Hail Lord Vinsion!

Chapter 9

After some time of extensive renovations transforming the dungeon cell into a luxurious five-star-style room, Joel approached Rael.

The chief of police reported, “My Lord, the renovation of your chamber will soon be completed.”

“I’ve ensured that your new bed is incredibly comfortable and excellent for your back health.”

He gave a faint smile. 

Deep down, Joel hoped that this small gesture he had done for Rael would make his stay in the dungeon a bit more comfortable.

Rael nodded. 

“You’ve worked too hard, Mr. Myers.”

Joel quickly shook his head. 

“Not at all, My Lord. It’s nothing.”

“In fact, I still regret that I couldn’t get you out of the dungeon and provide you with a better place to stay.”

Rael smiled. 

“I appreciate your efforts, Mr. Myers.”

“I’ve already told you, haven’t I? I can sleep anywhere.”

Rael added, “For me, what matters most is that I can enjoy my sleep without any disturbances.”

“You must know about my dedication when I started rebuilding Noorhaven, don’t you?”

Joel immediately nodded. 

“Yes, My Lord. I could never forget.”

Rael spoke casually, as if it was nothing burdensome. 

“The days when I worked tirelessly day and night, sacrificing my sleep, are behind me now.”

Rael patted Joel’s shoulder, surprising the man. 

“That’s why now is the perfect time for me to rest and enjoy my days in leisure.”

Joel was taken aback. 

Deep inside, he felt great admiration for the talented young man standing before him, yet he also couldn’t help but feel pity.

'Rael had done so much for Noorhaven.'

'And yet, he’d been treated so poorly by that wretched old governor.'

'This was utterly unfair!'

Joel clenched both fists tightly before marching toward the workers busy in Rael’s cell.

“Work faster! Lord Vinsion needs to rest soon!”

The workers responded in unison, “Understood, Sir.”

Once the iron bars were reinstalled, Joel gave another order. 

“Hang luxurious curtains so those bars don’t ruin Lord Vinsion’s view!”

The workers nodded obediently and promptly carried out Joel’s instructions.

Moreover, Joel had also instructed the workers to install air conditioning, a room heater, a water heater, and brighter lights than before.

Joel wrinkled his nose in disgust as he approached the bathroom with its grimy walls and the sharp stench of urine.

“This bathroom is revolting. Completely unfit for Lord Vinsion.”

Joel barked another command, “Fix it immediately!”

“Don’t forget to install a marble bathtub and a water heater!”

The workers could only nod and carry out all of Joel’s orders.

Deep down, they were puzzled by the chief of police’s uncharacteristically excessive behavior.

Nevertheless, they remained compliant and followed all of his instructions.

Meanwhile, in the other cells, curious whispers filled the air as prisoners speculated about the unusual activity.

“The noise next door is unbearable. I heard they’re doing some massive renovations.”

“Yeah, I heard the same. But isn’t this strange?”

“You’re right. Such special treatment is unprecedented for any prisoner in Noorhaven throughout the state’s history.”

“Now I’m curious. Who could be the one getting such a special cell?”

“Could it be a relative of a Noorhaven official or someone from a wealthy family who paid a huge sum to the police?”

“Fool. Do you think Mr. Myers is someone who can be bribed?”

“You’re right. I don’t think Mr. Myers would ever take a bribe.”

"Then, who is this person? Are they someone incredibly important, and influential?"

"But if that’s true, why did they end up in the dungeon?"

The prisoners continued speculating, trying to uncover what was happening in the fully renovated cell and who would occupy it.

After Rael’s cell was finally completed, Joel immediately made a phone call to Lieutenant Governor Damarion.

It didn’t take long for the call to connect.

Joel quickly asked, "Mr. Travis, what’s Governor Oberon’s response?"

"Do you bring good news?"

Damarion shook his head in frustration and replied bitterly. 

"It’s bad. That old bastard insists on keeping Lord Vinsion imprisoned."

He continued, "I suspect it’s because they’ve arranged a marriage alliance with Mathis Huber’s family from the capital."

Joel’s hand gripped the smartphone tightly, as though he wanted to crush the device in his hand.

His chest felt like it was about to explode as he restrained the curses boiling inside him. 

"Damn it!"

Like Damarion, Joel was seething. 

"Does that old man have no brains?"

"Does he really think that Huber guy is equal to Lord Vinsion?"

"He’s completely outrageous and blind!"

"I’m certain that Huber guy isn’t even worth one percent of Lord Vinsion’s abilities!"

"They’re on entirely different levels!"

Joel felt his anger boiling over. 

Remembering the strength of the Lord of the Scorpion at the border only made his fury intensify.

That night, Joel tried to close his eyes and get some rest.

Unfortunately, no matter how many times he changed locations or adjusted his sleeping position, his eyes refused to shut.

"Damn it! Truly unfortunate!"

"Noorhaven is truly cursed with bad luck!"

Joel's heart burned with anger and despair over their governor's foolish decision.