"So you're here to investigate the families of the heretics, to see if the heretics might rise again, huh? Not a bad move, but…"
After hearing their mission from the captain, Hilia understood, but when she looked over at the still-seated sheriff and the two elderly grandparents, her brows furrowed.
"Why did these two friends say their son was arrested and they had to pay a fine and bail?"
The captain was stunned. "That happened?"
He looked at the two sheriffs.
"You took their money?"
The one who was standing lowered his head. "We took 12 Silver Coins."
The captain looked at Hilia and ordered, "You want these two old folks to starve? Give it back to them now."
"Yes, sir."
Unwillingly, the sheriff took out the Silver Coins and returned them to the two elders.
The two elders bowed repeatedly in gratitude.
The old man looked at Hilia and the captain, hesitated, but couldn't help asking, "Sirs, my boy… is he in prison, or is he dead?"
