Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

"Before that, would you mind if I added a few words?"

"What the hell are you talking about?! Who do you think you are?!" The man with the mustache turned around, about to unleash a torrent of curses, but couldn't hold back when he saw who it was.

"Ah... Lady Agrea?!"

"Aglaia?" Elder Itro was quite surprised to see Aglaia come in person.

"Hello, Elder Itro, I'm not too late."

The crowd was quiet for only a few seconds before erupting into a frenzy again.

"Ohh ...

Few civil cases could alarm Golden Descendants; there were already three important figures present.

"The wind has already relayed everyone's previous discussion to me along with the golden thread."

Aglaya said calmly:

"At this critical moment, instead of arguing about whether the hole in the clothes is right or wrong, perhaps we should consider how to mend it."

"Of course, our priority right now should be to treat Mr. Yan Huan..."

At this moment, Yan, who was lying unconscious in his wheelchair, was still gushing blood like a fountain, even spraying blood red onto Elder Itero, who was protecting the wheelchair.

Dan Heng, who had kept his distance from the crowd, was already standing among them.

"Yes, yes...!" The elder wiped the blood from his face and angrily spat at the man with the mustache:

"How dare you commit such a heinous act against the heroes who saved us! You have disgraced the glory of Ohma!"

"You actually believe he's injured?" The man with the mustache gave him a disdainful look.

"Can you please use your brain? A hero who dares to face the Titans of Strife, can be seriously injured by me in just a few moves?"

"I see now, Lord Yan Huan and Lord Dan Heng just want to protect this old man to the death!"

"Tsk, I really don't understand."

He held his forehead with his mustache, utterly bewildered.

"Are there any refugees from other countries among us here? Why don't we just focus on living our own lives? Why worry so much about others?"

"For a bunch of insignificant people, they're committing theft and staged accidents..."

"Is it worth it?"

"Aren't refugees human beings too?!" the young man glared at the man with the mustache and said in a deep voice.

"We in Ohmah have only survived to this day because we've been lucky. It's only right that we help the victims. Who can guarantee that we won't become refugees ourselves in the future?"

"Yes, that's why we should concentrate our resources on taking care of the people in the inner city first!" The man with the mustache grinned.

"Wouldn't it be more worthwhile for us to spend our time and resources strengthening the city walls and replenishing the army's equipment, instead of using our energy to help foreigners?"

"Besides, haven't we already made exceptions to recruit capable foreigners? Elder Itro is the most qualified to speak on this matter!"

Upon hearing this, Itro, covered in bright red blood, fell silent.

La Réad is right; that's exactly what the Senate thought and did.

As the only remaining city-state, Ohma bears a heavy responsibility.

Strengthening ourselves is more important than rescuing those refugees.

"Those still outside the city are mostly useless old, weak, sick, and disabled people; they're not worth spending so many resources on!"

The man with the mustache glared angrily at the bearded man, "This old bastard's risking his life to steal from me, what's he after?"

"Can these few packets of medicine really save Onfaros from his current situation? Or are those refugees also of the Golden Age, and giving them medicine can turn things around?"

"And I don't even want to talk about these foreigners who entered the city by lottery!"

"Cough cough... buddy." At this moment, Yan Huan, who was in the wheelchair, stopped bleeding, slowly straightened his upper body, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm a foreigner too..."

"If it's Lord Yan Huan, what does it matter?" The man with the mustache grinned smugly.

"No need to trouble the Golden Clan or the Senate, I, Laled, can grant you a local residence permit!"

"That's enough, everyone."

Aglaia stepped forward and stopped the argument.

"This is just a civil case, there's no need for this."

"Let's return to Suktiris itself."

Aglaia looked at the old man.

“If Suktiris is not punished, we will have no way to answer to the law and the people; but if the punishment is too severe, the Holy City will appear to be inhumane and arbitrary.”

"Therefore, the best option to find a balance between these two gold lines is..."

"Not guilty, release!" Yan Huan raised her hand.

Aglaya: "..."

Yan Huan: "He saved me, and he stole the medicine because of me. If you want to punish someone, punish me!"

Aglaia seemed somewhat helpless.

“Mr. Yan Huan, you seem not to understand my intentions… I do not intend to severely punish Suktiris.”

"What happened?" At this moment, Yan Huan, who was covered in wounds and extremely weak, actually stood up from her wheelchair and walked to Aglaia.

"Are we only allowing high-ranking officials and the wealthy to have special privileges, but not allowing truly good people to have special privileges?"

"You want to punish Big Beard with something like exile, right? But I just don't think he should be punished, even if it's just as a pretext!"

"..."

Aglaia looked at Yan Huan intently for a while, "Mr. Yan Huan, you seem to really like the 'perfect' result."

"But in this world, not everything will go as planned, and we often need to learn to compromise."

"Lord Aglaia is right." The bearded man nodded and sighed.

"I am willing to accept any arrangement."

“Okay,” Aglaia said calmly.

"I will offer a compromise."

"Suktiris will be spared imprisonment, but in lieu of it, he will be sent to work in a refugee shelter, during which time, as Mr. Yan Huan mentioned, it will be considered as exile."

"In addition, he also had to pay for the missing medications out of his own pocket..."

"I have a question." Yan Huan narrowed her eyes.

"If the old man and the man with the mustache were to switch places, and the old man were the rich man, would he still have ended up like this?"

"I doubt it." Dan Heng, who had remained silent, stepped out of the crowd and looked at Aglaia.

“If Mr. Suctriris is truly a rich man, even if he stole something from another rich man, he probably wouldn’t even be put on trial.”

"Are you two crazy?" The man with the mustache looked at the two men with disdain.

"There has never been any fairness in this world. He's just a poor wretch, and people like him can only ever be poor!"

"Two heroes could have remained high above, why did you have to get involved in this? Even if you didn't participate in this trial, Ohmma's treatment of you wouldn't change. What exactly are you trying to gain?"

“The nameless guest never seeks profit.” Dan Heng’s gaze was calm.

"Furthermore, I don't like to compromise."

“Mr. Suktiris is a man of great integrity. Yan Huan and I will compensate for the loss of the medicine. Apart from that, no form of punishment should be imposed on him.”

"Everyone should understand that everything Mr. Suctriris has done is not for his own selfish reasons."

"Shouldn't such a person be given a decent life?"

Chapter 1219 You are pretending to be sick

To everyone's surprise, the two anonymous guests took a hard line and refused to accept any compromise.

Even though this sounds very kind to Suctyris.

"My lords... are you going to protect him to the death?" The man with the mustache's pupils dilated.

He could never understand what use such a poor, ordinary person could be to the two heroes.

What benefits would saving him bring?

Could it be that... those foreigners paid a high price to hire two heroes to protect him?

A jumble of thoughts drifted through the man with the mustache's mind, making him feel as if he were in a dream.

If you didn't know better, you'd think the person brought to the stage today was a member of the Golden Generation.

"Distinguished guests, please remember that the outcome of this case was decided by a public vote."

"What you say, what I say, or Mr. Lared's claims are all just for reference."

Aglaia looked at the crowd around her.

"In that case, let's begin the vote."

The citizens who had come to watch began to exercise their right to vote.

Should we vote for Laled's harsher sentence, Aglaia's compromise, or the acquittal of the anonymous victim?

Many people thought about it for a while, and then they had their answer and cast their precious votes.

The final result was—

Aglaia: 0 votes.

LaRade: 0 votes.

Yan Huan and Dan Heng: 237 votes.

"???" Elder Itro was also dumbfounded when he saw the strange number of votes.