In the next few days, Claude recovered quickly. The doctor named Perente was a very good pharmacist with a high level of treatment. Claude's injury improved day by day as he expected. On the fifth day, Dr. Perente examined Claude's body and believed that he could get out of bed and move around, but it would still take some time for him to fully recover.
Claude was a little strange. Didn't Dr. Perrente say at first that he would be well in just five or six days? Why did he now change his mind and say that he still needed to recuperate for a while? Bell poked his waist next to him and quietly said He scolded him: "You are stupid, man, why are you leaving the treatment center now, gathering and lining up and walking around all day like the new recruits? Staying here is much better than training on the playground. Listen to me, you can stay here." Stay as long as you want”
Claude suddenly understood, and then he immediately understood why Dr. Perrent said in front of Lieutenant Sdri of the Military Law Office that his injuries were just right and that he would need a period of maintenance before he could fully recover. Because the military judge, Lieutenant Sdri, came to the treatment center again to bring Claude and the veterans who were also being treated the punishment orders issued by the army for both parties involved in the cafeteria brawl.
Dr. Perrent was right. This time it was a fight again, with thirty blows each. Both Claude and the veterans who instigated the fight would be sentenced to three days of confinement. Of course, Claude's crime was that he struck too hard, while the veteran's crime was that he provoked a rebellion. At the same time, considering that both parties were injured due to the fight, the superiors very considerately decided to wait until their injuries were fully recovered before executing the punishment order.
To be honest, Dr. Perrente is a very easy person to get along with, and Claude knows this very well. In addition to spraying in front of himself from time to time some of the stupid policies he implemented, and inappropriate remarks such as thinking about things with his butt when dealing with things, he was indeed an angel in white robes to the sick and wounded. According to Claude, Dr. Perente is essentially an angry literary middle-aged man.
Judging from Dr. Perrent's personal experience, his life is actually very inspiring. Born into poverty, he got an opportunity to study at the Temple of War when he was young. Because of his hard work and diligence, he won the appreciation of an old pharmacist in the Temple of War and accepted him as a disciple. As an adult, he devoted himself to treating civilian diseases and gained a high reputation in his hometown. At the same time, he also attracted the jealousy of his peers. As a result, on his twenty-seventh birthday, he received a conscription order and became a pharmacist with the Blue Feather Legion.
A pharmacist with the army. Unlike the new recruits, he only needs to serve for ten years to obtain national status. Dr. Perente had been in the military camp for sixteen years. After his term of service expired, he was reluctant to leave the military camp. Even though he had obtained national status, he still stayed as an army pharmacist. In his words, it's easier to live in the military camp, you have free food and shelter, you don't have to buy clothes, and the salary is high, so there is no need to go back to your hometown and fight with your colleagues to get patients.
Claude stayed in the treatment center for another ten days, quarreling with Dr. Perrent in his spare time. After all, they were two people, so when they argued about certain topics, they were evenly matched. Dr. Perente regarded him as a confidant and believed that Claude had a very mature and thinking mind. Especially when Dr. Perrent discovered that Claude also had a solid basic knowledge of pharmacy, he even became interested in talents and considered whether he could let Claude stay in the treatment center as his assistant.
It's a pity that Claude came here to receive non-commissioned officer training, not the recruits who were recruited. There was nothing Dr. Perente could do. He had to try his best to extend the time Claude stayed in the treatment center. But no matter how long it is extended, Claude will always have to leave. On the fifteenth day after entering the treatment center, Lieutenant Sdri, the military judge, brought two military policemen. They wanted to escort Claude to carry out the punishment of three days of confinement. Order.
The confinement was on the other side of the playground. The four people walked through the huge playground, attracting countless attention. Now there are veterans training on one side of the playground, and recruits undergoing training on the other side. More than 800 people are watching Claude and the other four people walking through the middle of the playground.
The hill military camp was on a flat slope halfway up the mountain, and Claude discovered that the confinement was on a rocky mountain wall. It was a dark cave entrance with two military policemen on duty standing at the entrance. After entering the cave, there is a very long corridor inside. There are torches inserted every ten meters on the cave wall. The dim firelight makes the cave appear deep and silent.
Lieutenant Sdri led Claude to the end of the tunnel, which was another dark-looking tunnel. It was not long, only ten or twenty meters, but there were more than a dozen thick doors on one wall of the tunnel. Small iron gate.
Lieutenant Sdri opened a small iron door, raised his chin, and motioned for Claude to enter. It was just dark inside the small iron gate, and nothing could be seen clearly. A military policeman took down a torch from the cave wall, reached into the small iron door, and said impatiently: "Hurry in."
Only then did Claude see that there was a very narrow small room inside the small iron door, with three stone steps. The small room inside was about 1.6 meters long and 1.4 meters wide, and it was more than three or four meters high. There was an uncovered wooden toilet on the edge of the three stone steps. This was his convenient place for three days.
As soon as he entered this small room, the small iron door behind him was closed, and the room fell into darkness again. After staying for a while, a little light finally came out from the top of my head. When I looked up, it turned out that there was a small ventilation window above, only the size of two palms, with two iron rods standing on it. This was probably carved out of the thick stone wall. The outside sky reflected through the stone wall brought a little hazy light to the small room, and the general outline of the room could be vaguely distinguished.
The room is small and can only be used for sitting, with no place to lie down. It's about 1.6 meters long, and I can't even straighten my feet. Even if I move the wooden toilet next to the stone steps, it's long enough, but it makes it even more uncomfortable to stretch my feet there. Because the width of the room is only 1.4 meters, if the toilet is not placed there, it is equivalent to sleeping with the toilet in it.
The narrow room gives people a very depressing feeling, and the height is more than three or four meters, which makes people feel particularly lonely. No wonder Dr. Perrent said that the soldier who committed the crime would rather receive thirty lashes than be imprisoned for three days. This place is indeed not for humans. Unless they are very nervous or idiots, it is easy for normal people to develop mental or psychological problems if they are locked up in such a place for a long time.
There were footsteps outside again, and Claude found that he was particularly sensitive to footsteps on the corridor outside in the small room. The footsteps stopped at the small iron door. With a harsh "creak" sound, the iron door was opened. The light of the torch was projected into the small room, reflecting strange and blurred colors on the stone wall.
A rough voice rang out: "You, come here, take this blanket and straw paper. In addition, twice a day, the meals will be delivered from under the iron door. After you finish eating, the tableware will be sent out from under the iron door." , Do you understand?"
Claude walked over silently and took the blanket and a dozen pieces of tissue paper from the gendarme's hands. The small iron door was closed again, and the room fell into darkness again.
Claude leaned against the cold stone wall and closed his eyes. For other soldiers, confinement may be a very terrible punishment, but for him, it is not a punishment, but a reward. It was here that he could practice meditation without worrying about being disturbed.
The second hexagram structure in the spiritual space has so far gathered less than half of the magic power converted by the photons of the second element. The time required to fill the entire internal space of the hexagram is still far away. I don’t know when I will be promoted. He is a second-level rune mage.
After practicing meditation, Claude once again heard footsteps coming from the corridor, and even the whispers of two military policemen. They were betting on whether Claude could climb out of the confinement room on his own after three days or whether they would need to go in and lift Claude out of it. Judging from their experience, soldiers who were locked up for the first time basically needed someone to enter the small room and drag them out after three days.
This time, the two gendarmes brought food to Claude. The food was very simple. It was just two slices of finger-thick black bread on a wooden plate, and water in a wooden cup. There were no forks and rice spoons. It seems that they were worried that these tableware would be ground into murder weapons in the hands of the soldiers who were detained, and some unpredictable accidents would happen.
There is a movable window about one foot long and eleven or two centimeters high below the small iron door, which is just enough for wooden plates and wooden cups to be brought in and placed on the first step. Claude stood up and went over, took out the pieces of black bread, then picked up the glass of water, quickly stuffed them into his stomach, and then pushed the wooden plate and wooden cup out of the movable window under the iron door. What he needs now is purity, and he doesn't want anyone to disturb his cultivation.
In the afternoon, Claude continued to practice meditation. After practicing twice, he began to experiment with the spells he knew. Except for the seven basic spells engraved on the hexagram in the mental space, the rest of the spells are all cast by drawing magic talisman arrays out of thin air. Because he left home to join the army this time, he also left his magic book to his sister Anna. After all, there are many people in the military camp, and it is not safe to carry the magic book with him. He cannot let others discover that he is actually a magician.
Claude's sensitive hearing allowed him to discover that he was the only resident in the dozen or so confinement rooms in the corridor, and the military police outside would not come to patrol without incident. So he was confident and bold enough to practice the proficiency of those spells in the confinement room. He even placed a Pearl of Light spell in the confinement room, which illuminated the confinement room with white light and unusual brightness.
After exhausting his own magic power, Claude began to practice meditation again. In the evening, the military police still brought two slices of black bread and a glass of water. They began to feel strange that the solitary recruit seemed too calm and completely different from the usual solitary soldiers. You must know that usually the soldiers who were in solitary confinement would cry and cry after being alone in the solitary room for a whole day. Most of them would be lying next to the iron gate, waiting for the military police who delivered the food to talk to them. A few words, even if you are scolded bloody, you will still enjoy it
It's probably because the time is too short and I haven't understood the horror of the solitary room. Maybe after one night, I will be like the soldiers who were solitary in the past, and I will probably start crying tomorrow. With this thought in mind, the military police packed up the tableware sent by Claude and left.
Claude continued to practice meditation. The only disadvantage was that practicing too much meditation was very invigorating. Claude used his feet to support the rock walls on both sides of the room, slowly moved up, and rose to the vent above. He took a few deep breaths of the fresh air that came in, and then grabbed the two holes in the vent with both hands. He picked up an iron railing and started doing pull-ups.
After exercising for a while, I jumped down again and did push-ups with my hands on the stone steps. After he was exhausted, Claude half leaned against the rock wall, straightened his legs, covered himself with a blanket, and fell asleep.
When I woke up in the morning, I felt a little uncomfortable because I was half-lying and half-sleeping. Claude exercised for a long time before getting rid of the pain in his back and shoulders, and continued to practice meditation.
Three days passed by in a flash, and finally there were footsteps again on the corridor. This time there was one more person. It was obvious that the time for confinement had come.
"Creaking" the small iron door made a creepy sound as it was opened, and the light of the torch was shaking. A military policeman came in to see Claude's condition, but saw Claude standing up leaning on the rock wall, and asked in a steady voice: "Is the time up?"
Not only two gendarmes were speechless and dumbfounded, but even Lieutenant Sdri was shocked. He took a torch and reached into the small room and looked around. After finding nothing unusual, he stared at Claude suspiciously: "How did you spend these three days?"
"How do you live?" Claude shrugged: "Just lean there, eat and sleep, and eat when you wake up. It's very clean and leisurely here, it's a good place."