"Your Majesty."

Judge Edgar's voice rang out in the courtroom.

The entire courtroom was silent, except for the soft breathing of Atifa, who seemed to be asleep.

This is also understandable, because their empress has a lot of opportunities.

Without waiting for Atifa's reply, after a few moments, Edgar repeated.

"Your Majesty!"

Edgar was the only one in the entire empire who dared to do this.

Hearing Edgar's voice, Atifa quickly opened his eyes, and under his eyes were a pair of sharp eyes.

She glanced at the accused, and the count's knees went limp.

Rather than be watched like this by Her Majesty, the most revered of all, he was more than willing to face the cold of the rifle.

Looking at the jury one by one, Atifa's calm but irresistible voice filled the room.

"Execution."

The gavel struck softly, and Edgar stood up and saluted the entire courtroom, the auditorium of nobles and commoners returning the room with a round of applause.

The marquis was dragged down by the police, and the whip opened on his buttocks, but he made no sound.

This concludes the morning trial.

Atifa stood up, her courtiers followed her, and the crowd parted ways at the courthouse.

Reka glanced at Atifa, who watched as the ministers who had come to the court to study were loaded into the carriage before he hurried to follow Atifa.

"Your Majesty, the Chinese food has been arranged, and there is the steak you like to eat."

Atifa snorted.

"It's still not authentic enough."

Seeing that there was no one around, Reka chuckled.

"My friend, the chefs of the Empire are good enough, they have been studying the recipes of His Excellency Karon these days, and I would say that they are much more diligent than the Minister of Finance...... Wait, what's the arrangement after lunch with Presiding Judge Edgar, look at my memory...... Tamia is right, you should find a prime minister. ”

Atifa rolled her eyes.

"After taking a nap, inspect the progress of the city gates, tomorrow will be the spring day."

"Yes, yes, I'll have the carriage moved."

Reka patted her head, and the courthouse cafeteria was in front.

He watched as Atifa walked into the cafeteria, then ran briskly towards the courthouse gates.

It is said to be a cafeteria, but it is actually a small room separated from the library, and there are five or six tables in it.

It was noon and it was a little dark in the room.

In the afternoon, however, the warm sunlight pours in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Soaking up the sun, it must be perfect for a nap.

Attifa thought to herself, and she chose a window seat and sat down.

Because he knew that His Majesty Atifa was coming, the ordinary judge naturally did not come to bother.

After waiting for a while, Judge Edgar pushed the door open, and he said breathlessly.

"Your Majesty, I've kept you waiting."

Atifa said softly.

"Judge Edgar is busy with business, but you also have to pay attention to your body, even if you want to return to Tutan, it will not be this time."

Wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, Edgar said ashamedly.

"Your Majesty, since I returned from the Venada Empire, I have been planning to eat and wait for death...... Of course, now it's different, and I'll do my best for the Empire, which is also my original ideal. ”

"It's just a joke."

Atifa smiled slightly, "Turin is much better than I expected now, and this is inseparable from the help of Judge Edgar. By the way, the regulations of Turin need to be revised again, can Your Excellency Edgar keep it busy? ”

Talking about this topic, Edgar said solemnly.

"Your Majesty, you have to revise it if you are too busy, and the laws of Turin are too strict now, which is not only bad for the nobles, but also far from friendly to the common people...... Because the law is supposed to be the bottom line to maintain morality, not to use it as a tool to eradicate dissent. ”

He paused, "Your Majesty, I lost my words. ”

"You're right,"

Atifa nodded, "The last law was revised by His Majesty Badr, and it was to deal with the chaos in Turin, which I understand. Now that Turin is gradually stable, we can't afford to let everyone be scared...... Of course, this process must also be done slowly, and people with intentions must not be allowed to take advantage of the loopholes of the law. ”

"It's impossible."

Edgar spread his hands, "But Your Majesty, I'll do my best." ”

The two looked at each other, then laughed.

Stopping his smile, Edgar coughed twice.

"Your Majesty, I heard from Director Reka that you are very picky about your tastes, and if the food at the court is not to your liking, please don't blame you."

"I'll blame you."

Atifa said slowly, "But it's not just you. ”

Edgar laughed again, annoyed by Atifa.

As he spoke, the chef had already walked up with a plate, which was supposed to be a palace meal, but under Reka's arrangement, there were only three simple dishes - steak, vegetable soup, and a bottle of Occassim salute.

The waiter poured red wine for the two of them, and then quietly withdrew.

"Lord Edgar."

Atifa raised his glass first, touching it with Edgar.

Before drinking, she whispered.

"You're smart."

Edgar was stunned.

"Your Majesty, you too."

Putting down the glass, Artifa said coldly.

"But it's not enough."

Edgar looked surprised, but his eyes were peeking at the glass.

Atifa explained.

"This glass is fine, but you have a problem."

An unnatural flush flooded Edgar's face.

"Are you...... What do you mean? ”

Lying on the back of her chair with her arms folded, Atifa said calmly.

"Obviously you don't know much about Judge Edgar, he's a rigid and disciplined man, and such a man will only move forward, not be as greasy as you...... All in all, you don't know much about human affairs, so you'll overexert yourself when playing. ”

She paused, "And I don't think you can kill me." ”

Edgar smiled, his beard and eyebrows trembling exaggeratedly, as gentle as his grandfather's.

But as the corners of his mouth grew more and more curvature, a hideous face took Edgar's in its place.

"It's a dragon, your perception is very keen."

There was no need to explain, but Atifa said.

"It has nothing to do with dragon blood."

The sorcerer stared at Artifa.

"Adepha Bedford, why don't you dare admit it, is it because you feel tainted by dragon blood?"

Atifa still folded her arms.

"If you want to do it, hurry up, tomorrow is the spring day, and I have to inspect the city wall in the afternoon."

"It's arrogant."

The sorcerer stood up, and he distanced himself from Artifa.

"I didn't plan to kill you with a spell."

Atifa raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Your Excellency, I repeat it one last time, you hurry up and don't delay everyone's time."

"Huh,"

The sorcerer chuckled as he untied a jar from his belt, the smell of dragon's blood wafting through the air.

Only then did he take out his left hand, which he had always carried behind his back, and a short spear was lying quietly in the palm of his hand

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