Sword and Magic and Taxi

Zhao Mai’s gray horse moved uncomfortably under his crotch, and only the druid’s whispers could calm it down temporarily; Zhao Mai was looking down at the small village in the valley, which was adjacent to the creek. The clear water was originally It can support all residents to drink water, but now it is stained red by the blood flowing out of the residents' bodies.

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

　　 The goblins were cursing along the way. They seemed to understand their destiny, so they began to get anxious. When things get bad, goblins will surrender in order to save their lives. But if the surrender cannot save their lives, the goblin will begin to struggle to death.

　　 The brawny man carrying the wood axe, always ready. Once the goblin tries to break free from the shackles, he will rush forward with an axe. His eyes didn't conceal this feeling at all, which brought great fear to the goblins, but made them afraid to 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 in the village with 23 people, 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 in the small A village was built by the river. They took me in and allowed me to have a home here again. We have no lords and no taxes. Everything is managed by ourselves. We are free and happy until this group Goblins appear. Other than death, I don't think they have any need for judgment. Brat, you can't balance this matter."

　　Balance? There is always a way. Zhao Mai said nothing, and the rain slipped from his cheeks. He didn't seem to hear anything except the raindrops hitting the metal barrel of the Megalodon and making a jingle. The tragedy of the village shocked him. The dead villagers were unarmed. They were killed in a sudden and unexpected situation, and the horror and sadness on their faces were frozen by death. The rain drops on it, and they seem to be weeping.

　　The massacre field is completely different from the battlefield. The latter still has tragic and vigorous, but the former has only grief, or anger, and will never be magnificent. Haruel lifted the holy emblem of the goddess Iomede into the town, praying for the dead. She does not allow the dead, evil spirits, and ghosts to harm these corpses. She prays loudly, hoping that the souls of the dead can find a peaceful home under the blessing of the good gods.

　　 "I don't want to waste time, just do what you want." The strong man looked at Harou, he knew that she was the leader of these paladins, and that the paladins were a group of people who adhere to the rules and will not change. "You little ladies, when you see the scene in front of you, who can say to let goblins live, and who can guarantee them? Ha, it's no good to talk too much, do you understand now?"

　　Hayrou bit his lip, holding the holy emblem tightly in his 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 fighting skills and strategies to destroy enemies, and she was not proficient in ritual rules. The goddess punishes the evil, but does not interfere with the legal power of the lord and the governance of the village elders. In addition to the crime of blasphemy, the temple does not judge alone. It stands to reason that the three goblins should be handed over to the autonomous organization of the village, whether it is the mayor or the presbytery. But now there is only one person in the village, one filled with anger and hatred. Judging from his actions to chop the corpse of the goblin, there is only one fate for these "criminals", and that is death.

　　 This is not in line with the goddess's desire to transform evil as much as possible.

　　 She was caught in a dilemma, so she never passed the goblin to the strong man. Harou looked at his sisters. They had rarely seen horror scenes like Tucun, and they all pressed their lips and couldn't speak. No one can tell her what to do until her eyes see Zhao Mai.

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

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

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

　　 is not unadjustable, Zhao Mai thought. With the effort of dismounting, he turned his brains and had a draft in his heart, so he said: "If this is the case, then you will 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 human and physical evidence. The witness is a strong man. The man named Butcher Snaefau identified the goblins and correctly matched the weapons they used in battle. The physical evidence is in the goblin's spoils, some eardrops and gold teeth can correspond to the corpse.

　　 "Goblin, do you have anything to defend against the accusation? If you think that this is not what you did, please give evidence."

　　 The goblins looked at each other. They didn't know why the identity of the druid in front of them changed. They said for a while that they had killed the entire village, and then they let themselves prove that they did not do this. This kind of doubt even overshadows the fear of death. The three goblins stood there blankly, with only hesitation in their mouths, unable to say anything intact.

"Understood, 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? Did these goblins commit robberies, Crimes of murder and massacre."

　　 "Uh, of course, we all agree." Harou was also a little dizzy. Zhao Mai arranged an identity for each of them, such as the prosecution, defense, jury, and judge. Such a setting has never been seen in the Abadar Temple, which is the most law-conscious. It looks very cumbersome, but it makes sense to think about it carefully. At least this kind of cold and strict procedure can calm everyone down and analyze the whole thing.

　　 "I just want to know the final result." Butcher Snaef found a bone chopper from the house, and looked at the goblin sternly.

"According to the village's own laws and customs ~www.NovelMTL.com~ the sentence will be the death penalty. Because the goblins surrendered in the battle and returned to the village as prisoners. Considering this, they should be given a certain reduction of punishment. So the final verdict is hanging. Butcher, you can start to build up the ropes."

　　 "Are you kidding me?!" The brawny man and the Paladin said in unison: "Why hanging/not labor?" Both sides stared at each other suddenly, and the atmosphere began to get tense again.

　　 "Enough for the two of you!" Zhao Mai roared and stretched out his hand to separate the two. Of course, he didn't have enough strength to push Butcher, nor could he put his hand on Harou's chest-he was slapped away by the iron glove. Zhao Mai rubbed his red and swollen hands and said: "The trial process has taken care of the due interests of all parties, and the judgments made can withstand the test, so they should also be respected and implemented. Harou, ask your goddess and yours. Inwardly, is there anything that can be questioned during the trial?"

　　 The Paladin shook his head, the procedure was perfect, and she had nothing to say about it.

"Butcher, you asked the three goblins to apologize with death. 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 tyranny. Evil approach. These goblins are the captives of the Paladins, and you should respect this. We eliminated the goblins, and here are on the same front as you, right?"

"Um... well, I'm going to find the rope now." Butcher looked at the six paladins. Although he was still a little unconvinced, he squeezed his face hard and said, "I can't find your fault. Come, so you can take a step back. But it’s a **** waste of time~www.NovelMTL.com~ Book friends are welcome to visit and read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are all at ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Mobile users please To read.