Chapter 148 Chapter 148 is breaking the law.
When saying goodbye to the gods, Su Cheng couldn't help but ask them if they had found a way.
"After all these years," she said, "have you made any progress on your plans?"
"I suppose so—"
Rocky looked at her with a smile, and in his blue eyes that seemed to contain endless possibilities, there was a hint of undisguised admiration.
"Although there are some twists and turns," He said gently, "I think it will be resolved."
A strange thought popped up in Su Cheng's mind, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should speak up.
She thought for a moment, then hesitated before asking, "I met the God of Love earlier, and He said my journey wasn't over yet. So what about now?"
"There are others who want to see you," Rocky said. "Perhaps you can continue north."
"Okay," Su Cheng nodded. "Goodbye then. Oh, Camus, although you'll probably forget me next time we meet—"
"That's not my name," the blond said speechlessly, "and I don't need it."
"Ha, we'll see."
Under the inexplicable gaze of the God of Memory, Su Cheng couldn't help but look at his teachers again.
Su Cheng: "Why is it that even though they are both gods, their personalities are so human, while the God of Joy is, well, how should I put it, you must understand what I mean—"
Camus didn't seem angry, and apparently, being human wasn't a bad word for him.
However, when He said the last sentence, He seemed a little unhappy, as if He did not want to be compared with another God.
Rocky raised his eyebrows slightly. "Happiness is a state, memory is existence. The power of the Apostle of Joy lies in the present moment. As for my student, He is forged from shattered dreams, distorted truths, faded pain, and false sweetness. Humans spend half their lives consumed by either sorrow or joy over a memory, grappling with things that never existed. This contradiction and chaos is the core of authority."
Su Cheng looked at Camus thoughtfully.
He looked even more unhappy and disappeared on the spot.
Su Cheng: “…”
This guy seems to be no different as a god or a human.
"For every intelligent creature, memory is you. It's the paths you've walked, the wounds you've sustained when you've fallen, the marks of your victories. It's not just a passing emotion, but the craftsman who builds your own temple alongside you. It's all the contradictions that have shaped you—"
Rocky obviously knew his students very well. He was not surprised to see someone leave and did not even pause to speak.
Su Cheng found it inexplicably funny, "He is indeed quite contradictory."
After saying goodbye, she bought a bunch of random desserts.
From easy-to-carry candies to lava bread wrapped in oil paper, there are also two strings of rock sugar fruit gourds - the one selected by Gushen Yanxuan.
After being teleported to the north, Su Cheng appeared on a gravel road, with a freight carriage slowly approaching from behind, pulling fragrant wine barrels.
The driver was obviously used to the bumpy ride and even yawned as he leaned back in his seat. "Want to get in? Give me a few copper coins and I'll take you to Hilpedion."
Su Cheng had no idea where that place was.
Although this was within the territory of the Silver Moon Empire, there were more than ten large cities in the empire and three-digit small and medium-sized cities, most of which she could not spell.
"Thank you for your help," she said, pulling out the silver coins. "Also, I'd like to try some of your wine."
The driver turned around, rummaged through the jars, and tossed them to her, "That's all we have. Don't touch the ones in the barrel. They're for the tavern!"
Su Cheng got into the car immediately, drinking the sweet sparkling wine and eating bread.
The wheels rolled over the fine gravel on the road, the fields on both sides rolled in golden waves, and the sweet fragrance of wheat ears came on the wind.
The hillside is dotted with stone houses with pointed roofs, wooden fences covered with roses and asters, and wisps of green smoke wafting from the chimneys.
She leaned against the wine barrel in a trance, gazing at the beautiful pastoral scenery until the buildings on the roadside became more densely packed and a distinct residential area emerged.
More freight trucks came towards them, and the drivers greeted them at the top of their voices, but their voices gradually faded away.
Su Cheng wasn't quite sure what would happen next.
She didn't remember Lin Yun having a similar experience, but then again, judging from all the clues, it was hard to say whether this entire world was actually a book.
But she couldn't figure out what the connection was.
"Little girl!" the driver shouted, "We've arrived at Hilpedian! I don't think you have an eastern accent. West Gate is the dock area. If you like the hustle and bustle, you can go to the Riverside Boulevard..."
Su Cheng thanked him, got out of the car and walked across the dock where white birds were flying. The air was filled with the salty and damp smell of rust, fish and seaweed. Crew members and workers passed by in a hurry.
She walked along the road deeper into the city.
This is obviously an ancient city with a long history. The red walls of the buildings on both sides of the cobblestone street are mottled and covered with emerald green vines. The smell of tobacco and oak wafts out of the windows, mixed with the sweet smell of various spices, leather and flowers.
On the road passed carriages of nobles and wealthy businessmen, as well as mercenaries with their Warcraft companions and small vendors carrying boxes of goods. It looked quite lively, but not noisy.
Su Cheng's mood became inexplicably better, and he accidentally turned into a wider and more solemn tree-lined road.
There are two rows of lush fig trees on the roadside, with lush branches and leaves overlapping above, and flickering spots of light swaying on the ground.
As she crossed the road, she saw that the buildings around her became more majestic and towering, with ornately carved stone pillars and huge arcades.
The theater and the museum face each other in the middle of the street, the city hall and the court are separated at the street intersection, and the atmosphere of wealth and power is everywhere. There are fewer and fewer pedestrians, and the lawns are becoming more and more neat, showing a strong sense of order.
Under the shade of a tree by the roadside, a few people were standing together talking, and a simple green horse-drawn carriage was passing by.
Su Cheng suddenly felt the fluctuation of spatial power.
Almost at the same time——
She dodged the incoming attack, avoiding having her face sliced in half, and charged forward with her sword.
bite!
Someone jumped out of the green carriage, holding a scimitar with a blue-green luster in his hand.
At that moment, the thin blade was hit by the heavy sword, and the edge of the thick sword back was suddenly raised up, and the two fighting spirits clashed in a flash.
With a crisp cracking sound, the blade, which was flashing with bright poisonous light, shattered into pieces and turned into flying fragments.
The greatsword slashed down with tremendous wind pressure.
Space distorted again.
The assassin clearly wanted to escape, but he was facing someone who could use the same power, so the rift he created did not stop her.
The pitch-black sword blade tore through the air like a hot knife cutting through butter, splitting the assassin's body diagonally in two, and the splattered blood dyed the clean cobblestone road red.
The assassin's remains fell to the ground.
The group of people next to them had stopped talking long ago, and their expressions were different at this time. Some looked terrified, some had flickering expressions, and one person just walked over.
"Hmm," Su Cheng looked at the corpse, "I'm sorry, shouldn't we leave someone alive? After all, it seems like his target is you, and he just wants to kill the others."
"No need to apologize, sir," the man said, looking down at the body. "He didn't hold back on you either."
After saying that, he looked at her again.
Su Cheng was still staring at the assassin, because the man was dead, but there seemed to be some power left in the body.
She glanced up casually, then froze.
He was a young, handsome man dressed in aristocratic attire, wearing a double-breasted dark blue long coat, with curly hair as bright as molten gold, neatly tied behind his head.
He has a handsome face and a dignified temperament. He speaks in a calm manner, yet with a sense of calmness and majesty.
"...And, I want to thank you."
His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, were the blue of the sky after the rain, or like mountains in the morning mist. They were quite oppressive when he looked at people.
Su Cheng raised his hand slightly, "Can you close your eyes and feel if there is any discomfort in your body?"
The blond man was slightly startled. He was not a magician to begin with, and thought that the assassin had cast some evil spell, so he did as he was told.
Su Cheng looked at the handsome face that looked like a classical sculpture and the way his eyes were closed, and matched this image with someone in his memory.
"……alright."
Isn’t this the future God of Law?
Although he now looks like an ordinary noble who has practiced fighting spirit.
Of course, considering the strength of his fighting spirit, it is quite good, probably even stronger than Xiao Ma.
But he was obviously a few years older.
"If you don't feel any discomfort," Su Cheng said calmly, "then there's no problem."
The blond man glanced at her.
He may have felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't think of a reason for such a prank, so he could only believe her.
"...Sir! Sir Kurt!"
Several other people quickly gathered over, and even in front of the buildings farther away, people kept approaching.
"Master Kurt! Are you okay?"
"Thank God, Your Excellency, you are not hurt. I have a potion here--"
"Thank you, my valiant Excellency—"
Those people were dressed differently, some were just ordinary people, and some looked like civil servants from the city hall. They surrounded the blond man and asked him about his well-being.
Their faces were filled with admiration and gratitude, their emotions were very sincere, and it was obvious that they didn't want him to get hurt.
"Wait a moment!"
Su Cheng raised his hand. "This person may not be dead yet. No, um, he really died just now—"
The two broken pieces of the corpse on the ground suddenly shook violently a few times, gray-black smoke emerged from the cut ends, and flesh and blood began to regenerate strangely.
However--
That was quickly interrupted by the eruption of black flames.
Su Cheng did not attack again, but he had defeated him before with his fighting spirit, and now some of the fighting spirit was still remaining in his body, suppressing his self-healing ability.
The assassin was unable to fully recover, but he did take a breath and fell into a state of serious injury and near death, with a strange sound like a broken bellows coming from his throat.
He propped up his upper body and spat out a mouthful of blood foam, "Hahahahahaha——"
The assassin cursed amidst a shrill laugh, his bloodstained face twisted in a mocking expression.
"Look, these stupid sheep... still care about the butcher..."
The assassin cursed loudly, his voice hoarse as sandpaper. "Did you hear that, Kurt? They're praising you, your hands stained with the blood and tears of innocent people!"
His voice suddenly rose, filled with a desperate madness. "They don't know what you've done. You hanged a worker who robbed five gold coins, but you didn't know he was trying to buy a potion to save his son's life. Your law says robbery is robbery, but it doesn't say how to help a desperate father and a seriously ill child! You stripped Viscount Liseway of her title and property just because she forged that insignificant trade document. Your law says it's a crime of forgery, but it doesn't mention that hundreds of people lost their livelihoods and a thousand-year-old family lost its honor. She committed suicide in front of your court with her ancestral sword, and you didn't even blink!"
The assassin's breathing became more and more rapid, and his voice turned into a scream. "You cruel monster, heartless puppet! Kurt Firness! You only serve the code written in stone and human blood! You butcher! The blood of common people and nobles has dried up at the foot of your court, adding bricks and tiles to your altar of justice. Those who have nowhere to go, those who have no way to retreat, have all been forced to death by you! You have destroyed their way of life! And you still claim that this is order-"
His voice gradually faded. "How could anyone still cheer for you? You love him only because you haven't broken the law, so he's upholding 'justice' for you. Sooner or later, you'll be strangled to death by his legal noose..."
"Wait a minute," Su Cheng couldn't help but say, "You just tried to kill an innocent passerby. If I weren't a space mage, my head would have been broken in half, right?"
The assassin was interrupted by her and looked even angrier, but he was too exhausted to curse out loud.
"You," he said with his dying breath, "Your fighting spirit is very strong. I'm afraid you'll cause trouble. After all, he's not easy to deal with. If you were an ordinary person, I wouldn't attack you..."
"Oh," Su Cheng rolled his eyes, "it seems that it was my own fault that I almost got my head smashed while walking on the street."
The assassin ignored her.
"Kurt, you won't be so lucky every time. I curse you. You will die in pain... Your laws will no longer apply... Your enemies will use their power to trample on those rules..."
The curse seemed to drain all his strength.
The assassin's head tilted, the anger in his eyes completely extinguished, and he was completely dead.
The boulevard also fell into silence.
The blond man glanced at the body on the ground, his expression expressionless. "...I'll have someone investigate."
He looked at Su Cheng and motioned her to talk to the side.
Su Cheng walked over and asked, "Sir?"
Kurt looked at her, his face still stern and dignified, "...I have a guest at home. The aura of power he displayed is somewhat similar to what you feel."
Su Cheng was quiet for a few seconds, "Sorry, I have too much aura, you might want to be more specific."
He also fell silent. "That person asked if I wanted to become a god."
Su Cheng nodded in understanding, "Then I can probably guess. Have you learned illusion techniques?"
"I know a little bit." Kurt hesitated, "Is that the World-Reflector?"
Su Cheng discovered that people of this era were different, and they didn't seem to be particularly shocked by the arrival of the ancient gods.
"Let me guess," she spread out her hands, "did He ever say He was waiting for me?"
The blond man nodded slowly. "I did say something similar, but at that time I wasn't sure who he was referring to."
He then took her back to his mansion.
As the Chief Justice of Hilpedian, Kurt was originally from a noble family.
His mother, Marquis Fernis, was the head of a lord's family. Because she was not the eldest daughter, she was unable to inherit the hereditary title, but later advanced to the rank of War Lord and was rewarded.
Now the Marquis is still in seclusion practicing, trying to reach the ninth level.
Kurt became a judge entirely out of his own will - otherwise many wealthy nobles like him would not be willing to take up the job.
Now he has moved out of the Marquis's castle and bought a small manor of his own.
"Speaking of which..."
On the way to the manor, Su Cheng asked casually.
"The assassin said those words in front of so many people," she glanced at the Lord Chancellor, "I thought you would respond."
"Reply?" Kurt said calmly. "I can indeed say something. For example, the worker who was hanged stabbed the bakery owner during the robbery. If the owner's children had not come out in time, she would have died from excessive blood loss. For example, in order to seize the exclusive spice supply channel, Viscount Liseway tampered with the terms in the forged license, limiting the purchasing rights to his own family alone. He also forged the Maritime Administration's emblem and forcibly stopped all the spice ships of the city-state merchants. He resold the intercepted raw materials at five times the price. A debtor merchant who wanted to use this opportunity to make a comeback was forced to jump into the sea and commit suicide -"
He paused. "But I don't want to talk about this. Because I sentence prisoners not because I think they are hateful, but simply because they broke the law."
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