The words mixed with laughter sounded sharp as if wailing in her ears. Agnes looked at the woman covered in blood in front of her and couldn't help but sigh.
She stretched out her hand, one hand hit the woman on the back of the head as she subconsciously dodged, and the other hand quickly grabbed the woman's body that was about to fall.
"Nightingale." Agnes called helplessly.
"Madam," vague ripples spread, Nightingale stretched out her hand and took the woman's body from Agnes, "Do you want to take her with you?"
Agnes nodded slightly, her eyes swept across the dark red flowers in her hand, which became increasingly brighter, and she couldn't help but sigh.
"Although my original idea was to kill her...or do what I did to Lunn..." Agnes looked at the woman's flat belly and couldn't help but sigh again. , "But if you add another life that has not yet come to this world..."
"Are you feeling pity?" Nightingale asked aloud.
Agnes was silent for a while, and then couldn't help but sigh again.
"No..." Agnes shook her head, "It's just...no need."
Agnes stopped the topic without hesitation and asked instead: "Where is the gentleman with the 'Wolf Snow' in his hand now?"
"He and his companions left Bayam City when...those curses began, and are now taking a boat to Oravi Island." Nightingale replied.
"Olavi Island?" Agnes raised her eyebrows slightly, "He is heading east..."
Agnes glanced at the woman in Nightingale's arms and said softly: "We will go there too."
...
"I don't want to lie or deceive. I admit that I took 63 pounds of potatoes, but that was just because of poverty." The ragged man stared closely at the young judge sitting on it and said loudly.
"Mr. Brand hired me who was expelled from the guild and gave me a new job. I am very grateful to him," the man said loudly, "but my wife, my son, and my daughter can no longer Wait no more!"
The man leaned forward excitedly, causing the chains on his body to rattle.
"Are you willing to reconcile with him?" the young prosecutor asked, looking at the businessman aside.
"I don't want to." The businessman shook his head almost without hesitation, glanced at the man and said.
"If I don't steal, they will die soon! Do I want to watch them die?"
The guard on the side stepped forward and pulled back the man who almost threw himself forward, leaving white marks on the man's somewhat dark limbs.
The young prosecutor looked at the somewhat chaotic situation below in a daze for a moment, then came back to his senses and knocked on the table lightly before anyone else noticed.
"The facts of William Delson's theft of potatoes are clear, and the evidence is indeed sufficient. He was convicted of the crime of theft. In accordance with the Public Security Act of the Kingdom of Feneport, William Delson was sentenced to enter the Correctional Institution to do hard labor for one month and return the stolen proceeds.... ..”
The sound of a cone was struck, and the young prosecutor saw the struggling man stop his movements, look at himself, and then bowed and saluted.
"How does it feel to be in court for the first time?" Lord Bartley looked at the brown-haired, blue-eyed young man in his twenties and asked with a smile, "Prosecutor Pagani."
"Honestly, it's not very good, Archon Bartlet," the young prosecutor showed a wry smile and shook his head helplessly, "The first case made me hesitate."
"The theft of 63 pounds of potatoes?" Lord Bartley raised his eyebrows and asked, "Because of insufficient evidence, or because..."
"No, it's not that." The young prosecutor shook his head. "It's because that man's background brought back some memories for me."
Lord Bartley said nothing, but looked at the young prosecutor.
“When I was helping my father abolish the guild system,” the young prosecutor said softly with a look of reminiscence, “someone once told me some ways to break up the guilds and establish a labor organization that organized the guild workers. , buying off the craftsmen of the guild through some interests outside the guild, and building momentum for the abolition of the guild through newspapers, rumors and even citizen protests."
"The actual implementation... focuses on the latter two methods." Lord Bartley said in a positive tone.
"Yes," the young prosecutor nodded, "the first method did not work very well due to many factors."
He seemed to be thinking about something, and said in a very soft voice: "There was great resistance, and my father almost gave up on this part completely."
Lord Bartley chuckled inexplicably and asked, "I'm a little curious about the person who told you these methods."
The young prosecutor did not speak. With the help of the waiter, he took off the cloak from his shoulders and put his cane aside.
"She has left Fenebaud." The young prosecutor said calmly, his eyes looking at the guitar that was carefully placed on the closet, his expression a little complicated.
Lord Bartley followed the young prosecutor and asked, as if out of curiosity: "What musical instrument is this?"
The young prosecutor withdrew his gaze and said softly: "Guitar."
"These cases we encountered in court today," the young prosecutor changed the subject and said with a bit of ridicule, "I suspect that many of them were 'carefully selected' by people from those families."
"'Treason', 'felony', 'misdemeanor'," the young prosecutor's sneer was barely concealed. "They chose me for counterfeit currency cases, wife killing husband cases, suicide cases, rape cases, robberies and thefts,"
"The case is really being picked in accordance with the Public Security Law." The young prosecutor said directly.
"They are judging your tendency through your judgments in these cases," Lord Bartley said with a smile. "Just like your judgment on this theft case, compared with the judgments of the previous quarterly courts, what you have done is The sentence you received is undoubtedly much lighter, and they can also know your attitude - you are not the kind of person who will use everything you have to uphold the law."
"I just feel that so many and such widespread behaviors need to be punished with the loss of life..." The young prosecutor paused for a long time before continuing: "Let citizens steal at least 5 lire of property and they will be sentenced. The death penalty is our problem."
Lord Bartley stared closely at the gray-blue eyes of the young prosecutor, and nodded after a long time.
"I'm glad you say that," he said to the young prosecutor with a slight smile, "Mr. Pagani."
