V2C5-Let's Go Hunting together(5) part-2
V2C7-Acadmey life is not always beautiful, there are exams and exams(2)
On the same evening, I sat opposite Rolanna in my dorm.
I was sitting down in the chair dejectedly.
“Brock, you… you were lucky. But you haven’t completely changed the image. Currently, your image has just successfully transformed from animal *** devil to ordinary s*xual harasser pervert. Did you not notice that the academy teachers and students are not so afraid of you now?” Rolanna said to me with a smile.
“What kind of change is that!” I scratched my hair frantically.
“It’s enough, Rolanna…” I let out a long breath, softened my voice, and dropped my head, “I’m tired, I give up.”
“What?” she was taken aback.
“I am saying I don’t want to help you with your plans anymore, let me go back.” I looked up again and said very seriously.
“Eh?” Rolanna was suddenly disturbed by my change of attitude and her calmness disappeared completely, “Did you not say before that you are going to work hard for the peace of two races? This… if you become like this, then your tribe will be in danger!”
Good, that’s the response I wanted— I muttered in my heart.
“What is impossible to do a thing is impossible to do. If I want to change the image of orcs, I don’t know what year it will succeed. Maybe the proposal to fight against my tribe will be passed first. Let me go back. I’d rather go back and die fighting to protect the tribe than continue doing such useless work here.” I continued my self-deprecating speech while observing Rolanna’s reaction.
It was true that I was a little discouraged when I went through these farces again and again, but I am not a small chicken.
After all, it was because the concept was so deep-rooted in them, for any rumor they were more inclined to believe what they were more willing to believe and this impression has been existing since the past. It was the so-called saying, “Good deeds are never heard of outside the door, while bad deeds are known at a distance of thousand miles.” This was the fundamental reason why I have to work so hard.
Of course, I don’t think Rolanna would let me go back. I just wanted to bargain for benefits and treatment through this matter, such as allowing me to use messenger animals, contact tribes with censored letters, and other things.
Otherwise, it was really hard to endure in this broken place.
“This… it’s impossible to let you go back. Even to get you out of here, I don’t have the authority…” Rolanna’s face showed a distressed look and began to think seriously.
All right, now it’s the correct time to throw the conditions.
“Then at least…”
“After all, Brock, you are a prisoner of war, a prisoner of war.” at this time her tone suddenly changed and interrupted me.
“Huh?” I was caught off guard by these words.
“Brock” the graceful and calm smile appeared again on her face, “have you forgotten your identity? Now, thinking back, you are a prisoner of war captured alive on the battlefield by the troops I lead, isn’t it?”
“Um.. that’s right…”
“Then answer me, how does your tribe treat prisoners of war?”
“Eh, first arrest them and then interrogate.”
“I interrogated you also, but you kept silent at that time. What would you do if the prisoner of war had reacted like this during your interrogation?”
“Sever, severe torture…” I hesitantly answered.
“And if still refuse to cooperate?”
“Beat continuously, until…”
“Which do you think is worse, your tribe’s torture or the electric shock you often experience because of misunderstanding?”
“Our methods of torture are more terrible…” I shrunk my head.
Orcs are physically more robust than elves and human beings. Therefore, the torture and punishment program we developed for criminals and prisoners was also very terrible. Compared to those torture programs, the electric shock from this collar was no different from tickling.
“And then? What do you do to the prisoner of war after interrogation?”
“Will be taken in custody…. If they are willing to bear the hard labor, they would be treated like ordinary prisoners.”
“What if they don’t cooperate in interrogation and they don’t take hard labor?”
“Then, then, only give the minimum treatment…” the more I said the less confident I became. I didn’t dare to look into her eyes.
Through decades of contact with human countries and the development of the cultural concept of various tribe, the attitude of Orc tribe towards the prisoner of war was not as barbaric as it used to be, but it was still less humane than the unified war law system, of alliance nation, which claims to represent the civilized world.
“Then, please..” Rolanna narrowed her eyes and continued to ask, “what exactly is the so-called minimum treatment? Do they get the same food as the students in the canteen get like you?”
“No… only bread and water are given every day…”
“What about restrictions on movement? Do they move in such a large area like an academy as Brock does, and are even allowed to hunt in the forest by oneself?”
“No, they are restricted in the cell all the time…”
“Are the conditions of the cell as good as this dorm?”
“No…” my voice was getting smaller and smaller.
The orc cells consist of wooden beds at most, and the condition was so worse that the bed didn’t even have piles of straws.
“Do they get higher education for free as you get?”
“No…”
“Can they get an unlimited supply of beautiful elves as you get?”
“No,… wait, what the hell was that?”
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