"I remember, I will always remember, the victim's mother went crazy when she testified in court," Srimani said in a daze, "But what can she do? She is just a peasant woman who has been widowed for many years.

I can’t afford the deposit for each appeal.”

"Grand Inquisitor Brennan, that selfless judge," Thales, who had been silent, said, "When he went to court, he didn't say anything?"

Slimani shook his head.

"I'm lucky that Brennan was not scheduled for that trial," the defense lawyer said with a wry smile, "but so what if he was? He knows the law, and we, we know the rules - and the Emerald City

The rule of law surpasses the stars.”

Thales was silent.

"What happened to that peasant woman?" Healy asked.

Slimani shook his head blankly:

"I don't know, I didn't go...I didn't dare to ask."

He rubbed his face:

"In this way, I escaped. My boss said that I exceeded his expectations... In short, he kept his promise and gave me a chance to become a security officer. 'You will be a good security officer,' he said.

Good security officer, haha..."

Srimani couldn't help laughing, his face full of sarcasm.

"But what can I do? Can I say no? My wife has been in poor health both physically and mentally after giving birth, and the salary of a formal security officer..." He sniffed, his eyes moist, "We, we finally

You can move to a bigger house and afford servants."

But his eyes darkened:

"But after I put on my uniform with confidence, they gave me not a baton, but paper, pen and ink..."

Thales frowned as he anticipated something.

Slimani nodded painfully:

"So, under the arrangement of my boss, I started to write the second investigation or closing report, then the third, the fourth... the next one, and the next one..."

"The grain storage warehouse outside the city spontaneously ignited at the end of the year, and I was forced to break it into pieces due to improper storage; my colleagues in the same department committed manslaughter while driving away the vendors, and I worked hard to find out that the deceased had underlying diseases; Harvest

The town wrote four notices but couldn't explain the bad thing about women's trafficking. I wrote the fifth notice to them, instructing them to lock up the protesting crazy women..."

"When you thought you could escape the test, you were wrong," Priest Chadwe shook his head with a sad expression. "Every evasion and trickery only makes the delayed test more cruel."

Slimani spoke faster and faster, like a madman:

"There are also security officers such as Caquelet who is responsible for receiving the prince. Do you know how he was promoted from the head jailer to a security officer? Not only that, there are also the inexplicably lost batch of stolen goods from the Canal Security Hall. The Blood Bottle Gang is in the warehouse

There is a drug trafficking business, and there are several murder cases that are unclear whether they are offshore or high seas..."

The more Thales listened, the more uncomfortable he became.

"The envoy of Tamer has something to say!"

Chadvi suddenly raised his voice, interrupting Slimani.

"The dying sun shines on faith, and what you are willing to pay will be rewarded." The scriptures in his mouth seemed to have power, making everyone sober up a little. "The destined river of hell tests the heart, and those who owe money will eventually be rewarded."

You will pay back twice as much.”

Srimani woke up and looked at the stove blankly.

"At the end, I thought, I thought I just needed to leave the security hall, but, but..."

He looked at Thales, his eyes full of confusion and helplessness:

"Look, I once wanted to be a good person, a good husband, a good father, a good police officer, and even a good defense attorney."

"Instead of sitting behind a desk, using words and sentences to confuse right and wrong, confusing right and wrong and constructing slander."

Slimani said blankly:

"once."

No one spoke, the tunnel was quiet, except for the occasional sound of Catherine's moaning in pain.

"Uncle Hauser, Aunt Gadama, I, I don't want to go to the ground anymore," Dorothy put down her romance novel in disappointment, "It's... so complicated there."

Gadama hugged her.

Slimani took a deep breath and came back to his senses.

"Then, maybe the Sunset Goddess knows what I have done and punishes me..."

His eyes were frozen and his expression was dull:

"She no longer protects us. My mother-in-law and I will never have children again."

"no more."

Slimani's words echoed in the tunnel, extremely fragile.

"But if, if your child is born healthy, everything will be different from the beginning," Warniak's voice rang out, trembling slightly as he spoke, "then will everything be okay later?"

Slimani's eyes became clear for a while.

He was in a daze for a while and chuckled:

"Maybe."

"No!" Shilay said coldly, making Slimani tremble, "Of course not."

Thales sighed and patted Hilley's hand:

"we do not know."

"The goddess's tests are everywhere," Chad Wei spoke up, his voice was particularly gentle, "The birth of a child is a test, the landlord's extortion is a test, the boss's threats are a test, writing every report is also a test, life's

Every moment is a test."

"Smoking addiction is also a test." Heilai said disdainfully.

Chad hesitated for a moment, his face a little confused, but he still insisted on finishing:

"If your child is healthy when he is born, Mr. Slimani, congratulations. Compared to many people, you have avoided this unfortunate test..."

He paused for a moment and continued:

"But even without this test, if you are still you without change, awakening, or introspection, will you definitely do better next time when you face other different tests?"

Srimani smiled bitterly.

"Yeah, look at me now," he said in despair, "no, I'm at a dead end and have no other way out."

Chad Wei frowned slightly: "But..."

But he was interrupted.

"Priest Chadwei, tell me," Slimani was in a trance, and there was some hope in his words, "will the soul of my daughter, who is as incomplete as she is, return to heaven and return to the goddess of the sunset?"

Chadwei took a deep breath: "Of course..."

"Of course not." Hilley said coldly.

Chad choked up.

"The heavenly kingdom of the gods is just a fabrication to deceive the powerful into paying money to atone for their sins, and to deceive the powerless into living in peace and contentment. Everyone and everyone's soul will go to the Hell River after death, where they will be completely destroyed. There is no such thing as

Exception." Hilley said coldly.

The light in Slimani's eyes dimmed.

Thales glanced at Hilley, but the latter's expression was cold.

Slimani let out a breath, as if giving up something;

"Then tell me, if you are as sinful as me, can you see her after death?"

Hilley was about to speak, but this time, Thales held her hand tightly.

"I don't know," Thales said as gently as possible, "but at least, at least I believe that when you speak out your heart and sincerely repent - you passed the test of this moment."

Hilley raised her eyebrows, but Thales held her wrist tightly to prevent her from spoiling the atmosphere.

Slimani took a shaky breath.

He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "It's already too late."

"Not too late."

Chadwei took over the conversation and smiled. Unfortunately, with his dignity, he looked like a weird uncle who deceived children:

"It's never too late."

But Slimani seemed to be inspired. He sniffed, his eyes were moist, and he nodded gratefully:

"Thanks."

The tunnel was quiet for a while, and finally Priest Chadwei slapped his thigh to break the silence.

"Okay, the sun is starting to set," he patted his head and pointed to the top of his head, "I have to rush back to the temple, otherwise if they check the guard..."

"Then it's time for us to go back to the nest, Bobo, follow us." Hauser stood up and called to Gadama and the others. "If you need help, come to us at any time. Do you still remember us?"

How to get to the tunnel? Huaiya?"

Those many winding tunnels that go up and down?

Thales said with a smile; "Of course."

Ah, fortunately, the mountains tolerate his footsteps.
To be continued...