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Martial King s Retired Life Volume 10 Chapter 87 My Prison Life

Author:Lee Taibai Category:urban Update time:2022-09-13 02:54:47

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“Limestone can only be mined from deep mountains after toiling tirelessly. Flames cannot tickle limestone. I do not fear braised ribs. All I wish for is to ensure pork shoulders are never lost.” - Ming Feizhen, spring, Yuanshengs 31st year, written from prison.

The characters I carved onto the wall with my finger looked fine, strong and manly. Regrettably, my genius creativity had my appetite in overdrive.

Ah Neath, you will regret locking me up. Lets see what you can do without me. Besides, I only copped a touch. Its not like I made off with a tit or something. Hmph.

I crossed my arms and belted, “Im being unjustly imprisoned. This is oppression! This is inequality! This is robbery of human rights! I want freedom! Freedom!”

“Shut up!” the prison guard howled. “Behave yourself, you dead man walking!”

The prison guard, actually, all of the prison guards were from the Central Plain or had to be descendants of people from the Central Plain.

Nanjiang didnt have dungeon prisons long ago, and the eleven states still didnt really use them. Their climate was warm, sunny and humid, so going underground for construction projects was never on their bucketlist. The prisons they used to have were simple cages for beasts. You couldnt just build something with absolutely no knowledge, which was why people from the Central Plain were hired to build the dungeon prisons and guard them.

“Bro, Im on death row. Dont I get a farewell meal or anything” I bet my head the prison guard I was speaking to swindled people out of their money many times in the past.

Black and White Reflection stated that the three hardest types of meals to eat in life were meals you begged for as a beggar, meals you leeched off your partners family whilst putting up with their attitude and the last meal you had before you kiss your neck goodbye. I already joined Hong Jiu in begging for a meal. I already had meals from my in-laws at Jingans place. The only one I had yet to try was the one before losing my head.

From what I heard, the farewell meal was supposed to consist of a bowl of meat, a bowl of veggies and a bowl of rice. Given it was ones final meal, the taste shouldve been different to usual; no longer were you tasting food but life.

I had been longing to try out the taste of a farewell meal, and I wasnt going to have another opportunity to try it, so why not Even though I wasnt going to die, I wanted to get into my role so that I could taste the authentic version.

“What sort of prisoner on death row tries to talk his way into a free meal Listen, smart aleck: the date for your execution hasnt been decided. When it is, I promise youll have a meal.”

How long you going to make me wait Youre just stalling…

The prison guard went back to his seat to drink: “Why would you trigger His Majesty of all things My pay has been delayed for five months. Thanks to you pissing him off, my pay is going to be delayed for even longer.”

“Your King owes you Wow, I didnt expect prison guards to be disgruntled over wage issues.”

“Wh-what are you talking about now Who said His Majesty owes us!

“What did I say I just said I was hungry and asked when Id be getting my farewell meal.”

“Y-you…”

“By the way, the peanuts on your table are pretty good.”

Since Ah Neath personally gave the order to have me incarcerated, it suggested that I was possibly someone qualified to speak to her face to face. Accordingly, the prison guards werent too harsh on me, lest it come back to haunt them.

The disgruntled guard passed me a handful of peanuts. “Ill have someone bring you a farewell meal later… Youre the first person Ive met who threatens a prison guard for a meal.”

I relished the crunchy sensation of peanuts in my mouth and then had a swig of wine. “Bro, why are you still here if youre not getting paid”

The guard zoned out for a second. “Its not like His Majesty wants to deprive us. When I was stationed as a sentry for the palace, His Majesty treated us well. Since he hasnt completed the ceremony, there are a lot of restrictions imposed on him. We all know,” the guard stopped to survey the surroundings and then whispered, “its the fault of… Long-story short, its the fault of certain people in the government.”

“Oh, Princess Consort”

The guard jumped to his feet as if a debt collector came for him. “Dont put words in my mouth! I never said that! Dont get me in trouble.”

“I have better things to do than implicate you. I was just asking if you know about her corruption.”

“Wh-who are you Wh-why are you asking about that”

“Hah, why do you think I was arrested”

“Wasnt it because you touched his chest”

“… Thats the story the public is told. Do you know the real reason”

“Mm… You even touched his behind”

What the fook, mate! Why you got to go sexual! And why do you think Id be so eager to feel a man!

“Im in here of my own volition because Im trying to investigate the governments internal affairs. When the entire government is corrupt, where would you find the most innocent people In here. Bro, you didnt finish what you were saying. Your salary seriously being withheld”

“Yeah, Ive been performing free labour for five months.”

“Damn, must be tough, huh”

“If this keeps up, I wont even be able to feed my kid. When I take the guard dog for a walk, I sometimes look at it the same way it sees crap.”

“D-damn. Do you know why you arent being paid”

“Not really, but they say its all because…” he lowered his voice further, “Her Highness, Princess Consort, wants to raise some soldiers, so shes embezzling money to feed them.”

“Howd you find out about that”

“Theres no shortage of people being thrown in here. They occasionally mention state affairs while theyre here, and they are literally cussing when they talk about her. I hear these things from others. Didnt you say there are innocents I wasnt sure if the accusations were true or not, but Im confident now. The officials brought here are all executed in less than three days, which is why, eh, wheres my wine cup Wh-when did you take my cup!”

“In other words… your Princess Consort decisively offs anyone who catches her. I hate to imagine how vicious she is when she gets angry.”

“If you offend her, you might as well consider yourself dead. I heard shes raising soldiers of her own that are superior to His Majestys guards. If she wants to kill you, she might just silence you in prison instead of scheduling your execution.”

“You mean… them” I pointed to the fifteen-odd warriors in black armour behind the guard.

The group encroached upon us slowly and precisely, blades ready to harvest.

“Tsk, tsk, your Princess Consort sure is quick. Shes already discerned Im special and wants to eliminate me.”

The guard tried to run, only to be kicked back to my cell, winding him in the process.

I had another drink: “Theyre pretty good. They could kill you with their first swing. The reason they kicked you over here is to kill you in front of my cell. That way, they can fabricate a scenario where I killed you, and then they can drag me out to butcher me under the guise of executing a prison breaker. Experienced and vicious. Seven out of ten from me.”

The terrified guard didnt hear anything I said. Instead, he frisked himself for a key. The guards only carried one key each, each key being for a different cell. They had no clue which key their cell was for, but who cared when their life was hanging by a thread Sadly for him, his key wouldnt fit no matter which way he tried to insert it.

“Youre pretty fast, bro, seeing that you realised you should release me first.”

The guard looked to his side and rubbed his eyes. “Wh-when did you get out”

“Man, I could crush your cheap iron rails with one hand.” I massaged my shoulders and continued, “Guess I wont be getting my farewell meal this time. Hey, bros, I hear your employer is gorgeous. Take me to her. I want to see how good she looks.” I waved two open hands about. “Im good with these.”

Note:

The poem at the start of the chapter is a parody (specifically the second part) of Yu Qians poem “Limestone”. The “I” is “pork shoulders”. Technically, the “limestone” word should be omitted or treated as “I”, but you wouldnt understand whats going on if I dont make it clear that were talking about limestone.

Farewell meals - Those on death row were served one final meal, reportedly more sumptuous than usual, before they were beheaded because they didnt want the dead starving on their journey to the other side.-

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