"You go first. I will take Dagumont with me later."
Xia Moge said briefly to the little boy, and then gave Shisot a sharp look.
A tongue of fire suddenly shot out from the surface of the fireball, barely licking the mouth officer's face - he shrank back greatly.
The Flame Druid did not let him go and stepped towards him.
Although she could be seen to be completely tense from her shoulders to her fingers, and there were beads of sweat on her nose, her posture remained elegant.
Salter retreated step by step, wiping the sweat from his forehead repeatedly with one hand. The distance between him and the big fire ball was significantly shortened.
The little boy tried to lift Ayalwota, but failed several times. He hurriedly tried to carry the Moon Druid on his back, but was bent down by the halfling's heavy body and could not move at all. They looked as fragile as cardboard, as if they would both be knocked down by the wind.
But the demographers and thugs had no time to take care of them. The format is too detrimental to them.
Chaka had fainted—or pretended to. Jianjian was thrown into the field, with shoe prints on his butt. There was no way to retreat here, and Ssolte was locked in a corner, with the Fire Druid's fireball still crackling in front of his face.
"No! Madam!"
Shisolte's face was flushed, and he leaned against the dusty courtyard wall, forcing a smile. The feathers on the beautiful hat whimpered and smoke began to rise. "We will definitely compensate you for your losses! Didn't we just say what we said...according to the king's law..."
"Haven't you seen what she wants to do? Mr. Salter..." Jianjian said impatiently.
"He disobeyed orders and killed your mongrel workers!"
Shisolte grabbed the sharp tip with one hand, bowed his body and said to Xia Moge, "I will punish him! This executioner will go to court! The charge is interfering with the autonomy of the reserve and damaging private property! And... disobeying orders from superiors! "
He secretly glanced at Ms. Tulip's face and hurriedly added, "No! It's better for him to be hanged directly! As long as you and the Chamber of Commerce are satisfied!"
"I haven't heard him let go yet." Xia Moge said slowly without moving his hands.
"He will!"
Shisolte was breathing heavily, holding on to the sweat-soaked skirt of his clothes with one hand, as if he was about to faint from heat stroke. "Come here, I have something to tell you, Jianjian! I order you to come here!"
He was talking to Jianjianfuer as if he wanted to eat his face.
Yicha listened intently - the content felt very tasteless to him.
But the mixed-race thug obviously didn't think so. His pupils shrank and turned into a vertical line.
"Stop it, mother-in-law," Ayalvota hissed.
The boy was weakly pushing his shoulder against one of his arms. The effects of Jianjian's beating and the nirvana potion provided by Ms. Tulip simultaneously showed results on Mingyue Druid's face - his entire face swelled to three times its original size, with an orange stain attached to the bruises.
Jianjian and Salter have finished talking.
He turned his head ninety degrees and looked at Xia Moge.
At that moment, everyone thought Jianjian was going to attack.
But he finally bent down deeply, exposing the back of his head, holding a slender cane in one hand and looking down at the ground.
"I'm so sorry. Madam."
Jianjian said in a tone that was unusually low for him, "I'm deeply sorry for your loss. I feel... deeply ashamed.
But to tell you the truth, this was just an accident - our work cannot always be smooth sailing, and moderate corporal punishment is completely legal and compliant..."
"There are no such rules in the Land of Moonfall." Xia Moge said coldly.
"certainly."
His pointed eyes never blinked, staring intently at a small piece of mud on the ground. "As I said, the entire responsibility for this accident lies with me."
Xia Moge snorted.
"Of course you may not believe it, dear lady. After all, you saw such a scene as soon as you came. It is too terrible for those beautiful eyes."
Jianjian raised his head. "To show my remorse, to demonstrate the qualities of a public servant in Poch, and to ask for your forgiveness, you can chop off my hands."
Xia Moge couldn't control his expression and raised his brows.
"Cut off your hands?"
"Cut off his hands." Stewart wiped his sweat vigorously.
"Or burn it. That's fair." Jianjian said indifferently.
He raised his arm and flicked it, and the thin cane was firmly planted on the ground in front of Xia Moge. He spread out his empty palms, took a step back, and then stretched his two arms forward, making a gesture of surrender.
Xia Moge didn't answer.
But her eyes betrayed her. She didn't expect things to turn out this way.
Her actions showed her attitude. The fireballs as bright as the sun in her two palms were suddenly withdrawn. The orange gloves were already a little black, like roasted bergamot oranges.
The temperature began to drop, and the hottest and most stressful afternoon was over. Stewart breathed a sigh of relief.
Things have become complicated again. Yi Cha thought.
The Flame Druid had the upper hand, but was unwilling to cash in on its advantage. The muddled Druid creed came into play again.
"It is impossible for an existence to miss the mark twice."
This quote from Talliqi seems a fitting subtitle for a study of Druid observation.
He couldn't leave, because the minds of Kezier and Nesse seemed to be deeply entangled in it - as if he was watching them in the theater ordering a program that was not good to watch - although the seats were good, the snacks were terrible - - Its name is "Air" - The other two guys watched the show with gusto, and even grabbed his arms to wipe away tears when they were excited, so he had no choice but to finish watching.
Hybrids and druids…
What a bad vacation. he thinks.
Xia Moge pulled out the cane stuck in the ground and looked at its sharp end - the slender metal cane was undoubtedly a sharp tool for poking, and it was only used for poking.
"It won't work," she said oddly.
"Let's think of a way."
Jianjian kept his hands raised and raised his face with a cold smile, "You will have a way. This beautiful lady. Your heart is so noble, and you will seek justice for an ordinary mixed-race worker. You will have a way to punish him. Of a man who made a mistake..."
"Of course I do." Xia Moge interrupted him sharply.
She raised her cane, placed the sharp end on the opponent's right hand, and then stabbed forward slightly, piercing the mouth of the hybrid thug, and a stream of blood flowed down.
She thrust forward again, and the tip of the stick pierced the tiger's mouth and penetrated into the pointed palm.
Jianjian winced slightly.
"Ah. It hurts," he said.
"Do you regret it?" Xia Moge frowned warily.
"No, how could that happen?" Jianjian squinted at her - cat-like eyes. "Now I feel like I deserve it even more. That's how it feels to know that there's nothing you can do, that you're powerless.
No. I understand it better now. Why are you so angry at me.
Because I did cause a lot of trauma. This trauma cannot be repaired on the grounds of official duties. "
"You don't respect life enough." Xia Moge said.
"I don't respect life enough." Jianjian repeated, "You are right. Beautiful lady." He tilted his head and smiled. "We all have the same life."
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