434 Heavy Tangerine (1/2)
George didn't die in battle.
Some Knights were killed, while others escaped. His good friend John perished in battle. George knelt down hopelessly and dropped his weapon.
He looked at Hoodlum, who was stabbed to death many times but was able to reappear again and again before him.
Hoodlum wasn't completely killed and was healed by a powerful pastor.
That was what George thought.
When he finished his action, he was waiting to be killed. But he found that the gamers suddenly stopped attacking.
Some other gamers wanted to attack him but were stopped by others.
”Gosh, stop hitting. If the BOSS dies, there will be no more Strange Encounter!”
”The BOSS has surrendered! Look, he has dropped his weapon!”
”No, he's still wearing armor!”
”What, he's still wearing it?”
George didn't understand what they were saying. Were they asking him to surrender?
George stripped his armor upon seeing that his enemies had no intention to kill him. He thought that they were barbarians that couldn't be understood, but he was wrong.
They had no intention to kill a surrendered Knight. Likely, they were capturing him.
To George, it was good news.
He thought he was going to die. Now that he had a chance to live, how could he not be happy?
George stripped his Breastplate, Plate Leggings, and Pauldrons and was only left with his clothing.
The gamers continued their discussion.
”No, I have to kill him. He's still wearing his clothing. That's quality clothing!”
”Gosh, it's really nice. It's a noble's clothing!”
”Stop hitting him. The BOSS has surrendered!”
The group of gamers shouted at each other.
George was about to shed tears of humiliation, but he endured it and took off his clothing.
Then he was captured and brought back to Victoria City.
…
In a cold metal cage, George lowered his head dispiritedly and looked listlessly outside. It was much more dilapidated than the poorest village.
This was Victoria, Victoria Freedom City.
Though it was a Freedom City with many more Humans, the roads and houses were inferior to a common village.
Though George wasn't knowledgeable, he knew that the construction materials used in Victoria City weren't produced by professional machines. They were produced by amateurs. Even George thought that he could produce them.
The only appealing building was the Castle. Though it was made of plants, its magnificence and building style were appealing to the eyes. It didn't have any traces of manufacturing.
Besides the buildings, their way of storing their items was strange. They didn't have a dedicated warehouse officer. All of the equipment was stacked at the empty spot outside the Castle, together with the blood-stained equipment and food materials.
It was grotesque. Did they eat such stuff? Green, blue, and colorful stuff that looked like it was made of animal parts.
George was feeling fortunate that they weren't Ogres.
He saw the Victorians stacking the dead Humans together. Then they burned the corpses without any emotion or rituals.
When they brought back the dead horses, they were sad and despondent.
It seemed like a horse was more precious than a Human.
George wasn't a saint. Though he was a Knight and a Christian, he didn't harbor any kind of compassion in battle.
It was already great compassion to gather all of the corpses for incineration. That would prevent the bodies from being eaten by wild beasts.
They were also worried about the possibility of a plague.
Who knew, and why would they be concerned?
George was letting his imagination run wild. He couldn't understand how he was defeated by these ill-equipped barbarians.
Undeniably, these barbarians were handsome and beautiful.
There were also Fairies and Elves.
A fat Hamster appeared before the cage and gave him a fright.
”Is he the BOSS?” The Hamster gazed at George and spoke in an unknown evil language.
”Yes, it's him. He's got yellow hair…” Another Hamster came close.
”When do we have our meal?” That was the third Hamster.
”Oh! Lancelot is here. Speak in the Human language,” the first Hamster said nervously.
”Hi, Count Glamorgan. Are you here to see the BOSS?” The second Hamster straightened his body. He was speaking in a language that George understood.
While George was trying to figure out the intent of the three Hamsters, he saw a familiar face. It was Lancelot!
Since when did he become Count Glamorgan? Did he have a noble's title?
Lancelot grasped his sword hilt and walked over. He looked at the caged George and the three Hamsters, then bowed to the Hamsters. Though he was Count Glamorgan, he didn't take it to heart.
”Count Glamorgan, we intend to bring this golden-haired lad to see Queen Victoria. Do you have any matters?” Big Boss looked at Lancelot and asked.
”No, I heard the description of the prisoner and thought I may know him. So, I came to take a look.” Lancelot shook his head and looked at George while he squatted down.
”It has been a long time, George.”
”Laugh if you will, you unfaithful Lancelot,” George said as he looked in disdain at Lancelot.
George was in a hilarious situation. He didn't have any clothes and looked like an animal in the metal cage.
”What's up? What George? What unfaithful Lancelot? Were you two classmates? Did you give each other names in class?” Second Boss looked bewildered at George and Lancelot.
Big Boss said, ”It's their custom. They like to create titles. Like Hoodlum, he was called Slumbering Hoodlum because he was good at sleeping.”
Second Boss was enlightened.