I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 40: Kick out a riot

Dorothy and Adela were resting in the hotel when they suddenly received a message from the hotel staff saying that someone was looking for them.

After meeting them, they found out that they were members of Henry's caravan. After they informed them of Wyatt's arrest, they quickly rushed to the guards.

Dorothy now has a new understanding of Wyatt's ability to make trouble. This guy must be watched all the time, otherwise it would not be surprising if he could do anything weird.

The Fallen Asylum is an institution jointly established by the Church and the military. Although it is a subordinate institution shared by both parties in terms of hierarchy, it is comparable to Winterhold, a major military town in the North.

But everyone knows that there are different levels at the same level. On the surface, the director of the Fallen Asylum and the Duke of Winterburg are at the same level, but if the two sides meet, the latter will definitely give the former some face.

A guy whose military rank is higher than that of the Duke of the Wasteland was actually arrested in someone else's vassal territory. If this got out, it would definitely be a huge joke.

While complaining, Dorothy and Adela also came to the guards.

The guards who stayed in the office were all listless, as if there was no work assigned to them. At the same time, they were restricted from skipping work. Without many entertainment options, anyone would feel bored.

Now, these idle guards became interested after seeing two beautiful girls, one big and one small, with different styles.

A guard came forward and asked the two of them politely if they wanted to handle business. Dorothy immediately wanted to ask where Wyatt was, but was stopped by Adela.

Dorothy quickly calmed down after seeing Adela's hint.

It would be best if the problem could be resolved peacefully. There is no need to have a conflict now.

Dorothy swallowed her anger, took a step back and left the task of negotiation to Adela.

"Hello, I heard that a scholar who claimed to be from Mayos City was arrested by the guards today. We are his assistants and would like to know what happened."

"The scholar from Mayos City... ah yes, there is indeed such a person, but he can't produce any documents to prove his identity as a scholar."

"Tsk!"

Dorothy's patience was running out. Now she had a rough idea of ​​why Wyatt had been arrested.

He pretended to be a scholar, but ended up not being able to produce any proof of his scholarship. I heard that student ID cards from fake colleges are easy to forge.

I really don’t understand why reliable and unreliable can appear in the same person at the same time. Dorothy feels that Wyatt is the youngest one in this trip.

Faced with this situation, Adela had no choice. After all, she didn't know much about the human world.

It seems that the best solution now is to let Huai Ya Teji continue playing.

Dorothy and Adela looked at each other. Both knew very well that now was not the time to pretend. Keeping Wyatt locked up was not a solution at all and it would waste too much time.

The guard who was about to strike up a conversation was quickly interrupted by Adela's next words.

"I'm sorry, but that gentleman is definitely not a scholar from Mayos City."

"That's what I said. There are too many people pretending to be scholars, but it's rare to find someone who is unwilling to even make a fake student ID. However, I believe that the two beautiful ladies must have some unspeakable secrets. Don't worry! I will..."

"That gentleman's name is Wyatt Owen, and he is the director of the Fourth Fallen Asylum."

The guard blinked, and he turned back to exchange glances with his companions, whose frivolous attitudes were put away by Wyatt's true identity.

Then the guard turned his head and looked at Adela with a confused look.

Just when Dorothy thought that Wyatt's official skin had finally worked, the scene broke out into hearty laughter.

Dorothy felt her head buzzing. What was going on? Didn't the people of the Wasteland Territory bow and nod to the officials when they saw them? How could these guards be so bold as to laugh at the big shots in Mayos City? The guard laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said in a gentlemanly manner:

"Ladies, we don't want to embarrass that gentleman. Mr. Wyatt will be released in a few days. There is no need for you to make up a fake official position that you have never heard of to scare us. We are the people's shield and sharp sword, and we will never be scared by such things."

The corners of Dorothy's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and it took her a while to realize that these guards had never heard of the name of the Fourth Fallen Asylum.

Thinking carefully, when he was still in the Wasteland Territory, he knew very little about the outside world. He was not even clear about the division of some official positions in Winterhold. The leaders of the gathering places were deceived by thieves with fabricated official positions.

Dorothy sighed helplessly, lamenting that the land of Wasteland Territory was too backward. She learned more from being locked up in the asylum for several years than she would learn here.

Seeing this, Dorothy stepped forward, pushed the guards away, and protected Adela behind her.

Since communication is ineffective, some other methods must be adopted. However, this method is a bit barbaric and is not suitable for a lady of noble status like Adela.

Dorothy stomped her foot on the floor, shattering most of the office's floor tiles. The shaking caused some guards to fall off their chairs.

The guard who had come up to chat with him earlier now shrank his neck and retreated behind his companion. Fortunately, his companion was not as spineless as him. Seeing someone causing trouble on his territory, he immediately stood up.

"Dwarf, you better understand where this place is. This is the Green Water City Guard. This is not a place for a guy like you who doesn't know your identity to run wild. Do you want to be locked up in a dungeon? Believe me, no woman would want to be locked up in a dungeon."

"You are a bunch of idiots. Come and try if you have the guts!"

Dorothy jumped up and rushed into the crowd. She knew her limits, otherwise every kick she kicked would break the bones of the guards along with their leather armor.

Dorothy alone held down seven or eight guards present, and each of them was beaten by her until he cried and cursed.

"Adela, go and get the new guy out!"

"Eh? This won't..."

"Don't worry, we have a strong backstage, just go quickly!"

"well."

The experience of breaking the rules was very new and beyond Adela's understanding, but she knew very well that the purpose of her trip was to ensure Wyatt's safety, so she persuaded herself in her heart that this was not breaking the rules, and she was just completing the task assigned by Helen.

Adela entered the dungeon and without doing anything scared away some guards who wanted to watch the fun, so she arrived at Wyatt's cell very smoothly.

"Sir, I'm sorry we're late."

"There's so much noise up there, could it be that Dorothy is fighting with the guards?"

"Yes, the communication was fruitless so Dorothy just..."

"Oh, the little hedgehog is still covered in thorns as always. This is going to be troublesome."

"Why bother?"

"Although the Wasteland Territory is backward, it is not without priests."

On the ground, outside the house, the only bell tower in Green Water City rang out a long sound.

Every resident of Green Water City knows that this is an alarm.

(End of this chapter)