Chapter 35: Paul Heras
readx;? The quiet and opulent Platinum Castle, surrounded by servants, always made Paul uncomfortable, and he preferred the hawkers and scurrying crowds of the city, and perhaps some of the smell of the city's garbage. All of this reassures Paul www.biquge.info the object of his life's work.
"Is everything all done?" Sam said to Paul, with a deep conviction in his eyes. For a moment Sam's, with an expression of joy and satisfaction on his face, but there was quickly turned into pathos. He spoke to Paul as if he were talking about his mistakes to a tombstone or monument.
"Yes, my lord. There will be no complaints, no accountability. Paul said, his face beaming with victory. The kind of joy you seldom find in the faces of nobles and officials, that joy is the hope and praise for the future, and it's hard to say that Sam has seen it before, but he has seen it. This is the expression of having done everything that must be done, and with the hope of handing over the future to future generations. "Joe Waolet has some things to attend to, but nothing big is going to happen. β
"Paul ......," Sam said inexplicably, "I'm sorry to get you involved." β
"No, my lord. It's an honor to me, and I'm glad to say it from the bottom of my heart. Paul said, "Reformation always comes at the expense of some people, and you will not be among those people." Please live a long and safe life and make everything we strive for a reality. β
"Paul, I'll tell you a story. Sam spoke without the exclusive rhetoric of politicians or the idea of putting everything into people's heads, "When I was a kid, I always wanted to do something big. But I'm not a Holy Spirit Knight, and my brother will inherit the position. But that doesn't stop me from dreaming about all the evil and sin being judged at my feet, the Holy Spirit shining in the clouds, and I speak the verdict of guilt. After that, the world returned to order and peace. Every detail is so perfect and so fake. When I truly took over the mantle of the Righteous Knight, I realized that no evil would bow down before me, and no Holy Spirit would testify for me to judge all beings. All the things I dreamed about as a child are telling me that your dreams are nothing more than false illusions. I thought about doing something else, something big, to make my name go down in history. In this respect, my elder brother August did a better job than me, he killed our father, and the fame and notoriety together cannot be erased in the history of mankind. β
"Is it your dream to clean up the chaos of the judiciary?"
"It's part of my dream, and my dream is so much more than that. But reality has to make me find a starting point, and that's what we're doing now. "I'm naΓ―ve and cynical, and when I got to grips with the problems of justice and the underworld in the imperial capital, I realized that justice will not be unconditional, except that it will not be unspoken. There are those who are destined to pay a price, and these costs are attributed to me, and I am both a judge and a criminal. β
"You can't say that!" Paul said, "All the sins are to blame on me." I interrogated Johnny and my actions led to his murder. β
"Even if you resist the black cauldron, there will be more black cauldron in the future. Sam said.
"Then you can always find a righteous man like me to keep yourself clean. Paul replied, "You are a knight of the Holy Spirit, a member of the High Council." The country needs you, the people need you. β
"What can I do?!" Sam said angrily, "Push all the black cauldrons to others so that you can make a non-stick pan!"
Paul was silent for a moment, and then said, "Yes, my lord." You have to do it, you need to do it. β
Human life is not as worthless as it was 200 years ago, and now any person who dies will be turned upside down, let alone the intermediate judge Johnny Vaolet. In Paul's view, the riots caused by Johnny were not a scourge, but now justice and the enlightenment of the people. Everyone's lives are generally noble, and the emperor can't calm people's doubts. The people were even able to storm the town hall of the city of Termi and fight the army's artillery with their flesh. Seeing this, Paul, who has fought for the people all his life, feels worthwhile.
Paul said goodbye to Sam. Sam still has the weekly High Council to attend, and he has some things to account for. Thinking that the trial of judicial rectification will be held on August 25, I am not in a hurry because I still have half a month to go. Although he comforted himself so much, his hurried way of doing things replaced his previous habit of being leisurely. It's like I'm going to die tomorrow.
He almost trotted to the main road of the imperial capital, Liberty Street.
It leads directly to the Platinum Castle, where the king is located, and is the most prosperous street in the imperial capital. It used to be called Redemption Street, but it was renamed after the orcs were granted legal freedom.
A City Watch took a sausage salad from the sandwich vendor and walked away casually, shouting to him, "Sir, I've got three children to feed at home." β
"What's the matter? They don't like sandwiches?" said the City Watch, taking a bite of most of the sandwich in his hand.
Paul walked over and said, "Hammerson, you're not being kind enough to do that." β
The City Watch named Hammerson took another bite and ate the sandwich in his hand, "At least these vendors in my jurisdiction dare to fight back, you should look at Anderson's territory, it's hell on earth." β
"Sounds scary. Paul said to him, "What is the matter with what I have asked of you?"
"Oh, Joe Waolet's thing. Hammerson rubbed his chin and said, "We tried to calm him, but he wouldn't listen. He wanted to sue the judiciary, but of course the court would not accept his complaint. β
"How did you try to appease him? Did you use violence?" Paul questioned sharply.
"No, my ancestors. "We did exactly what you said, no violence, no coercion, and even brought him a small gift." God, can you imagine a man rejecting Mia's hand-baked apple pie? Fortunately, my brothers and I have finished dividing the things that were destroyed. β
"So it's useless?" Paul stomped his foot angrily, thinking worriedly, "Where can I find him?"
"Now?" said Hammosen, after a moment's thought, "now he is probably whispering at his son's grave." β