Chapter 29: Special Laws of Vikir (2)
Dortyer Street, the main street of the tropolitan underdog.
A notice on a large banner hung in the center of the crowded street.
It was unusual for the ruling governnt to post a notice here, but the content of the announcent itself was nothing new.
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All laws that were originally there.
They are quite strict because they are the laws of a territory controlled by Ironblood Baskerville.
But few citizens trusted them to be upheld.
"Chet. Laws only favor those with power."
"It's all the sa to the big guys."
"Isn't it a world where the law-abiding are the losers?"
"The law is far away, the fist is closer."
The citizens of Underdog City, which has an unusually high cri rate, scoff at the Manahan Law.
They've seen it all before, how the bureaucrats from Baskerville, the fat cats, and the second and third generations of Sedoga collude to get their way.
The moneyed, the powerful, and the mighty make it work in their favor, interpret it, enforce it, and....
If you're broke, poor, and powerless, there's nothing you can do about it.
All they can do is cry, drink, bla themselves for their bad luck, or take out their anger on those less fortunate and weaker than them.
Underdog citizens accustod to this fate are naturally distrustful of the law.
"Well, at least the previous deputy magistrates were busted for bribery, so maybe it will make a difference."
"Of course not, the new deputy from Baskerville is 15 years old."
"What? Fifteen is the sa age as my youngest daughter. What's a girl like that supposed to do...."
"That's what I'm saying. Pretty soon she'll be roasting in the lobby of the local lords."
Public opinion was not very favorable to the new deputy.
So cite his age, so cite his unwritten laws, so cite his scattered gangs, and so cite the myriad temptations that await the novice bureaucrat.
Just then.
"Hey, guys, co on down to the main square! Big news!"
The already bustling place beca even more bustling.
People rush to the square to see what's going on.
Thousands and thousands of people.
And in the middle of it all, as if a teorite had fallen, there is an empty spot.
A circular space where no one has set foot.
In the center of it all, a cold-faced boy stands with a stick.
It was Vikir van Baskerville, the newest deputy magistrate, 15 years old.
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Vikir held a stick in his hand.
Seventy centiters long. A small stake weighing about three kilograms.
People crowded around to see the new deputy magistrate, but they never got close.
That's because of the mountainous energy emanating from the boy's tiny body.
Behind this untouchable aura, several governnt officials stood nervously.
They were employees of the Executive Office, including Chihuahua Baskerville.
"Oh, my God, what is he going to do?"
"He's been standing there since the crack of dawn, do you understand?"
"There's a lot of people here, wow-"
The citizens and officials alike had no idea what Vikir was trying to do here.
Then.
"Listen."
Seeing that the audience was more or less gathered, Vikir spoke.
"I am the new deputy magistrate."
The murmurs around him grew louder.
"He's that young?
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