Department of National Law, Office of the General Secretary-General.

Jiang Ningyun, who had not yet rested, had already received the announcement from His Royal Highness, but he did not immediately leave for the palace.

It was already night, and she was no longer wearing the full dress and short armor of the serious court, but still wearing a red robe and white trousers, and the long ponytail was tied behind her head, which was swaying with the horses under her.

"Your Excellency the General Director, Your Excellency of the Cadre Department is already waiting for you in the Dingfa Pavilion."

A subordinate rode his horse to report closely, Jiang Ningyun nodded, accompanied by his subordinate Kailu, kicked the horse's crotch behind his feet, and accelerated his speed and rushed forward.

Like the National Military Division, the National Law Department also has eight departments, namely "Qian, Kun, Zhen, Dui, Kan, Xun, Gen, and Li," which are under the jurisdiction of each department.

Among them, Duan Qingzhu, the lieutenant of the Kun Department, is actually the sister of Jiang Ningyun, the general secretary, and the puppet controlled by Concubine Jiang Keyin, each ministry has jurisdiction over several states in Simeng according to the region, except for one of the same exceptions.

The Retirement Department of the National Military Department does not engage in foreign wars, but takes the protection of the safety of the Son of Heaven as its own responsibility.

The cadres of the Department of State Law are also not in charge of any jurisdiction, and there is only one area under the supervision of this department.

The Pavilion of the Law.

Those who have committed serious crimes and are not immediately executed should be sent to the Cabinet of Laws, and only under the joint supervision of the General Director's Office and cadres can the disaster be stabilized.

The prisoners who have been beaten into this pavilion of the law have rarely heard of a time when they will see the light of day again.

"Lord General!"

In front of the cadre headquarters, the officers and soldiers of the Department of Justice had already lined up to welcome Jiang Ningyun's arrival, and she dismounted lightly, without dragging mud and waterways:

"What about the prisoner, have you been okay lately?"

A man who was waiting to come forward was a cadre lieutenant, and he bowed his head and said: "Your Excellency, the prisoner is not sick, but he has not spoken very much recently, and his subordinates have ordered someone to take him to change his clothes and bathe, and he is now waiting for the lord in the Dingfa Pavilion." ”

The underground of the general camp of cadres is the famous Dingfa Pavilion.

It was precisely by building such a general camp directly above the Dingfa Pavilion that the people of Siyang were a little relieved about this prison where the murderer was imprisoned.

If this is not the case, even if this place is already on the periphery of Siyang, it will definitely make people panic, and there is no benefit.

Jiang Ningyun nodded, and came to the gate of the Dingfa Pavilion behind the main camp, and behind the door was the long staircase leading to the underground.

The cadre lieutenant behind her was about to step forward to lead the way, but Jiang Ningyun raised his hand to stop him:

"No, just wait."

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The prison doesn't seem to have the appearance of a prison.

The first few floors were dimly lit by candlelight, heavily guarded, and damp.

But all the way to the fifth floor, as if entering the suddenly enlightened Taoyuan Township, what appeared in front of Jiang Ningyun was a rather oppressive large room.

Elegant incense, clean, wooden floors covered with bamboo mats.

If it was not the guards who stood at the gate of Dafang, but the servants of the subordinates, then the threshold that separated the large house from the long corridor of the Dingfa Pavilion was also removed, and this place was almost an ordinary, rich and noble family's study.

It's just that there is no wall that blocks the eyes of outsiders.

An old man with white hair and white beard was sitting quietly at the low table in the middle of the big room, and when he noticed Jiang Ningyun's arrival, he actually showed her a kind smile.

"Your Excellency, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Jiang Ningyun inadvertently frowned slightly, and soon recovered his emotionless face, stepped forward and bowed slightly, and after a pause, he spoke:

"Lord Director-General, His Highness has a decree to summon the Third Division, if you are ready, you can enter the palace with me."

After a pause, she added:

"You are still a key criminal in the Dingfa Pavilion, and I will personally escort you all the way, if you are offended, I hope you can Haihan."

The old man's eyebrows rose slightly, and the smile on his face remained unchanged:

"How come, the Lord General is dedicated to his duties, he is really a model of the three divisions, Wen Mou has been a fool of you for decades, I am really ashamed."

The two guards presented the flail to Jiang Ningyun, she looked at the old man in front of her, and leaned the flail on the other party's wrist.

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"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the huge grizzly bear swayed and fell to the slush with its bloodied body.

Yu Taiming looked around vigilantly, and his soldiers had already formed several battle formations, and at the same time surrounded and killed three or four demonic beasts that were unsealed and released by him one by one.

But there are still many demonic beasts resting in that valley.

It was impossible to get around, not to mention what would happen if they continued to march, if this group of demonic beasts suddenly woke up and attacked the troops from the rear, it would be a huge loss, even if they didn't attack the troops, breaking down the White Blue Mountain and rushing into the Aquila City, it would be an unimaginable disaster.

If you can deal with it now, it's better to deal with it first.

Thinking so, with the magic seal in his hand, he slapped it in the direction of the two giant wolves in front of him, and the giant wolf suddenly seemed to have recovered from petrification, shook off the snow on his body, and roared.

"Ready, up!"

His soldiers once again formed their formation, ready to besiege the newly awakened beast.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he frowned slightly, rushed to the ground, and raised his hand to stop the soldiers.

"Stand back!"

His command was not loud, but it was effective.

The soldiers stopped, but the two wolves did not stop, and pounced on him from left to right.

But Tang Taiming's attention was obviously not on the two demon wolves, he seemed to be listening intently to what sound, casually raised his right hand in the shape of a sword finger, raised it to the two demon wolves, and suddenly pointed down at the ground.

"Fall!"

There were two loud bangs, as if an invisible giant hammer in the air had hit two demon wolves, and they suddenly let out a painful wail and were pressed to the ground, and the forelimbs that were still running were even crushed to the joints.

But even though they fell to the ground, the two giant wolves still went crazy and scraped the ground with their hind legs, trying their best to get up again and pounce on them.

Even with such a big movement, Yu Taiming's attention still did not waver.

Suddenly, as if he had finally caught his prey, he suddenly raised his head, slapped his hands on his chest with his hands wide open and closed, and shouted angrily:

"Come here!"

A violent storm arose, and in the depths of the valley that Tai Ming was staring at, a pale light suddenly lit up, and a figure seemed to be thrown into the air as if it had been thrown out vigorously, dancing in a panic with its hands and feet.

Then a terrible birdsong sounded, and the figure stopped in mid-air strangely, and then was suddenly thrown in a place where there was nowhere to borrow strength, and smashed in front of the tower.

It was a West Asian man, a West Asian wearing the armor of the Knights of the National Church, who was looking at Tan Tai Ming with a frightened face and disbelief at the moment.

He couldn't believe that in this inexplicable deep mountain, why would Simeng arrange such a strong person?

After a brief moment of consternation, the West Asian gritted his teeth and raised his right hand as if he had suddenly seen death.

"I thought—"

As soon as he spit out two words, there was a terrible sound of wind, and his right hand was cut off in the air at the moment, and he was immediately firmly grasped by the Tai Ming.

It was a bizarre, glowing nail, engraved with runes similar to those around the beasts.

Tan Taiming immediately understood that this person's plan was to release all the demonic beasts here and directly kill the Simeng army here.

"You!"

The West Asians' eyes were round, and their chests were full of anger.

Such an opponent, no matter what, should also be dealt with by the regiment commander or deputy regiment commander, why is it here?

Why did you let yourself stand up?

Tang Taiming grabbed the rune nail with his left hand, and immediately grabbed the throat of the West Asian soldier with his right hand, smashed the opponent's thigh bone directly with one knee, and ignored the other party's cry like killing a pig, lowered his head and said coldly:

"Life is your own, not the church's."

"I ask, you answer."

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