A group of madmen, robbed a group of saints. This doesn't happen very often, so there is a certain amount of congestion on the roads.

People stopped and watched the rare hilarity. Generally speaking, when the Saints are attacked, there will be someone to protect them, even the people of the Inquisition will lend a hand.

However, this time is a little special ... Those who attack the Descendants are themselves Descendants. They have the same blood and are equal in jurisprudence.

Even if one of them is crazy. The mad saints are still saints. Jesse and the others will of course carry escorts or something, even if it is wartime and manpower is tight.

To be precise, especially in wartime, the garrison around the Saints will be stronger. According to the Inquisition, the more difficult the situation, the more attacks were placed against the Descendants.

But the guards who followed Jesse out of the city were stopped by a knife at this moment. Steward, no, Vice President Jeff, carrying a knife, stopped dozens of guards.

Smack - the captain of the guard drew the horsewhip in his hand, pointed at Jeff and scolded,

"Idiot, don't you want to die?" If these madmen are allowed to attack the Saints, they will not be able to eat and walk around!

The Saint Family has 10,000 ways to kill them! Under the sun there will be darkness. However, Jeff still stood in front of many of the guards because of the knife in his hand.

The long knife was unsheathed, and Jeff showed the badge on the knife to the crowd. The coat of arms of the Jager family?

No... It's scarier than that. The deputy chief of guard said in a low voice,

"It's General Ponge's badge..."The chief of the guard, who was originally extremely anxious and eager to save people's hearts, instantly calmed down.

Ponger, these two words, carry too much. The most legendary legion commander in the history of the Divine State, the executioner who executed the Last Judgment, the man with the most blades of the Holy Descendants, he conquered the most lands for the Divine State... A third of the guards had served under Ponge.

They will never admit their mistake. To offend the Saint Family, or to offend General Ponga? For those who have a career in the legion, this multiple-choice question is not difficult to do.

After the chief of the guard calmed down, he began to think about another question: "Why is General Ponger's knife in the hands of a steward?" His gaze looked over Jeff to the chaotic scene, and found the most conspicuous glimmer of gold.

The gold was even a little glaring. Ryan Jager. Like Ponge, he is from the Yager family, and he was once an incomparably dazzling rising star, but after nearly four years of madness, few people in the Divine State have mentioned his name.

The last time I saw this name was on the advertising board of the newspaper. This is General Ponger's favorite junior?

The head of the guard's mind came alive. He rolled over and dismounted, threw his weapon on the ground, walked over to Jeff, and handed him a pinch of tobacco.

This is the most polite way to greet God.

"No, Master Ryan doesn't like the smell of tobacco." Jeff rejected the other party's kindness, and was even a little wary.

What does the other person want?

"Our errand is ruined, and we may not even be able to save our lives." … The head of the guard smiled helplessly.

Such a thing happened, and no matter what, they could not escape the responsibility of dereliction of duty. After Jeff's face showed sympathy, the chief guard struck while the iron was hot,

"We all have families, we just want to live... So I thought, maybe you can help us poor people," Jeff was helpless, too,

"I'm afraid I won't be able to help you." The threat to them is the wrath of the Saint Family.

Only the real big guys can shelter these guys. General Ponga only needs one sentence to make the Saint Family stop the subsequent revenge and punishment.

It's a pity that Jeff is not General Pong.

"No, no, no, you can help us." The chief of the guard hurriedly said the method he had just thought of,

"All you need to do is hire us as a guard at St. Peter's Sanatorium!" As long as they join St. Peter's Sanatorium, even if they work under Ryan, they can be regarded as being protected by Ponger.

It's the only way to survive.

"This...."Jeff was a little stunned for a moment. Young Master Ryan beat up the Saints, and as a result, the guards of the Saints wanted to join Master Ryan instead?

What's wrong with this world, are you crazy?

"2 meters." Ryan tackled an opponent by moving bricks. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Picking up the white coat from the ground and draping it over his body, Ryan walked over to the chief guard and repeated,

"2 meters per month." He heard the conversation just now. Ryan felt that it was not appropriate for the vice president to talk about such an important matter.

It needs to be stepped in by him, the dean. The chief of the guard was a little embarrassed,

"If you only pay this salary...", this price is too low.

"4 meters a month!" Ryan corrected.

"You pay the sanatorium, we don't raise idlers!" Chief Guard: ...... Before Ryan's price could be raised to 5 meters, the chief of the guard hurriedly agreed.

Ryan reached out and shook the head of the guard to make a hiring deal. He held the other party's hand tightly and said seriously,

"You don't have any apples to eat!" Chief Guard: ??? Ryan added,

"Unless you're sick, you can't have apples to eat." With that, Ryan took off his white coat and returned to the battlefield, striking hard at the Saints.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of the guard's mouth, and the last trace of illusion in his heart was shattered. He originally thought that this young master Lane might be pretending to be crazy and stupid, waiting for the opportunity to rise again, and then he was looked at differently by General Ponger... For this reason, the chief of the guard even did not hesitate to take a gamble, betraying his original Saint family, joining the other party, and completely binding himself to Ryan.

Now it seems... The bet was lost. The chief of the guard was incredibly sure of one thing: Ryan was crazy.

... On the same avenue, the carriage carrying Ludon was also advancing, but it was blocked on the road.

"What's going on?" Lutden sent an adjutant to investigate the situation. Soon, the adjutant trotted all the way back, and with the adjutant came back twelve or thirteen grizzled fellows, and Jeff steward, who had accompanied him to clean up the aftermath.

… The young talents of these saint families were looted and beaten into pigs' heads. If it hadn't been for the arrival of Ludon's lieutenant, their fate would have been even worse.

Hearing the adjutant's report, Ludon was a little surprised,

"You're fighting madmen?"

"It's not a fight!" Jesse, who had scratches on his face, corrected,

"We were beaten by madmen!" In this matter, Jesse is right! He is a saint, he is a victim, and the Holy Law is on his side!

Lu Deng nodded slightly, and said solemnly,

"The nature of this attack on the Holy Descent is very bad, especially in this special period, what is your name, Jesse, well, rest assured, I will definitely make a just ruling that is in line with the Holy Code!" With Luden, the tribune, Jesse's anger calmed down somewhat.

He didn't say much, but watched quietly, wanting to see how Ludon would give a fair ruling.

Luton invited fellow university scholar six and asked modestly,

"Forgive me, wise man, for my doubts, according to the Holy Law, when the Holy Descendants are attacked, what punishment should the attackers receive?" Scholar Six asked,

"Are there any saints who have died?"

"As you can see, no."

"The identity of the attacker?"

"Saints, too." University scholar six gave the most professional advice,

"That's easy, just put them in St. Peter's Sanatorium!" Jessie:??? He cried out discontentedly,

"But they were originally from St. Peter's Sanatorium!"

"Shut up!" The scholar reprimanded,

"We're talking about a vicious attack on the Saints, don't do anything to try to interfere with the University Scholars, unless you want to spend the night in the dungeon of the Inquisition!" All the Saints fell silent.

Lifelong scholars have the right to interpret the sacred law, and in this matter, no offense of any degree is allowed.

"Very well, thanks for the suggestion, I think I can make the right verdict." Luden said seriously,

"All attackers must be locked up in St. Peter's Sanatorium until they receive a discharge certificate." Jesse's face was full of dissatisfaction and anger, and he shouted in protest,

"You're covering!" Hospitalization of patients? Equivalent to no punishment!

"Oh, the plaintiff is not happy with the outcome of the trial." Ignoring Jesse, Ludon looked at everyone and asked,

"Is anyone unhappy with the ruling?" Jesse was the first to take the lead and raise his hand, and under his leadership, half of them raised their hands.

The remaining half of the people, their elders have repeatedly warned them about one thing: don't mess with Luden! They wake up every morning and hear this phrase, and at night before going to bed, they hear it.

Don't mess with Luden! That guy... More heresy than the Inquisition! The reverence for Ludon has been engraved in the bones of some saints.

"You know, their madmen may be contagious, otherwise why would they be locked up in St. Peter's sanatorium?" Hearing Ludon say this, Jesse's face was already a little ugly.

Ludon changed his mind,...

"All the Saints who disagree with the verdict may be insane, we need the most accurate diagnosis. Send them to St. Peter's Sanatorium, and if Dean Lane says they're crazy, leave them in the hospital. Tell Dean Ryan that each person has a treatment fee of 30,000 meters per year, and he must not leave patients in the hospital for the sake of Miso, the health of patients is more important than anything else, and a qualified director will never violate his conscience. "Jeff doesn't know what to say anymore... If Mr. Ludon hadn't mentioned the matter of 30,000 meters, Master Lane might have driven away this group of obnoxious guys.

After Mr. Ludon mentioned it, these guys don't want to be discharged from the hospital in their lives. Hearing Lu Deng's ruling, the faces of everyone who had just raised their hands turned white, like falling into an ice cave!

From heaven to hell, it's only one step away! One raised his hand and ruined their lives! If they really were sent to St. Peter's sanatorium ... You might as well kill them!

The university scholar on the side echoed the road,

"I'm not a doctor, but I think you have a point."

"You don't have the right to do that! Luden! Bastard! You can't do this! A descendant who had read a little bit stepped forward and emphasized,

"After the bell rings, the Divine State enters a period of war, and during the war, the authority of the tribune will be withdrawn!" That is, Ludon has no right to treat them like this!

"That's right!" Like grasping at a life-saving straw, Jesse gritted his teeth and said,

"Maybe those civilians and citizens will eat your set, but we won't, never!" If they do what Ludon says, they're out of luck!

There is no future! Their only hope was that the tribune was special enough to prevent him from having much power in wartime and not being able to rule over the saints.

Only in this way can they escape and continue to live their own lives.

"Well said, don't say it next time." Lutten shook his head with a smile, and even the university scholar six beside him smiled.

Ludon is a fluent believer in the Holy Codex, and knows better what kind of authority he has in what situations.

He's a natural lawyer! Talking to Ludon about the Holy Law? The class gate got an axe, and it belongs to yes. Ludon asked rhetorically,

"Who says I'm ruling in my capacity as a tribune?" Jesse was stunned, isn't it a tribune? What is that?

A warm-hearted, fair passerby? Who but the Tribune has the authority to make such a ruling against the Saints?

Justice? University scholars? Director of the Inquisition? Luton did not answer the question. He just smiled contemptuously, threw down a signed decree, returned to his carriage, and drove away with the people.

"If you have anything else, talk to the Inquisition and the Senate." Luton had more important things to do, and he didn't have time to make a small fuss with them.

Jesse picked up the piece of paper and read it quickly. He looked at the signature on the last line of the decree and fell into a daze, like a sculpture.

"Hey, hey, what's on the paper?" When his companion saw Jesse's appearance, he couldn't help but step forward and snatch the decree from his hand.

There is a scribbled signature on the decree: Ludon Y. Wegood. It's normal, it's a decree signed by Luden, who else could it be but his name?

However, there was a slight change in the title before the signature. Everyone repeatedly made sure that they had not misread the contents of the paper.

It reads: Dictator - Ludon Y. WeGood...