Chapter 2088 Unyielding

This side has been negotiated, Joan took out the "communication stone", activated the "advanced communication technique", and established a communication network including Sir Custis, Baron Laval and himself.

Baron Laval had already received letters from the governor and Sir Custis this afternoon. Although he was very reluctant, he finally accepted Logan's terms of peace talks, ordered the troops to withdraw from the encirclement, and let the forest remove Logan. Asa people outside the roots leave.

Before parting, Slude hugged his father with tears in his eyes. Afterwards, he shook Joan's hand vigorously, and asked with a choked voice: "My father will leave you alone."

Qiao An suppressed the pain in her heart, and nodded solemnly to the teary-eyed girl.

The curtain was drooping, a waning moon hung in the night sky, the strong wind blew past, and the lake surface shimmered with cold waves.

After Haakon and Slude said goodbye to their father, they got on their horses and led the tribe to leave the dense forest and gallop along the flat lakeside.

Joan was still a little worried, and cast a spell to summon a flock of birds to track the Asa hunter in the night sky. At the same time, he monitored the surrounding movement to prevent Baron Laval from going back on his word and sending troops to chase him down.

The palm on the shoulder brought Joan back to his senses, and he turned to see Uncle Logan's bloodless face.

"Uncle, Baron Laval did not send troops to intercept Haakon and Slude. Now they are safe, so you should take care."

Logan shook his head with a wry smile, trying to say something, but was interrupted by a sharp cough.

Joan noticed blood oozing from his chest, which seemed to be a burst wound, and quickly took out a bottle of "Tears of God" soaked potion, trying to help him stop the bleeding and heal his wounds.

"I'm fine." Logan waved his hand stubbornly, refused to apply the medicine, and said weakly to Joan, "Do you have a 'SMS' scroll on you, I want to send a letter to Elder Zigmun in Stone Pillar Town , explain some...very important things."

"I have the scroll, but Uncle Logan, I have a 'communication stone' here. With this magic stone, you can directly contact Elder Zigmund, which is more convenient than the 'short message technique'."

Joan took out the "communication stone" from the storage bag, but Logan shook his head and refused.

"Some things are inconvenient to say in person...it's better to write a letter."

Qiao An froze for a moment, and couldn't help but think back to her former self. Because of personality problems, I always stutter nervously in front of strangers. If I have to communicate with others, I always prepare a draft in advance, and even write my thoughts on paper and show them to others. This has attracted many doubts. Even ridicule, and all this is like a vicious circle, further exacerbating his withdrawn and fear of social activities.

Until later, he left his hometown town and went to a completely unfamiliar big city. The change of environment forced him to expand his social circle, and at the same time provided him with an opportunity to overcome psychological barriers.

People are forced out. After more than four years of tempering from Delin Town to Layton Port and then to Midgard City, Joan was forced to grow up among the crowd. Have fun in social activities, at least you can calmly respond to strangers, no longer need to use pen and paper to communicate.

At this moment, listening to Uncle Logan say that writing letters is more suitable for expressing his state of mind than talking, it seems to see the former self from this down-and-out man.

Taking a deep breath, Joan tried his best to calm down, and took out a "SMS" scroll from the storage bag and handed it to Uncle Logan.

Logan's injury seemed to be more serious than it appeared on the surface. He kept coughing up blood when he unwrapped the scroll, and his fingers were trembling and weak.

Qiao An wanted to help him cast a summons, but was rejected. For the sake of maintaining the uncle's privacy, he was inconvenient to insist.

It took a while, but Uncle Logan finally sent the letter, and the scroll that had run out of magic power turned into ashes and fell from his fingers, but he was powerless to dust off the dust on his body.

Joan was worried, and planned to go to Sir Custis and ask him to come forward to persuade Uncle Logan to receive treatment, but he stopped him as soon as he turned around.

"Joan... I have something else I want to ask you."

"If you have anything to say, just say it." Joan suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and turned to face Uncle Logan.

"The legal system implemented in the Midgard colony is called 'case law', right?"

Qiao Anwan didn't expect him to ask such a weird question, so he nodded for a moment.

"The colony inherited the precedent system of the Holy Ashean Empire. The legal rules in a certain judgment are not only applicable to the case, but as long as the basic facts of the case are similar, the precedent must be followed for judgment."

"I don't know much about legal affairs. I only know a rough idea. It would be great if Holden was here. He will give you a more rigorous answer."

"It's okay, I know the general idea." Logan smiled weakly, "In my situation, there is no precedent for the Midgard colony, right?"

"I'm afraid so." Joan was not sure.

"That is to say, if I appear in your court, no matter whether the final trial result is good or bad, it will become a typical case and be included in the file, and it will be cited by the court to try similar cases in the future."

"It is indeed possible." Joan replied truthfully.

"Then if I am found guilty, from now on my compatriots will also be found guilty for their struggle against the colonists, right?"

The more Joan heard it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he tried to encourage Uncle Logan to be more optimistic: "From a good point of view, if you are found not guilty or a misdemeanor, if similar conflicts happen again in the future, you will be sentenced according to the usual rules. "

"So, whether I am guilty or not, whether my compatriots are guilty, or even our descendants of the Asa people are guilty, the decision is not in our hands, but by the courts of your colonies, as if we aboriginals They are like beasts, they have no brains, they can’t think, and they need the colonists to draw a red line for us, tell us what is good on this side and evil on the other side, and define what is crime and what is punishment, isn’t that right?”

Logan Volsunger raises each question more poignantly than the other.

"Joan, I am not a colonist, but you have to judge me with the laws made by the colonial government. Do you think it is fair for your court to select 12 colonists who don't know me at all to judge me? ?”

"this……"

After all, Qiao An didn't study law. His forehead was sweating when he asked him, and he didn't know how to answer.

Uncle Logan sneered, and slowly closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but I can't accept this fundamentally unequal gangster logic..."

"Logan, you promised me in front of Haakon and Slude that you would live a good life, a majestic man, don't words count?!"

Behind Joan, Sir Custis scolded displeasedly.