Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Yes, that's exactly right!"

More and more refugees are standing up, looking refreshed and invigorated.

At this moment, their injuries have fully healed, they are full of energy, and their fighting spirit is high.

“?” Yan Huan widened his eyes.

Chapter 1216 What Can I Say

After taking all the refugees to the shelter, Yan Huan quickly returned to the Holy City to participate in the case of the bearded man.

A large crowd had already gathered in Place de la Cefalège.

Dan Heng was among them.

"What happened?" Dan Heng asked Yan Huan, who had rushed over.

"I heard you were involved in this as well."

"Of course, isn't saving lives a noble virtue of us nameless folks?"

At this moment, Yan Huan was half a head shorter than Dan Heng, forcing Dan Heng to lower his head to meet his gaze.

"..."

"..."

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Yan Huan asked.

"Why are you in a cast and in a wheelchair?" Danheng asked, puzzled.

At this moment, Yan Huan was lying in a wheelchair with his right arm and both legs in casts, and the IV drip attached to his left wrist was inserted into the tubing next to the wheelchair.

"Cough cough... Actually, I'm injured." Yan Huan lowered her voice, sounding very weak, and her face seemed to have turned pale.

“I was severely injured by the divine retribution and was on the verge of death when I was saved by that bearded man.”

"To save me, he braved dangers and went to the holy city to steal medicine."

"In the end, he was tied up here like this..."

Dan Heng remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly lost in thought.

"You mean you were beaten like this by those Divine Punishment soldiers?"

"Yeah, right." Yan Huan blinked. "Doesn't it look like it?"

"..."

"I understand."

Dan Heng sighed.

"Although I don't know what happened, I will cooperate with you."

In the center of Place de la Cerfalèna, a middle-aged man shouted:

"Everyone, quiet! Silence!!"

“I am Itro, an elder from Dawn Cloudcliff, and a priest of Taranton.”

"I have come to preside over this trial on behalf of the Senate."

He opened his arms and said to the citizen in front of him:

"We are gathered here today because the respected public lecturer, Suctilius, broke into the Holy City's warehouse and stole from it."

"According to the law, theft should be punished with confinement. However, considering the motive, this case cannot be simply judged according to precedent."

"Therefore, today we are following tradition and convening a citizens' court, where the representatives present will make a ruling."

"May justice in Tarantul be with us..."

'Bang bang bang bang bang—! ! '

In an instant, the surrounding citizens burst into applause.

In a post-apocalyptic world, being able to watch such a program is quite a form of entertainment.

The elder said earnestly:

"The controversy in this case lies in the fact that Suctriris took the risk to rescue a group of wounded foreigners, as well as our hero, Lord Yan Huan..."

After saying this, the dying Yan Huan was pushed out by Dan Heng.

He looked haggard, his breathing was disordered, and his face was pale.

He looks like he's masturbated too much...

"what?"

"Lord Yan Huan?"

"What a joke! If it's about saving heroes like these, what does taking more medicine matter?!"

"Outrageous!"

"Release Mr. Suctriris immediately! A respected lecturer like him is right no matter what he does!"

"Silence! Silence!!"

Seeing the huge commotion caused by Yan Huan being pushed out, the elder said in a deep voice:

Whether these can be grounds for a reduced sentence or even a pardon still needs to be discussed.

"Now, standing to my right is the prosecution's representative, the owner of the warehouse, a wealthy man—Lared!"

At this moment, Eliot, the wealthy man who had once tried to win over Yan Huan, stepped forward and waved to everyone.

"Hello everyone, citizens! It's hard to imagine that such a beloved lecturer would steal in public. I think this is no different from robbery..."

He stroked his mustache and chuckled:

"However, since Lord Yan Huan said that Suktiris saved him, then naturally he should be praised."

"But... let's keep things separate."

He narrowed his eyes, coldly looking at the bearded man standing in the center of the courtroom being tried:

"Were those medicines really intended to treat Lord Yan Huan? According to the investigation... they were actually distributed to foreigners, weren't they?"

"This is a betrayal of us inner city people!"

The elder gestured for the man with the mustache to stop, and then concluded:

"Mr. LaRade believes that a heavy sentence should be imposed to prevent any more supplies from leaving the city."

"And standing to my left now is the suspect's disciple, the scholar Paratten!"

At that moment, the young man adjusted his glasses, his expression resolute.

The elder continued:

He believes that considering the suspect genuinely acted to save another person's life, he should be given a lenient sentence.

"Both sides have submitted written documents. Before the debate begins, would any citizen in the audience like to ask a question?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bearded man, the main character of the event, looked up and said:

"As a sinner, I request to say a few words to you citizens first."

"Tsk." The man with the mustache looked disdainful.

"You old man, you've already been arrested and you're still trying to spread rumors and mislead the public?"

The elder quickly spoke up:

“Lalad, Suctris has the right to speak.”

"Thank you, Lord Itero..."

The bearded man chuckled, then cleared his throat.

"Everyone."

“In the distant golden age, we were divided into city-states and separated from one another.”

"In the not-so-distant era of conflict, we fought each other under the pretext of city-states... I believe everyone is familiar with this history."

"...But the Black Tide cannot distinguish between city-states."

His expression was serious, and his eyes were piercing.

"In its eyes, we are all just human beings, weak beings."

"There are no other city-states left in the world now, and those names we knew have long since vanished into the wind."

"Therefore, the Gentiles do not actually exist."

The bearded man said sincerely:

"Which foreign land are we talking about? What lies before us is simply a group of compatriots in need of help."

"As for my crimes, they are not worth the trouble of discussing."

"I can accept punishment, I just hope everyone can seize this opportunity to clarify the current issues—"

He looked at the elders:

"What is the Holy City's attitude towards the weak? Where are we leading this eternal city? Thank you again, Lord Itro."

The elder nodded, then addressed the crowd:

"So, before the debate begins, does anyone have a question?"

"Actually, I'm very curious about Lord Yan Huan's insights."

The elders' gazes fell on Yan Huan, who was in a wheelchair, and the surrounding citizens also looked at him.

Compared to the bearded man, Yan Huan was more of the focus of the incident at this moment.

"As the hero who saved the Holy City, your thoughts are of paramount importance."

"..." Yan Huan looked at everyone helplessly.