Blade and Poetry

News of the bishop's death may spread in the near future, and the video will be placed in the most appropriate place—Du Ling will know how to add fuel to the flames.I don't care about these anymore, I only occasionally think about the final result on the way back.I originally wanted to go back to the Ninth Army's garrison for a look, but I temporarily changed my route halfway and went to Hoftas instead.

I received an invitation from Karajan in the Butterfly Book.The time and place are attached above, which is about a time when I can just arrive.

"I just hope you can give me your three ten minutes." It was written on the butterfly book, and the handwriting seemed to be in a hurry.

I hardly slept during the bumps on the road, and my memory was still immersed in the small temple where the blood flowed like a river.But the weather in Hoftas was clear and the daylight was intoxicating. Only the conversations of pedestrians and the sound of birdsong were carried on the street, which made me suddenly feel when I stepped off the carriage and put my feet on the ground: this is the right time. It is the most common scene, and what I experienced a few days ago should be nothing more than an unbelievable fantasy.

Most of the Charon flowers on the back mountain of the college have not yet bloomed, only two or three flowers exude the breath of summer in advance.Karajan didn't know how long he had been sitting there, his eyes were full of reflections of clouds and Charon flowers.The flowers are not high, and I can see him at a glance.

"I came to the laboratory when I was three years old. I was taken care of by Chen Yang for a short time when I was eight years old. I caused a laboratory explosion when I was 11 years old. I was sent to Hoftas when I was 12 years old. interrogation," Karajan said, "I gave half-truths during the interrogation, intending to keep the fact that I had the 'password string' secret for life."

"I already know the story of 'cipher string'." I walked through the flowers of Charon and sat beside him.

"Have you found out the origin of the molten flame?" he said, "As expected of my Vicente."

I sat quietly, waiting for his follow-up words.

I thought: Is this going to be a reconciliation?Confirmation of a consensus, a harbinger of a truce?Why did he rush to see me on this day, and the time was set so short?

"I was trying to prove to them from a young age," Karajan said, "that I was more valuable as a tool than as an experiment waiting to be dissected. So I was finally released from purgatory at the age of 12 and thrown into One of the bishop's schemes. I have done many things for him, and I have participated in more and more schemes. Some of them are worthy, but most of them are not decent. After buying a certain amount of freedom, I’m more of a free-for-all and don’t feel guilty—the loyalty they pumped into my head doesn’t make me credible, but I don’t hate it either.”

The long story became flat and brief in his mouth, but to me, that dry power was more than all the rich rhetoric combined.

"I used to be indifferent to everything, Vicente," he said. "I don't know how ordinary people grow up. I only have a group of trembling supplies around me; one of the people I should hate most is the My only positive understanding of human nature other than books; I knew the country before my parents, and in the nearly ten years of my childhood, the sky outside the laboratory was the best reward for me. All these combined, did not break Me, destroying me, just made me sharper, taught me how to use conditions to save life. I only started to be touched at one moment-maybe at the dusk when you replenished my half poem, maybe when I Seeing your extraordinary persistence and firmness, maybe when you said 'you won't get nothing' - then I thought, I must fulfill such a person. Everything I do is for myself... If I Isn’t the freedom I’m seeking to escape the lab ridiculous when I’m shying away from my true desires for fear of risk?”

My words were blocked after such a question, and I could only look at him for a while.I'm not sure how much it can penetrate, whether it can make him comprehend in an instant; it's only enough for me to see the turmoil in his emotions and the infinite tenderness below the tide.

He looked at me too, and said, "You're the one who touches me, and you're the one who makes me love—I don't realize I really need it until I feel it for what it is."

My previous career as a commander has always made me used to analysis, taking out the framework of a matter, analyzing the essence, sorting out the consequences from the antecedents, and then deciding what to do.As a result, when I was moved by his narration, I was still habitually thinking about the next step he would introduce; but this habit was finally cut off by his words, just like a corner of a cliff cracked and a piece rolled down. rock.At this moment, I just want to restrain the hand I stretched out to him, not to interrupt what he intends to explain too early.

"The bishop doesn't trust me completely, but he wants to maximize my role," Karajan said. "I spent a long time until I turned our relationship of one-way control into mutual use. I asked him to put me in When I was 11 years old, I was terrified of Purgatory. I got some tempering and spiritual inspiration. I transformed into a 'Blade' as I wished, and then I went to lead the Iron Mask Army. The people of Puguo applauded me, and the people of Columbus hated me. The Lentonan soldiers wanted me to be on the way—even though none of them knew my name. Whenever I saw that hatred, I thought: If I have to choose the way of death, than those unknown I would rather die by your hands."

"But none of us need die," I said. "The bishop has been assassinated, and the conflict in the war will be resolved. Soon everything will be settled—no matter what form it takes."

"Yeah." He said, moving his hand towards me. "Will you give me a hug first?"

There was no need for me to hold back any longer; I wrapped my arms tightly around his back.I leaned over the scarf of his coat and he leaned on my shoulder.We sat side by side in an awkward position.

"I have betrayed three promises," he said, "the first was before entering the Hofta Division. I promised the bishop that, in addition to my other tasks, I will, based on my memory when I was experimented, He brought back a child who was fit enough to grow a magic branch; but I didn't. I told him I hadn't met the right man."

He paused, then said softly: "The second promise is the last line I said to your Eugene when I was performing the drama at the end of the class. I know that with my position at the time, I couldn't keep it all the time." Such a pious promise, but I wanted to tell you so much... so I said it to you through the mouth of that character."

"The third promise..."

I seem to hear him laughing.He suddenly changed the subject and talked about something else.

"I have one thing to tell you in advance, it is very important." He said, "This is one of the plans that the bishop has been planning for many years. Your new king Du Ling may have noticed it; Infiltrating the power class of Donan. His elites took root in Columbus, entered its power organ, committed to manipulating public opinion, maneuvering power, and subtly bringing more chaos—the rift between the Senate and the Magic Society Expansion is the most successful technique of these people. Du Ling Jin has pulled out many bad thorns, but there is a certain thorn that is too conspicuous, but he ignored it as a normal branch."

I briefly pulled away from my emotions, my mind turned, thinking about the possibility of meeting here, I couldn't help blurting out: "...Yaoshi Department?"

"Yes," Karajan said approvingly, but his voice softened a bit, "The Medicine and Stone Department where Colen Dunan is resident. In addition to the teleportation circle I drew, there are other convenient passages hidden by them in this campus. .With their mutual cover and screening, the top management of the Medicine and Stone Department are all their people."

Even though I had already guessed, at the moment when the truth was confirmed by him, I still faintly felt palpitations.How many actions has Yashibu done in private?At that time, the Department of Medicine and Stone identified Karajan as the source of magic in the teleportation array, and restored his initials in the array. Is it true that it cannot be covered up, or is the bishop suspicious of Karajan's position and instructing them to cut off his retreat?The black box was immediately sent to the Medicine and Stone Department for identification. Is it really empty, or did the people in the Medicine and Stone Department do something to push me to an ending?

Before I could think further, I heard Karajan say:

"I just came from Puguo overnight. According to what I just learned, the Department of Medicine and Stone plans to take action after dark today. The remaining personnel in the established magic killing academy. I have brought the details of the specific plan and the list of participants, including the most important blockade agency, you must abolish it first; they are all in my left pocket. I and here People don't trust each other, so I brought it here on purpose."

"What does Yashibu want to do?" I took a deep breath.Lando, Odego, students from the inner and outer colleges who were making a fuss in the arena and writing their brilliant ideas on the bulletin board, and the professors I had known before—the faces of those people flashed through my mind quickly, "They thought they could destroy the future of Colendonan?"

"A certain degree of talent gap." Karajan said, "And those people from the Medicine and Stone Department were about to flee back to Puguo—this was the last mission they had planned long ago."

It was too easy for him to say this.I suddenly felt some confusion, as if this conversation should not happen so easily, nor should it be mixed with his past and be spoken out by him.I stayed close to him for a long time, and only at this moment did I smell a bloody aura on his body.It's wrapped with a lingering light floral scent that reminds me of every time I leave a battle.

"Karajan," I said, pushing his shoulder away, looking straight at him, "where did you come from today?"

But I was slightly lost in front of his smile inappropriately.It fell into my eyes suddenly, containing so many different meanings——I thought like a ghost: Even if Karajan really wanted to kill me at this time, as long as he smiled at me like this, I would I can enjoy it.

"It has nothing to do with this," Karajan said, "it's just that I had a part in this plan, so even though the bishop tried to block me from these things later, I still found out its progress by means. The lives of thousands of students , have and yearn for an infinite future, just like your past—this cannot be simply summarized as a proper addition to revenge. Hoftas means something different to me. Don’t be surprised by my frankness... Whether it's 'following orders' or 'acting rashly', as long as I still have a little conscience, I have to correct my old mistakes. I just arrived, and it is also the same fate; everything is still too late."

"I want to hear the third promise." I raised my hand and grabbed his coat tightly, staring straight at him, "... tell me."

"That was a long time ago..." he said, "when I was 12 years old, they tried me out and finally gave me a boon after some training; gave me the opportunity to leave the laboratory and participate in Columdunan’s infiltration plan. One of the conditions for obtaining freedom is to take an oath—I promise according to what they wrote: I will never disclose all plans of Puguo to the outside world, including my previous experiment process, and A series of plans that I will participate in later..."

I scratched his buttons with my fingers, and fumbled open his scarf.He only stopped me slightly, and then let me tear off his collar.

"I have been bound by that oath all my life, and maybe I have never had a moment of real freedom. I can't tell whether I am just following my heart, or thinking this way to live a more comfortable life... At least I did it right this time things," he said, "and a taste of freedom."

"Alvin Karajan——!" I tried to touch his blood-stained shirt, but found that I could no longer control my hand smoothly; it was finally held down by Karajan, gently placed on the oblique On the golden dagger shrunk into his heart and shrunk to the size of a dagger.

"I did it myself," he said, "I have seen what happens to people who break their oaths, how they can't help but break their hearts, they are always under the control of magic, and no matter how unwilling they are, they are dragged by fate." To the end of death—I hope I don't fall to that. Just now, I felt the effect of that oath wear off."

"This is 'Molten Rose'," I closed my eyes, and stroked the pattern with trembling fingers, "It's different. You were me..."

"The process of remodeling keeps your heart repairing itself," says Karajan, "but only once."

My hand was on the hilt of the knife, and I could not move it; the magic roared and boomed mournfully, rolled and thrashed in me.In front of me, the swordsman's heartbeat is still beating tenaciously, but his magic power has almost dried up, like a void that cannot be filled.I pushed the magic power in without stopping, but it was like introducing water into quicksand.

"'Because its edge is covered with the icing of the past...'" he said, leaning into my ear, "Vicente, are you now determined to take back the rose I gave you?"

"If you're dead at this point," I said, "I won't tell you the answer."

He closed his eyes and smiled at me: "That's really a pity..."

"Hold on," I said, "if I don't get you back, I'll go to hell with you."

He fell backwards and was caught in my arms.The "knot" of my heart, under some mental turmoil, has already broken through my many days of suppression, and rushed towards my hand holding the handle of the melting knife without restraint.This force made my heart ache, as if its own edge also passed the tip of the knife, and every time it exploded, it drew a bloodstain on it.But even that is not enough.I pushed out what was always resident in me, and it felt like I had never needed so much magic—it was as if it was rushing out of my blood, evaporating into steam, and making my hands hot and thirsty. wet.I kept this posture all the time, and I didn't dare to let my fingers deviate from the original position, lest my side move a little bit, and the magic power in Karajan's heart would flow out again through the gap.

In this long tug-of-war and heart-to-heart battle, I became less and less lucid, and the void more and more full.Until the end, there was only a small vacancy of magic power left, but it couldn't be filled by me no matter what.

If I allow him to die at this time, I vaguely think that there will be no more Alvin Karajan in this world.I found myself dreading this—out of the burning blood, the utterly exhausted flesh, there was even an extra bit of dread.I longed so much for him to remain, to be a name that lingered longer; this desire even overshadowed the desire that had appeared in my childhood and persisted strongly until now.

I thought: Even if it is fate, I will not be able to walk side by side with him in the sunshine after the war. As long as I can understand at this moment, there will still be such a name in this living world... Isn't it good too - is it enough?

I was about to exert a final squeeze on my heart, but it seemed as if I heard a crisp sound before I started.The sound was like a small opening with a light tap; I was in a daze for a moment before I realized it was coming from inside me.A weak, brand-new magical power trickled out from my heart, smoothing the distress and soreness of my body, and finally followed my guidance all the time, and poured it into the handle of the molten knife continuously.Charon appeared in the palm of my other hand unconsciously, and a small golden-red petal slid along the back of the knife—centered on the place where the two of us were standing, a certain same color spread out into the wild in an instant.I focused all my energies on this unprecedented transformation within me, in the faint confidence that the newfound power was at my disposal.

It did go my way, filling in the last layer of gaps, and temporarily sealing the magic power in Karajan's body into a perfect circle.

I held Karajan in my arms and ran all the way down the back hill.

The magic power spread when breaking through the "blade" brought the vision it should have.But maybe because my magic power is really not enough, my feet didn't burn immediately; there were only Charon flowers.One clump after another, stretching one after another, was constantly crossed by my feet; but I didn't look back for an extra look.

I know those Charon flowers must be blooming all over the mountains, burning the entire back mountain of Hoftas as bright as a fire.

Karajan was sent by me to the hospital that I donated to the town of Hoftas.I directly approached the dean who had met a few times, and asked him to start treatment for me now.

"Officer Shaw Karl," he greeted with some respect.He bowed his head to check on Karajan's situation, but he didn't dare to touch the short knife that penetrated into his heart, and explained to me, "We haven't had a successful rescue of a knifeman in this situation..."

"Please check his body." I didn't have much strength at this time, so I just said as briefly as possible.

He just stretched out his hand, but immediately showed horror.He hurriedly turned around and assigned several doctors to prepare for treatment, and then said to me in a non-fluent way:

"This—this is a miracle! We all know that the knifeman doesn't bleed so easily, but—how did he manage to keep his magic power intact while his heart ruptured? The knife penetrated deep enough to kill him Yes! But now he is still conspicuous except for the wound on his chest, and everything is much better than I predicted. Did some doctor supplement his magic power? What method was used—no, the magic power introduced from the outside may not be able to It blends so well with him..."

He suddenly remembered that it was time for him to make a move, and said to me shamelessly:

"Sorry, Officer Carl. This treatment is too critical. I'm going to change into a medical uniform now. You have to wait outside. But I think you also need some care... You look too pale."

I politely thanked the dean, took Karajan's coat, and walked out the door.I thought I didn't have the strength to go to Hoftas again, so I sent a butterfly letter to Odd and asked him to come over immediately.The hospital was not far from the college, and he arrived very quickly, allegedly coming out of a magic discussion class.

I explained the outline of the extermination plan to Odd briefly, and handed him the plan in his pocket.I had seen it for a while before Aude came, and I did some corresponding analysis.At this time, I was feeling dizzy, and I intended to tell more detailed steps of the solution, trying to be safe and secure.

"You just have to take care of him and yourself," Odego said, throwing Karajan's coat over my shoulders. "Trust us—we'll take care of the rest."

"Okay," I said to him, "I leave it to you."

I sat by Karajan's hospital bed for many days.The treatment was very successful. The dean was not clear about the cause and effect, and only repeatedly claimed that it was "a miracle in the history of medicine."He said that Karajan's wounds are no longer serious, but it seems that there have been some previous problems in digesting magic power, and he needs to rely on sleep to complete this final repair.

I lost track of time at the hospital bed, and I didn't know what to do, whether it was cleaning, eating or sleeping. I only realized that another day was coming when the new morning paper appeared.

Odd and Lando came back to see me the day after the extermination plan, and brought several other friends from my past.They said that on that day, the students of Hofta Division joined forces with the professors at the school, with a clear division of labor and quick actions, quietly and fundamentally destroying the plan of the Department of Medicine and Stone.In addition to the timely evacuation of personnel, they also contacted the nearby troops to wipe out almost all the rebels in the Yaoshi Department.They laughed and joked, saying that it had been a long time since the east and west courtyards cooperated so tacitly, like honeymoon couples—these visitors all left the ward in the end.Only Odd took a step slowly and informed me of Mr. Smith's arrest.

"You should have read the list," he said, "he is a high-ranking member of the Medicine and Stone Department and one of the main persons in charge of the infiltration plan. Later, we found a stack of papers in the bottom of his drawer, which looked like a privately issued arrest warrant. Not the engraved seal from Columdunan's side. I saw your name on it."

"A warrant for my arrest?" I wondered.

"Yes," he said, "the arrest warrant requires him to spread the instruction: Take your life quietly if you get the chance."

"It must have been the handiwork of the bishop," I said with a wry smile, "maybe after discovering that a certain punishment failed to kill me."

"Maybe so," Ord said, "but judging by the date of issue, it looks like they've been sealed by the person holding them for a long time. When we found the arrest warrants, they were yellowed from the paper."

First, on May 995th, a newspaper had an extra headline that took up the entire page: "The Armistice After [-] Days!"

The inside page of that day was only related to one thing: the armistice agreement reached by King Du Ling Jin of Colendonan and the new king of Puguo.On the bright side, it was Pu Guo who first sued for peace and then withdrew its troops in a big way, but the terms of the agreement were surprisingly not very harsh.It is said that the new king held relatively different political views from the "war initiators" of Pu in the past, and expressed his willingness to establish a new national relationship with Columbus and carry out friendly trade exchanges.

In the following week, all the newspapers flew over the towns and cities of Columbus, and the inside pages were all discussing relevant content.People in the street talk about a truce, people in the hospital talk about a truce, adults talk about a truce, children talk about it.People spontaneously remember the heroes who died in the war.As if they made a silent agreement with each other, they wore white flowers for them when they traveled.

I randomly found a piece of lace news; it analyzed the past of the new king of Puguo in a mysterious tone, alluding to Linxi Crowe's father-killing and ascending to the throne--I put this one down and picked up another.This time it's Columbine's The Daily News, which deals with mostly serious subjects with well-documented evidence.But it did not publish any news on this day, it just released a list of martyrs with dozens of pages.All the names in the list leaned neatly together, row by row.

I started to read from the beginning, and I was attracted by an ordinary line in the middle, and my eyes were fixed on it for a long time:

"Redmonton Sean, the leader of the 'Three Swordsmen', unfortunately died in the war, a glorious sacrifice for his loyalty to the motherland."

Perhaps it was another sunny day, and I was sitting by Karajan's bed as usual.I brought back a lot of things from my temporary residence, and I was flipping through my little book for writing poems, with my hands lightly resting on the sleeping Karajan.All the feelings that seem to be from another world come flooding in like a tide.I remembered that many years ago I was sitting with Odd in the sunshine on the roof, holding my little book like this, and telling him that I liked Adrilan's poems very much.

Relying on my memory, I turned to the page I wrote at the beginning.The ink on it is a bit faded, but you can still see the smoothness of the writer when copying, with a kind of student-like madness.But when I read it now, my mood is no longer the same.

"...If one day I am engulfed by war and fire, I will not regard the heart in my chest as stopping beating. Because it has suffered from confusion for half of its life, and has been trapped in longing for half of its life; and if I stop, it means that it has chased after it. .It has wrapped the end of the rose."

I silently finished reading this paragraph, raised my eyes from the book, and met Karajan's gaze.His light gray-blue eyes reflected the light from the window, and the pupils of his eyes were trembling slightly, apparently in a daze.

During our long stare at each other, I was the first to speak in the end.

"A surprise." I said to Karajan, "Vincent Shaw has decided to take back Alvin Karajan's rose - I guess you know the answer. But the surprise is that this is not heaven or hell, I lived to say this answer, and you lived to receive it."

Karajan stared at me, and after a long while smiled.

"Great," he said, "it looks like we're all back on earth."

☆, end

Since the newly enthroned Lindsay Crowe took a position opposite to the bishop, and was busy establishing a new policy to get rid of the legacy of the new gods, Karajan was not punished for "defecting" from Pu, and everything left in Pu Property is also preserved.After he fully recovered, the two of us first flew to the Ninth City of Puguo to leave a bouquet of hydrangeas for the little jailer Jian Chamara who once let me go.The coachman, a victim of the bishop's old days, had been ordered to be executed with a party.Mia Chamara is alive, but not well.I found out where she lived, and left a sum of money for her - although I knew when I saw her that this money would not last long in her hands; Too long in that glorious wreck.

We did not inquire about Shatton's whereabouts. At this time, the resting place is empty.I opened up some joints and borrowed the list of felons executed in Puguo from 857 to the present, but I have never seen Shatton Imani's name listed anywhere.Maybe some of those rosters were lost in the turmoil; maybe the ending of some prisoners was not recorded at all; but I secretly hoped for another possibility-I hoped that the loyal man would escape from prison , went to where he finally wanted to go.

I learned from the local residents that in the middle of 857, there was a riot in the Dormition Prison. Many jailers and food deliverers wandered outside drunk and said something about a new god. Unworthy foul language, he was still clamoring and resisting when he was arrested by the patrol guards.They were locked up for a long time afterward, and at that time the real prisoner was leaked out; the bishop's proclamation said they did not let a single prisoner go, but a coachman who came and went nearby boasted that he was in that place. In the chaotic night, he saw several black shadows emerging from the prison gate, and he didn't even respond to calling out to them several times.

I planned to burn the letter of apology from Tuscay that Du Ling gave me on my father's grave, but when I arrived at the cemetery with Karajan, I met Mrs. Xiao En who was about to leave.Her eye circles are reddish, but her makeup is neat.I greeted her and was about to walk past her.

"Vicente," she suddenly stopped me with such kindness after a long absence, in a trembling and sad tone, "thank you."

There was no cause and effect for what she said, but I understood its meaning for a while.

"That extra Fusion in the library," I said, "and the old letters in that book—you put it in, didn't you?"

I have more questions left unasked.I want to say to her: Is it because you know something about the truth of my father's death, but you can't do more in your capacity, that you try to include me in this plan?Can it only be Vicente Shaw—to know all this and bear all this, but not your other swordsman son—your little Redmonton?

"Yes," she said.

I didn't want to say any more, I took Karajan's hand and led him away from her.

"I want my son to be happy," she said hurriedly behind me. "You know what?"

"I think Redmonton will be happy," I said.

Mrs. Sean seemed to be coughing because of my anger; Karajan made a small interruption at this moment.

"And I will make Vicente happy." He greeted her gracefully and politely, "as Vicente Shaw's lover—but not as my wife's son-in-law."

I had already made a plan with Karajan, leaving the 'password string' to Odd for a while, and then I will rush to the extreme west end of this continent in June to fulfill his last wish of spreading knowledge for the wise man; Before leaving, I received a sudden message.

"I have been accused of a 'post-war mediation tribunal', and the court will be held in the capital at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon?" I read to Coleman's butterfly book, "Oh——here comes another one. It is said that Peter Peterson's political opponents are deliberately looking for trouble, trying their best to stuff Peterson's protégés into the court complaint, trying to create a handle on Peterson to make a fuss about my false identity..."

"I think Du Ling has already granted an amnesty for this." Karajan sat aside and commented leisurely. "It's a pity that he doesn't understand this yet—this lawsuit will definitely be scrapped."

"Coleman said the same thing," I picked up a new black butterfly, "He said that I don't need to be there at all, I can travel with you as originally planned, and someone will handle this matter for me."

"How are you going to respond?"

"I have to answer seriously," I said, "with approval first, so that the recipient feels that his opinion is valued by me. And reassure him—"

I saw Karajan in a blink of an eye, and suddenly an idea popped up.

"Use your handwriting to write the reply for me." I urged, spreading the butterfly with red wings and tails on my hand, "Let him also relive the pain of being dominated by the literature professor."

Karajan glanced at me with a smile, as if he deliberately fixed his smile on the "also".But he stretched out his hand according to his words, and sketched on the butterfly in my palm.He made the last stroke, I raised my hand, and the butterfly flew away.

"So you're still going?" he said.

"Of course," I said, "but it's more fun to watch quietly. Time to show off the facial modification skills I've learned."

Karajan followed me to pick out a bunch of bottles and jars from the old box, holding one of them with doubts on his face:

"Whose modification skills did you learn from?"

I replied frankly: "Landuo."

I used some things I had at hand to temporarily swap out the two auditorium seats on the "Post-war Tribunal".Karajan wears black-rimmed glasses and his hair is tied back tightly under a round hat.I also wear a similar hat that wraps the lower half of my face tightly.We planned it like this: After reading the judgment at three o'clock, we rushed to take the "Cloud Flying House" that departed from the capital at 03:30 - the latest transportation tool put into trial by the Ministry of Magic. Flying westward from the capital on the clouds.

It is midsummer, with plenty of sunshine and hot air.Our original location was far away from the capital, and a group of dense holly grew out of the building where the coordination court was located.Those new leaves can almost block more than half of the sunlight, so that when we arrived at the mediation court in the afternoon, the debate there was already in full swing.

We sat down amidst the noise; the judge in the middle looked drowsy, and only when the clerk tapped on the case lightly beside him, he would shake his upper eyelids that were about to fall, and said loudly:

"Order! Order!"

The litigant seemed to have a well-thought-out plan, and he endlessly listed the loopholes in his identity that I had overlooked, from doubtful points in his resume to support in the military.Someone from the defendant's proxy seat immediately refuted him loudly; I followed the clear female voice and saw Lan Duo standing in the seat in a suit and leather shoes.With her hands propped on the table and her curly hair pinned behind her ears, she hurls powerful testimony after statement.Coleman sat beside her, passing the materials to her from time to time.

There was an uproar in the field.The litigant insisted that I behaved suspiciously, came and went erratically, and "fleeed" to the former enemy country after resigning, and my whereabouts are still unknown.Marcus, in the witness section, argues, and Feli grabs his arm behind him.Odd came out and calmly presented a dozen papers to the judge.Little Huaniao seemed to have escaped from the control of the family, and every time the other party heard the absurdity of the other party's testimony, she leaned back on the seat and sighed exaggeratedly.Principal Rogers, who was wearing a small skirt, was also present, followed by a few students I didn't recognize well; she declared that "Vincent Shaw had no moral problems at school", and praised A few words.

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