In the early morning, the criminal was brought forward with his feet off the ground and his eyes bulging like a fish. A group of people screamed and retreated, as if the pain of death was contagious with their gaze.
Bernard stared at the dead man with disgust. "It costs a lot to fool an idiot." His tone was full of reproach, "The Prime Minister will not be satisfied with this answer."
"Thurston? Of course he is satisfied. He is eager to tear up the Holly Agreement and take the entire territory of Saint Valoran into his pocket." After the prophecy came true, this group of nobles began to covet interests beyond their choice. "I'm considering changing the real people in the cabinet."
"Who would it be? Vogdal?"
Mike didn't answer. "Why are you suddenly concerned about government affairs?"
"The experiment is stopped. The old method is too difficult, and the new method needs inspiration. I should find something interesting to do. By the way, Veronka and the princess are married? It is said that they have never slept together since they got married. The marriage bed is brand new. Is it true or false?"
Who spread the rumor? Such words are detrimental to the image of the royal family. I will pluck out her tongue. Probably Veronca's mistress or Helen's maid, none of whom bothered to pay attention to such things. Damn it, why do I have to worry about their family affairs?
"I don't care. I'm not interested," Mike replied. "The trial has begun."
The flames engulfed the body, and the nature spirit curled, shattered, and turned to ashes like a true dead leaf. His guilt did not leave with him. Marandino was now in a state of jubilation, and everyone was celebrating the revenge of their late emperor. The judicial authorities thought they were reliable and cut off the fingers of the corpse before execution, thinking that people would not be able to tell whether the corpse was of a different race or the same kind. It's a good idea to cover up the situation, but forget it, Mike is not in the mood to care about more negative rumors. The opinions of the people don't matter anyway.
He was even more annoyed by people who were qualified to give opinions. Yesterday in the court, a cabinet minister proposed to disembowel the assassin as punishment. But what's the point of punishing a corpse? Mike couldn't understand. Since the captured assassin was already dead, the judicial authority had no choice but to hand him over to an astrologer, and the tower claimed that the assassin used black magic to commit the assassination, and asked the temple to hand over physical evidence for comparison.
After a lot of fussing and wasting two weeks, under the supervision of the judicial authority, two astrologers chattered and gave incomprehensible results using glass balls, and swore that the information obtained by "divination" was consistent with the witchcraft. Doll anastomosis. No one refuted them, who let the final interpretation of astrology rest with the tower.
"My cost is not drawn from the cabinet." Mike told Bernard, "Saint Valoran will give an explanation." Someone made a fuss about the Assassin's race in an attempt to change the Holly Agreement. He then followed suit and pinned the crime of murdering the late emperor on the forest race. Anyway, the nobles had heard about the conflict when the agreement was signed, and the people's hatred of the forest race had not subsided. They demanded to find the assassin who murdered the emperor, and the temple found their favorite candidate.
"What does our Legion Commander think?"
"He is not satisfied, but he can only accept it. Someone must pay the price for the death of His Majesty the Emperor. Is it possible for his subordinates to take the blame?" Veronca loved his Silver Song Knights even more than the wine cellar, and he could not admit it. Knights loyal to the emperor would sway into rebellion. "But he strongly opposed the green elf who wanted to accuse Saint Valoran. I think our legion leader likes the Blue Saint more than my sister."
"What about the result?" the wizard asked, "How will the cabinet decide?"
"The party that violated the peace agreement first bears the main responsibility." Mike replied, "They need to hand over the mastermind."
The crowd below the balcony gradually dispersed, leaving behind the lonely ashes in the execution ground. Somehow, the more he stared at the wreckage, the more strange he felt, until a strong wind blew away the traces.
"The mastermind?"
"The forest race will send their saint to make amends." Mike looked away. He is not worried that Cang Zhimen will resist. Oreinia only lost the emperor, not the army. What's more, the emperor's position will soon be filled by someone. This is the case in the empire, and Cang Zhisen is no exception.
"I want to start experiments again." The wizard commented on the cabinet's decision. "After you took that kid away, this is the first time I'm so enthusiastic. Maybe she will be the last map to complete the stability. Saint Valoran represents life, Your Majesty, she must know more about the origin than others. "
Mike did not want to interfere with Bernard's experiment, but he had to point out that once the saint was killed in the imperial capital, the real forest race resistance would immediately break the agreement. Although the Silver Song Knight can bulldoze the forest again, Mike cannot guarantee that Veronka will obey his words. Compared to the stubborn and self-contained Cangzhimen, Knight Commander Silver Song is more interested in Alanwo in the south.
But if Bernard was dissatisfied with the restrictions, he didn't show it to Mike. Veronca can be regarded as an ally that Mike actively seeks out, while Bernard Sterling is the only person he can call a friend. Their common interests further strengthen their alliance due to the presence of Prime Minister Thurston, but this does not mean that they will not have differences.
Mike thought about it for a while, "The astrologer once applied to me to send a messenger to Blackwood County to deal with the rebellious associations. Those rioters came from Alanwo. You can take our guests there for a stroll, maybe There will be gains.”
"Really?" the wizard raised his eyebrows. "I think we are more likely to die on the road."
"Oh, you're going to use a puppet to go out?"
"It never hurts to be cautious." Bernard said plausibly, "I don't want to be stared at by the tower prophet all day long."
Wizards are always suspicious, and Mike doesn't think the prophet has time to keep an eye on him. The cabinet has been holding on to the prophecies all day long to accuse astrologers, trying to get more secrets about the future from them. And Selegon and his team will not surrender obediently. The drama of power struggle in the imperial capital has not yet ended. Mike learns that his younger brother has offered a generous reward to Sky Tower, hoping only to receive support. Completely wasted effort. He was looking forward to Selegon's expression after trying it.
"Joy will be your escort." Mike decided. It was impossible to hide his connection with Bernard from Veronca, but Mac did not want to leave the possibility of private communication between his two allies. "You should always believe in his ability."
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The wizard nodded and suddenly said: "He just proved it recently, right?"
"He's always been very measured."
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Uriel grabbed his shoulders, even though it was difficult. "What crime did this man commit?"
"Treason." Joey replied as he struggled and finally shook him off. "Give your sympathy to someone else, preacher. He doesn't need it."
"He's only nine years old. He's still a kid. Are you accusing him of treason?" It was a joke. "Does the Silver Song Knight's supreme honor come from children?"
Arguments in the streets gradually draw in spectators, dissatisfied with the executions just days before. The mentor glared at Uriel: "Go and explain to the judicial authority, go and explain to your church! I am performing my duties. Get out of here."
"Even if we let the gods decide." Uriel still did not give up. "Children of this age will be pardoned and released. I will never allow this to happen." Even in a dream.
The onlookers almost attracted the city guards, and the whispers gradually grew louder. The young criminal was horrified, holding his head and shivering. It was obvious that he was getting no help from the civilians watching the show. Joey stared at him for five seconds, and when Uriel thought they were going to fight again, he finally threw the sword back with a clang.
"Very good." The mentor said coldly, "Send him to the church. I want to see how the gods judge him."
Uriel originally believed that this was Joey's dream, and everything he experienced in it came from the memory of his mentor. Now he's not so sure. When he became a free man and became the Silver Song Knight of Aurenia, Joey seemed to have gone from one extreme to the other. Chaos and order, freedom to the point of prohibition. Uriel had to admit that the person in front of him was closer to the White Envoy he was familiar with in reality.
The Judgment Authority is strikingly similar to Gaia's Cathedral, with only slight differences in details. Only then did he remember that the Aurenia Empire worshiped three gods, not just Gaia or Lucia. Now the judicial body has been renamed the Holy Inquisition, which is probably an innovation of the Holy Glorious Council.
But the majesty of the temple is greater than that of the sanctuary. Even in the imperial city of Marandeno, which is lined with gorgeous buildings, the location of the judicial authority can stand out from the crowd. Uriel saw the majestic wall, the four-corner towers reaching into the sky, and the round castle sitting in the middle, as if the sky stretched out a chain to pull the sun down from the sky.
Flags flew from the dome. According to the outline of the coat of arms, it is not difficult to identify the shape of the silver lily of Gaia. The stars symbolizing Otto are set off against the embossed lines. The stamen in the center is like a blazing flame, corresponding to a shining golden and red star.
This dream is so much like reality, Uriel thought. There are still portraits from the Ancestors period in the tower, which Roma finally dug out from the pile of books. Except for the dust and the paw prints of the little lion, the rest of it was exactly the same as before. He also remembered that the painting was titled Dedicated to Evangeline.
Entering the temple, everything becomes lifelike. After all, the tribunal is not the church. The apprentice followed Joey up the steps, but the instructor slammed the door shut, leaving him disappointed at the door. He suspected that the other party did it on purpose. Fortunately, in the end, he wasn't just standing there alone. Joey pushed open the door and walked out, leaving the boy behind.
"Why aren't you allowed in?"
"rule."
"You didn't add any extravagance, right?" Although it was unlikely, Uriel still mentioned it. This Joey is different from the Bai Zhishi he is familiar with.
The instructor looked at him contemptuously and said, "No need."
"Can you be beheaded if you steal something?" If people catch a thief privately, someone may die. If the Silver Song Knight catches the thief, he can still save his life. The laws of the empire are not limited to the death penalty.
"No. This has nothing to do with theft."
"I do not understand."
"That's right." Joey snorted through the helmet, "You know shit."
Uriel felt that he could no longer continue the conversation.
