Chapter 219 Reasonable
Senor asked for some more details, and Nasir mixed some truths with a bunch of lies based on his daily experience.
The disciplinary officer behind the two men was recording their duties conscientiously. They had not expressed any personal opinions from the beginning to now. Nasir was not sure whether his words had convinced them.
"Okay, I understand the situation. You can go to the next door to rest for a while. You can stay there for the time being until I get a reply from the Great Sage. We will have someone take care of your daily life and food.
Don't be nervous, if nothing unexpected happens, you can return to your own residence in a few days." Said Seno.
"…What about my book?" Nasir couldn't help asking, "It belongs to our tribe. Will you return it to me?"
"Yes, but not now. Before the Great Sage has read my report, it will always be evidence, and we have the right to keep it."
Seno answered in a businesslike tone.
Nasir nodded, and couldn't help but feel ecstatic at being able to get back the book he had spent a lot of money on and thought he was going to lose.
Then, the two discipline officers who entered the room later put their quills into the ink bottles, stood up and led Nasir out of the room.
He handed him over to the three disciplinary officers who were waiting outside the door, and then returned to the interrogation room to check what he had just written.
"This is the fourth one, and what they said is exactly the same as what those outside the city said. There is no conspiracy. I think these books are the collection of their own tribe. Who said that desert people can't have books?"
A disciplinary officer relaxed immediately when he saw the suspect leave. He stretched and complained to his colleagues around him.
"The Great Sage has given us so much extra work with just one sentence. I've been sitting on the bench for the whole afternoon and my butt is so sore. And there's no overtime pay. Who will compensate us?"
"It's working hours, it's normal that there are no extra allowances." Saino said calmly.
"Big Discipline Officer, how many more are there?" asked the discipline officer who had been yelling.
"It's almost time for the shift change. Can the guy down there let the person who's replacing me take notes?"
"No, according to the regulations, you are still on duty now, and you will still be responsible for recording the next suspect." Said Seno.
"Can the next one be interrogated faster?" the disciplinary officer, who had a rather eccentric personality, joked.
Outside of work, Seno is very easy-going, can tell (cold) jokes and organize card games, which allows them to play some harmless jokes on their boss.
"No, we must treat it with a rigorous attitude. The Great Sage's guess is not unreasonable." Senor said seriously.
"Ah..." Another discipline officer also sighed heavily, but then smiled again.
"Great Disciplinary Officer, after work today, let's go to the tavern and play a game! I have adjusted my deck and equipped it with a set of assault tactics exclusive to the Ice Princess. I will definitely defeat you today!"
The corners of Sino's mouth slightly raised: "Okay, I'll wait and see, but you can't beat me in terms of card skills alone, give up."
Several disciplinary officers chatted for a while and seemed to have rekindled their enthusiasm for work. Two of the three disciplinary officers left their seats and walked out of the room to start the next round of work.
Not long after, someone knocked on the door again. Seno stood up and went to the registration office as before, and said a few words to the mercenary who had just been brought in.
The mercenary looked to be over fifty years old, but because of years of exposure to the scorching sun and windy sand, coupled with hard work, desert people look older, and it is difficult for outsiders to judge their real age from their appearance.
Seno used the void device to scan his face, and the personal information of the middle-aged mercenary with a sad face appeared in front of him: age: 36 years old.
Seno repeated the questions he had asked the young men before, but the mercenary in front of him did not show any look of confusion, dullness or joy.
Instead, he pursed his lips, with a look of pain and confusion as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Not everyone can quickly grasp the message I want to convey, thought Seno.
This situation was within his expectations. He thought that one-third of the desert people would not understand his hint, but the actual situation was much better than he expected.
Most of the mercenaries who did not hand in all their books were young mercenaries, most of them were between 14 and 20 years old.
They believed in Dolly's inspiring words and firmly believed that they could change their current lives through reading. They urged themselves to work hard for the beautiful future they imagined.
Therefore, even under the huge temptation of "getting old textbooks in exchange for new ones for free", they still kept one or two books in order to make use of the one month before the new textbooks were officially put on the shelves.
This type of young people tend to think a lot and have rich imaginations. As long as they are given a look or a little verbal hint, they will immediately make corresponding associations.
Seno deliberately mentioned "your tribe" many times during the questioning in order to strengthen the psychological suggestion, so that when answering questions, these mercenaries would instinctively think that they could push all the responsibility onto the desert side to absolve themselves of the crime.
There are several advantages to this. First, their testimonies coincide with those of the first group of mercenaries detained, which increases the credibility of the incident.
Furthermore, the facts are hard to verify. Even a great sage cannot send people deep into the desert to ask the leaders of each tribe, "Do you have any ancestral treasures in your family?"
Moreover, in this way, the books in the hands of the mercenaries would have a "legal identity". They are private property and should be protected by law, and the House of Lords cannot forcibly seize them.
But it is normal that some people cannot think of this level.
Seno looked at the middle-aged mercenary in front of him and told him to sign and fingerprint the document as required, then repeated in a cold tone:
“You were born in a poor tribe, and you have not been in the rain forest for long. Where did you get the money to buy books? Who provided you with the channels to buy books?
Use this free time to think carefully about how to answer my questions. "
The 36-year-old mercenary with wrinkles on his face looked even more distressed after hearing this. He shouted at Seno's back: "I really don't know! Let me go!"
Seno sighed in his heart, walked towards the interrogation room without stopping, and closed the door amid the mercenaries' struggling, begging, and resentful gazes.