"Your Honor, do you think I shouldn’t leave so easily?" Keen raised his head to look at Adam, "Then how does Your Honor propose we handle my injury to your people?"
"What I propose..." Adam once more stood slowly from behind the judge’s bench, his movents deliberate and steady. As he rose, he saw his ntor—the Supre Judge donned in four golden stripes—appear at the entrance from the judge’s chamber, saying nothing, doing nothing, rely watching him with a quiet resolve, holding a book—The Shalin Security Law.
In that instant, Adam understood, he understood what his ntor had been implying before:
As a Shalin Judge, as part of the Shalin legal system, he must uphold his principles, while individuals like Leonard and Keen would deliberately challenge him to tempt him to break those principles. In doing so, they aim to undermine the foundation of Shalin law, and destabilize the entire Shalin.
This is not rely a routine security matter; it’s a test, a test where a single tug could affect the entire entity. That’s why the Deputy Judge of the Shaya Court appears here, why his ntor appears here, and why many unseen participants might appear here. Both the Alliance and Shalin are embroiled in this seemingly trivial issue, engaged in a chess ga where he is thrust forward as a pawn.
It’s both unfortunate and fortunate; he has no twofold choice in this matter. His only path is to adhere unwaveringly to principles. Since Keen, the Deputy Judge, asked him how to handle it, he’ll tell him how to handle it, tell him according to The Shalin Security Law.
"Hoo—Hah—"
Adam took a deep breath, retracting his gaze from his ntor.
Then he lifted his head, eyes turning bright, as if fiery beams shot forth. The light plowed across the deep black judge’s desk before him, over the chaotic suspect’s seat, down the floor to the hall entrance, beneath Keen’s feet, and then ascended Keen’s body, penetrating into his eyes.
Adam spoke, his tone icy and solemn, enunciating each word clearly: "I believe, Mr. Keen Antonio, the suspect, you openly attacked court security personnel, abducted a suspect who hasn’t fulfilled the penalty, already committed acts of public safety breach, murder, illegal use of extraordinary ability, and contempt of court.
Your malicious intent is extrely deep, the potential for safety destruction is substantial, the threat to order is critically serious, according to Articles Three, Seven, and Thirty-One of The Shalin Security Law, you should imdiately be imprisoned, sealed with magic thods for extraordinary abilities. Subsequently, set a date for public trial, with a minimum imprisonnt of three years and a maximum execution."
"Imprisoned? And then executed?" Keen laughed, gently clapped his hands, "Pa pa, pa pa, amusing, I should thank Your Honor for letting witness a wonderful clown show. I think you shouldn’t be in this dull Security Court; you should head to the theater, there’s a better future there."
After a brief pause, Keen stopped clapping, let his left hand drop naturally. His right hand pulled at his collar before pointing straight at Adam, expression slightly murderous: "Speaking of... do you know what sort of thing you are?! You’re nothing but a dog raised under a Small Lord, how dare you speak to like this!
Even if it’s you, or that Lord Richard behind you, you have no right to detain or execute ! I am the Deputy Judge of the Alliance Court of Judgnt, holding the title of Earl, only one level below your Lord Richard. I still bear the blood of the Antonio Family; my family once sacrificed twenty-seven mbers of the direct lineage for the founding of the Soma Alliance, and shielded the first Emperor of the Alliance from a lethal assassin attack.
Today I, Keen Antonio, will injure your people and leave this kennel with my subordinates and the person my subordinates need to capture. I want to see who dares stop ?! If you dare, then try it; I’ll just remind you of one thing, think carefully before acting!"
Finishing his words, Keen turned to leave.
"Bang!"
A heavy thud sounded, Adam behind the judge’s bench, gazing at the shaless Keen, struck the judge’s gavel against the desk forcefully. With such power, the gavel’s head snapped and flew off, Adam’s fingers clashing against the desk, with thick blood seeping out, trailing a crimson line across the desk.
Seeing Keen turn away, Adam’s eyes didn’t blink; his tone remained unchanged, lips parted and closed, issuing a cold, solemn sound: "Suspect Keen Antonio violently resists the law; order the Court Security Chief to imdiately handle it!"
"Court Security Chief—Rayan Bastin understands." The wizard in the corner, eyes deeply sunken, quickly responded after hearing, grasping a twenty-centiter magic wand in hand, without hesitation, pursued Keen.
Stepping forth, dust on the floor rose, bubbling like boiling water.
His wand sliced through the air, threads of electricity appeared, converging at the tip, growing extrely bright.
The Security Chief called Rayan took simple steps and quickly caught up to Keen from behind, then wielded his electricity-laced wand like a dagger, stabbing towards Keen’s back.
Keen seed to have eyes on his back, his body tilted, foot twisted, turning fully around. At this mont, his face, apart from coldness, bore little expression as he glanced at the attacking Rayan, his gaze barely fluctuating, extending a hand, a pea-sized orange fla sprouted in his palm.
"Puff!" A sound as the fla’s volu rapidly inflated, clinging to the skin’s surface, spreading like a glove over the entire right hand.
Keen used this fiery right hand to grab Rayan’s thunder short wand. The electricity kept leaping on the wand, but the flas acted like insulators, making the electricity unable to pierce through at all.
In the brief stalemate, Keen raised his other hand, lifted over his head, and swung down forcefully.
"Whoosh!"
A large swathe of flas erged in the air, following Keen’s hand, enveloping Rayan.
Rayan’s deeply sunken eyes narrowed, retreating, decisively dodging the fla attack. In the evasion process, he muttered spells, stabilized his body, extended a palm towards Keen, and uttered the final syllable of the spell.
"Ess!"
"Swish!"
The surrounding air surged, temperature plumted, visible cold air swept like a white python towards Keen.
Keen blinked, withdrew both hands, guarding in front of his chest.
"Puff!" A crimson fla erupted between his hands, crashing against the cold air, swiftly nullifying it.
Rayan observed and quickly swung the wand with the other hand, more cold air burst forth.
Keen frowned in resistance; at this mont, Rayan wielded his wand downward, "crack" breaking it into two pieces. The exploding cold air transford into an avalanche scene; Keen’s eyes widened slightly in surprise only to be engulfed by the rampaging cold air.
"Hoo—Swish—"
Once the cold air passed, silence prevailed; Keen stood as an ice sculpture in place.
Rayan glanced at it, gently shook his head, bent down, attempting to pick up the broken short wand.
Yet just as he bent down, his complexion changed suddenly, wrapped in a blue light, sliding sideways.
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