Riley's father stood on the outskirts of the square and looked as far as the eye could see, and the little figure was pulled straight all at once, and the people erupted in earth-shattering cheers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He was a little dazed and a little cold in his heart, and he asked the people around him who were excited and cheered, what do you have to be happy about?

The man replied to him, and everyone else was happy, and I was happy too, and besides, a golden nobleman had died!

Riley's father was still at a loss, his heart was empty, he turned around and walked to the base of the city wall, Vito bought them a two-story house at the edge of the Silver Ring District, more than one hundred and sixty gold coins, which was an astronomical sum that Riley's father and his family could hardly earn in a lifetime. He has now become the envy of everyone in the imperial capital, not only living in a house in the Silver Ring District, but also a deposit certificate of two hundred gold coins in his hand, as well as a relatively idle and expensive job.

But he just couldn't be happy, because all this was bought with his daughter's life.

How much is a human life worth?

Philosophers and thinkers will tell the general public that human life is precious, priceless, and cannot be weighed by the world's foul-smelling coins.

In fact, human life has a price.

The lives of the nobles in the high ranks were expensive, ranging from a few dollars to tens of thousands of gold coins. People at the bottom of society like Riley's father and Miss Riley, their lives are low, in fact, the price of a few gold coins. In this way, in fact, Riley's father made a profit, and the girl with only a few gold coins sold it for a high price of hundreds of gold coins, and he should have made hundreds of times the profit, it should be.

I don't know why, but Riley's daddy's heart is cold, and it's not a good deal. Human life does have a price, but hope is priceless!

He walked on the streets of the Imperial Capital's Silver Ring District with unconscious legs every time, staring ahead with blank eyes and no focus, hundreds of gold coins bought his hope, his future, and everything he had.

His legs were like lead, his gait was staggering, he stumbled, and the oncoming pedestrians on the road avoided the old man who was not quite right. There was no sympathy or doubt in their eyes, only indifference, indifference, and indifference.

The more prosperous the place, the thicker the invisible walls between people, I don't know who said this, it's not bad at all.

He asked for leave from the junior cadres at his place of work, and after getting approval, he wandered aimlessly through the streets. His job was to watch the gates, to see the gates of the court, thirty-five silver coins a month, and to work half a day a day. He didn't know why he couldn't raise any motivation, and in the sentry box at the entrance of the court, he was sitting on pins and needles.

Pedestrians on the road were discussing Sebis's death, as well as the amended laws and charters, but no one ever mentioned Riley. Riley is like a gust of wind passing through the world, leaving no trace, blowing and then disappearing without a trace.

Unwilling!

His empty eyes gradually became ruthless, and he was really unwilling, and his daughter, who had been raised for more than ten years, left this world so inexplicably. was first insulted by the little beast named Sebis, and then humiliated in public by the father of the little brute Sebis, the old brute Vito, in public, and finally forced her to death. It shouldn't be just that little brute who is hanged today, his father should also be hanged.

Riley's father clenched his fists, his chest aching and he slowly crouched down against the roadside wall, holding his legs and burying his head, gasping for breath, like a seriously ill patient with a short life.

The indifferent pedestrians didn't even think of greetings, and instead walked faster as they passed by.

Time passed little by little, the sky gradually darkened, and night fell. The streetlights on the side of the road began to brighten up, illuminating the entire Silver Ring as if it were daytime. Every day, just to dispel the darkness, the street lamps consume a staggering amount of Tiberium hedrons. Like other big capitals in the world, the lighting project has always been a loss-making business, but in order to boast of prosperity, the government still needs to pay such a fee.

The curfew in Silver Ring is at 11 p.m., and after 11 p.m. you need to carry proof of your household registration to the streets, and if you are identified as a suspicious object, you can be imprisoned, ranging from a few days to several years. However, since the implementation of the new revised code, everything has become a little fairer and more equitable, at least it will not be inexplicably getting up to go to the toilet and being locked up in a black prison for a few years.

Riley's father was an honest man, and after dark he stood up, rubbed his sore ass and legs, and walked in the direction of "home" step by step. Every step is so resolute, and every step is so desolate.

"The head of the house is back?", Riley's mother had already prepared the evening's meal, a not-so-sumptuous dinner, wheat porridge and a few black breads, and a few slices of prosciutto that were a little too brightly colored. In fact, even if they eat better, they can afford it with their existing savings and Riley's father's salary, but after a lifetime like this, she can't change if she is suddenly asked to change.

The woman was a virtuous woman, and she laid out all the meals and wiped the water stains on her hands. "The head of the house came to wash his hands, did the work go well today?"

Riley's father washed his hands casually, picked up a piece of black bread of whole wheat and took a hard bite, and swallowed the thick wheat kernel porridge, "Today I went to see that little beast executed." He made a clattering chewing sound in his mouth, which is also where many nobles despise commoners the most, and making this sound itself is a very impolite and uncultivated performance. However, the commoners thought that this kind of food was "fragrant" and they enjoyed it.

Riley's mother's face froze, and the bread in her hand was put down, and she put her hands on her legs, and lowered her face, "Is it painful for him to die?"

Riley's father shook his head, "It's not painful, it's all at once, and I didn't even struggle." The pathos on his face couldn't be dissolved, he sighed heavily, sniffed, revealing a hint of suppressed madness, "This is not over!"

Riley's mother pursed her lips and nodded vigorously, "Well, it's not over. ”

After eating, the old husband and wife did not speak, and sat side by side on the bed under the dim oil lamp, staring blankly at the dark night outside the door. It wasn't until late at night, when everything was quiet, that Riley's father made a move. He blew out the oil lamp, lay down on the bed, turned over to the wall, and muttered, "Sleep." ”

After a night of silence, the next morning, Riley's father changed into the good clothes he wore when he got married, and dressed himself up neatly and beautifully. From the moment he stepped out of the house, he didn't expect to come back.

The family's savings and savings were transferred to the relatives in the countryside, and the two of them had nothing to worry about.

Riley's dad walked straight into Vito's office with a document in his hand, placing the paper in his palm on Vito's desk, who frowned at the man about his own age. Because of their status, identity, power, and the different living environments they bring, there is a huge gap in appearance between two men who are almost the same age. Vito looked to be in his early forties, with meticulously combed hair, well-dressed clothes, and no wrinkles visible on his snow-white and clean face.

On the other hand, Riley's father, who didn't know, thought he was in his sixties. The skin was rough and dull, wrinkled one after another, and the hair and stubble were gray.

Vito stopped what he was doing, glanced at the file bag on the desk, and was silent for a moment before asking, "What is this?"

Riley's father's teeth bared, revealing his yellow and blackened teeth, and there was a faint smell of bad breath, "Materials, materials for lawsuits." ”

Vito's heart jumped, he took the file bag and opened it and glanced at it, there were only two thin pieces of paper, "Who are you going to sue?"

"You!"

In ancient China, in another world, according to the different regulations of each dynasty, the civil prosecutor first had to go through a round of beating, then detention, and finally it was not necessarily possible. Many of the people who complained about the officials died tragically in prison in the end, and they were not given a chance to go to court at all. As soon as a person dies, the lawsuit will naturally be stopped.

Here, in the Orlando Empire, there are similar rules, and they are even more stringent.

Commoners duel with the nobles, stabbing one arm and one foot before they are eligible to fight the nobles. Commoners denounce nobles, first of all, commoners are defined as mobs until the case is closed, and not only have to be flogged in public, but also have to break off several teeth as a price. As for whether they can win in the end and whether they will go through the process, it depends on the intentions of the nobles and whether the nobles who are accused have any enemies.

Although Empress Pars amended the Code and Charter, her own will was not for the sake of fairness and justice. The interrogation process for crimes committed by nobles should not be initiated by civilians, but directly by the prosecutor's office, as in the case of Sebis. Riley's dad crossed these procedures and chose the toughest way.

Vito laughed, he casually threw the thin file bag on the table, leaned back, raised his chin arrogantly, and looked at Daddy Riley with contempt in his eyes, "Sue me?"

Riley's father nodded vigorously, "Yes!"

"Do you know the consequences?"

He nodded again, "Yes!"

After a moment of silence, the contemptuous smile on Vito's face retracted and became gloomy, "Who asked you to come?"