After leaving McClass, Gullion quickly walked out the door and caught up with the chief judge who had previously announced an adjournment.
Seeing the fierce expression, the other four judges next to him quickly left with tactfulness.
They could guess some of the reasons, but they didn't want to mix them up.
When the four people walked away, Gulion stared at the judge's eyes and gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.
What do you mean!
The old man raised his turbid pupils.
Perhaps because he was old, he didn't have much fear in his eyes. He just stared at Gulion and then said in a slow and firm voice.
General Gulyon, I am just a colonial judge, not your soldier, and I have no reason to explain my work to you.If you are not satisfied with my ruling, you can file a complaint with Triumph City and let them change to a more professional judge.
In the Legion, justice has a certain degree of independence.It neither belongs to the military system nor the civilian system, but to the supervision system of the Imperial Guards.
That is, be directly responsible to the marshal.
It was only because the marshal and the Imperial Guard did not interfere in the specific affairs of the army, but only exercised supervision power, and loyalty was an important assessment factor, the Imperial Guard did not develop into a factional interest group.
The reason for such a design has a certain connection with the formation of the Legion system.
After all, the early legions were all soldiers and the families of soldiers, and there were no other professionals.After the court completed the trial, it was basically handed over to the Imperial Guards to arrest people, and the arrests were all soldiers.
This is like the guards of the alliance. In the early days, the base was guarding the gate. Later, with more people, it gradually developed into a police agency, divided various departments, and split the guards.
However, although the Imperial Guards of the Legion did not develop into an interest group similar to the Southern Legion and the Civil Affairs Group, people have their own interests.
After all, not everyone is as glorious and loyal as the guards.
In addition, as the scale of the legion expanded, more and more settlements and colonies were developed, and the business scope of the legion's judicial system was no longer limited to core settlements such as Triumph City. A large number of positions were released with the expansion of territory.
For the sake of personal career, some judges usually choose other interest groups to cling to each other, leave the narrow path to Triumph City, and go to the colony to develop their own careers.
The local legions did not monopolize the judicial power on their territory, so they were happy to cooperate with these judges from Triumph City to reach some exchange of interests.
In a sense, this is also one of the reasons why the law changes its flavor after it comes out of Triumph City.
One of the most typical examples is the bill on protecting slave-related rights.
This bill has never been implemented outside Triumph City, and the farther it is, the less efficient it is to be implemented.
The same is true now.
Gulyon promised him that as long as he listened to him, he would help him become the Supreme Court of all the colonies of the entire Bharat Province.
To be honest, this proposal is very tempting, even though the Southern Legion only controls half of Xifan Port at the moment.
However, any transaction requires an equivalent exchange.
Compared to the title of a justice, the price he has to pay for it is too expensive.
Looking at the judge who turned against him, Gulion's eyes narrowed slightly.
That's not what you said before.
The judge also responded without hesitation.
You have never said that the water behind this case is so deep!
Gulion's expression froze.
Seeing that he couldn't speak, the judge knew that he had guessed again, so he laughed and said.
General Gulyon, I don’t care about the grudges between you internally or externally, and I don’t mind providing you with some small help in judicial practice.
However, you want me to be a sinner in history for you, let my son laugh at me, let my wife look down on me, let my neighbors laugh at me, let me pay my career and even everything for your conspiracy... I am sorry, you are not that big face yet.
Gulion's face turned red in anger and he stared at the old man tightly.
However, the old man just nodded slightly and then left the corridor.
It was at this moment that an officer walked to General Gulyon and whispered in a low voice.
General, Akba, the prince of Xilan Empire, has arrived, and now he is in the military camp... Should he let him come here or let him wait there?
Ignore him and let him go for two days first.
Gulion stared at the judge's back fiercely, cursed the old waste, and then turned his head and walked away.
……
On the other side, in the court where cheers and applause were resounding, the officers and soldiers of the Southern Legion had left the seat in a hurry and did not want to stay here for a moment.
Although the officers, including Ross, have a firm enough position, this does not mean that they will not feel any shame in their hearts.
The enthusiastic and excited citizens walked up after boiling applause and cheers, hugged the pangolins who walked off the dock, and patted his shoulder enthusiastically.
Good thing!brother!
Thank you for saving my wife and children.
I salute you!General!What we need is a soldier like you!
These miscellaneous things... have done so many dirty things behind them!
They don't want to cover the lid!
The warriors responded to people's enthusiasm and sootheed their emotions.
Unfortunately, the evidence we have is too thin to convict one person or a group of people by suspicion alone.But I promise you that I will not give up the appeal, nor will I and the people behind me... There must be an explanation for the three thousand lives. Whether it is the arson, the instigation, or the person who handed over the torch, they will eventually be judged by justice!
Although he knew in his heart that what he said was more like a cake that smelled fragrant, he also believed that as long as he did not give up on the pursuit of the truth, the truth would one day come to light.
And justice will make sense.
Through the crowded crowd, he saw Panny staring at him with tears.
That was tears of excitement.
He could even imagine how worried she was before.
She didn't wait too long.
The warrior squeezed out of the crowd and walked up to give her a big hug.
What I want to do is taken first.
Panni suddenly felt a little embarrassed to be seen through, and two red clouds rose on her cheeks.
Especially the eyes around her were focusing here, and the blessings in her eyes made her speech even more ashamed.
but.
Her personality was quite generous, so she quickly raised her head and looked at those eyes.
You told me before that my battlefield is in Triumph City, and I have to correct your statement.
She stretched out her soft index finger and gently straightened his collar.
The clear eyes were so firm that the battle atmosphere group watching her couldn't help but hold their breath.
...This is our war.
Whether it is Triumph City or Xifan Port, I will stand side by side with you.
Don’t think of leaving me alone, let alone carrying all the troubles on your shoulders!
……
The noisy court finally ended, and people left the jury table with satisfaction, and after everyone left, several local workers also walked in with garbage bags and brooms.
They waited aside for a long time, and finally finished the boring trial.
To be honest, the Willant people have many tricks, both from the court and the post office, which really opened their eyes to the world.
The only drawback is that these big-nosed people are not very smart and can't do anything.
In their opinion, the judge was really amateur, and not majestic enough, far inferior to Xilan's nobles, and even less than the decisive and domineering nature of a baron.
The old man not only let the defendant stand and listen to the trial, but also allowed the defendant to whisper with others. This is simply so concise!
...The Willant people can fight, but they can’t make a case!
To be honest, it’s better to change me!No matter how nice it sounds, I just want to judge you, what else can I do to me?
You are too extreme, and you can't convince everyone!It's better to be more tactful, such as whip him 20 first, pour hot sand into his throat, and wake him up for a few days, and he can't speak so hard that he can't speak.I promise that even if he has a huge injustice, he will not be able to tell the truth!
I'm extreme?I think you are extreme!Kill it, just kill it, it’s a big reason!Isn’t it just chopping my head? It’s not that difficult to do!
Oh, no matter what, I think the judge's career is over.
More than just a career!If I were the Willant, I would definitely not let him survive. If I don’t kill one to warn you, how can I deal with it in the future?
Their discussion was so small that they dared not let the Willant people outside hear it.
After all, the Willant people would not let them be judges, but they might drag them out and buried them.
The old lion tribe who was sweeping the floor beside him seemed to have received some education and couldn't stand it, so he couldn't help but hum twice in the end.
...It's a pity that you are not. You are a Brahmin. You can only imagine a Brahmin master with a high nose sitting on it and proclaiming the imperial edict, then poking his butt eyes to another bigger master behind his back, and feeling that the whole wasteland is like this.
Not to mention how inferior those methods are, the bottom lines of people of different ethnic groups are indeed different, and this is also determined by many reasons such as culture and nationality.
The Willant people look down on the dog that wags its tail at heart. A submissive person is looked down upon by others and cannot convince the public. In the end, they can only be marginalized by the entire system.
Although these big nose rules are evil, it is indeed not easy to find a judge who is both respected and good at wagging his tail.
And this is what really made him feel heartbroken. The seemingly clever ideas his compatriots could come up with were the reasons why the Brahmins would be treated casually.
It's not just the Willant people who don't treat them as human beings.
Who is not like that, those noble kings, those sweet-talking families, and even themselves?
Maybe he is too pessimistic.
After seeing the ups and downs, he always felt that neither Lasi nor Abusaike would be able to do anything.
This zoo is more like a circus.
What the clowns who play animals need is a long-sleeved dancer.
He doesn't need to know too much natural science, nor does he need to be an expert in a certain field.
He only needs one skill, which is to make a dance for the clowns in the circus.
Only in this way can they live like others in their own smartness and living a life of being alone.
However, it is hard to say whether that can be called hope.
The sun does rise as usual, but it is common to describe the day as night here.
The loyal will die first, then brave, and finally cunning.
When all idealists leave the stage, the final part is the contest between hypocrites and real villains.
No matter who wins, it will be a disaster.
Just two different disasters.
He loves this land more than anyone else, and hopes that he is wrong.
There is something missing here after all.
Or a true hero who gathers the power of heaven and earth and can turn the world around on his own.
Or civilization itself.
But it is missing anyway.
The man who was stinged turned red, but couldn't grasp the point. After half a day, he put on a speechless rebuttal.
I am a member of the snake tribe!What is a Brahmin?
Others also started yelling.
What are you showing off?He still thinks he is a nobleman!
What an immortal thing, why didn’t those “Heavenly Bandits” kill your whole family!
If I were the Willant, I would have buried you!
Boomerangs were flying all over the sky.
The old man shook his head, not feeling humiliated, but just thought he was so pity that he went to the corner with his broom...
Not far away, a handsome boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, walked into this place, nervously looking left and right, as if he was here to find someone.
There were two old men behind him, looking at his modest appearance as if he was his servant.
The staff passing by here quickly noticed them, walked towards them, and said with an impatient look on their faces.
This is a sacred court, and idle people are not allowed to enter.
Seeing someone trying to drive him out, the boy's face turned red with anger and said to the staff member.
My name is Akbar Xilan, I am the prince of Xilan Empire... I came to find General Gulion, I heard that he is here!
The staff member was stunned for a moment, staring at the boy suspiciously, with obvious disbelief in his eyes.
And just as he was about to ask him for his identity certificate, suddenly there were fluttering sounds coming from the side.
I saw a group of low-caste servants carrying brooms kneeling on the ground in surprise and robbing the ground with their heads.
Your Highness?!
Meet Your Highness!
You...are you in the north?!Why are you here?!
Looking at the people who were kneeling down, Akbar showed a humility of loving the people as if they were a son, and his hands were dragged upwards.
Everyone, please give me a gift. I am here to discuss important matters with my friends in Xilan. Just continue to do the work you have. Don’t neglect our friends.
The people kneeling on the ground stood up timidly.
After saying that, the boy named Akba looked at the staff member again, with a hint of obvious smugness on his lips.
Can you take me to see General Gulyon now?
When he met the show-off look, the staff stared at him with a weird expression, then nodded.
OK...you wait for me here, I'll ask for it for you.
The empire has become like this. He doesn't know why this guy can laugh, let alone understand what's so proud of.
Maybe it's a better mentality.
Akba said with a smile as he looked at the staff member who turned and left.
Well, go quickly!
……
On the other hand, General Gullion was in the court's lounge and truthfully reported what happened in the court to the General Staff of the Southern Legion.
However, after listening to his report, the second-in-command figure in the Southern Legion did not make any statement, but just said in a plain manner.
I understand the basic situation, let’s go and be busy with your affairs.
Seeing that the lord had no instructions, General Gulyon couldn't help but ask anxiously.
...What do I do here without having to do?
He always felt that letting the pangolin go back alive was not a good idea, but it was not easy to get rid of that guy at the moment.
The Chief of Staff smiled faintly.
I think there is a saying that the captain named Pangolin is actually very interesting.
Gullion couldn't figure out the meaning of the General Staff for a while, so he asked cautiously.
...What's the sentence?
The Chief of Staff said in a very light voice.
What are you doing here?
The moment he heard this, Gulion was stunned for a few seconds, and a drop of cold sweat broke through his forehead, lowering his head.
My subordinates understand... I'm sorry, I'm a good decision.
The senior management doesn't want him to interfere in this matter.
It was completely his own clever interpretation to use legal means to get rid of the messengers of the civil servant group.
Just like his subordinates who are good at pouring manure into the dungeon, it is both redundant and stupid, and has no positive effects on the situation, but may lose the big picture due to small things.
It was also at this moment that he suddenly came back to his senses and thoroughly understood the meaningful words General McClass said to him...
It seemed to be satisfied with his regret, and a voice of praise came from the other end of the communication channel.
You are a smart person. Commander Tyre and I both look down on you very much, but being smart is not a good thing, especially your being smart may put us in a passive state.
A leader of a thousand men cannot affect the overall situation, and you don’t have to worry about the affairs of Triumph City. In the face of the attacks of the civil servant group, we naturally have our own arrangements.As for you, it is enough to complete the task assigned to you by Commander Tyr. We care more about your performance on the battlefield than in redundant places.
General Gulion's Adam's apple moved and buried his head and said respectfully.
yes……
The communication has been hung up.
Gulion breathed a sigh of relief and threw Kuiyin's phone back to the table, unconsciously feeling that his back was already soaked in sweat.
Think about it calmly, the life and death of a leader really doesn’t affect anything.
What if he returns to Triumph City alive?
The civil servant group in Triumph City is not mute or deaf. If they really have some strong enough evidence, they wouldn't have to wait until the pangolin returns to take it out.
Close to a few mouths and a few specious suspicious points, it is not enough to constitute a charge of the Southern Army conspiring to the Xifan Port tragedy. Even if Abusek stands up in person, it doesn't make any sense.
The Southern Legion was very careful during the entire conspiracy process. The clues that could point to the top leaders were almost non-existent, and the only doubts could be explained by accident, which is why the civil servant group did not initiate accusations against them.
Inadequate allegations constitute slander, and this is a serious matter in the Legion.
As a result, my mind was so hot that I did such a stupid thing. With insufficient evidence, I took the initiative to initiate the trial in the name of the Southern Legion.
Now, the Southern Legion must now supplement the evidence to prove the three betrayal allegations they have made.
How did a hero who saved more than two hundred Willant survivors become the traitor they called.
What did he betray?
What is the Southern Legion preparing for?
If the big thing happens, it may alarm the Marshal...
With the matter now, it is too late for them to withdraw the lawsuit.
Once they withdraw the lawsuit, the civil servant group of Triumph City will definitely not stop and will immediately launch a counterclaim, send the Southern Army to the dock, and ask them to explain as the defendant... and at that time, they will only be more passive than now.
Gulion finally realized how stupid he had done, which was even more stupid than assassinating that guy in prison...but it was too late to say this now.
He shouldn't be smart enough to share the worries of those big shots.
He couldn't help but curse McClan, the sinister old fox didn't remind him earlier.
Just when Gulion was anxious, a few light knocks suddenly came from the door of the lounge.
He took a deep breath, calmed his anxiety expression and coughed towards the door.
Come in.
The door was pushed open, and it was his confidant who came in.
Walking to his desk, the officer reported in a serious voice.
Sir, Xilan's prince found the court from the military camp. He seemed to be determined to see you.
Gurion said impatiently, not in the mood to pay attention to the thing.
I said let him go for two days and let him get out.
Yes... The officer was stunned for a moment, but he still saluted and walked out the door neatly.
But as soon as he walked to the door, Gulion suddenly stopped him again.
etc.
The officer who stopped, turned around and asked respectfully.
Do you have any instructions?
Gulion didn't say anything, walked to the wall, stared at the map hanging on the wall for a while, and suddenly spoke.
Let him come in and see me.
I don’t understand why my boss suddenly changed his mind, but the officer didn’t ask too much, but just saluted respectfully.
yes.
Without looking at his confidant, Gulion just stared at the map intently.
He originally planned to implement the plan he stated at the combat meeting step by step, and to erode the land of the Bharat Province bit by bit through vassals.
However, now it seems that his plan seems to have to be advanced...
Just when the prince of the empire was nervous and finally met his old friend of the empire, a war that determined the fate of the empire finally came to an end...
Seeing the fierce expression, the other four judges next to him quickly left with tactfulness.
They could guess some of the reasons, but they didn't want to mix them up.
When the four people walked away, Gulion stared at the judge's eyes and gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence.
What do you mean!
The old man raised his turbid pupils.
Perhaps because he was old, he didn't have much fear in his eyes. He just stared at Gulion and then said in a slow and firm voice.
General Gulyon, I am just a colonial judge, not your soldier, and I have no reason to explain my work to you.If you are not satisfied with my ruling, you can file a complaint with Triumph City and let them change to a more professional judge.
In the Legion, justice has a certain degree of independence.It neither belongs to the military system nor the civilian system, but to the supervision system of the Imperial Guards.
That is, be directly responsible to the marshal.
It was only because the marshal and the Imperial Guard did not interfere in the specific affairs of the army, but only exercised supervision power, and loyalty was an important assessment factor, the Imperial Guard did not develop into a factional interest group.
The reason for such a design has a certain connection with the formation of the Legion system.
After all, the early legions were all soldiers and the families of soldiers, and there were no other professionals.After the court completed the trial, it was basically handed over to the Imperial Guards to arrest people, and the arrests were all soldiers.
This is like the guards of the alliance. In the early days, the base was guarding the gate. Later, with more people, it gradually developed into a police agency, divided various departments, and split the guards.
However, although the Imperial Guards of the Legion did not develop into an interest group similar to the Southern Legion and the Civil Affairs Group, people have their own interests.
After all, not everyone is as glorious and loyal as the guards.
In addition, as the scale of the legion expanded, more and more settlements and colonies were developed, and the business scope of the legion's judicial system was no longer limited to core settlements such as Triumph City. A large number of positions were released with the expansion of territory.
For the sake of personal career, some judges usually choose other interest groups to cling to each other, leave the narrow path to Triumph City, and go to the colony to develop their own careers.
The local legions did not monopolize the judicial power on their territory, so they were happy to cooperate with these judges from Triumph City to reach some exchange of interests.
In a sense, this is also one of the reasons why the law changes its flavor after it comes out of Triumph City.
One of the most typical examples is the bill on protecting slave-related rights.
This bill has never been implemented outside Triumph City, and the farther it is, the less efficient it is to be implemented.
The same is true now.
Gulyon promised him that as long as he listened to him, he would help him become the Supreme Court of all the colonies of the entire Bharat Province.
To be honest, this proposal is very tempting, even though the Southern Legion only controls half of Xifan Port at the moment.
However, any transaction requires an equivalent exchange.
Compared to the title of a justice, the price he has to pay for it is too expensive.
Looking at the judge who turned against him, Gulion's eyes narrowed slightly.
That's not what you said before.
The judge also responded without hesitation.
You have never said that the water behind this case is so deep!
Gulion's expression froze.
Seeing that he couldn't speak, the judge knew that he had guessed again, so he laughed and said.
General Gulyon, I don’t care about the grudges between you internally or externally, and I don’t mind providing you with some small help in judicial practice.
However, you want me to be a sinner in history for you, let my son laugh at me, let my wife look down on me, let my neighbors laugh at me, let me pay my career and even everything for your conspiracy... I am sorry, you are not that big face yet.
Gulion's face turned red in anger and he stared at the old man tightly.
However, the old man just nodded slightly and then left the corridor.
It was at this moment that an officer walked to General Gulyon and whispered in a low voice.
General, Akba, the prince of Xilan Empire, has arrived, and now he is in the military camp... Should he let him come here or let him wait there?
Ignore him and let him go for two days first.
Gulion stared at the judge's back fiercely, cursed the old waste, and then turned his head and walked away.
……
On the other side, in the court where cheers and applause were resounding, the officers and soldiers of the Southern Legion had left the seat in a hurry and did not want to stay here for a moment.
Although the officers, including Ross, have a firm enough position, this does not mean that they will not feel any shame in their hearts.
The enthusiastic and excited citizens walked up after boiling applause and cheers, hugged the pangolins who walked off the dock, and patted his shoulder enthusiastically.
Good thing!brother!
Thank you for saving my wife and children.
I salute you!General!What we need is a soldier like you!
These miscellaneous things... have done so many dirty things behind them!
They don't want to cover the lid!
The warriors responded to people's enthusiasm and sootheed their emotions.
Unfortunately, the evidence we have is too thin to convict one person or a group of people by suspicion alone.But I promise you that I will not give up the appeal, nor will I and the people behind me... There must be an explanation for the three thousand lives. Whether it is the arson, the instigation, or the person who handed over the torch, they will eventually be judged by justice!
Although he knew in his heart that what he said was more like a cake that smelled fragrant, he also believed that as long as he did not give up on the pursuit of the truth, the truth would one day come to light.
And justice will make sense.
Through the crowded crowd, he saw Panny staring at him with tears.
That was tears of excitement.
He could even imagine how worried she was before.
She didn't wait too long.
The warrior squeezed out of the crowd and walked up to give her a big hug.
What I want to do is taken first.
Panni suddenly felt a little embarrassed to be seen through, and two red clouds rose on her cheeks.
Especially the eyes around her were focusing here, and the blessings in her eyes made her speech even more ashamed.
but.
Her personality was quite generous, so she quickly raised her head and looked at those eyes.
You told me before that my battlefield is in Triumph City, and I have to correct your statement.
She stretched out her soft index finger and gently straightened his collar.
The clear eyes were so firm that the battle atmosphere group watching her couldn't help but hold their breath.
...This is our war.
Whether it is Triumph City or Xifan Port, I will stand side by side with you.
Don’t think of leaving me alone, let alone carrying all the troubles on your shoulders!
……
The noisy court finally ended, and people left the jury table with satisfaction, and after everyone left, several local workers also walked in with garbage bags and brooms.
They waited aside for a long time, and finally finished the boring trial.
To be honest, the Willant people have many tricks, both from the court and the post office, which really opened their eyes to the world.
The only drawback is that these big-nosed people are not very smart and can't do anything.
In their opinion, the judge was really amateur, and not majestic enough, far inferior to Xilan's nobles, and even less than the decisive and domineering nature of a baron.
The old man not only let the defendant stand and listen to the trial, but also allowed the defendant to whisper with others. This is simply so concise!
...The Willant people can fight, but they can’t make a case!
To be honest, it’s better to change me!No matter how nice it sounds, I just want to judge you, what else can I do to me?
You are too extreme, and you can't convince everyone!It's better to be more tactful, such as whip him 20 first, pour hot sand into his throat, and wake him up for a few days, and he can't speak so hard that he can't speak.I promise that even if he has a huge injustice, he will not be able to tell the truth!
I'm extreme?I think you are extreme!Kill it, just kill it, it’s a big reason!Isn’t it just chopping my head? It’s not that difficult to do!
Oh, no matter what, I think the judge's career is over.
More than just a career!If I were the Willant, I would definitely not let him survive. If I don’t kill one to warn you, how can I deal with it in the future?
Their discussion was so small that they dared not let the Willant people outside hear it.
After all, the Willant people would not let them be judges, but they might drag them out and buried them.
The old lion tribe who was sweeping the floor beside him seemed to have received some education and couldn't stand it, so he couldn't help but hum twice in the end.
...It's a pity that you are not. You are a Brahmin. You can only imagine a Brahmin master with a high nose sitting on it and proclaiming the imperial edict, then poking his butt eyes to another bigger master behind his back, and feeling that the whole wasteland is like this.
Not to mention how inferior those methods are, the bottom lines of people of different ethnic groups are indeed different, and this is also determined by many reasons such as culture and nationality.
The Willant people look down on the dog that wags its tail at heart. A submissive person is looked down upon by others and cannot convince the public. In the end, they can only be marginalized by the entire system.
Although these big nose rules are evil, it is indeed not easy to find a judge who is both respected and good at wagging his tail.
And this is what really made him feel heartbroken. The seemingly clever ideas his compatriots could come up with were the reasons why the Brahmins would be treated casually.
It's not just the Willant people who don't treat them as human beings.
Who is not like that, those noble kings, those sweet-talking families, and even themselves?
Maybe he is too pessimistic.
After seeing the ups and downs, he always felt that neither Lasi nor Abusaike would be able to do anything.
This zoo is more like a circus.
What the clowns who play animals need is a long-sleeved dancer.
He doesn't need to know too much natural science, nor does he need to be an expert in a certain field.
He only needs one skill, which is to make a dance for the clowns in the circus.
Only in this way can they live like others in their own smartness and living a life of being alone.
However, it is hard to say whether that can be called hope.
The sun does rise as usual, but it is common to describe the day as night here.
The loyal will die first, then brave, and finally cunning.
When all idealists leave the stage, the final part is the contest between hypocrites and real villains.
No matter who wins, it will be a disaster.
Just two different disasters.
He loves this land more than anyone else, and hopes that he is wrong.
There is something missing here after all.
Or a true hero who gathers the power of heaven and earth and can turn the world around on his own.
Or civilization itself.
But it is missing anyway.
The man who was stinged turned red, but couldn't grasp the point. After half a day, he put on a speechless rebuttal.
I am a member of the snake tribe!What is a Brahmin?
Others also started yelling.
What are you showing off?He still thinks he is a nobleman!
What an immortal thing, why didn’t those “Heavenly Bandits” kill your whole family!
If I were the Willant, I would have buried you!
Boomerangs were flying all over the sky.
The old man shook his head, not feeling humiliated, but just thought he was so pity that he went to the corner with his broom...
Not far away, a handsome boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, walked into this place, nervously looking left and right, as if he was here to find someone.
There were two old men behind him, looking at his modest appearance as if he was his servant.
The staff passing by here quickly noticed them, walked towards them, and said with an impatient look on their faces.
This is a sacred court, and idle people are not allowed to enter.
Seeing someone trying to drive him out, the boy's face turned red with anger and said to the staff member.
My name is Akbar Xilan, I am the prince of Xilan Empire... I came to find General Gulion, I heard that he is here!
The staff member was stunned for a moment, staring at the boy suspiciously, with obvious disbelief in his eyes.
And just as he was about to ask him for his identity certificate, suddenly there were fluttering sounds coming from the side.
I saw a group of low-caste servants carrying brooms kneeling on the ground in surprise and robbing the ground with their heads.
Your Highness?!
Meet Your Highness!
You...are you in the north?!Why are you here?!
Looking at the people who were kneeling down, Akbar showed a humility of loving the people as if they were a son, and his hands were dragged upwards.
Everyone, please give me a gift. I am here to discuss important matters with my friends in Xilan. Just continue to do the work you have. Don’t neglect our friends.
The people kneeling on the ground stood up timidly.
After saying that, the boy named Akba looked at the staff member again, with a hint of obvious smugness on his lips.
Can you take me to see General Gulyon now?
When he met the show-off look, the staff stared at him with a weird expression, then nodded.
OK...you wait for me here, I'll ask for it for you.
The empire has become like this. He doesn't know why this guy can laugh, let alone understand what's so proud of.
Maybe it's a better mentality.
Akba said with a smile as he looked at the staff member who turned and left.
Well, go quickly!
……
On the other hand, General Gullion was in the court's lounge and truthfully reported what happened in the court to the General Staff of the Southern Legion.
However, after listening to his report, the second-in-command figure in the Southern Legion did not make any statement, but just said in a plain manner.
I understand the basic situation, let’s go and be busy with your affairs.
Seeing that the lord had no instructions, General Gulyon couldn't help but ask anxiously.
...What do I do here without having to do?
He always felt that letting the pangolin go back alive was not a good idea, but it was not easy to get rid of that guy at the moment.
The Chief of Staff smiled faintly.
I think there is a saying that the captain named Pangolin is actually very interesting.
Gullion couldn't figure out the meaning of the General Staff for a while, so he asked cautiously.
...What's the sentence?
The Chief of Staff said in a very light voice.
What are you doing here?
The moment he heard this, Gulion was stunned for a few seconds, and a drop of cold sweat broke through his forehead, lowering his head.
My subordinates understand... I'm sorry, I'm a good decision.
The senior management doesn't want him to interfere in this matter.
It was completely his own clever interpretation to use legal means to get rid of the messengers of the civil servant group.
Just like his subordinates who are good at pouring manure into the dungeon, it is both redundant and stupid, and has no positive effects on the situation, but may lose the big picture due to small things.
It was also at this moment that he suddenly came back to his senses and thoroughly understood the meaningful words General McClass said to him...
It seemed to be satisfied with his regret, and a voice of praise came from the other end of the communication channel.
You are a smart person. Commander Tyre and I both look down on you very much, but being smart is not a good thing, especially your being smart may put us in a passive state.
A leader of a thousand men cannot affect the overall situation, and you don’t have to worry about the affairs of Triumph City. In the face of the attacks of the civil servant group, we naturally have our own arrangements.As for you, it is enough to complete the task assigned to you by Commander Tyr. We care more about your performance on the battlefield than in redundant places.
General Gulion's Adam's apple moved and buried his head and said respectfully.
yes……
The communication has been hung up.
Gulion breathed a sigh of relief and threw Kuiyin's phone back to the table, unconsciously feeling that his back was already soaked in sweat.
Think about it calmly, the life and death of a leader really doesn’t affect anything.
What if he returns to Triumph City alive?
The civil servant group in Triumph City is not mute or deaf. If they really have some strong enough evidence, they wouldn't have to wait until the pangolin returns to take it out.
Close to a few mouths and a few specious suspicious points, it is not enough to constitute a charge of the Southern Army conspiring to the Xifan Port tragedy. Even if Abusek stands up in person, it doesn't make any sense.
The Southern Legion was very careful during the entire conspiracy process. The clues that could point to the top leaders were almost non-existent, and the only doubts could be explained by accident, which is why the civil servant group did not initiate accusations against them.
Inadequate allegations constitute slander, and this is a serious matter in the Legion.
As a result, my mind was so hot that I did such a stupid thing. With insufficient evidence, I took the initiative to initiate the trial in the name of the Southern Legion.
Now, the Southern Legion must now supplement the evidence to prove the three betrayal allegations they have made.
How did a hero who saved more than two hundred Willant survivors become the traitor they called.
What did he betray?
What is the Southern Legion preparing for?
If the big thing happens, it may alarm the Marshal...
With the matter now, it is too late for them to withdraw the lawsuit.
Once they withdraw the lawsuit, the civil servant group of Triumph City will definitely not stop and will immediately launch a counterclaim, send the Southern Army to the dock, and ask them to explain as the defendant... and at that time, they will only be more passive than now.
Gulion finally realized how stupid he had done, which was even more stupid than assassinating that guy in prison...but it was too late to say this now.
He shouldn't be smart enough to share the worries of those big shots.
He couldn't help but curse McClan, the sinister old fox didn't remind him earlier.
Just when Gulion was anxious, a few light knocks suddenly came from the door of the lounge.
He took a deep breath, calmed his anxiety expression and coughed towards the door.
Come in.
The door was pushed open, and it was his confidant who came in.
Walking to his desk, the officer reported in a serious voice.
Sir, Xilan's prince found the court from the military camp. He seemed to be determined to see you.
Gurion said impatiently, not in the mood to pay attention to the thing.
I said let him go for two days and let him get out.
Yes... The officer was stunned for a moment, but he still saluted and walked out the door neatly.
But as soon as he walked to the door, Gulion suddenly stopped him again.
etc.
The officer who stopped, turned around and asked respectfully.
Do you have any instructions?
Gulion didn't say anything, walked to the wall, stared at the map hanging on the wall for a while, and suddenly spoke.
Let him come in and see me.
I don’t understand why my boss suddenly changed his mind, but the officer didn’t ask too much, but just saluted respectfully.
yes.
Without looking at his confidant, Gulion just stared at the map intently.
He originally planned to implement the plan he stated at the combat meeting step by step, and to erode the land of the Bharat Province bit by bit through vassals.
However, now it seems that his plan seems to have to be advanced...
Just when the prince of the empire was nervous and finally met his old friend of the empire, a war that determined the fate of the empire finally came to an end...
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