Chapter 281: The Final Verdict

Three days later, the human trafficking verdict of the East street fabric merchant was pasted in the large square, and just like the previous time, the City Hall sent a literate person to stand reading it out loud for the entire city to hear.

The East street fabric merchant, named Ambrose Gault, committed three crimes: human trafficking, resisting and assaulting public officials on duty, publicly slandering the City Hall’s administrative apparatus.

During the crime-committing process, he also used tricks to force transactions, leading to the deaths of many innocent people, resulting in being charged with the crime of "Intentional Murder."

With solid evidence, according to the Lyra Constitution, Ambrose was sentenced to death. Those assisting him were all sentenced to exile.

In addition, during the investigation process, the Department of Public Security also discovered the Gault family’s fabric shop and textile workshop had signs of forging ledgers and falsifying tax declarations throughout twenty years of operation. The properties related to the flax plantations and real estate of the Gault family also had signs of usurping citizens’ properties.

The shop and textile workshop were immediately sealed, the plantations and real estate were cross-checked against the ledgers, returned to the families whose land was robbed. The properties with untraceable origins would be brought out for public auction.

The money collected from these auctioned properties would be consolidated into Lyra city’s public assets, used for livelihood development and social welfare works.

Nell’s father, Santo Baker, was sentenced to ten years of hard labor for three crimes: one, illegal human trafficking; two, abusing his mate and children; three, severely violating the loyalty clause in marriage.

In addition, due to receiving a divorce petition from Madam Merrin Harris, Mr. Baker’s legal wife, the Court ruled the marriage relationship between Mr. Baker and Madam Harris was no longer valid. Madam Merrin received custody rights over the three common children of the two, a portion of assets including one acre of land, fifteen silver coins, and half of the real estate the couple was living in.

Only up until this moment did Merrin know her husband actually had an extramarital affair with a widow, the money in the house being all taken away by him to feed his lover. The reason he risked his life selling her three children this time was because his lover wanted to buy a house in the inner city.

Merrin gritted her teeth. Fortunately, she had decided to divorce him, and the Court had ruled she won the case.

After hearing the verdict announcement, Santo Baker still yelled unconvinced. He even cursed and threatened Merrin, but under the molding of the administrative staff these past few days, Merrin was no longer the weak, cowardly wife allowing him to beat her like before.

She walked in front of Santo, swinging her hand continuously slapping him dozens of times.

Santo’s face was beaten swollen by her like a pig’s face, the law enforcement staff standing beside deliberately tilted their necks up to the sky.

Did someone assault a prisoner? Where? Why did they not see it?

Merrin beat until her hands were satisfied before finally stopping. She shook her aching hands, kicking Santo twice in disgust. This scumbag’s facial skin was truly thick, she had only hit more than twenty times yet her two hands were already bright red. But sore hands were just sore hands, in her heart at this moment she actually felt extremely euphoric.

Before leaving the judgment podium, she even spat straight into Santo’s face. His two eyes glared widely at her with hatred, as if wanting to lunge forward to tear her apart right instantly.

Merrin smirked contemptuously. This scumbag probably still did not know she used two silver coins from the money divided from his assets, bribing the prison guard escorting him to the hard labor area, huh.

After receiving her money, the prison guard patted his chest guaranteeing he would send Santo to the most arduous, most dangerous area to reform. In that place, a few people carelessly dying from labor accidents a year was a normal occurrence.

Therefore it is said, provoke anyone but do not provoke women. Once they become vicious, this entire world must tremble.

Regarding this matter, Kaelen knew vividly, but he completely did not stop it. He did not live someone else’s life, therefore he lacked the qualification to advise them to be magnanimous. On the contrary, he even felt Merrin was still too merciful.

A person like Santo, dying would be too easy for him. If it were him, he would let him live out his ten years of hard labor, then end his life right when he had one day left to be released. What could be more despairing than experiencing ten miserable years, seeing the day of freedom right before one’s eyes yet kicking the bucket?

Thinking of this, Kaelen covered his face smiling bitterly. He was infected by this sinister and crafty personality from Sane already, anyone not knowing would even think he was the God of War instead.

In a certain forest, a Soaring Snake riding on the head of a tiger suddenly sneezed continuously. The Soaring Snake’s subordinates hurriedly surrounded him, inquiring solicitously.

The Soaring Snake shook his head saying it was nothing, ordering them to continue hitting the road.

What do these fools know, this must be my mate missing me. I must quickly run to reunite with him, otherwise he will cry his eyes blind.

Sane resentfully used his tail to continuously press the communication bracelet, the thing that since the moment he broke the shell had become a crown on his head. Divine Energy transmitted into the magic stone yet was like a salt grain dropped into water, vanishing in an instant without a trace.

Probably because the distance was too far, the signal could not transmit to Kaelen’s side. Sane also did not transmit more Divine Energy into it anymore, his situation right now it was still better to save a bit.

Sane sat on the head of the White Tiger clan beastman, frustratingly using his tail to rest his chin looking up at the sky, his soul having flown to who knows where.

Half a year ago, he and Kaelen held hands tightly stepping through the space gate, yet upon arriving in this world they were separated. Kaelen did not know where he had been sent to, while he actually degenerated back to infant form.

At that time, Sane had also realized, the Heavenly Dao of this world had been switched already.

He stayed inside the egg constantly trying to saw off one-third of the shackles binding his Divine soul before finally breaking the shell successfully. Sane remembered the day he broke the shell, the sky poured extremely heavy lightning rain flattening the entire forest he was in. Fortunately, on his body, there were up to exactly five defensive arrays made by Kaelen; these five arrays simultaneously activated forming a God-level defensive array, saving him from the danger of turning into ashes.

Taking seven days to break the shell successfully, on his body at this moment there was only one-third of his Divine Energy left, completely a thin-skinned soft-fleshed snake. Fortunately, the entity up there was still wary of him, therefore had not truly struck a killing blow yet. Or It wanted to but could not do it.

After breaking the shell, Sane personally slithered out of the area scorched by lightning strikes, choosing a random direction to go.

He slithered for half a month, finally encountering a mercenary group escorting Beastman slaves to the beast arena. Sane stealthily sneaked under the carriage chassis, listening to them talk, also gradually grasping the direction of the world.

Originally he only intended to hitch a ride on these people’s carriage for a distance, unexpectedly three days later he accidentally heard their new story. They said Lyra city on the other half of the continent underwent an extremely immense change.

An entity impersonating the Holy Son of the Church of Light appeared, executed two White-Robed Cardinals, and stripped the status of several monks. After that, this person even shook hands with the City Lord of Lyra city to carry out an advanced reform process.

It was heard in Lyra city, humans and non-humans could live peacefully, eating together, sleeping together, working together. In Lyra there were no slaves, nor was it allowed to trade people including humans and non-humans. Children in Lyra got to go to school, people living in Lyra were provided with jobs.

They even made very many new items like soap, shampoo, perfume, new-style looms, sewing machines,...

The entire Royal Capital of Cathalan coveted these new technologies of Lyra, the Church of Light also desired the Divine Energy that the followers of the fake Holy Son possessed. In one month, they had summoned large and small scale legions advancing to conquer Lyra, but every time they failed miserably.

That fake Holy Son was truly formidable, waving a hand once caused mountains and forests to tilt, land to come alive blocking the footsteps of the invading army. Furthermore, importantly this Holy Son did not show his face every time. The majority of the battle merits belonged to the soldiers of Lyra city.

They had sharp weapons forged by Dwarves, plus the smooth coordination between humans and non-humans, the enemies completely could not touch a single blade of grass of Lyra.

Very many, very many.

They talked very much about the battle merits of Lyra city, while Sane had only heard the beginning part and was already stunned. He was dazed for a moment, then wildly joyful.

That is Kaelen!

That is my mate!

Because of being too joyful, Sane momentarily lost control of his Divine Energy. While the mercenary group was talking lively, the sky suddenly went pitch-black, black clouds rolling overhead.

Rumble! Rumble!

A purple light beam from under their prison cart shot straight up to the sky, carrying an extremely powerful pressure, pressing them down unable to move. The Beastman prisoner group was also so terrified they transformed back to beast forms, tucking their tails whining.

In the sky suddenly appeared a tall and large dark shadow.

A creature with a dark purple body, its body long like a snake yet having horns, on its back even having a giant pair of wings like dragon wings. This creature’s entire body was surrounded by purple lightning streaks, crackling back and forth in the air making people’s scalps numb.

"De... demonic creature..." A Sword Saint-level swordsman tried to raise his head looking up, seeing the shape of the strange creature in the sky then screaming fearfully.

Sane lost control of his Divine Energy, was trying to regain control to avoid causing casualties, hearing these words became so angry his scales stood on end. He poked his head down before that guy’s face, roaring loudly:

"Demonic creature your mother! I am a God!"

That Sword Saint foamed at the mouth, rolling onto the ground fainting on the spot.

After that appeared the scene of the caravan sequentially hitting the road heading towards Lyra city like right now...