Sword and Magic and Taxi

Zhao Mai's gray horse moved uneasily under his crotch, and only the druid's whisper could temporarily calm it down; Zhao Mai was looking down at the small village in the valley, which was adjacent to the creek, and the clear stream was originally It could support drinking water for all residents, but now it is stained red by the blood flowing from the residents' corpses.

After a group of people entered the forest, it started to rain. The drizzle had little effect, but it didn't stop no matter what. The water vapor in the forest enveloped them like a thick white fog, and the black clouds were just above their heads, covering the stars in the sky again. If there is not another wild north wind coming here, I am afraid these dark clouds will not disperse soon.

The goblins were cursing along the way. They seemed to understand their fate, so they began to become anxious. When things get dire, goblins will surrender to save their lives. But if surrendering fails to save one's life, the goblin will begin a desperate struggle.

The strong man carries the wood-cutting ax and is always ready. As soon as the goblin attempts to break free of his shackles, he will rush in and strike with an axe. There was no concealment of this emotion in his eyes, which brought great fear to the goblins and made them dare not move. This state continued until they saw the village in the forest, and then the paladins looked at the goblins with the same eyes.

There are four households and twenty-three people in the village, and now I am the only one left. The strong man said to Zhao Mai who was riding beside him: They found this hidden and comfortable valley. I built a village by the stream with my own hands. They took me in and gave me a new home here. We had no lords and no need to pay taxes. We managed everything by ourselves. We were free and happy until this group of The goblins appear. I don't see any need for them to be judged other than death. You can't strike a balance on this, brat.

balance? There is always a way. Zhao Mai remained silent as the rainwater fell from his cheeks. He didn't seem to hear anything except the clanking sound of raindrops hitting the metal barrel of the Megalodon. The tragedy in the village shocked him. The dead villagers were unarmed. They were killed in sudden and unexpected circumstances. The horror and sorrow on their faces were solidified by death. Rain dripped on them, and they seemed to be crying.

A slaughterhouse and a battlefield are completely different. The latter will still be tragic, but the former will only have sadness or anger, but will never be magnificent. Hazel held up the holy symbol of the goddess Iomedae and walked into the town to say a final prayer for the deceased. She did not allow the undead, evil spirits, and ghosts to harm these corpses. She prayed loudly, hoping that the souls of the deceased could find a peaceful home under the protection of the good god.

I don't want to waste time, just do whatever you want. The strong man looked at Hazel. He knew that she was the leader of these paladins, and he also knew that the paladins were a group of people who adhered to the rules and would not change. You little bitches, when you see the scene in front of you, who can say that the goblins will survive, and who can guarantee them? Ha, there is no good in talking too much, do you understand now?

Hazel bit her lip and held the Holy Emblem tightly in her hand. The metal edge pressed into the skin of her hand, and the power from the goddess supported her. But what she learned in the Goddess Temple was more about fighting skills and strategies for destroying enemies. She was not proficient in rituals and rules. The goddess punishes evil, but does not interfere with the legal authority of the lord and the governance of the village elders. Except for blasphemy, the temple does not judge alone. Logically speaking, the three goblins should be handed over to the village's autonomous organization, whether it is the mayor or the elders' council. But now there is only one person in the village, a person filled with anger and hatred. Judging from his actions of chopping up the goblin corpses, there is only one fate for these criminals, and that is death.

This is inconsistent with the goddess's desire to reform evil as much as possible.

She was in a dilemma, so she never handed over the goblin to the strong man. Hazel looked at her sisters. They had rarely seen horrific scenes like massacre of a village. They all pursed their lips and were speechless. No one could tell her what to do until her eyes met Zhao Mai.

Although this druid is young, he has rich knowledge and extraordinary thinking, and can always solve difficult situations in unexpected but reasonable ways. Hazel thought for a while, since she had doubts, why not seek his wisdom?

Mike, Mike? Hazel walked to Zhao Mai's horse, pulled the reins and said, How do you think a trial should be organized?

Yes, I have no other requirements, don't delay, these goblins must die. The strong man crossed his arms and glared at Zhao Mai.

It's not unadjustable, Zhao Mai thought. He thought for a moment while dismounting, and had a plan in mind, so he said: In this case, then you just listen to my arrangements, and I will give you a fair trial.

In fact, the content of the trial is very simple, because there are all witnesses and material evidence. The witness was a strong man named Butcher Sniffle who identified the goblins and correctly matched the weapons they used in battle. The physical evidence is all among the goblin's trophies. Some earrings and gold teeth can be matched with the corpse.

Goblins, do you have any defense against the accusation? If you think this was not done by you, please provide evidence.

The goblins looked at each other. They didn't know why the identity of the druid in front of them changed. Now he said that he had killed everyone in the village, and now he asked himself to prove that he had not done it. This doubt even overshadowed the fear of death. The three goblins stood blankly, with only hesitating sounds in their mouths, unable to say any complete words.

I understand, they can't provide any evidence. Zhao Mai turned to the Paladins: As fair and objective representatives, can you now draw conclusions based on what I said before? Have these goblins committed robbery? Crimes of murder and massacre.”

Uh, of course, we all agree on this. Hazel was also a little dizzy. Zhao Mai arranged an identity for each of them, such as prosecution, defense, jury, and judge. This kind of setting has never been seen even in the Abadar Temple, which is the most law-abiding temple. It seems very complicated, but it does make sense when you think about it carefully. At least this cold, strict procedure can allow everyone to calm down and analyze the whole thing.

I just want to know the final result. Butcher Sniff found a bone chopping knife from home and was looking at the goblin with eager eyes.

According to the laws and customs of the village itself, the sentence will be death. Because the goblins surrendered in the battle and have been returned to the village as prisoners. Considering this, their sentences should be reduced to a certain extent. So the final sentence is hanging. , Butcher, you can start building the frame and preparing the ropes.

Are you kidding?! The strong man and the paladin said in unison: Why hanging/not hard labor? The two sides suddenly stared at each other, and the atmosphere became tense again.

That's enough for you two! Zhao Mai roared angrily and stretched out his hand to separate the two. Of course, he didn't have enough strength to push Butcher, and he couldn't put his hand on Hazel's chest - he was slapped away by the iron fist gauntlet. Zhao Mai rubbed his red and swollen hands and said: The trial process took into account the interests of all parties, and the judgments made can withstand testing, so they should also be respected and implemented. Hazel, ask your goddess and your In my heart, is there anything I can question during the trial?

The paladin shook her head. The procedure was perfect, and she had nothing to say about this.

Butcher, you asked three goblins to die to apologize. Now your goal has been achieved. But you want more and want to vent your anger with more brutal means. This is a kind of lynching and violence. It is already a kind of violence. An evil approach. These goblins are prisoners of the Paladins, and you should respect this. We destroyed the goblins, and we are on the same front as you here, right?

Hmm... Okay, I'll go find the rope right now. Butcher looked at the six paladins. Although he was still a little unconvinced, he slapped his face hard and said, I can't find any fault with you. Come, so you can take a step back. But this is really a waste of time!