Mage Joan

It has been negotiated here. Joan took out the "communication stone" to inspire "advanced communication skills" and set up a communication network including Sir Castis, Baron Laval and himself.

Baron Laval has received a letter from the Governor and Sir Castis this afternoon. Although he was reluctant, he finally accepted Logan’s terms of peace talks with difficulty and ordered the troops to withdraw from the encirclement, leaving the forest to remove Luo. The Assa people outside the roots leave.

Before leaving, Slude hugged his father with tears in his eyes, and then shook Joan's hand strongly, choked up and exhorted: "My dad will take care of you."

Qiao Anqiang endured the sadness in his heart and nodded solemnly when facing the tearful girl.

The color of the curtain is low, a waning moon hangs in the night sky, the strong wind blows, and the lake is full of cold waves.

After saying goodbye to their father, Haakon and Slud slid on their horses and led the tribe to leave the dense forest and gallop along the flat lake.

Qiao An was still a little rest assured, casting spells to summon the flock of birds, tracking the Asa hunting horse in the night sky, while monitoring the surrounding movement, beware of Baron Laval's rebellion, and send troops to hunt down.

The palm that fell on his shoulder made Qiao Ann come back to his senses and turned to see Uncle Logan's bloodless face.

"Uncle, Baron Laval did not send troops to intercept Haakon and Slude. Now they are safe. You have to take care."

Logan smiled bitterly and shook his head, trying to say something, but was interrupted by a sharp cough.

Qiao An noticed blood leaking from his chest, which seemed to be a cracked wound, and quickly took out a bottle of "Tears of God" soaked potion to help him stop the bleeding and heal the injury.

"I'm okay." Logan waved his hand stubbornly, refused to apply the medicine, and weakly said to Qiao An, "Do you have any'SMS' scroll on your body? I want to send a letter to Elder Siegmund in Stone Pillar Town. , Explain some...very important things."

"I have the scroll, but Uncle Logan, I also have a'communication stone' here. With this Philosopher's Stone, you can directly contact Elder Siegmund, which is more convenient than the'SMS' technique."

Qiao An took out the "communication stone" from his storage bag, but Logan shook his head and refused.

"Some words are inconvenient to speak in person... it is better to write letters."

Qiao An was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but think of himself before. Because of personality problems, I always stammers nervously in front of strangers. If I have to communicate with others, I always prepare the draft in advance, and even write my thoughts on paper and show them to others. This has attracted many questions. Even mocking, and all this is like a vicious circle, further aggravating his isolation and fear of social activities.

It was not until later that he walked out of his hometown town to a completely unfamiliar big city. The changes in the environment forced him to expand his social circle and at the same time provided him with an opportunity to overcome psychological obstacles.

People are forced out. After more than four years of tempering from Delin Town to Leiden Harbor and then to Midgard, they were forced to grow up among the crowd. Qiao Ann has basically overcome the old problems, although he still cannot Have fun in social activities, at least calmly respond to strangers, no longer need to use paper and pen to communicate.

At this moment, I heard Uncle Logan say that writing letters are more suitable for expressing his state of mind than conversations, as if seeing himself in the past from this down-and-out man, looking back on the past, his nose is sour and mixed with mixed feelings.

Taking a deep breath, Qiao An tried to calm down, took out a "SMS" scroll from his storage bag and handed it to Uncle Logan.

Logan's injury seemed more serious than it seemed. He kept coughing up blood when unwinding the scroll, and his fingers were trembling and weak.

Qiao An wanted to help him cast a spell, but was rejected. For the sake of protecting the uncle's privacy, he couldn't insist on it.

After a while, Uncle Logan finally sent the letter out, and the mana-exhausted scroll was turned into ashes, scattered between his fingers, but he was unable to wipe the dust off his body.

Joan looked distraught and planned to go to Sir Castis, and asked him to come forward to persuade Uncle Logan to receive treatment, but he stopped him as soon as he turned around.

"Joan... I still have something to ask you."

"If you have anything, just say it." Qiao An suppressed his anxiety and turned to face Uncle Logan.

"Midgard colony, the legal system implemented is called'case law,' right?"

Qiao Anwan didn't expect that he would ask such a weird question, and he was taken aback for a while before nodding.

"The colony has inherited the precedent system of the Holy Ashen Empire. The legal rules in a certain judgment are not only applicable to the case, as long as the basic facts of the case are similar, the precedent shall be followed for judgment."

"I don't know much about legal affairs. I only know a rough idea. If Holden was here, it would be fine. He will give you a more rigorous answer."

"It's okay, I know something about it." Logan smiled weakly. "In my case, there is no precedent in the Midgard colony, right?"

"I'm afraid it is." Qiao Ann was not sure.

"That is to say, if I appear in your court, whether the final trial result is good or bad, it will become a typical case and be included in the dossier, and will be used by the court to try similar cases in the future."

"It is indeed possible." Qiao An answered truthfully.

"Then if I am found guilty, from now on, my compatriots will also be found guilty for resistance struggles against the colonists, right?"

Qiao Ann felt that something was wrong the more he listened, and tried to encourage Uncle Logan to be more optimistic: "From a good point of view, if you are convicted of innocence or a misdemeanor, if similar conflicts occur again in the future, you will also be sentenced as usual. "

"So, whether I am guilty or innocent, whether my compatriots are guilty, or whether the descendants of our Asa tribe are guilty, the decision is not in our own hands, but the courts of your colony make the verdict, just like our aborigines. It is like a wild beast, without brains, not thinking, and we need colonists to draw a red line for us, telling us that here is good, and there is evil. Define what is sin and what is punishment, right?"

Logan Walsung’s questions were sharper than the other.

"Joan, I am not a colonizer, but you have to use the law formulated by the colonial government to try me. Your court will select 12 colonists who don’t understand me at all to determine whether I am guilty. Do you think this is fair? ?"

"This……"

After all, Qiao An didn't study law. He sweated his forehead when he asked, and he didn't know how to answer.

Uncle Logan sneered and slowly closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I can't accept this unequal robber logic from the root..."

"Logan, you promised me to live well in front of Haakon and Slud, dignified man, don't words count?!"

Behind Joan, there was an unpleasant reprimand from Sir Castis.