OBS Chapter 333 Uncle, What Are You Doing?
Chapter 333 Uncle, What Are You Doing?
In the autumn of Mondstadt, the air was filled with chill, and the breeze at the edge of the forest was biting, bringing the chill of late autumn. The leaves gradually turned yellow in the rustling wind, and occasionally a few leaves gently fell, as if expressing melancholy for the coming winter. There were few pedestrians on the street, and the cold wind was mixed with a bit of dampness, which made people tighten their collars and walk hurriedly with their hands in their pockets.
The new Forest Territory Governor, Charles, also had mixed emotions in his heart. He originally thought he could take over smoothly, but faced with the indifference and obstruction of the border soldiers, his intentions were once again thwarted.
"Without Lord John's consent, no one who is not a resident of the Forest Territory can enter the Forest Territory."
The soldiers were indifferent and just followed the order of the former Governor John to refuse him entry, as if conveying an invisible authority in this way. The dense forest not far away was like an invisible wall, isolating him from the power he was about to gain.
He could not help but feel angry. The cold wind in this autumn made him feel biting and dangerous, as if reminding him all the time that he had no respect in this land.
He even began to suspect that all this was a shadow and revenge left by John. He could not accept the arrival of this situation. The title of Governor seemed so pale and powerless at this moment.
Finally, Charles had no choice but to turn to Mondstadt and book a hotel in the town. The dim lights and the weak fire barely dispelled the chill around him. However, the inner resistance and anger could not be calmed. He sat in the corner of the hotel, holding a cold wine glass in his hands, his anger towards John intertwined with helplessness, forming a complex resentment.
"He must have done this on purpose. What a great move."
He thought with gnashing teeth, accusing the former governor of cunning and insidiousness, but he could do nothing but regret that he had not made adequate preparations before taking office. If he could hire a mercenary group in advance, he might have been able to go in by force.
At this moment, he felt that he was trapped in a vortex of power and could not escape. Winter had not yet arrived, but the cold had already penetrated deep into his bones, and his worries about the future were just like this bleak autumn, making him restless.
Just as Charles was in endless sorrow, the door creaked open, and the cold air outside poured in like a tide, as if to remind him of the severe winter outside. His son, Little Charles, hurried in, closed the door, and immediately blocked the cold outside. Little Master Charles' face was slightly red, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes. He sat next to Charles and began to mutter:
"That John is really too much. He let us suffer in such a situation and ignored us completely!"
Charles nodded slightly. Listening to his son's mumbling, his anger eased a little. He felt that his son had the same idea as him. However, little Charles continued to complain stubbornly:
"He is such a villain, he has no noble qualities at all!"
A fire of anger ignited in his heart, as if to protect and defend his father's identity.
After a while, there was a knock on the door, followed by the voice of the tavern owner:
"Mr. Charles, General Hawke under Lord John is here to visit!"
"General Hawke?" Charles was shocked and stood up. His anger and anxiety were temporarily suppressed by curiosity. He asked Charles to wait and hurried down the stairs.
When he walked out of the hotel, he saw a general in armor. The sun reflected off the armor, making it look like a shining barrier. General Hawke was dignified, with a firm and resolute look in his eyes. He smiled and nodded to Charles, his tone gentle but solemn:
"Charle, Governor, I am very sorry that those soldiers refused to let you enter the forest territory."
Charles was stunned. He didn't expect the general to apologize so proactively. Before he could react, Hawke continued:
"I would like to invite you and your son to come with me into the Forest Territory. Lord John said that he would do his best to help the new governor take over his work."
Charles took a deep breath, and the feeling of being ignored and angry in his heart eased a little. He nodded slightly, checked out of the hotel, got on the carriage and followed General Hawke's team.
Accompanied by General Hawke and his troops, Charles's convoy entered the forest without inspection. The sun shone faintly through the thick clouds, but the autumn forest still showed charming and gorgeous colors. The trees on both sides of the road were covered with a layer of golden color, and the ground was covered with colorful leaves. With the sound of footsteps, it seemed as if they were playing the music of nature. The breeze caressed their faces, making them feel a little warm.
In the afternoon, they finally arrived outside a magnificent castle. Hawke pointed to the towering walls and introduced:
"This is Johnburg, where Lord John made his fortune and is also the administrative capital of the Forest Territory."
Charles looked around expectantly, having already imagined it as a solid military castle in his mind. However, when he approached, he felt an atmosphere completely different from what he had expected.
Although the castle looks majestic, once you enter, you will be surrounded by warmth and bustle. This is not just an isolated place for soldiers to garrison, but it is inhabited by many residents. The shouts of the market, the sounds of children playing, and the conversations of the residents are intertwined, revealing a breath of life. Charles couldn't help but be surprised. This place is more like a prosperous city than a simple military fortress.
He once thought that Hawke would take him into the central inner castle, but the general led them to a house near the inner castle. Although the house seemed spacious, it seemed so small compared to the towering castle. Charles frowned slightly, confused, and looked at Hawke with doubt.
Hawke seemed to see his confusion and explained with a faint smile:
"According to the policy of the previous governor, the Inner Fort is a local tourist attraction during non-war periods. All residents only need to spend a copper coin to enter the Inner Fort and tour various areas under the arrangement of internal personnel."
"It turns out that I have set a trap for myself."
Charles was secretly upset, thinking that he had fallen into John's trap again.
"Tomorrow morning, I will convene a meeting of city officials to change all this!"
He was thinking in his heart, but when he turned around to look for Charles, his son and his followers were gone. He looked around anxiously.
At this time, Charles was wandering in the middle of the street, accompanied by several men, trying to find some place to have fun. But when Charles looked around, he found that everything was an unfamiliar street, with no sense of direction.
"Where should we go?"
He scratched his head and said irritably, gradually feeling helpless.
At this moment, a crisp voice interrupted his thoughts:
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
Little Charles looked in the direction of the voice and saw a little boy who was just above his pants height, staring at them blankly. Hearing the title of "uncle", he felt annoyed. He was only twenty years old and was a handsome young nobleman. The little devil was just saying he was old in disguise.
"Little devil, get out of here!"
The little boy was not frightened. He sniffed his nose and asked:
"Uncle, are you lost?"
Little Charles' heart moved. Seeing that the child seemed to be very familiar with the surrounding environment, he could not help but call him:
"Little boy, do you know that there are places for entertainment here? For example, places with good wine and beautiful girls."
Hearing this, the little boy showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and turned away. Just when little Charles was puzzled, the boy came back again, but this time he was accompanied by a dozen armored soldiers, who surrounded little Charles and his men like a dark shadow.
The leading soldier stepped forward, frowning, staring sharply at Little Charles, and said in a deep voice:
"Boy, show me your ID to prove your local identity."
Little Charles felt disdainful and said contemptuously:
"I am the son of the current governor. What qualifications do you untouchables have to interrogate me?"
His words were filled with the pride and contempt typical of young people, but he had no idea what consequences his reaction would bring.
Before he could finish his words, the soldier raised his hand like lightning and slapped him hard, shocking little Charles.
"You are the son of the governor? Then I can be the king's father! I think you are just sneaking in here."
The soldier's voice was cold and sarcastic, and it was obvious that he was not buying it.
Little Charles' face turned pale instantly, and he was about to vent his anger, but when he saw the soldiers drawing their one-handed swords, he retracted his swords and looked at his men beside him with a look for help.
When several subordinates saw this, they looked at each other in bewilderment. They were outnumbered by the enemy, and everyone on the opposite side was wearing armor, so they couldn't win.
The soldier ordered, "Take him away!"
After saying that, he took a step back, putting Little Charles and his men in a more disadvantageous position.
At the moment when he was firmly grasped by two soldiers, Charles continued to struggle and tangled with one of the soldiers, but soon, fists rained down on him. Finally, after a soldier hit him on the head with the hilt of his sword several times, Charles was finally lifted up by the soldier. At this time, he could only shout with his last bit of strength:
"My dad is really the governor, please let me go, I want to find my dad, help me!!!"
The soldier walked forward, muttering, "The border troops are so careless that they let a stowaway in. I have to report this to my superiors and have Lord Hawke check if the border guards are slacking off!"