Good-looking, not allowed to farm

"Why are you willing to help that child?" the mission target asked.

The problem of striking up a conversation, which was thought to be very difficult, was solved so easily, but Jamie was at a loss.

He opened his mouth and stared blankly at the man. His tongue seemed to be taken away by a wild cat. He didn't know how to answer. An answer that is both good and impressive.

But perhaps in the eyes of that mission target, such a clumsy appearance is more real.

The guard in his heart was lowered a little, and his tone became softer: "I'm taking the liberty of asking, my name is Macomb, and I don't have any evil intentions. I'm just curious and want to talk a little bit, um, kid, you look like Unlike the bad guys, can you tell me, how did you come here?"

Hi, this is on point!

For those who haven't listened to "Unlucky Jamie in Prison" since they went to prison, Jamie immediately told a series of good things that Baroness Webster did.

In fact, until now, he felt like he was dreaming.

The whole thing is ridiculous and funny, like a bad stage play full of dark humor.

Moreover, because of the task given by the financial officer, not only must he get acquainted with Macomb, but also gain his trust and obtain information from him.

So Jamie told the story very hard, and also learned from those stand-up comedians on the stage of modern society, there must be a joke in a few sentences, and then throw a twist from time to time... Whether it is Baron Webster Madam's coquettish operations, or his father's careful planning, were all described vividly and vividly by him.

"...The judge is very upright and thinks that punishment is not enough. I should realize my mistakes and repent for my crimes. Therefore, he asked me persuasively, you can think about it, if there is a man Will you be angry if you pee in front of your future wife or daughter? I thought about it seriously and told him sincerely that if that man didn’t do it on purpose, I would criticize and educate him and make him apologize. After he apologized, choose to forgive him, He will not be found guilty, fined, and jailed. After speaking, I looked at him expectantly, and I will be sent here this afternoon."

"... My family counts me as a total of four boys... Later, after learning that I will not be hanged, I will not be beaten to death, and I only need to pay a fine to not offend the nobles, my father announced happily, From today, he only has three sons."

All the prisoners who heard him say this were all laughing madly.

In this world where entertainment is scarce, except for nobles who can enjoy some performances of court clowns, most commoners may not even have seen many jokes.

What's more, Jamie's incident was already very funny.

And in order to make Macomb laugh, his deliberate tone and expression aggravated the joy of the story.

As a result, several prisoners who were close to each other in the big cell listened with great interest and laughed loudly while slapping their legs.

They were still yelling: "Keep talking, little Jamie!" "I laughed so hard, I didn't expect you to have such a skill!" "Hahaha, go on, go on, talk about that 55-year-old Baroness, is she beautiful?"

Feeling such a warm atmosphere, Jamie was rarely happy.

There was an illusion for a moment, as if he was not in a prison cell, but returned to the modern society that once belonged to him. He was heartless and happy every day, and he was beaming and talking happily among the friends who joined him. The jokes are funny and playful to make everyone laugh, no one has any malicious intentions, and no one cares about his ass, just simply laughing.

Macomb was also amused.

However, he laughed and laughed and laughed...and cried.

Jamie was taken aback and involuntarily stopped talking.

The prisoners in the cell naturally stopped and looked at this scene suspiciously.

"You think that's funny?" Macomb asked, wiping tears from his face.

"What?" Jamie looked at him blankly.

"Do you think this is normal?"

"Uh……"

"Do nobles have the right to treat you like this? You can be charged with any crime, deprive you of your freedom, and throw you in prison for five years."

"..."

"Jamie, you are innocent."

Macomb declared solemnly, like a judge.

Jamie looked at him in shock and didn't speak for a long time.

He just kept saying in his heart: "I know, I know, of course I know! Dude, I actually know better than you. I have memorized the "Declaration of Human Rights" several times in terms of historical knowledge. Shit nobles, never I haven't heard of the law that peeing is a crime, but this damn world, this damn world, what can I do?"

"Many people in this prison are innocent."

"..."

"Perhaps you still don't understand what I'm saying."

Malcolm said very gently, his voice at this moment seemed to come from the deepest part of his chest, low but powerful and firm: "But you'd better remember firmly, Jamie, nobles are no different from us, We all have one head, one body, one mouth, and two eyes, and we are neither inferior nor inferior to anyone else."

"Oh, oh! You deserve to be beheaded for saying such things!"

Before Jamie could say anything, the prisoner next to him immediately retorted: "Nonsense! How can ordinary people and nobles be the same? Noble gentlemen are naturally noble, which has been stipulated since the day they were born. They Your hand is used to hold a pen and a sword, but our hands are used to hold a hoe. If you want a hand that holds a hoe to hold a pen and a sword, it is like letting the cow crow and the cock To be in charge of milk production, if the order is chaotic, then the world will be in chaos!"

Other prisoners also echoed this statement;

Occasionally, sporadic prisoners seemed to hesitate slightly, but they didn't express any opinions, just kept silent.

So Macomb smiled again, this time with a bit of bitterness in his smile.

He didn't speak anymore, just like when he first came in, he sat motionless, continued to stare at the unknown distance, and fell into a daze.

The cell was quiet again.

The smiles on the faces of the prisoners disappeared again. Obviously, the liveliness and joy just now were just a flash in the pan, and this kind of dullness and silence should be the norm in prisons.

Jamie also lost interest in the conversation.

He is naturally not as ignorant and ignorant as people in this world, who are stupid to believe in the nonsense of 'nobility and nobility'.

Therefore, at this time, he has clearly realized that the description of "a member of a murderous mob gang" in the mouth of the treasurer is purely a lie, prejudice, and even slander.

The person in front of him will definitely not be a so-called murderous maniac.On the contrary, this is likely to be an awakening pioneer of the times, a revolutionist trying to change an unfair world.

In this way, one can vaguely guess what the so-called 'thug gang' is about.

Even why the financial officer chose to collect information by himself, the so-called "you are the most suitable" is not so difficult to guess - an innocent boy who was imprisoned for five years because of trumped-up charges, an innocent boy who was persecuted by nobles Isn't that poor boy a natural ally of those who stand against the nobility?

"But, should I continue to complete this task?"

Jamie couldn't help but fell into a violent thought struggle: "... If I say no now, the perverted financial officer will definitely throw me to the previous villain and let him twist my head off; if I choose to be perfunctory After all, if you keep procrastinating, the perverted financial officer may be willing to wait for a month, but when he gradually loses patience and can't wait any longer, he will still throw me to the previous villain and ask him to wring my head off .”

Think about George who was bullied before...

He shuddered subconsciously, a wave of fear in his heart.

"If I do."

He thought of another possibility: "To gain trust, get out information, betray others, inform the financial officer..."

"Oh, hell!"

Frustrated and self-loathing, he thought, "I'm going to be the most hated jerk in the movies!"

too difficult!

It was so hard to make a decision.

Jamie tossed and turned that night, his heart breaking.

In the end, he really couldn't sleep any more, so he just quietly moved to the cell door, leaned on the crack of the railing, and looked through the long, dark corridor, thinking about the door at the end of the corridor. The locked door, thinking about the sky, thinking about the stars, thinking about the sun, thinking about the birds, thinking about the taste of freedom.