Marwan took out another piece of paper: "If you say, it is still unclear what Hassan will think and do, but some things are clear - unfortunately, you still don't know what this incident has become under the impetus of people with good intentions!"

Principo stared blankly at the paper pushed in front of him, and with a single glance, he jumped to his feet!

In front of him was a poster that had been brought back from the street.

"All books that are publicly distributed and sold by the Julia must cease sale immediately, and all Julia publications must be banned with immediate effect. ”

"The people of Julia must immediately cease all anti-Araban propaganda, and dismantle all buildings and assemblies that engage in anti-Afghan propaganda and may engage in anti-Afghan propaganda. ”

"Every Jurian must wear the identification sign of the letter 'J'. ”

"In order to ensure the safety of the city, especially the recurrence of evil incidents, the people of Julia must live in a centralized manner. It is tentatively divided into three districts of Dachau, Buchenwald and Sachsenhausen in the city. The relocation must be completed within three days. ”

"The people of Julia must take full responsibility for the malignant effects of the events in Sulajevo and pay 1 billion dinars in compensation. ”

- City Hall, "Notice on the Punishment of the Julia in the Sulajevo Incident (Provisional)"

Merwan said slowly: "This was just posted two hours ago. ”

"No, no, no! It can't be like this, what's wrong with books, what's wrong with churches and schools, what's wrong with the Jews?

Malwan blocked the young man back with one sentence: "What's wrong with Hassan?"

Principo's throat rattled, and he couldn't say a word.

Malwan stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced slowly, Principo's dull gaze moving slowly with his steps.

"The situation of the Julia is worthy of sympathy, they have brains, they are good at management, they can accumulate money, but they do not have a country of their own, and anyone in power can bully you. I personally sympathize with you for the humiliation and the burden you have endured in silence. ”

Merwan sighed softly: "Even a camel will run to death for a puddle of water, let alone a human being? If you can't resist and can't live in peace, the best thing to do is to leave. For example, the Menzaro people, they are gone, and they are gone. But you can't leave, there are too many people, and they are an important source of wealth for the empire, but they still have their own language and beliefs, even if you are lucky enough to escape, no matter which country you go to, you will not get an equal status. ”

Marwan paused and sighed, "Now, you've succeeded in giving the greedy Alabid bastards in the town hall a chance to take action on the Jurians. Look at the proclamation in your hand, in normal times, any one with a conscience, would think that it is evil and intolerable, and will stand by you and protest for you, but now?"

Merwan slammed open the window, and three huge blue-and-white pentagram starloads were dazzling in the pitch-black night sky outside.

Principo stood up in astonishment, and from here, he could see a long line of countless torches slowly moving towards the spot under the three pentagrams.

There was a cry in the wind.

"That's ...... What's that?"

Merwan was very calm: "These are the three districts of Dachau, Buchenwald and Sachsenhausen, and from this night onwards all the Julians of the city must be gathered there. The three districts will be completely separated from the city by high walls. ”

Principo grabbed Malwan by the collar: "Why? Why did you do this? Why? I did it, and it has nothing to do with them!"

Merwan did not open his hand, let alone call the guards, but looked at him with compassion: "Yes, personally, lad, poor lad, I would rather believe your words. But do you dare to lay your hand on your Old Covenant and swear to your god Yihohua that this is entirely your doing, and that it has nothing to do with any Julia?"

Little by little, the anger in Principo's eyes died down, and a tide of despair flooded his eyes.

"I have seen the future, where more quarantines will be built, and more Julias will be driven like sheep, enslaved, and slaughtered, and their cries will penetrate the caverns covered with brimstone, but they will not reach your ears in Heaven - because you are a hero!"

As he spoke, he became angry: "You say you hate Hassan, but you push him, the only one who can save you, to hell, and you say you love your own people, but you push him into the abyss...... Let me think about what the history books of your nation will say, Principo, a great national hero, or a short-sighted fool who single-handedly created the hell of the Jurians?"

Principo let go of his hand weakly and sat down in his chair, elbows on his knees, his fingers wrenched deep into his hair, his head hanging deeply, and he said nothing.

Marwan pushed a dagger off the table: "Go to hell with a great sin." After a while, I will have the body of you come and collect it, and find you a grave in a distant place where you cannot see the corpse of the Jurian, nor can you hear the cry of the Jurian, and bury it peacefully, and I will not erect a monument for you, so that no one may know to disturb your long sleep. ”

The young man slowly picked up the dagger and aimed it at his chest, his eyes filled with no fear, only sorrow and despair.

"Perhaps, only I know, that you are a noble patriot, a patriot who has been deceived and has gone the wrong way, not a short-sighted fool. I will eventually die, and this truth will be buried in the long river of history along with the weeping of the Julian people. Farewell, young man. ”

With that, Merwan got up and left, without looking at Principo again.

As soon as he went out, the warden's disciple who had been waiting outside the door asked eagerly, "Teacher, how is it?"

"What else? another pot of tea, wait. There will be good news, this kind of silly boy, the more you beat him, the harder he becomes, change the way, and he will play with one hand!"

An hour later, the guard arrived: "Report, the prisoner Principus has asked to see Mr. Merwang." ”

Merwan didn't think about it, and refused: "Tell him I'm not available." ”

The warden was stunned: "Teacher, he is likely to confess......"

"He's starting to think rationally, it's not going to work, it's going to turn him into an answering machine that only follows instincts, asks and answers - you listen, and then, let him kill himself if he wants to kill himself, let him jump off the building if he wants to jump off the building, and let him dry for an hour. Send him another pot of strong tea and add some spices to keep him excited. ”

After another hour, the guard came to report: "The prisoner shouted that he knew who was behind it. ”

"No, let it dry for another half an hour, and send him the magical images of the Yulia being driven away, being by strong women, and the church being smashed!"

Ten minutes later, the guards shouted in the communication circle: "Self-harm, self-harm!"

"Image!"

In the surveillance video, Principo cries as he raises his dagger and stabs him in the arm, bleeding all over the ground, and then drops the dagger, dips it in blood, and writes line by line on the wall, all of which are the same word.

Melwan laughed.

The warden exclaimed, "What is it written in Julia?"

"So you need to read a little more books!

The words were not full, and Principo fainted.

Merwan stood up and clapped his hands calmly: "Okay, now, whatever you ask, he will answer." For the rest, it's up to you - this kid is already a wreck. Go and see how Lord Hassan is doing, and if he's okay, don't sentence this kid to death—show justice. ”

The warden let out a long sigh of relief: "Teacher, thank you so much!"

Marwan waved lazily and walked away.

Hassan is not going to die, legendary hero, how can he lose to a crossbow arrow?

The Julia are already the target of everyone, and in a sense, Hassan, you are also behind it. Now, you're in a dilemma.

Watching the Julia be slaughtered is against your morality, and it will cast a shadow over your name as the Savior, and if you help, you will lose the support of all the Arabis.

If it were me, I would be helpless.

Perhaps, you will continue to be injured, let your subordinates carry this black cauldron, and let the situation slide in a direction that no one can predict?

Hassan, what are you thinking, and what are you going to do?