kingnovel Chapter 394 Unjust Act
Chapter 394 Unjust Act
Neville held the now empty plate in his hand and looked at the other prisoners in the cell.
It was obvious that even if he successfully distributed all the food, it still would not be enough. How could two people's food feed dozens or hundreds of hungry mouths?
"Then what else do you want me to do?!" Neville seemed a little irritated and frustrated by Howard's endless questions: "I have already distributed all the food, and there is not enough food! What else can I do? What do I need to do to satisfy you?!"
Howard yawned. "Why do you want to satisfy me? Are you doing this just for show?"
After saying that, Howard fell back onto the bed, his back facing Neville.
But Neville still refused to give up. He grabbed the railing and shouted to Howard:
"You just stood there watching without contributing anything. What qualifications do you have to point fingers?"
Howard didn't open his eyes or look back, but replied lazily:
"I'm just stating a fact. Besides, Master Neville, half of the food you shared out is mine."
A handful of cold water was poured on his head, and Neville's arrogance instantly subsided a lot.
But he still stubbornly shouted:
"What about you? I at least tried my best. If it were you, what would you do?"
"I have no choice." Howard said, "But Master Neville, you haven't tried your best as you said."
"Then tell me! What haven't I done? What haven't I done? If our identities were switched, what would you do? Tell me!" Neville kept shaking the cell that held him and shouted at Howard.
But Howard remained indifferent.
"You want me to beg you, right?" Neville continued, "Well, then, I beg you, the great messenger of Ms. Irene, please give me some instructions and tell me what I should do? How can I be considered to have done my best as you said?"
Obviously, this guy believed that what Howard said just now was just empty talk, so he dared to pursue him so closely.
Howard still didn't want to pay attention to him, but he seemed to be arguing with Howard and the argument was endless.
Finally, perhaps because he was moved by Neville or because he was annoyed by Neville, Howard turned over and faced him:
"You really want to know?"
Neville: "Of course, please tell me."
Howard: "I told you, you might not be willing to do this, are you sure?"
Neville: "I'm sure, as long as this method works, even if I die, I won't complain at all."
"Okay then." Howard had a faint, playful smile on his face. "Why don't you take a look at what's on that lasso you made?"
Neville picked up the simple lasso that he had thrown aside with suspicion. He made this lasso out of rags. There was nothing special about it except the ring at the end that served as a counterweight.
Wait…a ring?
Neville pulled the ring off the cloth. It was an opal ring set in a platinum base, one of the few decorations on his body.
This ring alone is enough to buy an apartment in the most prosperous area of Shangchao.
"If you sell this ring, the food you get in return will be enough to feed all the prisoners in this dungeon for ten years," said Howard.
"That's easy to say." Neville sneered: "But in our current situation, who can I sell him to?"
"You are a child of the Gunther family. This is the Gunther family's dungeon. You ask me?"
Howard's words stunned Neville. The ring in his hand seemed to suddenly become extremely hot.
That was what he had been avoiding, what he had been unwilling to face and admit, the blood flowing in his body, the dirty blood of those who had signed a pact with the devil, his origin, his family, his surname.
Howard didn't force him any further. He just said something calmly and turned his head back to sleep.
"Master Neville, in order to save these prisoners from starvation, you are willing to starve yourself, cooperate with those who betrayed you, and even die for them. Now, are you willing to throw away your self-respect and conscience for them?"
Howard's words stumped Neville. He sat back on the bed, looking a little dazed, grabbing his hair and lost in thought.
Although Howard closed his eyes, he was not actually sleepy at all.
Aren't the questions he asked Neville the same questions that troubled him?
If you are willing to die for justice, are you willing to do unjust things for justice?
In real human history, this is almost an unsolvable problem.
It's funny to say that in the original world, Howard was not worthy of discussing this issue. At most, he would think about it when he was thinking about the meaning of life and the universe late at night. But in this world, although it may be suspected of self-aggrandizement, it seems that Howard's thinking about this issue is not completely meaningless.
After thinking for a long time, Neville finally gave his answer.
He got up from his bed, stood at the cell door, and knocked hard on it with his copper cup, shouting:
"Warden! Warden! I want to see the warden!"
At the specific request of the descendants of the Gunther family, the warden soon arrived in front of the cell where Neville was imprisoned. The warden of this dungeon was a fat man. Most of his body had been transformed into machinery, but the fat still protruded from the cracks in the mechanical structure, like a broken can that was inflated and about to burst at any time.
Due to Neville's identity, the warden looked a little unhappy, but he still asked politely: "Master Gunther, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"I want you to distribute enough extra food to all the people imprisoned here." Neville said in a commanding tone.
Hearing this ridiculous request, the warden said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Master Gunther... this is against the rules..."
But Neville reached out from the gap, grabbed the warden's tie, pulled him in front of him and said:
"So you know I'm a descendant of the Gunther family. Let me tell you, my name is Neville Gunther, and my father is Tyler Gunther, your master! I'm my father's favorite child. Do you think I'll stay in this shabby prison forever? Huh?!"
The warden certainly didn't dare to contradict Neville, so he could only apologize repeatedly: "Of course not! Of course not!"
"Then do as I say!" After hearing this, Neville let go of the warden and threw his ring to him:
"This stuff is enough to cover your salary for ten years. Use it to buy food! You can keep half of the money." Neville said: "If father really pursues this matter, I will bear it. Do you understand?"
The warden agreed repeatedly, and finally withdrew respectfully with Neville's ring in his hands.
Neville didn't know what Howard was thinking, but at least this time, he made his own choice.