Travel through time and become a member of the Warhammer Empire

After all the goods were ready, Mousse jumped quickly into the back of the donkey cart and found a place to sit down.

As for Windlow, he obediently climbed to the front of the donkey cart, calmed the donkey's temper, then took out a carrot from his backpack and determined the direction based on the position of the sun.

At this moment, two soldiers from the foreign expedition came quickly on horseback, one in front and one behind, completely blocking the donkey cart.

He was wearing silver half-plate armor, holding a pistol in one hand and a rapier in the other. He looked young, but was an excellent rider.

They are all descendants of nobles from all over the empire, but since they are not the eldest sons of the nobles, they have no right of inheritance.

Many of these noble sons would choose to come to Iverland and swear to serve the Elector of Iverland in exchange for a chance to fight, and would actively fight in battle to gain military merit.

Such young nobles lack experience and are therefore not qualified to join the major knightly orders of the empire.

So this group of young nobles in the empire called on their friends and formed their own pistol cavalry regiment.

By continuously accumulating military merits and combat experience, this group of soldiers from foreign expeditions will one day be able to gain enough military merits to join the Knights Templar.

In addition to being soldiers, these two soldiers also retained a touch of aristocratic demeanor.

The soldier in front quickly dismounted, greeted Windlow, and made a brief speech.

"Hello, merchant. I bring an order from Elector Marius Redolf. Your donkey cart and your people must return to Averheim for investigation."

Under investigation? What's going on?

After seeing people surrounding him, Mousse narrowed his lavender eyes and looked at these two so-called foreign soldiers from front to back. Ha, they were actually just the empire's pistol cavalry.

He only needed to take out the dagger and sword in his arms, and within a few rounds he could kill the two people blocking his way, and then continue moving forward.

Wendlow immediately reached out and stopped Mousse to prevent the dark elf from doing anything extreme.

"Moose, we still have to go back."

If he told him directly, Mousse would naturally not accept it, so Wendlow paused for a moment and told him all three reasons.

"First, this place in Ivy is all flat, and it's hard for us to run."

"Second, we have a donkey cart and they are riding horses, so they definitely can't get rid of us."

"Three, we haven't done anything wrong, why are we running?"

After saying these three sentences, Mousse calmed down his emotions. The two soldiers who were on the expedition, one in front and one behind him, also nodded after hearing them.

"Yes, it is just the order of the Elector. Please follow us back to Averheim City."

The donkey cart, which had just left the city of Avilheim, once again returned to a city that was still under martial law.

I thought I could talk to the Mad Count, but the two of them were directly taken to prison and imprisoned in the same cell.

However, this is more like a hotel than a prison cell.

There were no torture devices, no tattered beds or rat infestations, and no feces or urine running everywhere.

The entire cell looks like an ordinary Imperial Hotel, and its decoration is even better than that of an ordinary Imperial Hotel.

There was a comfortable bed and a clean toilet. Except for the windows and the door being blocked by iron bars, the two of them felt as if they were in a hotel.

Looking to other places, one can also find that the situation in this prison is complicated and the personnel are of all kinds.

A businessman who looks wealthy and is wearing fancy clothes.

There were also farmers who had just dug the soil from the fields and peasant women who had just milked their cows.

There are even grassroots officials and managers of the empire.

Of course, there were also some imperial provincial troops who had not taken off their armor.

There are all kinds of people in the prison, and some people even play dice and card games in their cells.

The jailers here are different from those in other places in the empire. They are more like waiters in a hotel and take good care of every prisoner.

Even at mealtimes, they provide free meals, which are hotel meals instead of the pig food in other prisons.

The strangest thing is that the prisoners and jailers here can communicate freely and talk and laugh at the same time.

Wendlow also waved to the jailer outside his cell.

"Brother, I am a merchant brought here by Rick. Although I have never been to jail, a jail cell should not be like this."

"Rick, let me tell you about the special situation here."

The jailer who was stopped by Windlow opened the cell door and walked in, then found a bench and sat down next to it.

Everyone knows the Elector of Iverland, Marius Redolf, and knows that his nickname is the Mad Count.

This mad count often had problems with his brain and was extremely suspicious. He always identified ordinary people as suspects for various reasons and took them back to prison.

He even spoke ill of the wife of a certain duke of Bretonnia not long ago, and his insults were quite harsh.

Although the Mad Count is crazy, the people under him are not crazy. The officials who manage the prison and the jailers inside the prison certainly know one thing: 98% of the people the Mad Count asks them to arrest are not guilty.

Even if they are guilty, they are minor crimes and will not warrant severe punishment.

In order not to offend anyone, we should treat every "suspect" who is caught very reasonably.

Provide him with good food and drink, a nice house to live in, and finally release him after the mad earl's madness has passed. Why not do it?

Some businessmen or nobles would give the prison a sum of money regularly.

After all, anyone could go to jail just by hearing a word from the Mad Count.

You never know who might go in to have fun the next day, so with the money given by the nobles and businessmen, the prison has no shortage of conditions to provide a good living environment.

After explaining the whole story, the jailer patted Windlow on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, little brother Rick. You can stay for a week at most. Once the Mad Count has finished his madness and interrogation, you can leave. As for the time wasted, I can only say that I can't do anything about it."

"It's okay, it's okay. You guys have suffered a lot."

Wendlow quickly said a few nice words to send the guest away, then looked at Mousse lying on the bed.

"It looks like we have to take a few days off. Do you know how to play cards? Or dice? Or I can teach you a game called Monopoly. You can't play with me. There is no sound insulation between the prisons. It will have a bad influence."

"I am not interested."

Mousse slowly sat up from the bed, then walked to the toilet and touched the toilet paper placed there.

It’s okay. It’s not the hemp rope commonly seen in prisons, but paper made of ordinary wood pulp. It’s a bit rough, but much better than hemp rope and leaves.

"There are curtains on the prison fence, go and close them. I can only make do with this. It's okay. This toilet is clean."

These words coming from Mousse surprised Wendlow so much that he even forgot to draw the curtains.

"Do elves poop, too?"