Chapter 218 Nasir: I understand
"Is something wrong?"
The mercenary boy's gaze was too intense, so Seno, who had just turned his back, turned his head and asked.
You are on our side, right?
What did you mean by that? Was it a code?
I don't understand! What on earth should I explain right now? !
Several thoughts flashed through Nasir's mind, but he knew that he could not ask Seno for advice in front of other disciplinary officers.
...Why did he leave? Didn't he stay and give some more hints?
Oh, I see! This warrior asked that question to remind me to keep calm.
"Anything?" means "You can't be busy now, shut up."
Thinking this through, Nasir quickly shook his head and said, "No, it's okay."
Seno gave him a small nod and walked towards the interrogation room without saying a word.
Seno's attitude made Nasir feel that his speculation was correct. He began to rack his brains to think about the deeper meaning of Seno's words just now.
Nasir was still thinking when he suddenly heard the voice of the discipline officer sitting behind the typewriter.
"Take a look at the contents above. If you have no questions, please sign here and put your fingerprint."
The cold words brought Nasir back to the real world, but after being convinced that Senor was a warrior from a desert tribe who had sneaked into the House of the Order, he was no longer so nervous. He believed that he would be rescued.
If not, I will kill myself and never leak the information I know.
Nasir made up his mind. He knew that there were only two options before him. Either he would be taken out by the desert warriors, or he would commit suicide.
After knowing this, he became extremely calm. His thoughts and ideas erased the confusion brought by the unknown.
At the disciplinary officer's call, Nasir took two or three steps forward, calmly picked up the document on the table, and held a feather pen dipped in ink in one hand.
While reading the document from the beginning, keep the tip of the pen suspended over the paper, ready to put ink to paper.
"'A textbook'? Isn't it a textbook and a notebook?"
Nasir suppressed his doubts and reminded calmly. In his opinion, any abnormality now could be a trap set by the warrior, and he was very curious about his next arrangement.
"...your notes," the discipline officer who had been keeping a straight face suddenly smiled.
"...It has nothing to do with the paper book case, so there is no record. The two of you took your notes with you just for evidence. Okay, if there is no problem, please sign it."
Nasir was a little puzzled, but he read the document again from the beginning. After confirming that there were no false charges against him, he signed his name and pressed his fingerprint in the lower right column.
Then, he was escorted into the interrogation room by three discipline officers. In addition to the short, dark-skinned boy who he had just seen and who was suspected to be the accomplice, there was also a discipline officer wearing a green robe, holding a pen and a notebook.
After bringing Nasir into the room and having him sit at the side of the low square table, two of the three disciplinary officers stayed behind and sat next to the disciplinary officer in charge of recording. They also picked up the pens and notebooks on the table and
The other nodded slightly to Seno and left the room.
Senor sat down opposite Nasir and said, "Okay, let's continue with the previous question - don't be nervous, it's not a big deal, just tell us everything you know."
Nasir stared at Seno's face and his hands on the table. If possible, he would like to bend down and look at his feet to see if Seno made any body language, but he didn't find any hints.
"Where does your money come from?" asked Seno.
"...that is...I accepted the task assigned by the employer and completed it as required...and the employer gave me some money?" Nasir stated the general process of mercenaries accepting tasks with some uncertainty.
Seno: “Just like that?”
Nasir nodded and answered honestly: "That's all."
Beside them, three discipline officers were recording their conversation with pens. The friction between the pens and the paper made a constant rustling sound. The subtle, noisy sound made Nasir a little confused.
Seno's attitude made him doubt his previous guess, but when he saw the person in front of him with the same skin color as him, he felt that he just hadn't understood the deeper meaning of Seno's words.
"Well, you have only accepted one commission recently, but the price of the books you purchased should be far more than your income from labor.
The tribe you were born into is not wealthy, and your status in the tribe is not high. You should not be able to receive gifts from the leader or additional resources.
So, do you have other income channels? Or does someone provide you with a special channel to buy books? So that you can buy paper books at a low price? "
The pile of questions instantly confused Nasir. He didn't know which ones he should answer and which ones he shouldn't, and he didn't know whether to tell the truth or a lie.
"Think carefully." Seeing the young man hanging his head in silence, Senuo said in a gentle voice.
You want me to recall? Is this a hint?
Nasir hesitated for a moment, and then replayed Seno's words in his mind one by one.
[What is your income channel?] [What is your book purchasing channel?]
Nasir glanced at the three discipline officers sitting behind Senor. Senor waited in silence for Nasir's answer. They also stopped recording and looked at Nasir.
Nasir quickly looked away, thinking that these didn't seem to be the key points, and the book purchasing channels must not be revealed in front of these people.
So the key should be the other sentences?
My work and my tribe?
Why do you keep mentioning my tribe? Just to point out that my savings and income are meager?
...There's no reason to emphasize it twice, right?
So that's the hint? What does my tribe have to do with this?
In a flash, many thoughts flashed through Nasir's mind. Finally, his eyes lit up, as if he had suddenly realized something. He looked into Senor's eyes and said firmly:
"I didn't buy the book. I can't afford such an expensive thing. This book is a collection within our tribe."
Seno's face was filled with distrust: "Really? Your little tribe?"
"It's a small tribe with a history of hundreds of years!" Nasir retorted dissatisfiedly, "It's been hundreds of years. No matter how poor we are, we will have the opportunity to get some good things, right?
The desert once had a glorious civilization. The King of Sand once established positions such as priests and secretaries. Don’t always treat us as primitive people who can’t even use paper! "
At this point, Nasir suddenly had an idea. He suddenly realized that he could take this opportunity to excuse his fellow compatriots, so before Senor continued to ask questions, he continued:
"Book resources in our tribe are relatively scarce. I am a relatively capable person among the younger generation, so I have the opportunity to access the originals, while others can only get handwritten copies.
Can you imagine how difficult the conditions were for us to study in?”
Seno nodded silently. Behind him, three discipline officers recorded the conversation.