One person moved, ten people moved, these people were originally keen to coax people who didn't like to use their brains, not to mention that they were faced with a group of women, children and children who knew that they were poor and helpless at a glance, and those girls who were elated because they saw the poor and weak being bullied cheering and cheering behind, the male members of the "Care and Save Women's Federation" immediately surrounded the little female workers of the silk reeling factory who were going to make offerings to Santa Sina, and scolded these people who were struggling to survive in a foreign land, "Little girly skin who does not abide by women's morals! "Get out of here!" "Family is where you belong!"

The moment the red-haired former nun Grirrel stepped out of the hotel with a flask filled with wine, she saw such a lawless and bullying situation.

If it had been when she had just joined the new government, she would probably have slammed the jug on the head of the thin man in the lead, and then stammered with them angrily, but she had been working for many years now, and was no longer the girl who had just come out of the convent's cage and was eager to change the world (well, sometimes excited) and knew a little about the situation of the people. Knowing how the jug of wine in her arms had been bought by the girls under working age with the money she had saved and scraped together, she did not step forward to do so, but took a whistle from her bosom and blew it with all her might.

"There's a whistle!" A group of government workers passing by a nearby street and dressed up for the feast of Santa Sina immediately rushed to see what was going on, and at the front of them was Emily, the former Queen's lady-in-waiting, now Probationary Judge.

She was wearing a long black tweed jacket with double rows of silver buttons and a white silk shirt underneath. It is adorned with a silver unicorn statue and a black leather belt. On his belt is a short sword with a black sharkskin sheath with a silver handle, and black trousers and boots underneath. Her blonde hair was tied up with a black ribbon at the back of her head, and she was dressed in silver and black, which was the new design of the Queen's judge's uniform—strictly speaking, though she had a history of learning and popularizing the law to her kind, and was far from qualified to wear it—but at the festival there were many wealthy people and foreign businessmen who came to watch, and it was a good time for advertising—how could the tailoring industry spare such a handsome model—so she put on the uniform of a full-fledged judge as a temporary probationary judge, Riding a horse, he led the court staff to the central square to participate in the celebration of the feast of Santa Cina.

When she saw what was happening, her eyes lit up with anger: "Stop! You are breaking the law by doing so! ”

At that time, her companions were not a step behind her because there were no horses. She faced the group of fanatics alone.

However, her movements are faster than her words.

The first to be struck by her horse was the young man who claimed that if he were king, she would make a law for all women to go home, and then she caught the horse's body and struck the thin man with her sheathed sword on the head of the thin man, who had seen the form clearly but had not had time to retreat, so that he rolled to the side with his head in his arms, and then the scabbard turned in a different direction, and impartially slapped the sharp silver ornaments on it in the face of the third fellow - the pirate's daughter, just as her father had taught her, In the case of fewer to many. Either they don't hit anyone, or they shoot and they fight to the death - and the rabble, as her father expected, were frightened by her momentum. They all fled.

"Woo woo, how can you hit someone? I'm going to sue you! "When other court staff arrived one after another, they began to calm the frightened Miss Harty and the others. The thin man regained his senses a little and began to cry.

"Sue me? I am the judge. Emily was on her horse. With one hand on the waist and the other hand on the short sword, it is majestic. After all, she has followed the great demon king who does all kinds of evil and is inferior to XX all the year round, and it can be said that the sentence "the law is a tool of the ruling class" can be said to be reversed - some legal people in the 21st century are keen to propagate that "the law is sacred" and "no matter how ridiculous the law is, the people must obey it", but the great demon king never felt that drawing a cross with one more or less finger would be burned to death. What is sacred and must be obeyed by the law that is stoned to death for rape - on the contrary, an authoritarian patriarchal society has enacted a law that "it is the woman's fault that she should be stoned to death" and enforced in modern society is a full illustration of how the law acts as a tool of the ruler.

Not only did the Great Demon King know this, but he also did it this way - when she had just crossed over, when she was still the ruling class of the Church, she glared at the "no meat during Lent" many times, and when she turned over, hum, who wouldn't buy the Lent pork that her bishop had collected for the opening fee, hum.

After staying for a long time in the side of such an authoritarian and domineering great demon king who does not know what the sacred law is and is specifically merciful to criminals, the result of hearing and seeing, coupled with the previous pirate family style, Emily does not mind at all about her multi-talented, being a judge and a magistrate, as for the thin man and others who are pumped all over the floor by her, it is already for the sake of them or Neustrian with her chin.

Having said that, with such a pirate father, and with such a demon king, His Majesty, who was either a butcher-turned-bishop or a chief of staff who was busy calculating people all day long, it would be incredible if Emily was dogmatic.

The most seriously injured that day was not the three unlucky people who bore the brunt of the brunt of the pirate's daughter, but the two girls who had just followed the coaxing to "kill those cheap women", and the fleeing rabble rushed down them and trampled on them one by one, making them really hurt a lot.

Emily is dismissive of the "panic" statement: "My horses know not to step on people. "It's true that her horses jump over obstacles, and the street isn't so narrow that the men have to knock down and trample the girls to escape.

But in the hearts of those who shout "women should all go home" without thinking about how they will make ends meet after they lose their income when they return home, are women human?

Apparently not.

Even if they don't see themselves as human beings, how can they expect others to treat them as human beings? (To be continued......)