Zigeng's eyes, which were lighter due to his age, shone with a deep color, as if he was considering how to speak, which made Kalki feel more and more heavy pressure.
"Your wife has been suffering from postpartum depression. She no longer works at the D378 Small Arms Research Institute."
"What?!" Kalki looked stunned. He instinctively felt that the presiding judge had concealed the truth from him. "Tell me, what is going on? Please tell me the truth and treat it like a dying person."
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This young general with disheveled blond hair and blue eyes as sad as a lamentation impressed the chief judge, who was always fair but had a heart of steel.
"Deacon Kalki, you are a good husband. It is touching that you are still worried about your wife at this moment."
"No, apart from hurting her, I can't give her anything more..." Kalki lowered his head, "Guilt, if I don't untie the knot of guilt, leaving this world will make me extremely regretful. I want to know the truth.
"
"Your wife reacted to her superiors and asked to raise the children herself. This was a very deviant thing. She began to refuse to go to mass and refused to take 'Amilido' to stabilize her mood. The Ministry of Internal Affairs interviewed her and she has since quit smoking.
Rashidvardi Bay Area has moved away... I don't want to make you more sad." The presiding judge seemed a little hesitant.
"What can I feel sad about now?"
"Your home has been ritually burned after you committed the unforgivable crime."
Kalki, wearing a black robe, stood quietly in the darkness. The scene when he returned home for the first time suddenly appeared in his mind: He, who had not yet adapted to moving away from Bukhara, walked under the bright sunshine at noon and saw
A beautiful blond girl sits elegantly on a bench by the water. She has a melancholy face, wearing a dark blue dress with a hem like an open flower, an apricot pink gauze, and her hair is decorated with jasmine flowers.
Gorgeous flowers bloomed behind you, and white water lilies bloomed in the pool in front of you, lingering with a refreshing fragrance.
"A young man once had a dream. Everything was beautiful. He thought that the world should be as beautiful and good as it should be. Now, when he woke up from the dream, he stood in a dark cell, filled with nothingness."
Kalki sighed and raised his head. In the darkness, the corners of his eyes shimmered.
"For us Platonic people, marriage is just a thirty-year contract between husband and wife. Your wife will be properly taken care of and everything is in order." The tone of the presiding judge was much softer than when they first met, and even sounded a little softer.
It feels soothing.
"Everything is in order, hehe, this is the mantra of the old principal of Ajido Martial Arts School... The old knights like to say this, and everyone believes it, but what kind of order is this? Mechanical and cruel, human beings
Just like a tool without emotions and selfish desires, it becomes the firewood of civilization and is burned to the ground."
"You are against the system, right?" Zi Geng narrowed his eyes, "That's why you do such a stupid thing."
"Yes, I hit an egg against a stone and was shattered into pieces. But at least I resisted."
"Everyone is young, Kalki, but you are still too young. A beast has just grown up, grown sharp claws and fangs, and attacks as it pleases. Those claws are still too immature and will be damaged if they are broken. A deacon said
Riots on the front line are meaningless except for harming others and ourselves." This old knight with gray temples has an elegant temperament like a blue dragon and appears to be extremely wise. "The interesting thing about the steel-like system of order is that as long as you become the order
Otherwise, it can do nothing to you. You are noble-minded but simple. You are young and eager to achieve success in everything. You do not understand the mystery of waiting. A gentleman accumulates strength and moves with the times. Sometimes time is an enemy and sometimes a friend.
"
Kalki was stunned. On the battlefield, he endured long-term interstellar battles in order to catch fighter planes, but in real life, he could not endure the long-term pain and humiliation.
"These words are spoken to a dying person. The old knight will not open his heart casually."
"Of course, the more perfect the system, the more dangerous it is. Self-protection is very important. You still have some time to get along with yourself, take a bath and change clothes." Zigeng smiled and actually put his hand on his shoulder,
Showing fatherly warmth.
"Okay, but after that, I want to be executed immediately." He said softly, with a bit of boyish innocence.
"According to Plato's law, we cannot execute anyone at night. We must wait for the first ray of sunlight to rise before executing anyone."
"If I remember correctly, death from this kind of injection takes a long time."
"You have to wait at least five hours after the injection so it's painless and you start to become drowsy and then die in your sleep."
"Then what are you waiting for? I will die in the sun, it is completely legal." He looked at the presiding judge calmly with his still blue eyes in the darkness, "I hate being imprisoned in a dark wall, let me be free."
He has always been a decisive person, both when it comes to taking the lives of others and when it comes to taking his own life.
Water falls like raindrops from a high place.
Under this refreshing and pleasant water curtain, he washed away the stench all over his body caused by being trapped in the "house" during the long interstellar journey for several weeks.
This is Plato, even death must be extremely clean.
"Kalki is indeed the 'Flower of Knights', the most handsome grand leader."
When he walked in from the side of the door wearing a bright red knight's robe, Zi Geng praised him with an appreciative tone.
After bathing and shaving, Kalki looked brand new. His long golden hair was spread over his shoulders, reflecting the faint light in the dark. His stubbled face looked tough but still handsome after shaving, not to mention his
With a perfect body shape and natural noble temperament, when walking, his steps are strong and vigorous, and the corners of his robe are flying, making him so elegant that he is unlike any ordinary person.
Doctors, executors and witnesses gathered around to lead him to the room.
"I want to die somewhere with open sky."
"A military prison is not an idyllic place. The temperature dropped last night in Nedva Ring and it snowed outside."
"Mornings with snow are great."
The sky was pitch black, and in the darkness before dawn in winter, a streamlined Ministry of Internal Affairs official ship flew with the blue flames of its engine towards the military prison that was like a huge square box on the top of the mountain.
"I am Shankara, the special envoy of the Minister of Home Affairs. I want to see the warden."
A tall and handsome young man rushed out wearing a knight's cloak. His bun was messy, as if he had tied it up casually.
"The warden is not here, he has gone to a meeting." A staff member who greeted him replied respectfully and coldly.
The Ministry of Internal Affairs was a feared and hated new department, and the Platonists naturally resisted it.
"Then who is in charge here? I want to see him!" Shankara said arrogantly.