and uniform material. This is the best fine steel.
Hunter looked around. Everyone had a plate and several pieces of cutlery in front of them. There were several baskets filled with fine steel cutlery at the window where food was served.
If the family put all their efforts together, they could build such a restaurant. But why? With so much refined steel, how many weapons can be forged? How many soldiers can be armed? How much land and money can be exchanged? Just wasting it like this? Hunter was so busy thinking that the fork in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp collision sound.
He bent down and reached out to pick it up, but his hand paused when it reached for the fork.
This floor seems to be made of fine steel as well.
(End of this chapter)
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