"So, what were you doing then?" asked Chief Qadi, or Chief Judge Fahd. He wore a plain robe that day, a scimitar without a scabbard pinned to his waist, and sandals under his feet. On top of his head, he wears a white turban and is tied with a black ring.

The tent he was in was in the same austere style, with no ornamentation, except for seven pillars at the entrance of the tent, almost each of which was filled with ten human heads. If one looks closely, one will see that the first pillar has a skull set with gems, and only the seventh pillar is not full of ten human heads.

Some of the city-state believers may be frightened by the sight, but most of the tribesmen know that this is the custom of the Scorpio tribe. The scorpion warriors would cut off the heads of their enemies on the battlefield as trophies, and once he had ten heads in the pillars, he was regarded as a great samurai and was widely revered.

Fahd loves lavish décor and expensive furnishings, but he is a free-spirited person, even if it is simple. In addition, he didn't have to deal with legal disputes himself, but as an elf, he would rather do better than gossip about some humans. In addition, from time to time, he personally handles some cases, which can also demonstrate his authority in interpreting the law as the chief judge.

"I'm divining!" said the plaintiff, a sturdy woman with fat limbs and blue veins visible in her arms. She wore a patched gown and a headscarf, but her sleeves were worn and her hands were crossed over her hips, and she looked like she was going to fight like the defendant. "I pluck the feathers and count while plucking the gray scale bird, he loves me, he doesn't love me, he loves me, he doesn't love me......"

"I thought that this kind of divination was usually done with flowers. Fahd frowned and said.

"Where are you looking for flowers?" said the plaintiff, unconvinced. "Besides, it's time for the stupid bird to pluck its feathers. ”

Fahd couldn't help but laugh, he could have laughed out loud over a trivial matter, and now he couldn't close his mouth. These cases are trivial, but sometimes they are quite interesting. Since the invasion of Mystalagan by the first Atas tribes, more and more people have come to this world with a much better living environment on magic ships. In addition to the samurai of the tribe, there were also their families, women and children.

"So he raped your horse while you were plucking the birds—or divination?" asked Fahd with a smile, then turned to Dildri, who was acting as clerk. "You have to write this down, it's the most interesting case I've ever encountered today. ”

Deirdre nodded, and the former princess and chief Templar of Ram seemed to have accepted the twist of fate and was doing her paperwork with peace of mind. In fact, her identity is a little embarrassing, as the daughter of a blasphemer mage and a witch king, many people don't like her, but she has endured it silently.

"Wronged!" shouted the accused. He was a ruddy-faced man with a rosacea nose and a sparse beard. "It was her horse who raped my little mare!"

"Apparently he deliberately took a fancy to my steed and wanted to steal its seeds for breeding!" shouted the plaintiff menacingly.

"Your Excellency, you must forgive this mad woman for being nervous!" said the defendant, "you know, she is hysterical at every turn. She had a stallion run into my ranch and enlarge a mare's belly. So now she's accusing me of stealing her **'s seeds. ”

"That's no ordinary horse!" said the plaintiff. "That's my victorious general, called Aftar! I picked him out to breed in order to make a good price. Now he's stealing my seed and doesn't want to pay for it, so he's stealing!"

"That's Afta's seed, fool, and it's not yours, how can it be considered stealing your things!" said the defendant, "and besides, it's not my fault that your horse runs to my territory because you don't take care of your own fence." Besides, isn't your baby Avtar going back!"

"Ridiculous! You don't just want to steal my seeds, you want to destroy me!" shouted the plaintiff. "If you want to mate a new **, don't admit it, this is your best mare! You're robbing me of my business!Lord Fahd, I want your approval for me to cut down this thief!"

"It's my business if the livestock is in heat!" the defendant retorted with a fierce retort with waving his hands. "If you want to blame it, blame your family for being too careful! Maybe it's your own behavior that has brought it to the bone!"

The two sides bared their teeth and claws, yelled and almost scuffled, and Fahd had to force them both apart. The female plaintiff looked angry, she clenched her fists and hammered the defendant, and shouted, "Don't you think it's so easy to get out! This ** is what I personally tamed from a herd of wild horses by a sandworm's nest, fast and enduring! Don't think about taking advantage of me so easily!"

"You can tame a foal from a sandworm's nest?" Fahd was a little impressed, but it was rare for a woman to tame a wild horse. "You're lucky you didn't get eaten. ”

"She's killed three men, how can a sandworm be as good as her!" the defendant claimed. This made the plaintiff curse again.

"Either let me cut him down or let him knock the pony off!" the plaintiff insisted.

"This horse is not yours. ”

"Then when it is born, the pony will be mine," the plaintiff said. "Right when you steal the seed to pay!"

"Here we go again. The defendant looked at Fahd and said. "Look, Lord Judge Chief, I'm in trouble! She doesn't like her horse herself, and lets it run around and breed whatever she wants. She is not good at managing her own livestock, but she is being paid for by others. ”

"Alright. Fahd silenced the two men, who were shouting at each other and thundering violently. "That's what I thought. I don't think it matters how our friend, this lady Ma's belly got bigger, so our focus is not here. However, Niermai's ** did this, and you both have no objection to this, right?"

Both nodded yes, and Deirdre snapped on the paper, making a rustling sound.

"Well, in that case, you two will make a deal. Fahd said. "You can keep the pony after it is born. He said to the accused. "If you want to breed it, you can do it. However, all the proceeds from the first six breeding sessions went to Niermai, and half of the money from the subsequent breeding was also given to her. ”

"Then he'll breed six times for free. The plaintiff said.

"Then let's take the breeding fee after the sixth as the average of the previous six. Fahd said. "In this way, if he tries to lie to you, he will shoot himself in the foot. Besides, if he takes ** to breed, just to steal your job, it won't be long before everyone will know. It's one thing to make money, it's another thing to make bad things out of honor. ”

"What if I don't want to make this deal with her?" the defendant asked.

"Then you can sell the foal to Niermai. Fahd said the defendant was ready to open his mouth to retort. "Yes, sell it to her. The elf preemptively said. "Take your horses to Murali and let him give them an estimate. He estimated as much as he could. Murali doesn't have a crush on either of you, so his estimate would be fair, okay?"

The two men carefully weighed the suggestion. In other words, they rack their brains to wonder if there would be another way to make one of them more unhappy than the other. In the end, they both seemed to come to the conclusion that they were both unhappy as well, and in the current situation, this is the best outcome. So they all nodded in agreement.

Deldiri wrote down the details of the case and the outcome of the trial, rolled up the parchment, and put it together with the other cases. Fahd watched the two leave, turned to the princess and said. "Interesting case, don't you think so?"

"It's really interesting. Deirdre said, smiling slightly. The smile was not at all like the one that the previous Chief Templar would have, like an ordinary girl. "Seeds left behind by accident can sometimes be really annoying. ”

Fahd shrugged and said with a smile. "I sense you mean something. To put it bluntly, I think I can afford it. ”

"The Mistara are retreating, and they are about to be completely defeated. The samurai at the front said that they had captured another huge city, and the pyre of the enemy's corpses had been burned for nine days. She said, sitting next to the elf and holding his hand. "We will soon take over the world. ”

"So?"

"I have heard that Lord Muhathir has given this world to your sister. Said the daughter of the Witch King Abela Chili, the former Chief Templar of Ram. "And I also heard that she was pregnant with the child of Master Muhadi. ”

"Where did you hear that? But it's true. Fahd looked at his wife with a warning look. "You're not trying to encourage me to do something, do you, my love, if you dare to suggest that, I'll strangle you with my own hands, and mourn your death every year. ”

"I share your reluctance to hurt her and her future children. Deirdre said sincerely. "But it occurred to me that maybe some people don't think the way we do. For example, a seed left behind by accident...... Disputes over inheritance can lead to a war, a terrible civil war between believers and believers. ”

"Well, I don't think Muhathir is the kind of person who would make such an accident. It wasn't meant to be disparaged, but they were all psychic warlocks a little ...... Odd. Fahd said, squeezing his wife's hand. "But what if something happens? It's just a child. ”

"I hope your sister thinks the same way, 'It's just a child'. ”

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Her ** was very pale, but firm and clearly recognizable. His fingers crossed in his tangled long hair, savoring the sweet scent that belonged to the other. In his psychiatic sense, which belonged to a psychic man, the smell was like a flowing painting, a soft song, a kiss that should be on both breasts.

Her bare skin was soft and cold, making his palms and fingertips tingle slightly, as if he had been electrocuted. Aisha's nails dug into the psychic mancer's trembling spine. Hugs, caresses, his, and hers. Her slender legs wrapped around his waist, trembling like leaves, and he reached out to caress them.

Then, he felt the other party's entanglement grow tighter and tighter, until it was almost impossible to breathe.

The Psychic awakened suddenly.

He was the only one in the tent, and there was no sign of the female psychomancer. The strange circle on the ground was still there, but it no longer glowed. There was a trail of blood in the center of the circle, which was the psychic mancer's own blood, which was necessary to complete the ritual.

Muhadi reached out and touched her side, still warm, indicating that she had just left. Everything that happened just now seems to be half dream, half reality, and it is difficult to distinguish between them.

He showed his ability to retrieve his robes, put them on quickly, and rushed out of his tent. The Psychic Warlock expanded his psionic perception to the maximum, and countless different thought fluctuations were distributed on the glacier, but there was no trace of a female Psychic Warlock.

She had left, Muhati realized.

The adventurers who had come from all over the world seemed to have rested and were ready to begin their assault on the fortress of Mephistophelis. The Psychic Warlock saw mages and warlocks dressed in a variety of gear, as well as other spellcasters, and warriors ready for battle. Balzebu, the locust lord, was not stingy, and he paid a large commission in advance to allow the adventurers to change their equipment. After all, the soul is the devil's currency, and gold and the like are of any use to an Archduke of Barthez other than to buy mortals?

Archduke Balzeb himself appeared in the distance, and unlike many people think, the Flying Locust Lord was nicknamed not because it looked like a bug, but because it was good at controlling others, making them look like locusts caught in a net.

The Psychic Warlock concentrates and reveals a divination ability. The results of ability feedback are vague and difficult to decipher, apparently hindered by counterspells or abilities.

Muhadi tried to control himself with the self-control of a psychic mancer, to remain calm and calm. But then he realized that most of his psionic skills had been learned from Lyra, and the thought made him dizzy.

He stopped where he was for a long time, and had no desire to act. Some adventurers saw him standing alone and stopped for a moment to observe, then shook their heads and left. The fluctuations of his abilities made those people reluctant to get into trouble.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard someone behind him calling his name.

Muhadi turned around and saw Sadili walking towards him in a black and white robe, wearing a hood. Wearing a pair of over-the-knee boots is perfect for the extremely cold climate of Kania.

"Mistress Satilly. The Psychic said to the mage.

"Lord Muhadi. The Coral Witch replied, she seemed to be much more energetic than yesterday, bringing a ray of warmth like the sun in the cold winter. "You look...... It seems to be colder than usual, and his face is expressionless. Did something happen?"

"There's nothing to worry about. ”

"I've heard that psychic manilocks, especially the most powerful, don't look much different from ordinary people, not because they have a lot of feelings, but because they're already good at disguised as ordinary people. Satili said, moving a little closer. And when they look expressionless and different from ordinary people, it shows that they have mixed feelings in their hearts, because they can't even care about disguise. ”

Muhathir shrugged, "I'm more inclined to think it's the weather, it's just too cold here." ”

"Kania is the coldest layer of Bato's Nine Prisons, that's right. Satili stood still, looking at the bustling adventurers. "But it shouldn't freeze the Psychic Warlock's facial muscles. ”

"Anyway, it's time for us to go. The Psychic Warlock turned back. "Are you and Kailin ready? If we want to find the wise men, this is the only way to take advantage of this opportunity to storm the fortress. ”

"We're ready. Sadiri replied. "Kaylin too, her injuries have healed. But there was no gear for her...... Otherworldly acolytes are too rare in Barto. ”

"I think so. Muhati nodded. "But it doesn't matter, she just has that flaming sword. And she can also support you with her magic skills. ”

"She'll support you too. ”

"Personally, I don't like to accept magic unless I have no other choice. The Psychic Warlock tilted his head and thought for a moment. "It's good that she doesn't serve a specific god...... Plus, I'm ready for battle. ”

"Where's Aisha, is she ready?"

"I'm afraid she won't be able to walk with us next. Muhati shrugged again, "She's gone." ”

"But, why?" said Sadili, surprised. "We're about to infiltrate a fortress of Archduke Barthez in search of the secret of our true name. What could be more important than this now?!"

"Trust me, I want to know too. The psychic replied. "Anyway, she told me she had to leave. But before leaving, she performed a strange ritual that she said would help us resist the negative effects of contact with the wise. ”

"And you just let her go? It's not like you. ”

"I can't fight her and force her to stay, can I?" said the Psychic Warlock. "In fact, I had no other choice. ”

Satili looked at him and nodded slowly. "Now I understand why you're in a bad mood...... She must mean a lot to you. ”

"I'm not in a bad mood. Muhadi blinked. "Whether you believe it or not......"

"You don't have to explain it to me, but if you want someone to talk to. I will always be with you. "But now, we have to do some extra preparations." ”

"What's that?"

"We don't want to storm the fortress of Mephistophelis and let Balzeb's devilish army take advantage. We must find a way to get rid of the guards there and then be able to shake off the other intruders who rushed in. Otherwise, I am afraid that the wise will fall into the hands of others—the unsuitable. Satili explained. "What are you going to do?"

"My plan consists mainly of improvisation. Mohathir said. "I'll be kind enough to ask them not to get in our way, and then leave. ”

"Good idea. Coral Witch said. "But I have a better idea. ”