If everything is right, there are not so many choices, whether good or bad. But where is the line between good and bad? With the change of subjective will, that line is so out of control that it is elusive. The point of convergence of the rift, the unreasonable obscuration of all the sun, warmth, but not necessarily the darkness, coldness, or even the slightest imperceptible horror. It is a blank space that is free from the entity, the filling of the world to which it belongs, without restraint, without boundaries, and just quietly exists.

In the dark night, the assimilated and numb vision could no longer discern the level of gloom, but the old man seemed to be at ease at all times, and no chaotic rhythm could confuse his soothing dance steps, only the jump by jump was more clumsy. It's like being tied but still reinforced with handcuffs and leg irons, which is completely superfluous.

At that moment, the death knell of fate reverberated throughout the church, disturbing the air so thin that it was almost a living creature that was about to suffocate everything. The door that was pushed open was full of oxygen, and when the candle was lit, there were struggling faces, and the howl was even uglier and stranger.

"Silence, stay quiet!"

The judge of affairs, who claims to be blessed by the gods of seeding, unscrupulously challenges the bottom line of all normalcy; After being exposed to the lie, the unique arrogance put on a posture of staying out of the matter to cover up. With such a cowardly attitude, it is natural that even the allies will choose flattering provocation and betrayal, which is an even more chaotic commotion.

"Ahem, ahem."

If the judge is endowed with the glory of angels, then living beings prefer to submit to the lustful power of demons. I sympathize with such a situation, they always can't see the aura of truth, goodness and beauty, but they fall in the darkness of humiliation again and again, and they often get perfunctory words when they pray for sanctions. Therefore, even if the so-called human rights are returned, they still cannot dispel the cloud of cringe and fear in their hearts.

So, silence was chosen, and jaw-dropping was the only regular expression they could use, which was even more comical in the dim candlelight. However, even if it is funny, it is already a happy ending for those judges, and the expression of smugness and imminent drift is simply showing off the pitiful majesty that does not belong to him.

"Huh? Do you want to fight back, stupid prisoner? This is no longer your Garden of Eden, but rather a field of Asura that we control, a hell to judge you. ”

The extraordinarily elevated tone is a true portrayal of timidity, and the lack of confidence can only be disguised with a seemingly fierce and radical skin, and the heart is actually already hanging on the verge of collapse.

"Ahem, honorable Inquisitor, why would you, who are wise, choose to go against the good cause? Replace labels at will, putting the cart before the horse. But if you put yourself in their shoes, you may be more suited to use demonic tones to influence angels and make them fall. ”

The Colosseum arranged in a ring cannot connect the hunters with different ghosts, and the sound of coaxing is the best proof. Hostile sarcasm and even self-entertaining ridicule, such a combination is really ingenious.

"Silence, silence!"

It was the sound of the collision of the wooden hammer on the board on behalf of justice, and the good positive feedback effect proved that it was not nonsense, and the limited ancient legal principles bound the people of the new era who thought they were progressing.

"Bella Bell, the seduction of clever words is applied to us like a boat sailing against the current, killing itself. Stop struggling uselessly, and advise you to confess your sins obediently, and the empathetic gods may be able to redeem your filthy soul. ”

"If I can still struggle with my whole body, I also appreciate the posture of survival. If the gods are the embodiment of good intentions, then why let his people accept the joys and sorrows of birth, old age, sickness and death, but still paint the ground like a prison in the last years, and the high coldness of ill-intentioned intentions is inevitably full of too much cold! ”

It was a long exclamation, a change of empathy brewing, and a subtle beginning to doubt the definition of the so-called world.

"Hmph, is this your last resistance? Obviously, it is too pale and powerless, so let's confess your crimes, and we can be regarded as avoiding the merciful care of your heavy sentence. ”

"If I'm really guilty, but I still choose to protect myself, can I understand that you tend to be embarrassed by the pleasure of being embarrassed? Besides, I will naturally confess to committing a crime or something, but in my world, I don't feel that I have done anything unreasonable, so how can I talk about confessing my guilt! ”

The boos were strong and long-lasting, both for me and for the judge on the high platform, but looking at his villainous and obscene smile, there must have been a lot of righteous words, and I was already a little sleepy, but I was quite interested, and I was ready to listen to it.

"Hmph, do you think you can maintain your prestige with one mouth? Naive, as long as I want to, I can trample on your worthless dignity at any time! Litigant, read the guilt of the prisoner! ”

The focus of his gaze was on his thin body, and he felt that a gust of wind could blow away such a paper man, and his pathetic appearance made me very curious about his experience, but he would not tell me anything about his mental journey. Picking up a stack of gray papers from the tabletop, coupled with the dust that had been bouncing up, it looked like it had been a long-planned frame-up. His hoarse voice began to read what they called 'divine guidance'.

"O holy lord, forgive such demons! Béla Bell, born in 1312 in the city of Gelman,"

"Wait, do you mean that my birth was a sin? Or do you question that 1312 is the time of origin of all evil, and that the city of Gelman is the birthplace of evil? ”

There was a slight laugh in my ears, and if it weren't for the abyss-like location, I don't think it would be the whisper I perceived.

"Mr. litigant, please control the time a little, and put it succinctly, you are facing a fox with a clever tongue, don't be dragged into his rhythm, follow his pace, and finally fall into the treacherous situation."

"Understood, Inquisitor, gnaw."

I fixed my demeanor, adjusted my thoughts, and began to speak again.

"In 1322,"

"Wait, such an ambiguous reference, do you mean the glorious deeds of our Inquisitor in 1322? Or does it refer to the more or less harvest of any audience member in that year? Or do you imply your own values of honor and disgrace? ”

The cheerful atmosphere had spread to me, and the laughter was clearly deafening in the condensed range, yet I was glad to listen to such a frank call. The presiding judge's blue nose was about to be angry, but he couldn't suppress the true emotions of human nature, and wiped his mouth and secretly laughed. Only the litigant, who is the protagonist, does not have a humorous temperament, and is willing to act as a laughing stock in the mouths of others.

"Well, quiet, quiet, Mr. litigant, let's elaborate a little, you have also seen how cunning your opponent is, and can you allow such an unreasonable existence? Also, ladies and gentlemen, please distinguish your position, do not follow the crowd, and obey the call of such demons! ”

The harsher decibel is mixed with a little abuse, and it is clear that the audience does not like to be pointed out by others to point out their weaknesses, and everyone always thinks that they are flawless, and the presiding judge is playing with fire with this statement. I guess I am the only one I want to see such an ending in the whole venue, but it is not uncommon for me to think that I can only bury my own innate advantages, and I don't know it.

"Hmph, then I'm going on. Béla Bell, who was involved in the plot to murder Duke Pete in the spring of 1312 and personally carried out the assassination,"

"Huh? Do you mean that a weak body like me has won a fight that should have belonged to a warrior? Are you overestimating and helping to bring out my potential or are you denigrating Duke Pete? ”

The atmosphere in the room was pushed to a new level, I heard some voices shouting for me and agreeing with my point of view, the presiding judge shook his head helplessly, waved his hand and signaled to continue.

"In the autumn of the same year, Mr. Smart was deprived of control of the confectionery industry, expelled from the country, and killed the old gentleman in his sixties in a frenzy."

"Wait,"

The space of the scene was frozen, and as I expected, the audience was accumulating energy, waiting for the next outbreak.

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