The words mixed in with laughter in her ears were sharp and like wailing, and Agnes couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the woman covered in blood in front of her.

She reached out and struck the back of the woman's head with one hand as she subconsciously dodged, and the other quickly grabbed the woman's falling body.

"Nightingale." Agnes called out a little helplessly.

"Ma'am," a faint ripple spread, and Nightingale reached out and took the woman's body from Agnes' hand, "do you want to take her with you?" ”

Agnes nodded slightly, her eyes swept over the wisps of blood-red and increasingly vivid black flowers in her hands, and she couldn't help but sigh.

"Although my original intention was to kill her...... Or ...... like to Lunn," Angnes looked at the woman's still flat belly and couldn't help but sigh again, "but add another life that has not yet come to this world......"

"Do you feel pity?" Nightingale asked.

Agnes was silent for a moment, then couldn't help but sigh again.

"No......" Agnes shook her head, "it's just...... No, you don't. ”

Without hesitation, Agnie stopped the topic and asked instead, "Where is the gentleman with the 'wolf snow' in his hand now?" ”

"He's in ...... with his partner The curses had left the city of Byam when they began, and were now heading for Olavi Island by boat. Nightingale replied.

"Olawe Island?" Agnes raised her eyebrows slightly, "He's heading east......"

Agnes glanced at the woman in Nightingale's arms and whispered, "We're going there too." ”

......

"I don't want to lie and cheat, I admit I took 63 pounds of potatoes, but that's only because of poverty." The ragged man stared closely at the young judge sitting on it and said loudly.

"Mr. Brand hired me who had been expelled from the guild and gave me a new job, and I am grateful to him," the man exclaimed, "but my wife, my son, and my daughter could not wait any longer!" ”

The man leaned forward with some excitement, causing the chains on his body to rattle.

"Will you reconcile with him?" The young prosecutor asked, looking at the businessman to the side.

"I don't want to." The merchant shook his head almost without hesitation, glanced at the man and said.

"If I don't steal, they'll die soon! Am I going to watch them die? ”

The guards on the side stepped forward and pulled back the man who had almost rushed forward, leaving white marks on the man's somewhat dark limbs.

The young prosecutor looked at the chaotic situation below for a moment, then came back to his senses and tapped lightly on the table before the others noticed.

"William Delson's theft of potatoes is clear and the evidence is sufficient, and he was convicted of theft, and William Delson was sentenced to a month of hard labor in a correctional institution and the return of the proceeds of the theft in accordance with the law of the law of the Kingdom of Fenerport......"

The sound of a cone was heard, and the young prosecutor saw the struggling man stop his movements, look at himself, and then bow and salute.

"How did it feel to go to court for the first time?" Lord Bartlet looked at the brown-haired and blue-eyed youth in his twenties and asked with a hint of a smile, "Prosecutor Pagni." ”

"Honestly, not very well, Archon Bartlet," the young prosecutor smiled wryly and shook his head a little helplessly, "the first case made me hesitate. ”

"That 63-pound potato theft?" Lord Bartlett raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is it because of the lack of evidence, or because of ......?"

"No, it's neither," the young prosecutor shook his head, "because the man's background brings back some memories for me." ”

Lord Bartlet did not speak, but looked at the young prosecutor.

"When I helped my father abolish the guild system," the young prosecutor whispered with a look of reminiscence, "I was told of ways to break up the guilds, to establish a labor organization that would organize the guild's helpers, to buy off the guild's craftsmen through some interests outside the guild, and to build momentum for its abolition through newspapers, rumors, and even citizen protests. ”

"The ...... that really does it The focus is on the latter two approaches. Lord Bartlet said in an affirmative tone.

"Yes," the young prosecutor nodded, "the first method is not very well implemented because of many factors. ”

As if thinking of something, he spoke in a very soft voice: "There is a lot of resistance, and my father has almost completely abandoned this part. ”

Lord Bartlett chuckled inexplicably, and asked, "I'm a little curious about the person who told you these methods. ”

The young prosecutor did not speak, and with the help of the attendants removed the cloak from his shoulders and put his staff aside.

"She's gone Fenerport." The young prosecutor said calmly, his gaze looking at the guitar that had been carefully placed in the closet, and his face was somewhat complicated.

Lord Bartlet's gaze followed the young prosecutor, as if he was just curious, "What kind of instrument is this?" ”

The young prosecutor retracted his gaze and whispered, "Guitar." ”

"I suspect that many of these cases have been 'hand-picked' by the people of those families, who have been confronted with today's trial," the young prosecutor said, changing the subject with a hint of sarcasm. ”

"'Treason,' 'Felony,' 'Misdemeanor,'" the sneer on the young prosecutor's lips was barely concealed, "the cases of counterfeit currency, the murder of her husband by a wife, the suicides, the rapes, the robberies, and the thefts they chose me,"

"It's really picking cases in full accordance with the law of public security." The young prosecutor said bluntly.

"They are judging your inclination by your verdict in these cases," said Lord Bartlet, with a smile, "just as your verdict on this theft is undoubtedly much lighter than the judgments of the previous Quarter Courts, and they can tell your attitude that you are not the kind of person who would defend the law with everything in your might. ”

"I just think that so many, so wide range of acts deserve to be punished with the loss of life......" The young prosecutor paused for a long time before continuing: "It is our problem to let citizens steal at least 5 lira and be sentenced to death." ”

Lord Bartlet's gaze fixed on the young prosecutor's gray-blue eyes for a long time before he nodded.

"I'm glad you said that," he said to the young prosecutor with a slight smile, "Mr. Pagni." ”