Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

——Finally clean.

The moment the door was locked, Roland thought so involuntarily. Although I feel a little sorry for the doctors and nurses who exhausted themselves to heal themselves, anyone who is surrounded by 10 medical, surgical, nutrition experts, and 30 nurses will feel uncomfortable. First of all, doctors always discuss treatment options, and then produce different opinions and disputes. In order to show that you are smarter, disputes will become debates, and no one can persuade each other's debates to eventually become quarrels and abuse, or even physical conflicts. No patient would think it would be a pleasing thing for a group of white lab coats to perform this kind of play in front of themselves all day long; secondly, it is a waste of medical resources for a large group of expert professors to serve him alone, which will delay the treatment of other patients; finally You can figure out with his toes, why he received such a kind "hospitality".

After spitting out the depression, Roland's expression became more cheerful.

When I woke up, my body was unexpectedly relaxed. The high fever and headache that almost killed his life had already disappeared. The memory from the explosion to the sober was completely blurred. I still remember a few scattered fragments... A pair of cool and gentle hands wiped my body, He fed him something terrifying, but the specific characters and things can't be remembered at all, and he seems to be quite sick.

The medical record report says almost the same. The impact of the blast caused by the explosion, falling water at high altitude, continuous high fever, irregular emergency treatment, unhygienic diet... It is a medical miracle to survive.

No... what really should be called a miracle is the fact that when I was a child, I was trained like that and grew up smoothly.

The past bit by bit scratched his heart, and suddenly his face sank.

(……why?)

A girl's face flashed through her head.

The innocent child face, the face overwhelmed by anger and despair. Even if you reach out. There is no way to stop them from seeing the unnamed girl of hope, even the corpses that can be buried in the tomb and the tombstones filled in with the name are not left.

The incident left a deep scar in Roland's heart. When he recalled the girl's last expression of crying and swearing, Roland felt out of breath.

"Why... do you want to do that?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Like a sigh, it was like a voice of interrogation, turning his face, Brenhill's expression seemed to be in sight.

"We are not the child himself, and we have no way of knowing her experiences, thoughts, and motives for action. Perhaps she has an unknown bitterness. But this is not a reason to involve others in her own death."

Sincere but hidden sharp speech made Roland hold his breath. Brunn Hill rarely slammed in memory, but the speech impacted him more.

Everyone must be responsible for their own lives, and the choices they make can only be borne by themselves.

This is Li Lin's argument, as his other conclusions are correct, cold, and not tolerant.

Admittedly, this is correct. But... For a fresh life, or a beautiful and bitter young life that has not yet begun to come into contact with life, it ends in that tragic way. To summarize everything with only one conclusion... Is it too sloppy and indifferent?

However, this is not a suitable place for discussion. Those things are not clear in a few words. He depressed the gloomy problem and smiled gratefully.

"I'm sorry to make you come back specially."

"It just happens that I'm going to rotate with Tyre, and I can't talk about trouble. It's you, don't always raise the bar with him. Like this time, if you are not lucky..."

Flood-like admonitions rushed over, and Roland made a gesture of being educated, with a wry smile in his heart.

Whenever there is a dispute between him and Li Lin, Brunn Hill will always persuade her, and her position is also very clear-small things support Roland, big things support Li Lin. Over the years, Roland knew everything about this and did not feel wrong. He waited for the end of 20 minutes of education. He raised his head again and asked:

"How is Minerva?"

The last memory before the coma was that Minerva and himself were blown away by the wind. At the moment, he was in the hospital in Alfheim. I am afraid that Minerva also...

If it is really what he thought, it would be too bad.

Strictly speaking, the elves are not xenophobia. But they are secretists-the kind of security that is relatively thin.

Minerva is not an ordinary civilian, and her evaporation will cause many problems. But in the context of "suicide bomb attacks" and "so far no results have been searched", even if "the official identification of the whereabouts is unknown, the whole society determines that death" is not difficult. As for Roland, it is a simple matter to create an infatuated teenager who has been seriously injured and lost his fiance.

Roland prayed infrequently, praying that the omnipotent mother would not let the situation develop into such a field.

however--

"She was rushed over by the river with you. Your most dangerous days were only supported by your Highness. I can't say "Oh, thank you", and send them back without any indication? "

Li Lin closed the door while explaining his decision.

"In the past three days, she has seen a lot of things, it is impossible to let her go back like this."

The highest governor of Alfheim was relaxed and calm, as if to say a trivial matter that was not even trouble, not a threat.

In fact, that is a threat.

Roland lamented:

"Are you going to... her life claustrophobic?"

The most secretive is the dead. Judging from Li Lin's words, he had no intention of killing Minerva. Then, there are few means he can use to ensure that the secret is not revealed.

Like treating Azdahaka, implanting a "high wall of consciousness" in her brain so that she can never reveal secrets is a solution. Threatening the life of Prince Shire to force her to keep secrets is also a way. Finally, put Minerva under house arrest until the time of death or when Li Lin thinks it is appropriate to keep the secret of Alfheim.

In Li Lin's usual style of doing things, this can be said to be a soft-hearted approach, but Roland still feels uncomfortable.

Frowning slightly, Roland, who recovered, found that Li Lin and Brunn Hill were watching him.

"how?"

He asked.

"We are waiting for you to plead for your fiancee."

Li Lin smiled and ended his game before Roland blushed.

"But this time. You guessed wrong this time. Since everyone is here, entertain the guests and let her go-this is the duty of the master."

"what--?!"

Roland's volume suddenly increased by a few decibels. Unbelievable, shocked, and confused occupied his face in an instant. He carefully looked at Li Lin in front of him. It was as if he saw his guardian for the first time, or confirmed that someone was posing as Li Lin and was joking with him.

"It seems that my image in your heart is terrible, but this time I'm serious, take her around in the city when you are injured and enjoy sick leave."

"What the **** are you thinking about?"

A trace of vigilance flashed in Zitong. Every time Li Lin says words like "vacation" and "enjoyment", it means someone is unlucky. Various Shura venues, fireworks exhibitions and hunting shows will follow. It may not be too big in Alfheim, but...

"I just want to achieve the peaceful coexistence of humans and elves, nothing more."

The tone and tone did not change, but the temperature seemed to drop a few degrees.

A stack of newspapers was delivered to the front, and the Gothic "Alfheim Daily ()" was printed.

"Do you know what has been discussed most recently?"

Before Roland opened up the newspaper completely, Li Lin gave the answer.

"It's the'Scott case.'"

Scott case. The full name is "Scott v. Fitch". Three months ago, human worker Dred Scott walked into the Yalfheim subway and deliberately boarded a train that only served elves. However, according to the traffic laws and regulations of Yalfheim, elves and other races must ride in "equal but segregated" carriages. Due to the violation of the law, Mr. Scott was taken by the police for tea and chat.

But the traffic law is slightly in conflict with the powers given to humans by the Civil Rights Act... At least Mr. Scott believes that he has the right to ride in the same carriage as the elves in the spirit of "the ruling race enjoys basic power." Therefore, he filed a lawsuit in the court, accusing the subway administration and the general police of arresting and detaining him as illegal. However, for some well-known reasons. Judge Werner Friech believes that according to the principle of "isolation but equality", as long as the public facilities for humans and other races are of the same level as elves, it is fair to force them to be separated from elves. The subway management department and the police are only implementing the laws in force within the scope of the management. According to this, Scott lost the case, and at the same time imposed a fine of 300 marks and one month of voluntary labor on the charge of obstructing normal traffic.

Obviously, Mr. Scott could not be satisfied with this, so he again accused Judge Fritch of the High Court of Alfheim and found that the decision was illegal, and again lost the case for granted.

But things did not end there. Despite losing twice. But this does not seem to have caused even a little blow to Mr. Scott's confidence. Perhaps he simply believed that Alfheim was a country ruled by law. Maybe he has the tenacity of "fighting and losing battles", or maybe he intends to make things happen, so as to awaken human rights consciousness, and use a street revolution to pressure the courts and the government... no matter what he thinks. In short, Mr. Scott has once again filed a lawsuit with the High Court.

But he will still lose.

Roland can foresee this ending. And what a strong sum that judgment will leave in the judicial history of Alfheim.

Although legal issues are neither his major nor his hobby, taking into account the social atmosphere and national strategy of Yalfheim, and then referring to the final outcome of similar cases in the past, the inevitability of the results is obvious. The only thing that can be counted is when the sentence is pronounced.

The far-rights and radicals will surely be mad at the verdict. The court will use facts to prove that racial discrimination is a reasonable and legal act. This era of "only doing nothing" will be over, and a new chapter of "dare to say, dare to do" is coming.

"For them, this is just the beginning. The far-right elements headed by Wolfgang Kapp are cascading and intend to push for a bill."

He didn't say anything, but Roland should be able to guess what the bill contains.

It’s not anything else. It’s just a version of the Nuremberg Race Act of Alfheim, which legalizes racial discrimination and persecution, and then produces “Crystal Night”, “Last Settlement”, “like a factory production component.” "Shower room", "Crematorium"... etc.

This is by no means a good thing.

"But what does this have to do with Minerva?"

Roland looked at Li Lin strangely. He couldn't figure out what was the relationship between the two.

"It's okay for now, but it will be soon."

Li Lin blinked mysteriously, his tone changed.

"Let the clowns jump to the top when they jump to the highest point-what do you think of this idea?"

There is no doubt that this is a good idea, a very good idea.

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The headquarters building of "Xibo" is a five-story building with a wide area and a north-facing gate with insufficient lighting for many years. The windows on the ground floor and the first floor of the building are equipped with protective nets, and the dim light passes through the iron fence and the barbed wire, spilling the barbed shadow to the ground. The entire building was accompanied by Baoan police officers working inside, shrouded in reality by the dense fog and the mysterious image of the political detective story.

As the ruling officer and the security police liaison officer, he is the liaison officer of the ruling officer and the security police. He has his own office, cream carpet and wallpaper, concealed spotlights, black leather sofa, and a full set. Redwood office furniture, ivory carved stationery.

In addition to these necessities, this room is also filled with portraits-Heidrich's own portrait.

Heidrich wearing aviation MDS; Heidrich wearing sportswear; Heidrich wearing college graduation uniforms; Heidrich wearing military uniforms; Heidrich playing violin; Heidrich called by the consul... One portrait after another outlines the general trajectory of life—the way to successfully advance to the elite class from Maotou.

Not successful enough.

Hovering between portraits, hunger and thirst sprang up.

As a realist with a narcissistic tendency, Heidrich set the goal of life for himself as a leader of the intelligence and security forces of Yalfheim. It is a super agent enough to be recorded in history.

But for what is a successful super agent, everyone has different standards. Some people think that La Feng is handsome, some people like to be obscured, and more people are at a loss. And Heydrich's standard is very simple, and it is the real super agent who can be recognized by the consul.

It's just that the consul's standards in this respect are a bit higher than expected.

Eye-catching show, tiger-backed waist, sports all-round, samboda, judo 8th, taekwondo black belt 9th glory, heaven can fly the plane~www.wuxiaspot.com~Xiahai can open the submarine, and finally be able to win the honorary title of "Saint emperor" ...

This requirement is not so high...

Even more bizarre is that a certain time Heidrich had a whimsy and input the above requirements into the calculation circuit to perform calculations. The result was... "Tsar"? !

It's a hell, I haven't heard that Mao Xiong still has such a number of czars. Also, do they have such racial talent?

Surprised by surprise, Heidrich continues to work in this direction, but hard work alone is not enough, and sometimes a little patience, opportunity and luck.

His eyes fell on a document on his desk, and he read the contents in detail for the fifth time.

He has had enough patience and effort, and luck and opportunity have come, now it is up to him to grasp it.

Looking at the picture of Minerva pinned to the document with a paper clip, Heidrich's mouth slowly rose. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please read it for mobile users.)