Chapter 85

West smiled at soshyan,

He grinned, self-confidence emanating from him like an obvious aura.

"Dear angel, don't dirty your hands. The rebellion has been put down. Most of the rioters have been eliminated and a few have been punished."

This is the city's parliament hall. It is here that landlords and city councillors quarrel and seize the power of this area. It is also here to arrange all kinds of sinister schemes.

Soshyan stood on the high platform where the speaker was located, just an arm away from west.

The other starfighters stood behind soshyan, not as close to West's platform as he did.

All the landlords in the city, including parliamentarians, also gathered here, with hundreds of people.

After hearing West's words, soshyang, who had taken off his helmet, took a deep breath. Maybe he didn't realize it. At that moment, she was like a lion angered to the extreme, and his black hole eyes strengthened his anger.

But West still smiled.

"Sir, you don't know. After you left, those thugs tried to start a rebellion in the city. The Ministry of justice sent us suppression instructions."

He said this, took out a data board from behind and handed it to soshyan.

But the Star Warrior still stood where he was, without any action, and naturally did not pick up the other party's data board, which made West's face a little embarrassed, but he soon covered it up.

As a war leader, soshyan has taken over the regiment for a short time, but he already has the authority of the superior. When he looks directly at West, everyone can feel his rising anger.

Obviously, the mayor has completely mistaken his position.

But soon it doesn't matter much.

"Our oath."

Soshyan let out a low, unpleasant roar

"Do you remember?"

Several people coughed as if the astat had said something scary.

His discontent suddenly grew stronger.

But of all the people present, only sol could feel how soshyan wanted to end the dumb fan with a detonator gun, but he was still restrained. The rules and dogmas he had been taught were the last chain.

Once the chain is opened, no one knows how tragic it will end.

"Well... I'm also very sorry, but it's my duty to protect the city."

West put his hands on his chest and looked pitiful and at death.

"I am willing to bear any consequences!"

Sol gave a sneer.

But in just a few days, he knew enough about the current situation of the Empire.

For example, the city hall in front of us, even for the governor of a planet, has become extravagant and exaggerated, let alone just a micro city.

The mechanical Angel adorns the edge of the city hall and carries the sacred flag proclaiming the state religion.

These accelerated cloned babies fly with anti gravity wings made of white iron, talking and giggling with each other only in a monosyllabic hum when they don't sing poetry.

They are used by people who are obsessed with worthless decoration. Sol is sure that producing this kind of thing in his time is undoubtedly a blasphemous and abominable waste of resources.

Is the human body used to produce these soulless copies of living creatures?

Obviously not, nor should it be.

An honor guard composed of marble sculptures is lined up in the middle of the red carpet, each of which is a complete representation of a useless teacher of previous dynasties.

This is a pile of hypocritical powers engraved on stones, looking down at the assembled members with a proud look.

The decorated armrest of the speaker's chair is connected to the curved back, and the whole chair body is heavily seated on twelve posts.

For a moment, sol wondered what kind of mind would think such a thing was beautiful.

In his eyes, it was like something defective and semi processed.

No matter how much gold is added to the ugly building, it cannot be changed. The chair is an ugly embodiment of low wealth, guarded by guards and a red ocean composed of hypocritical men and women.

"Noble angel."

West continued, his silk coat looking baggy because of his weak body without exercise.

From the time he could remember, sol could hardly maintain respect for those who allowed their bodies to become weak. Those people could not fight against age except for money and rehabilitation surgery - in fact, a person could fight against laziness.

A rotten body is the result of a fragile soul.

"Put away your affectation."

Soshyan said to him in a cold voice.

"Big and big..."

West reluctantly smiled again. He didn't know that his silly smile angered the other party, but his behavior.

"We are very pleased with your arrival. I am sure you have enjoyed your stay here so far? The harvest season is coming soon. It is the season to praise the great emperor."

"Do you still remember our oath!"

Soshyan turned firmly to face the whole hall.

"Do you know the consequences of breaking our oath?"

More coughs came, and even West's chin shook as he held back his fear.

But he held on and whispered humbly:

"All this is authorized by the Ministry of justice, and we only execute orders."

Sol could not guess whether the man pretended to be confident on the surface, or whether he really felt that a document from the legal department could deter an astat.

"In fact, strictly speaking, those traitors and murderers broke the oath. Your honor has not been damaged. Absolutely, no one will publicize everything you see."

His honey like voice touched Sol's mind and reminded him of his speech to the assembled crowd.

Aside from his character, this man is undoubtedly an excellent speaker.

"Enough, I've heard enough."

Soshyan still didn't mean to move his weapon, just slightly lowered his head and stared at West.

"Repent, you'll die happier."

West stopped smiling. The other landlords and congressmen were still whispering and humming, but they didn't laugh anymore.

"Sir, we have not committed any crime or violated any imperial laws."

West whispered, but no longer humble.

"And the officials of the Ministry of justice are coming soon."

This fool - Sol's final evaluation of him in his heart.

His words became the last factor that broke the chain on soshyan.

Soshyan Alexei, the battle leader of the star knight, showed an extremely cruel smile on his guilty face not long ago, and breathed heavily from his exposed teeth.

"Then no one will walk out of this room alive. In any case, the City Council and the agricultural Federation of SETIS will no longer exist at sunrise."