Heavy 3.2-B letter: Drunkards and hooligans

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Respectfully Elders,

I'm writing this to you in prison.

They confiscated all my belongings, except for the magic letters, which were supposed to be confiscated, but when the guards heard that it was addressed to you, their hands shrank back as if they were burned. He also brought me a small wooden table with half a candle attached.

I doubt it

If I hadn't moved your name out soon, I would have died a long time ago. Even though I had a long wound in my back that almost exposed my spine, they only gave me ......

It just stopped the bleeding.

Dirty bandages may have infected my wounds and left me disabled.

I know that the guards will check the contents of this letter before I burn it and deliver it to you. Fuck it, who cares!

I was wronged!

This is an unjust prison! Even if you peek at my letter to the elder, how many times will I not admit that I touched that ugly girl with a middle-aged mantle in broad daylight on the street! I haven't touched her at all, except for a shoulder touch!

I am very weak now......

The pain in my back was so hot and scorching that I was a little worried about whether I would be able to get out alive...... I guess I can. The crime was nothing more than molesting a woman from a good family, but I definitely didn't do that.

There are also drunken brawls.

Where to start, alas.

I threw money around, hired someone to start renovating the staff dormitory, and all the money was reimbursed by the council anyway. I thought the receptionist would be happy, but she just said to me, "Well, thank you. She seemed to think that it would be better to build a bathroom and save herself from going to a dirty public bathhouse with nearly 100 people at a time. I'm looking out for her safety, damn it!

The two rookies successfully completed the task of eliminating the 3 rat men, and brought the warriors and wanderers who were also rookies, and officially registered the fixed team...... What is it called "Silver Crown"? Let them be, I've got my own troubles.

The trouble is noon today,

I had just had a glass of wine at the Dragon Pavilion when I was troubled by two drunks. After the fact, it should be a level 4 barbarian and a level 4 mage, a weird combination.

I killed them both,

But he was also seriously injured - he was slashed in the back, extending from his shoulder to his crotch. Fortunately, the wound was shallow, and I didn't die, which is a miracle.

I was just about to say that I was so lucky, but I was slapped in the face in half a second. I dragged my bloody rag-like body into the panicked crowd and left the "Dragon Pavilion", bleeding profusely and feeling like I was going to faint at any moment.

So he reached out and helped a strange woman passing by.

I, almost fainted, and she was just held down by my shoulder. "Rascal——!" I really don't know, a woman's shoulder can't be touched casually. Doesn't she have the slightest hint of compassion?

Wouldn't the guards who rushed to the scene of the battle use their brains to restore the course of the case according to the scene of the battle?

Am I covered in blood and not worthy of a priest?

Is it really that important to make sure I'm drinking?

That woman is so trustworthy to cry and complain?

In the end, how did I get drunk and take the initiative to find two level 4 troubles? How did I become a hooligan who was dying and didn't forget to tease others? How did I become a villain who deserved to lie in a pool of blood for more than half an hour and no one cared about him?

then

I chilled all over my body and saw my grandfather waving across the river. I was in a daze and reported your name, and it was only then that I finally got the "treatment of minor injuries" and the opportunity to write this letter.

excessive blood loss,

I really want to sleep now......

Finally, they asked me to pay 200 gold bail, and I only had 20. The loans in this neighborhood have interest, and they are not low. I asked the guards how many days they wanted to keep me in prison, but they only got an iron rod — luckily it was my left finger that was discounted.

The pain and weakness were indescribable, and I couldn't think about it...... What am I going to do?

A, borrow money to get out of prison

B, wait, it's impossible to go to jail all the time