'Thanks be to the God of the Law,' this phrase became popular among intelligent beings.
When the concept of law takes root in people's hearts.
He is the protector of law-abiding citizens.
He is the 'hell' for evildoers.
The bards sang of His great achievements and praised His supreme divine office.
Those who suffered injustice repeatedly chanted "God of the Law" in despair, and finally, on that day, the God of the Law was born.
...
That day, as always, Panticillin successfully angered several brainstem-deficient "patients" in the "Non-Intelligent Connection" to the point that they pulled their hair and banged their heads against the wall.
A refreshed and energetic lawyer walked gracefully out of the 'Feizhilian' headquarters, carrying his briefcase.
Hote, the coachman waiting at the entrance of the 'Non-Intelligence Alliance' headquarters, hurriedly threw away the cigarette in his hand and opened the carriage door for his employer.
"Go to the nearest teleportation array," he instructed before closing the car door.
"Yes, sir."
The driver leaped into the driver's seat, neither using a whip nor holding the reins, and simply said, "Get going, lads."
The plump and strong Pegasus shook their manes, snorted, and immediately started running.
"Ahhhhhh—Panticillin!! You piece of shit!! @￥#……￥#!!!" A miserable scream followed.
A young Pegasus craned its neck to look back, causing several Pegasus horses that had been marching in unison to suddenly lose their footing.
"Hey! Hales, you're going to get us docked pay," the coachman muttered under his breath.
The young Pegasus named 'Hals' turned his head and said, 'Guys, the old man who came chasing us jumped three feet high, and his wig fell to the ground.'
The older golden-maned pegasus beside him remained very calm. "I thought you should be used to this kind of thing by now, being around this boss."
"Hehehe, yeah, the last time that paralyzed guy was carried to court, he got so angry that he stood up from his wheelchair just to catch up with his boss and hit him with his shoe..."
The lead, agile golden-maned celestial horse glanced at its working partner.
Yes, Panticillin demanded uniform mane color; they were among the most dazzling golden-maned horses in the pack.
Led by the lead horse, with flapping wings and hooves off the ground, the carriage soared into the blue sky.
"Don't talk about the boss," Toastmaster warned a few of his fellow workers who were getting into a conversation.
"We're just worried about the boss." The Pegasus blinked innocently.
Toastmaster rolled his eyes and snorted, “When you get fired, don’t get a penny, and he sends you to that prison, you can use that as your defense in court.”
Colleague A: "..."
Colleague B: "..."
Hals, who had started the conversation, said guiltily, "We were really worried about Mr. Pantishlin. After all, he offered a very generous reward, which is quite rare among the stingy Tankar elves."
"Oh! Right! Look at those brothers who ran off to become warhorses, tsk, they were all fooled by the sweet talk of those warriors."
Look at those brothers and sisters, they're all living worse lives than the last. Not only are they exhausted from training, but they also earn less than us.
The coachman gripped the reins tightly, wondering if he should remind these gentlemen that the owner inside the carriage could hear them...
"Ah... but those soldiers are all their lapdogs," Pegasus C murmured.
“And we have to be the boss’s lapdogs,” Hals, the 'talkative' one, suddenly added.
The Pegasus brothers, forced to face reality: "..."
Hales was completely unaware of the precarious situation of his 'colleagues'. "So, with so many enemies, what if one day we're dragging him along and we run into him being chased by his enemies?"
"Well, I'm not like those warhorses, charging into battle and taking down an orc soldier with a single hoofbeat..."
As they spoke, they had already flown out of the city where the 'Non-Intelligent Link' headquarters was located.
Under a clear blue sky, the scattered cows on the grassland gradually shrink in size, appearing like grains of white sand scattered across the vast expanse of grass.
Pegasus B opened his mouth with great interest, ready to make his statement.
At that moment, Panticil's cold voice came through the arcane megaphone on the train carriage: "At that time, everyone, please remember to land safely first, get me to the ground, and then escape."
Pegasus: "..."
“No, sir, we are noble Pegasus, how could we do such a thing?”
“We may not be the brothers who chose to become warhorses, but believe me, sir, we would never abandon our employer and run away alone,” the lead horse said solemnly.
The other Pegasus: "..."
They all stared wide-eyed at this 'big brother,' their expressions clearly saying: I never expected you to be like this, horse!
The betrayal in the workplace came unexpectedly. Before the young people could even process their emotions and face the cold, cruel workplace again, a bolt from the blue struck.
The unremarkable coachman raised his hand and created a shield.
It shielded the people in the carriage from a fatal injury.
Four spatial doors were simultaneously torn open on the front, back, left, and right sides of the carriage, and more than a dozen men in black robes walked out of the doors.
They covered their heads with black cloths, only poking two holes to reveal their cold, icy eyes.
Before the men in black could make another move, the leader reacted immediately, charging towards the ground.
The brothers were all stunned. "Boss, we didn't know you were such a loyal friend."
The lead horse's lips were trembling.
"We will definitely get the boss to the ground safely!" The horse's hooves pounded away rapidly.
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