Successors of all mankind

Yu Le let out a sigh of despair, closed her eyes, and leaned back against the leather sofa.

I don't know what kind of leather it is. It's not soft, quite stiff, but surprisingly warm, though it doesn't feel like there's something heating it up inside.

It's more like the heat from the leather itself.

What a strange place; you can see these strange products everywhere...

It was at this moment that a heavy shadow fell over the window.

Yule opened her eyes, sensing the changes in light and shadow on her eyelids.

The baron's carriage had just crossed the giant city gate when he entered Sultan Nor.

What came into view was a scene completely different from the outside.

Bustling, clean, and filled with ingenious creations.

It's hard to imagine that outside such a high-tech city lies a place like an African slum.

Intelligent creation?

Yu Le gazed out the window at the various high-tech machines, reminiscing about the amazing machine he had seen at settlement number 386.

German, French, Chinese, and human...

After a brief moment of thought, he asked the baron in front of him:

"Your Excellency, I would like to know, if I wish to visit the Divine Strategist of Numen Nor, could you arrange it for me within your authority?"

"It doesn't have to be too complicated, or you have to meet someone too important, as long as you let me see you."

"I am very interested in the divine mechanisms of different regions."

The baron, whose thoughts were interrupted by the music, raised an eyebrow slightly and said:

“Oh, Mr. Jules, that’s not a very good way to put it. Divine intelligence is a gift, a legacy of human glory… Isn’t your wording a bit inappropriate?”

The Baron has changed your name back to "you".

This 'disdain' for the divine strategist is consistent with his perception of the upper-class nobility.

"However, I'm afraid I can't arrange anything regarding your question, since I can't let you leave the courthouse. Perhaps I can accompany you around to see the sights once this is over."

"Although outsiders have many complaints about us slaves Nor, we still have many precious places worth seeing."

As he was talking, he remembered the other person's action of rejecting his proposal.

Looking at the Baron enjoying himself, he couldn't help but seriously examine the very first question—

So, was it really Robespierre?

After a moment, he laughed again:

“However, if you are really interested, as one of the vice judges of Numenor, I can arrange for you to meet one of the cornerstones of Numenor.”

"Your Excellency, I believe that even in other prosperous cities, or even in the territories of the wealthy, you will find it very difficult to find a divine instrument willing to uphold justice for us and take responsibility for making judgments!"

Upon hearing this unexpected news, Yule couldn't help but repeat:

"A divine machine responsible for making the decisions?"

The Baron was pleased with Yu Le's reaction.

The fact that the Slave Nor were not well-liked by outsiders was a sore point for the Slave Nor nobles.

Therefore, he proudly said:

"Yes, this is a sacred relic that the sisters of the Rose Sisters gave to us 160 years ago to thank our slave Noel for her sacrifice."

"For over a thousand years, this sacred object had been sleeping in the shrines of the three major sister orders."

"And after that, the highest rulings of the Slave Nor Court were all handled by this divine machine."

"After all, the Divine Strategist won't show favoritism to anyone. Don't you agree?"

Yu Le paused for a moment, then asked:

"Are you sure you won't show favoritism to anyone?"

This completely unexpected question puzzled the Baron, who asked it somewhat strangely:

"Of course the Divine Machine wouldn't show favoritism! How could the Divine Machine possibly show favoritism? That's humanity's heritage! It... well, it treats all of us equally!"

"Therefore, the law will be followed exactly as it is. It will be absolutely fair and just!"

After Yu Le nodded, he asked again:

"So, will Shenji be in charge of this case?"

The Baron shook his head and laughed:

"Of course not, this is a noble assembly, a noble trial, there is no need for the divine strategist to appear."

The divine strategist is fair and impartial, without any bias; this is indeed true.

But because of this, ever since they received this divine machine from the nuns more than a hundred years ago.

They kept it enshrined in the Slave Nur court and rarely allowed it to participate in the actual judgments.

It was merely a testament to the glory and favor that the slave Nor received from humanity.

After all, it is just too fair.

Whether it is a case between a commoner and a nobleman, or between noblemen themselves, the case will be decided according to their laws.

This is not in the interest of the aristocracy. They don't need a fair and impartial judging machine; they need a helpful assistant who will favor them!

But it just so happens to be a divine instrument, given to us by the most eccentric Sister Rose of the convent.

They cannot openly defy the other party's ruling.

Then naturally, it can only be shelved!

"Under what circumstances would the matter be handed over to the divine judge for judgment?"

Without hesitation, the Baron answered with pleasure.

"Highly unlikely, Mr. Jules. Unless, unless both parties request a divine decision."

Because this divine instrument was indeed fair and impartial, and possessed an extremely high status and the military backing of the Sisters.

Therefore, it will indeed be brought up for judgment.

This usually happens when two high-ranking nobles have fallen out and neither can do anything about the other.

Even so, such things are rare.

After all, the outcome of the divine judgment will not change; what the nobles need is something more flexible, something that allows them to exchange benefits with each other.

After a brief moment of thought, Yu Le spoke directly to the baron before him:

"If I asked the divine strategist to preside over the public trial, do you think they would dare to agree?"

The Baron looked at Yu Le with a subtle expression.

“You seem very confident in yourself, Mr. Jules. However, I'm afraid they won't agree.”

"Seven people in the Slave Nor court are responsible for the final ruling. Three of them are their men. If even one of the remaining four wavers, they can almost be said to have won."

At this point, Yu Le laughed and said:

“If they dare not agree, I think it is you, Your Excellency, who should be worried, not me.”

The Baron first looked at Yu Le with amusement, then slowly frowned.

Chapter 41 How could the divine strategist be biased?

Yu Le also laughed and said:

"In short, I am just an outsider. I can go back anytime, and I can leave this place and this country."

“But you are different, Baron. You are right here, you can’t run away. You are not one of them!”

The Baron frowned more and more as he looked at Yu Le.

He originally intended to manipulate Yu Le in order to see if he could also control that cunning fox in the Hudson family.

But now, it seems he's being manipulated by the other party.

Although it can still be said that the cooperation is a win-win situation for both parties, the difference between being passive and being proactive is huge.

After a brief silence, the Baron said:

"I will inform the other party and request that the case be handed over to the Supreme Court for public trial! At the same time, I will do my best to make this happen."

Yu Le shook his head and laughed:

"Your Excellency, please make one thing clear: you are not helping me, you are helping yourself. After all, to be frank, I am only continuing because I was bitten by a dog."

“But essentially, I can leave here at any time. Unless, you really want to go crazy!”

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The old man's carriage entered the slave town of Nor, a step behind Yule.

Almost every time he came back, he heard about the good deeds his creature had done.

Seeing the housekeeper who had been hurriedly brought over, the old man raised his eyebrows and scolded:

"Didn't I say that we should avoid this matter as much as possible, instead of jumping in and telling others that this has something to do with our Hudson family!"

The butler bowed deeply and said:

"I'm sorry, sir, I've already advised the young master, but he won't listen. He even said that it's all perfectly reasonable..."

The old man became increasingly angry.

"What's so reasonable? Does he think the other person doesn't have a mouth? Why did I give birth to such an idiot!"

Yes, it's perfectly reasonable to demand a public trial for those who don't seem to be nobles, in order to verify their identities.

But all of this is on the premise that the other person is an idiot, or even mute, so that they can't utter a single word!

Regardless of whether it was really Robespierre or a fake Robespierre.

The fact that he got this far proves he's not stupid, and he's not mute either!

I had everything arranged.

As long as they stop and stand by, no one will know that the Hudson family is involved.

Once this matter has calmed down, they can continue at any time; at worst, it will only take a little longer.

But what about now?

Everyone knows what the Hudson family is plotting!

The old man's outburst left the housekeeper utterly embarrassed, and he could only apologize repeatedly.

"Where is that idiot now?"

The old man felt he had never been so angry in his life. Why had he, a man of his wisdom, fathered such a fool as Hudson's successor?

The butler hesitated and said:

"Young Master, the Young Master is contacting our allies... saying he's determined to kill that person..."

"My God, does he think things aren't big enough, that not enough people know about them?"

The old man was so angry that he laughed.

The problems outside haven't been resolved yet, and now this has happened at home.

The butler bowed his head even lower and said:

"So, sir, what do you think we should do next?"

"What do we do next? What else can we do? He's already let the Hudson family get out of there. If we back down at the first sign of trouble, wouldn't that be telling others that we're guilty?"

The old man glared and yelled a few words; only his son could cause him to lose his composure like this.

After letting out a weak sigh, he said, half comforting and half hoping:

"The only good thing now is that everyone knows what kind of person he is. As long as we insist that he acted this way because he didn't respect his owner when he was being treated, I think that should be enough..."

After saying that, the old man couldn't help but rub his temples.