Saint

Chapter 1: rookie prosecutor

Volume I the capital of pride order It is dormant in the odyrans mountains, a vast and desolate land. The walls made of huge and white rocks are its periphery. Under the blessing of divine power, even in the worst weather, there is no trace of filth on it. Three brownish red Roman style big round top towers stand in the middle of the square in the shape of "goods". The walls made of neat and square red bricks are inlaid with rows of top half arc windows. Various kinds of biological statues with strange shapes are surrounded by the outer fence of the roof. The semicircle arches let the whole building coagulate a thick atmosphere. The slender cable bridge connects the towers from the air, forming the whole main hall. The statues of the twelve apostles are distributed around the main hall. Unlike those of the same kind far away in the holy city square, they have been given armor, holding swords or hammers, and posing a war posture. The wide carpet with scarlet inlaid with silver edge has been paved from the steps in front of the door to the prayer table. The huge ten shaped banner of sword and hammer is painted and hung on twenty-four carved columns. The mural with orange as the key is painted all over the half arch of the ceiling, the sinking sun, the purple clouds, the defeated aliens, the human beings crawling on the ground, praying to the sky, and the countless disciples with wings. The light of the morning comes through the windows made of colorful glass, forming light pillars, pouring into them. Just the scene in front of us is enough to make the not devout believers kneel down with tears in their eyes and confess their depravity towards the seal of light hanging on the main wall. Repression, majesty and sanctity are the first impression it gives every newcomer. Of course, if it doesn't have that looming, as if it comes from the deepest part of the earth, which contains endless pain and despair, it's true. The heresy court is the name of this place. Bishop Roland frowned and walked slowly down the wet steps. The air was full of water vapor and earthy smell, which made his nose very uncomfortable. The thick moss on the wall, nourished by the humidity, from time to time scratched a green slime on the gorgeous robe of the bishop. If it wasn't for the Pope's edict, he is still in the Church of the holy city, enjoying the reverence and worship of the Christians. No one is willing to deal with the sadists in the courthouse, even as a bishop. The strange shape of the underground water prison is covered with dry blood torture tools. Roland recognized for a long time, but also only recognized the iron maiden, nail basket and other types. It seems that sadists have invented many new things. These monsters made of wood and iron just look at them and feel painful. It's hard to imagine that someone could have been tortured by these things for half a year without repentance. "Praise my Lord, I would rather choose ten times of fire than close an hour here." Roland said in his heart, but immediately regretted the unlucky idea. Through the torture chamber, in the deeper underground, rows of iron chains bound, immersed in the water in wooden cages, lay many pagans with terrible wounds. Without those howls and low curses, Roland really thought that there were only corpses in front of him. But someone is an exception. In the cage at the corner, the middle-aged man with his upper body bare leans against the edge of the cage. Under the flickering shimmer of the wall torch, the pale skin reflects the light of metal. "Leo Angertes." Roland stopped at a distance of ten steps, "or call you the cardinal, the most honorable thief of the whole Anno identity. Of course, in front of the throne of the seal of light, all dignities and arrogance are equally humble." Leo raised his head with difficulty, barely showing a mocking smile, and perhaps wanted to curse a few words in a vulgar way - if his tongue had not been abolished in the last torture. "I'm sorry that you would have a brilliant future, if you didn't abandon the light and fall into the abyss of heresy." Roland prayed a few words, as if the word heresy had polluted his mouth, and then raised his voice, "where is the artifact stolen by you and the research data of that crime? Maybe the Holy See will mercifully choose a cup of poison wine instead of the fire frame on the square." After waiting for a while, Roland turned to leave. His nose was more and more uncomfortable. There was no need to waste time. Anyway, in the previous spiritual search, he had got many clues. On the coastline of Byron Empire, the famous Golden Point Bay has a secular city called fedu. What he wants is hidden there. Under the magic of exploring holy things, even if it is placed in a dirty rat hole, it will be found by him. When everything was completed perfectly, he was half a step closer to the position of the driving archbishop. Leo silently watched Roland's back, and the ripples on the corners of his mouth were growing, until the weird and crazy smile covered the whole Zhang Lian, and he opened his mouth and shouted without words. If he could make sounds, the meaning of the syllables would be: "I am immortal." Marjorie came out of the golden goose pub. At this time, it had been snowing for a day, so that the whole Fedu was just like a happy woman, wet and tired. The night is very deep, and there are no stars. There are only countless raindrops that constantly leak from the sky and hurt people. Even the hustle and bustle of Fedu, a city that never sleeps, is gradually dim. Marjorie, who had just passed through the green agate square, stopped at the corner of the street, took advantage of the dim yellow magic crystal street lamp, and looked sadly at the skirt she just bought, the beautiful layered skirt, which had been stained with several mud spots. "Damned weather." Marjorie complained, carefully using her fingers to slowly wipe, but only to let the dirt of the tan grow larger and larger, which made her eyebrows even deeper. For a barmaid with a part-time job in some industries, this dress is one of her popular secret weapons. As we all know, Marjorie is the most famous sign girl of the golden goose pub. When she performs a hot dance on the table, the excited howls of the men can almost overturn the roof. Then there will be a certain alcoholic, say a few words to the boss, and then quietly plug in a few silver Yiao, buy the right to stay with her for a period of time alone in the small room above the bar. Generally, two quarters of an hour, sometimes longer. In Marjorie's bag, there is also an extra "jingle" to make a sound. In a few years, you can buy a two story house with a backyard in the suburb of Fedu, or go to a further place and marry a man with his own point. Every time before Marjorie goes to bed, she always counts her income today. For this kind of high-end skirt that can't be starched, the cleaning fee will make her dream delayed for several days. So when the man approached her, Marjorie decided to do another business. The faint light made Marjorie unable to see the man clearly, but the long shoes on his feet, the slender crutches on his hands, and the carriage parked behind him all suggested that the man could afford her. If she is a gentleman, she may go to the expensive hotel in the sub precious diamond street again. Marjorie has only been there once. It was half a year ago. An old nobleman bought her with a golden Caesar for the whole night. Of course, the noble would not go to the small room upstairs, so she was taken to the Palace - for Marjorie, the luxurious decoration of the hotel is no different from the palace she imagined. Although the old man's soft things made mamer's tongue work hard all night, he was satisfied with his heart. The price was that his cheek was sour and numb on the second day. But Marjorie still missed the feeling of rolling on the bed covered with soft feather cushions. Licking her plump and sexy lips, Marjorie leaned against the pillar of the street lamp, gently rotated the handle of the umbrella, and tried to expose her slender legs from under the skirt. Her straight chest proudly depicted a great curve under the clothes. She is not bad at seducing men. Soon, Marjorie regretted her greed. When the man raised his hand that had been hidden behind him, the cold light of the knife flickering under the light, called Marjorie's eyes, became frightened and desperate. The irrepressible pain tore all thoughts and perceptions to pieces. Soon, she didn't know anything. The inspector of the patrol, Knight Lyme, received the report in the early morning. The gray and white fog makes the green agate square look haggard. This old square, which has some years, is now blocked by a team of patrol and cavalry. From time to time, there were residents who got up early, curious to find out what happened, and were immediately dismissed by the soldiers. Lime slowly uncovered the black cloth on the body, and the headless body appeared in front of him. It was a very nice girl. Because of the cold, the blood has not completely solidified, and the wet road is stained with a thick red. "Find out her identity as soon as possible." Lime ordered his subordinates. After a pause, he looked at the loose skirt and added, "go to the bar and Liuying street to ask who is missing." He weighed the money bag found on the body, listened to the crisp sound of Yiao colliding with the copper, and Lime swore in a low voice. Every time I was mutilated. Every time the incision of the body was neat and tidy. The valuables carried by the victims were not lost each time. He knew that the guy was back. Midnight butcher, this is the name of that guy in the patrol. Maybe Fedu is less mysterious and beautiful than Anno, the holy city of qianta;Maybe Fedu is a little less solemn and generous than the eternal King's city of tanting, but even the most widely traveled vagrant poets can't deny that Fedu is the most wonderful city they have ever seen. The cold of the haze winter is like a layer of heavy fog hugging the whole city, and the sky is also gray and unable to see the sunshine. The heavy and dark clouds finally break through at noon. After a half day of rest, the continuous rain for several days weaves a silver like rain curtain. Fulan Fleur is standing in the stone Hall of the apartment complaining about the ghost weather. This is a young man with a long body. His mouth is always tightly closed into a thin line. The brown pupil with his hair makes him a little indifferent. According to the words in the proverb, it is a natural "cold face". "Fleur, it's a handsome guy, it's just that it looks cool." many girls said that. The bad weather makes Fedu's transportation industry surprisingly in short supply. The carriages carrying guests are constantly flowing, and the wheels are splashing the potholes. The coachman is running the car to avoid various obstacles and flies on the road which is not spacious. A shabby carriage stopped in front of Fulan, "Sir, where are you going?" the coachman said respectfully. For this poor man, he didn't even have a private carriage. He was reduced to a lord living in the old city. The people who make a living here have a kind tolerance. After all, it's a matter of pride to have a real aristocrat living next to you. What's more, the Lord is polite, with a different upbringing and demeanor from the common people. "Go to the golden goose pub, please." Fran grabbed the handle outside the carriage and stepped on the carriage. The car drove very steadily, but the cold rain mixed with ice particles poured in from the broken crack of the car canopy. Fulan shivered and raised the collar. About a quarter of an hour later, the destination arrived. The red roof, exaggerated big signs, and the loud noise of the drunkard are constantly coming out of the window. The golden goose pub is probably the most lively place on the green agate street, where there are cheap and delicious beer, enthusiastic and unrestrained barmaid, and the most famous small room. Although vulgar, every normal man can find his own fun. Fulan took out a silver aoyi from his wallet and handed it to the driver. He watched him turn over and over in his pocket for change. The red and swollen hands were full of frostbite. If it's not for a living, who is willing to come out in the cold and suffer? Fulan couldn't bear to wave his hand, indicating that the driver didn't have to change. Then turn around and walk up two steps, and push open the mottled red lacquer wooden door of the pub. It was warm in the pub. Fulan moved a bit rigid, nodded to several acquaintances who greeted him, and walked towards the table where the group of Oriental businessmen gathered in the corner. Although Fedu is located in the border, but one hundred years ago, through the turbulent sea of dead silence, with a fleet of valuable goods, the marolk merchants, soon made this border fishing village develop into the most prosperous commercial city in the whole Byron empire. The first stop of the trade route connecting East and West, known as the spice channel, in the west is Fedu. Glass, spices, condiments, and many other rare things that have never been heard of before, as long as they can be shipped to Fedu without any loss, they can immediately exchange ten times of profits. If you ship the pepper and wool produced here, you can also get enough reward to satisfy any greedy businessman. This is the reason why countless businessmen rush to return to the two places at the risk of their lives. Golden angle Bay, the businessmen named the straight and wide perfect entrance of Feidu in the name of wealth. "Hello, everyone. I'm Fulan, the client." Fulan stuttered and greeted them in the eastern language. Looking at the vigilant eyes of the businessmen, Fulan took out a note. This is Arif, the most powerful big man among the merchants returning to the spice channel, who gave him the bill of lading. A businessman who seems to be the leader took over the bill of lading, looked at it carefully and smiled. They have heard about this special customer for a long time. He always asked to buy some weird plants, even just some roots or leaves. Although it's not a rare grass, it's difficult to collect. So only the big commercial teams under Ahmad will accept his orders. To a large extent, it's not for making money, but for the reputation of the first businessman in the spice road. If there is no spot, half of the deposit will be collected first, and the goods will be picked up at the next return. After paying off the rest of the payment, the merchant returned to the room, and after a while, handed him a bulging little sheepskin bag. For the things in it, Fulan not only waited for four months, but also took out twenty gold Wuyi, which is enough for an ordinary family to live for half a year. If it wasn't for selling a Liujin picture frame left by his father, Fulan would not have been able to get the payment. Tie the sheepskin bag to his waist, and Fulan finds a space against the wall, orders a beer, raises a glass to the businessmen who are still watching him whisper, and sips. "Sir, I haven't seen you for a few days." someone attached to Fulan's ear and said, "something greasy is licking on his earlobe." Startled, Fran, who nearly knocked over the wine cup, found that a young blonde barmaid stood silently behind him, laughing like a sly kitten. This is a dynamic girl. Two green eyes like the best agate are always flashing to make people feel pity. Tiny light freckles are dotted around the bridge of the nose, making the whole person more playful." Anmei, don't scare people." Fulan didn't wave his hand, and took out a handkerchief to wipe the beer splashed on the cuff just now. "Huh? It's so beautiful." an Meifei quickly grabbed the handkerchief, looked at the lily pattern and lace embroidery on it carefully, and then put his wallet in a dignified place. Fulan shrugged helplessly. In front of the little wild cat, he couldn't take out anything more delicate. The snuff box inlaid with silver foil, the beautiful lighter, the chic collar buckle... I don't know how many gadgets, just changed the owner. This almost flirting robbery is a small game that he and Anmei often play, and also a symbol of the familiarity of the two. Fulan is also quite willing to use this way to give her some small gifts. "What's the matter, miss me?" An Mei rings Fulan's neck and gently breathes in his ear, "if you go to the small room now, you want money." "It's not possible now, and I still have to work in the afternoon." Fulan took out a black chest badge engraved with Tianping, and swayed proudly towards an Mei. Anmei opened her beautiful green eyes and rubbed Fulan with her body excitedly, "where are you going to be the prosecutor?" she screamed. "Now it's just internship, but it's not far away from formality after a few more lawsuits." Fulan self-confident showed off, infecting Anmei's joy, and he was warm in the heart. After all, in Fedu, where interests are paramount, the only one who sincerely blesses him is this girl. Fulan's family is a noble family that began to decline from a long time ago. From the grandfather's Viscount to the father's Baron, when it came to him, there was no industry in the family except for the lowest Lord's title. This is also the reason why he sold his ancestral home and moved to the old district. Thanks to the fact that his father, who had a lot of research on the law, wrote a large number of notes before he died. After reading these, Fulan, with the help of a distant relative, managed to find a job in the court. From the age of sixteen to twenty-three, during the seven years, Fulan had learned the code thoroughly and accumulated a lot of experience. Sometimes, some senior judges have to rely on him to quietly prompt the content of the provisions of the law in court. "The living code of the seventh court", we all call him so kindly. With his intelligence, he was promoted from the first recorder to the clerk and then to the trainee prosecutor. If proper decisions are made for several lawsuits, Fulan believes that the two words "Internship" will be removed soon. "When the pub is closed, remember to pick me up." Anmei's beautiful little face is red, and she said with a cute little nose, "I'll send you a gift to congratulate you. It's free." Fulan knew what the free gifts he had been given many times were. Many lonely nights, the soft and delicate gifts, in his shabby little apartment, lit up enthusiasm. "Well." Fulan lovingly patted Anmei's head and whispered to her, "when I wait a little longer, I'll be in the position of prosecutor and I'll be able to support you." A moment later, the noise of the table being overturned and the whistles of the onlookers came from a corner of the golden goose pub. The boss in the wine stand, looking at the two people who fell to the ground, shouted, "Sir, if the small room upstairs wants to use now, give you a twenty percent off."