Original God, I am the only designated Red King God Envoy of Xumi

The previous attack was indeed powerful enough, but it also exhausted Amber's physical strength - this was already the best result, at least it did not leave any injuries that required long-term recovery, and this attack was completely beyond the expectations of the three people.

In response to the three people's doubts about the power she possessed, Amber's answer was that if she did not have this level of ability, she would not have become the Lord God's capable subordinate, which invisibly raised her status a little bit.

"...Listen to my explanation, father!" Murtada suddenly raised his head and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Taj's powerful voice.

"No need to explain! Murtada!"

"..." Seno and Singh watched all this in silence. As high-ranking disciplinary officers, they naturally knew the extent of the crime. It must be very uncomfortable for Lai Ta as he was about to judge his only son personally.

"Murtada, tell me, what are the six root sins I taught you before!" Taje knocked the ground with the end of his spear, suppressing his complicated emotions completely in his heart, and questioned Murtada as a great disciplinarian.

"...Father." Murtada looked at Taj, but all he saw was Taj's face which couldn't be more serious. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"… First, the matter of human evolution; second, the matter of talking nonsense about life and death; third, the matter of exploring the outer space; fourth, the matter of exploring the origin of language; fifth, the matter of fearing God without practicing devotion; sixth, the matter of speaking mysteries without fear."

"Then tell me, Murtada, which one of them have you violated?" Taje struck the ground with his spear again. He clenched his teeth, as if every muscle on his face was exerting force.

"I talk about life and death without fear, and I talk about mysteries with my heart."

"Well, since you know the commandments you have violated, do you plead guilty?"

"...Is there no room for compromise?" Murtada looked into Taj's eyes, but Taj's face was filled with only a look of rage. "Oh...it seems I was being too sentimental. Father, you haven't changed at all."

"Seno, Singh, arrest him." Taj turned around and looked at the two of them. With his back to Murtada, he showed some vulnerability at this time. As a high-ranking disciplinarian, he was naturally very clear about the teachings that Murtada had violated, but he was also a father.

In just the moment he turned around, his voice became a little hoarse, and his old age was revealed for a moment, and even the hand holding the spear was shaking.

Seno gritted his teeth as he watched all this. He was about to follow his senior's advice and arrest Murtada first and then make other plans, but Singh raised his hand to stop him.

Singh looked at Amber, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and still hadn't caught her breath, and then looked at Taj, whose body was a little hunched. He took a deep breath, walked up to Murtada and grabbed his collar.

"Do you think you are right? Do you think what you have done is nothing at all?" Singer's temper is often as passionate as the Eye of God he possesses. Naturally, he couldn't stand this kind of behavior at this time.

"..." Murtada looked at Singh, who was half a head taller than him, and his eyes full of anger. He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with indignation for a moment.

"Yes! Father doesn't understand me at all! He has no idea why I'm researching the Court of Silence! He doesn't even care about what I've been through in the House of the Decree!" Murtada's voice echoed in the hall. "And you! And that group of people! They only know how to laugh at me and never care about me!"

"Pa!" Singh swung his palm and hit Murtada in the face. When Murtada reacted and looked at Singh with confusion, Singh half-dragged and half-pulled him to a person... half a person.

It was Mishal, sliced ​​in half vertically by Amber's sword. From the cross-section, one could see his internal organs, scorched black by the violent energy. When had Murtada ever seen such a scene? For a moment, he felt his stomach churning. The aura of "death" had never been so close to him before.

"Understand you? Why should I understand you? Because of your naiveté, the four of us almost died here!" Singh's voice was filled with rage, but he did not attack Murtada again. After all, he was a disciplinary officer, and the abuse of the death penalty was not in line with the teachings of the decree.

"Did you see it? Do you understand it? If you don't understand it, I'll take you out to see again! There are forty or fifty dead bodies lying there!" Singh recalled the "killing" he and Seno had carried out before entering the hall. Those members of the Gilded Brigade were simply fearless and had no intention of surrendering. They had no choice but to take such ruthless action to quickly end the battle and support Taje and Amber.

"...Ah." Murtada's voice trembled. He subconsciously looked in the direction of the passage, imagining the scene of forty or fifty corpses piled together in his mind.

"Ugh!" Murtada finally couldn't hold it in anymore and vomited out all the stomach acid and bile.

"But have you ever thought about what would happen if the four of us died here and Mishal survived? He would go on a bloody massacre, and the number of casualties wouldn't just be forty or fifty, but ten or a hundred times greater!"

"And now, you're saying no one understands you? Is the pain in your heart the reason for your evil deeds?" Singh questioned Murtada in a shaky voice. "You even want Senior Tajie to be lenient with you. You're asking Senior Tajie and your father to undermine the decree! You're destroying what the Disciplinary Officers believe in! You're murdering Senior Tajie's soul!"

"...Stop talking, Singh." Taj's voice came, he raised his head and looked upwards, took a deep breath, and suppressed the tears flashing in his eyes. Although he appeared to be ruthless both in actions and words, as Murtada's biological father, how could he not be in pain?

"Sinner Murtada, you have violated two of the six root sins. You talked nonsense about life and death, and spoke of mysteries without fear. We will now arrest you and bring you back to Xumi City with us to stand trial." Seno walked forward solemnly, pulled Murtada up, and shackled his hands.

The shackles made of tin iron were so heavy that Murtada could hardly breathe - he finally realized what he had done.

“…” Singh looked at Murtada coldly, returned to Amber and helped her up.

"Huh...thank you." Amber finally caught her breath. The few of them slowly left the Courtyard of Silence along the passage and came to the camp.

"Boom!" Before the few people could react, there was a movement in the Courtyard of Silence. The gate leading to it was tightly closed, and the yellow sand that originally covered it also poured into the Courtyard of Silence. In just an instant, it was completely buried.

Amber clenched her hands, and the mark on her palms emitted a faint glow. The few of them looked at the Courtyard of Silence warily for a while, and only felt relieved after confirming that there were no other sounds.

"That's good... The destruction of the Garden of Silence also prevents more people from pursuing this dangerous secret." Amber sighed, and this statement was agreed by everyone.

She broke away from Singer's support, took two deep breaths, and threw a badge to Seno. Seeing this, Seno's eyes became serious again.

"Where was this found?"

"It seems that none of you noticed in Mishal."

"...There really is a bigger mastermind behind this matter." Seno put away the badge and sighed deeply. It seemed that this road was long and arduous. He looked at Murtada with questioning eyes, but Murtada just closed his eyes and refused to say even a word. For a moment, his figure looked very thin.

"Heh... what a conceited brat." Amber shook her head upon seeing this. She had been listening to the conversation between the previous few people, but she just didn't have the energy to speak. Facing such an existence, she could guess what he was thinking even without opening her perception.

"You think no one understands you, but I ask you, have you ever told anyone about the sorrow in your heart?"

"--What's the point of saying it? No one will understand me." Facing Amber's rather condescending tone, Murtada opened his eyes and spoke in a rather cold voice.

"Is it that no one understands you, or do you think that no one will understand you?" Amber's eyes were like a scalpel, cutting open all of Murtada's "shell" and pointing directly to his vital points.

"……What do you mean?"

"I mean, you've never told anyone about your pain, so how can you expect them to understand you? Do you expect them to read your mind? You always think your father doesn't understand your pain, but you've never told him everything about yourself. Does that mean your father doesn't want to understand you? Or do you simply not give him the chance to understand you?"

“…” Murtada was silent. Amber’s words hit the core of his problem.

"When people harbor negative emotions and don't know how to vent them, they often inadvertently hurt those closest to them. Have you noticed that you always feel like you're carrying a lot of 'pain,' like no one understands you, and that you're lonely. You hope your father can see through your thoughts—but you've never truly opened your heart to him. You're used to viewing your father as your 'enemy,' and you harbor an inexplicable, inexplicable 'resentment' towards him."

"I don't know if you've noticed that during this process, you've been quite 'mean' to your father."

"...What do you know?" Murtada completely exploded in response to Amber's words. "You clearly haven't experienced anything I've been through, so why do you act like you understand me so well?"

Chapter 50: Ordinary People

"Oh?" Amber raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

"..." Faced with Amber's calm question, Murtada didn't know how to respond for a moment. Amber's eyes seemed to be able to see through his heart, making him subconsciously feel deeply uncomfortable.

"Murtada Radkani, I have met many people like you, and you are the more special one among them - because you did this kind of thing." Amber glanced at the people present. They had different expressions on their faces, and they watched Amber sitting there without saying a word. After that, Amber looked into Murtada's eyes.

"Are you going to condemn me... Then go ahead and condemn me. Everyone has their own consequences. I'm willing to be punished for what I've done!" Murtada's voice was sonorous and powerful, and he looked like a tough guy who dared to admit his mistakes, but this look looked funny in Amber's eyes.

"Singer has already said all this, so I won't repeat it." Amber's expression grew a bit more serious. "—Multada, you seem to think you're a 'genius,' not an ordinary person."

"..."

"As the son of Taj Radkani, the son of a highly respected disciplinary official, many people have high hopes for you and believe that Taj's children should be born excellent - even you think so." Amber combined her own understanding with everything she felt at the moment, using words as the sharpest "weapon" to attack Murtada's heart.

"When you were little, you certainly showed intelligence, wit, and courage beyond your peers. You thought this was proof of your extraordinary abilities, and others thought it was proof of your genius. You received a lot of praise, like 'a true child of Taj.' You were proud of your father, and proud to be his son."

“…Shut up.”

"But this is just the 'bonus' you get from being born into a family with a stronger academic atmosphere. As you grow older, these benefits lose their initial effectiveness, and the gap between you and your peers begins to narrow. That's when you start to get comments like, 'That Murtada doesn't seem that great after all.'"

“…Shut up.”

"You slowly began to realize that you weren't the 'genius' everyone had hoped for, but you refused to accept it. You covered your eyes, trying to deceive yourself. But this behavior couldn't fool others. More and more voices of doubt and disappointment in you arose. The pride you once had in your father became a huge rock weighing down on you. It seemed that everyone began to think that this wasn't the way Taj's child should be—and you felt the same way."

"I told you to shut up!" Murtada opened his eyes wide and shouted sternly, but his trembling eyes and legs could not deceive anyone. At this time, even Taje beside him fell silent - Amber's words not only revealed Murtada's inner thoughts, but also revealed his many worries.

"The title of Taj's son slowly became a burden, and as you grew older, it grew heavier. You began to isolate yourself, rejecting all concern from others. You became withdrawn, and at the same time, began to feel that no one understood you. You began to resent your father, simply because if you weren't Taj's child, you probably wouldn't have to endure these comments and stares."

"As I said before, you began to act harshly towards your father. You hoped he would discover the source of your pain, but you never told him. You seemed to define sharing your pain with your father as 'cowardly,' as something that 'damaged the honor of the Radkani family,' yet you also hoped someone would see through it all."

"—The source of your suffering is that your abilities don't match your father's brilliance. You're unwilling to admit that you're not a genius, but merely an ordinary person. Strangely enough, your deepest resentment towards your father isn't genuine. Breaking through this superficial facade reveals that you actually resent your own incompetence."

"...Don't say anymore." Murtada's voice became weak. What Amber said was exactly the source of his pain.

From a very young age, he regarded his father as his lifelong idol and a true hero, and this is no exception even now.

His abilities weren't as good as his father's, but how could he willingly admit this? Every man didn't want to surpass his father. He challenged again and again, but ultimately saw no chance of victory, and this was where his initial frustration and resentment began.

He began to resent himself and his own incompetence, and this resentment soon shifted to other directions. He began to resent why he was born here and why he was Taje's child.

Even if he tried his best and achieved some results, it would be regarded as "what a child of Taje should do", and if he failed to maintain that level, he would receive disappointing looks and evaluations.

"Your father never asked you to stand out. Your father never asked you to be excellent, right?" Amber looked at Murtada, seeing him trembling with pain and tears. "You said before that you would take responsibility for your own actions and be willing to accept punishment, but do your actions really only affect you? - Look up at your father and see what your actions have created."

Murtada raised his head as if struck by lightning. Taje, who had no time to dodge, saw his father's current appearance. He had never seen his father in this state.

Tajie no longer seemed like the awe-inspiring and even respected disciplinary officer he used to be, but more like an old man with a tired face. He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, his back was a little more hunched than before, and his eyes were not as bright as before.

For a moment, Taje hurriedly wanted to turn around and dodge, not wanting to expose his current condition in front of Murtada, but this action was stopped by Amber.

"I've always believed that maintaining a good relationship over the long term requires the joint efforts of everyone involved. This is true for friendship, love, family, and many other good relationships. If everyone involved is willing to respect others and open their hearts to them, then the relationship will only get better and longer."

"If someone carelessly exploits the kindness of others and closes their heart, then the relationship will soon collapse. This is where Murtada made a mistake, and Taj made a similar mistake."

Amber looked at Taj, and the veteran disciplinary officer sighed deeply, agreeing with Amber's opinion.

"Of course, I'm not here today just to help you and your son reconcile, Murtada. I want you to tell me how exactly you became involved with the Courtyard of Silence - don't say you came across it accidentally, the information I got is not like that." Amber's eyes were filled with an oppressive feeling without anger. A large part of her previous preparations was for this. In response to Amber's question, Murtada, who had been silent in response to Seno's inquiries, opened his mouth.

"—Initially, someone approached me, hoping that I could use my identity as the Son of Taje to access information about the Court of Silence. At first, I was reluctant. I knew that the Court of Silence was very dangerous, and the Council of the Order had already banned all research targeting it, but..."

"But, the other party convinced you by saying that if you unlock the secret of the Garden of Silence, you will become a true 'genius' and a person worthy of the Radkani family name?" Amber quickly guessed the reason, and Murtada nodded when he heard it.

"What a despicable act - I mean, it's a means of taking advantage of other people's mental weaknesses to achieve one's own goals." Singer expressed his evaluation, and this evaluation was agreed by Seno.

"This all started about half a year ago. I first used my identity to access previous research files related to the Garden of Silence, helping them find a lot of information about it. A few days ago, I deceived everyone by saying I was 'out for research'. In reality, I came here hoping to enter the Garden of Silence and get a real research opportunity."

"You all know what happened next. I was deceived by Mishal. He didn't care about this research at all and only wanted to gain the power within it."

"So what about the information about this badge? Do you know anything about it?" Seno showed the badge to Murtada, who shook his head.

"Sure enough... it's not that easy to find the other party." Seno sighed and put the badge away again.

"According to what you said, you are guilty - you will probably be sentenced to 5-10 years in prison. Considering that you were bewitched, you will not be exiled. Be prepared." Singh glanced at Murtada and sighed deeply. After knowing the great pressure in Murtada's heart, he no longer planned to continue scolding him.

But they are disciplinary officers, and having a tragic past is not a reason for Murtada to do evil. Since he did these things, he must be punished.

"...I understand." Murtada nodded, his expression was quite complicated. Finally, after taking a deep breath, he looked at Taje.

"...I'm sorry, father." Murtada said in a low voice, "I was desperate to prove myself, but I went astray. I brought shame upon you. After all, I'm not a genius, just an ordinary person."

"..." There were tears in Tajie's eyes. He tried to speak several times but didn't know what to say. Seno looked at Tajie with some encouragement. In the eyes of his junior who always believed in him, Tajie finally made up his mind.

"I never care whether you have achieved anything, child." Tajie took a deep breath and placed his hand on Murtada's shoulder. "As a father, I just hope you can be happy."

"Maybe we both did something wrong. If I had cared more about you and realized this earlier, or if you had told me this, perhaps everything would have been different—but it's already irreversible."

"In addition to being your father, I am also a disciplinary officer, Murtada." Taje looked into Murtada's eyes, which contained half of a father's apology and half of the attitude that a disciplinary officer should have.

"I will visit you often in the future, but I can't plead for you. It doesn't matter if you hate me - but this is my duty as a disciplinary officer, Murtada." Taje straightened his back again. His decision has not changed at all. Seeing this, Seno and Singh sighed. They understood why Taje made such a decision, but they also admired the courage of this senior from the bottom of their hearts.

Several people secretly took Murtada back to Xumi City via a long route. Faced with sufficient evidence and after a closed trial, Murtada was eventually sentenced to six years in prison. Taje personally sent him to prison. Even the most respected priest admired Taje's determination from the bottom of his heart.

In the end, not many people knew about this matter, and the impact was minimized. Amber signed a confidentiality agreement as Nafi, and Seno suggested that Taje temporarily step down and have a good rest.

Tajie rejected Seno's suggestion. He took on the heavy responsibility of investigating the bigger culprit behind the incident and continued to shine in this position.

Chapter 51: Peace after a brief period of turmoil

“Is there such a practice?”

In the Grand Bazaar, at the training grounds of the Zubair Theater, a red-haired young girl looked at Amber with amazement as she held a prop sword and performed a scene that combined the beauty of dance with the intensity of a fight scene.

The red-haired girl is called Nilu, and the one who is currently fighting against Amber with swords is Nilu's teacher. She is indeed an actress with skilled dancing skills, and her well-trained body can move freely. She found the trick after just a little guidance from Amber. The two of them danced, and the swords in their hands collided, which was gorgeous and wonderful.

"I've thought about using dance to 'demonstrate' the fighting scenes before, but ended up getting stuck on the action design. I didn't expect this problem to be solved today." Teacher Nilu spun away and put away the prop sword, which also indicated that the drill had come to an end.

"It's nothing. Even if I don't give you any guidance, you will be able to understand these things in no time." Amber also put away her sword and nodded to Master Nilu. She immediately affirmed the teacher's dancing skills from the bottom of her heart. It was undoubtedly the best among all the people she had met.

"Pa pa pa." A burst of applause came from the surroundings. The ones clapping were a young man, Nashida who borrowed Catherine's body, and several other actors.

"What a wonderful performance. Nefi is better in martial arts, while the other one is better in dancing. It can be said that they are evenly matched." Nashida commented with a smile. She was in a much more cheerful state, and the initial hesitation was almost gone.

"Indeed, if Nafi were not a scholar, I would have invited you to join the Zubair Theater." said the theater's manager, Sheikh Zubair, who owns the entire Zubair Theater.

"I came here just to bring Miss Catherine to experience the so-called 'art' creation. After all, I am a scholar by profession. I am grateful for Mr. Zubair's kindness, but I am not interested in this." Amber placed the prop sword on the weapon rack and responded to Sheikh's kindness with a decent smile.

"That's okay. Whenever Nefi wants to come to Zubair Theater to watch an opera in the future, he will be our guest at any time." Sheikh smiled indifferently at Amber's refusal. In the current Xumi City, the sages do not like the so-called "art". These emotional displays are incompatible with the rational Xumi City, but Sheikh feels that even Xumi City needs such a place - the various kinds of people who always like to gather here on weekdays prove this.

As a scholar, Nafi does not reject art and even likes art, which is already commendable. She has a very deep understanding of art. Sheikh agrees very much with Amber's view that "art is a form for people to express their emotions and thoughts", which is similar to his own perception.

"Then the biggest problem right now has been solved. All that's left is the script and the actors." Teacher Nilu breathed a sigh of relief. "Naifi, please get your script out quickly. I'm really curious."

Amber originally came here because she and Nashida had co-written a script and hoped that everyone in the Zubair Theater could take a look at it. The members of the Zubair Theater present were very curious about a scholar who came with a script and did not refuse Amber's request. During the discussion, Teacher Nilu learned that the script would have many fighting scenes, and these scenes would also be one of the main themes, so she took the opportunity to raise some of her concerns about the fighting.

In the past, fighting scenes in operas were always relatively simple, simply because the stage was not big enough to show exciting fights, and many actors were not good at fighting at all. However, Amber gave her own solution to this, which was to integrate dance and fighting into one, creating a dance step similar to "sword dance", which has both the beauty of dance and the practicality of martial arts.

The people present saw Amber's ability through this, and they were very curious about what kind of script Amber would come up with next.

"The script is not in my hands, but in Miss Catherine's hands. The whole script is based on the book 'Children of the Desert' written by the messenger of God. Miss Catherine adapted it into a form suitable for stage play." Amber looked at Nashida, her words full of admiration. Nashida performed very well when writing this script, and the finished product is extremely excellent.

"It's not all my credit. Nefi also gave me a lot of constructive suggestions on many details. This script should be considered as a joint effort of the two of us." Nashida took out a booklet and handed it to Nilu, who was closest to her and had a curious look on her face. Nilu had just turned 14 this year and was full of youth and vitality.

She opened the script, and the rest of the people came forward. For a moment, there was only the sound of turning pages and occasional exclamations of admiration. There was a hint of nervousness in Nashida's eyes. She didn't know what kind of evaluation the others would give to the script she wrote.

"I've finished reading it. It's a very good script, with a well-connected rhythm. The protagonist experiences three falls from youth to young adulthood, and these three falls cause him to degenerate from a young man with dreams to a scum who will do anything to pursue his own desires. In the end, the protagonist falls to his death during a crackdown by the disciplinary officer - a rare tragic ending."