Complaints, in this feudal era where the weak eat the strong, under normal circumstances, as the high-grade native protein at the top of the food chain, they have always been dismissive of it.
As a member of the ruling class of this world, everyone knows that law is really not a thing.
The best people make laws, the powerful people transcend the laws, the inferior people manipulate the laws, and the weakest people believe in the laws.
Everyone comes out to hang out. If they want to earn more than others, eat better than others, and have better-looking girls than others, they all compete for strength, backstage, whether they have money, and who their father is.
The first thing to compare is the ancestors. The ancestors cannot compare with money bags, and the money bags cannot compare with fists.
If it doesn't work, I will secretly send my younger brother to "Nai Group Special".
As a result, you came out and cried loudly and said you wanted to file a complaint. Isn't this a clear statement that your own strength is not good enough?
In an era where everyone tells you about power, if you tell people about the law, it only means that there is no one above you. To them, the law is just straw in the water. Most of the time, it is just a self-deception.
excuse.
Besides, it’s not enough to just come and complain. ‘In this feudal era, who wouldn’t treat a complainer, a guy with no power, no power, no money, and no background, as a fat pig?
"The yamen gate opens to the south, and if you have a reason or money, don't come in." This is a universal truth that applies to everyone.
After eating, the defendant eats the plaintiff. This is the rule in the yamen.
It is precisely because of this that the Kagang master from Marine City dared to be bold here and jumped out to stand up for the Holy See. These days, those who shout complaints at the top of their lungs don't need to ask, they are all powerless.
Hillbilly mud legs.
If it were another person, of course, the guy who dared to come here to complain would be 'set up' in a matter of minutes.
But the person in front of me is named Lorraine~!
He holds the title of earl, the title of governor, controls a very large monopoly enterprise group, and has countless subordinates. No matter where he is placed, he is a young, promising and successful person.
Although Lord Luo's approach is very inconsistent with the common style of powerful people and seems a bit pretentious, he has always liked to use his virtue to deceive others.
The bishop on duty listened to Lorraine's rebuke. His face turned red and white, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: It's okay, it's okay. None of this has anything to do with me!
If I can fool this gangster again, my job will be saved. Maybe I will be promoted to a higher level because I handle it properly...
Therefore, he still kept a smile on his face and said: "Sir, Sir, if we have something to say, let's talk it over. If we have something to say, let's talk it out..."
Lorraine shook her head and insisted: "That won't work. I have to extract money today...ah, no...I have to file a complaint today...no one can stop me."
The bishop was so anxious that he raised his hands and begged: "Sir, my dear lord, this is a cathedral, a place of prayer, not a court. This is not a place for complaints. Look at this place.
The people in the church are all priestly nuns, and we don’t have any law students here.
Take a step back and say, even if you really want to complain here, don't do it while I'm on duty today. Otherwise, raise your hand and come back tomorrow. The one on duty tomorrow won't deal with me. Oh no, the one on duty tomorrow is a good person.
, he picked it up right away..."
Lorraine raised his head and glanced at him, and saw that the bishops were all round and round, and their lovely round faces were all squeezed together. They kept nodding and bowing, and they were so uncomfortable that they almost cried, and couldn't help but feel secretly amused in their hearts.
Although this bishop has a good temper with me, I must file this complaint today.
He shook his head decisively and said: "No, no, I can't wait any longer. If I still want to have a good sleep tonight, Sir, I must still file a complaint..."
The bishop squatted on the ground and cried loudly, thinking to himself: "You can have a good sleep, but I can never expect to have a good sleep in this life."
The bishop still held on and kept saying good things to Lorraine.
Behind him, the crowd of people had been watching for such a long time. Except for the little fat boy and the little elephant, who felt a little interesting when they were photographing people, and everyone yelled "hello" twice, the rest were just watching these two.
There was a lot of murmuring, and everyone was getting impatient with the wait, and they started shouting and making a fuss.
"Let him sue, let him sue, hurry up, give me some good news, we are waiting to watch the show~!"
"Hurry up, I'm still making soup at home."
"That's right, I'm still rushing back to cook."
"I also want to go on a date with Xiaohua..."
"..."
"An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, and an inch of gold cannot buy an inch of time. You must know that life is precious and time waits for no one. You must cherish your time, seize it, and study hard..."
Lorraine looked back, only to see an old guy with white hair shaking his head and reciting poems, with a serious expression on his face and a bitter and resentful look. At a glance, he knew he was an old scholar somewhere.
Laojiu.
Lorraine looked at his appearance and remembered that when he was in school, that bastard teacher was more sanctimonious than anyone else on the surface, calling for strict academic discipline. But in fact, he made things difficult for students and secretly asked people to give him gifts.
After giving it away, he tortured the students in different ways.
When Lorraine thought of this, new and old hatreds arose together, and she couldn't help but feel itchy.
He was just about to find an excuse to go over, secretly stumble, kick or something, but then he saw that the old scholar had already screamed, then turned back angrily and cursed loudly: "Grandma
Yes, which bastard dared to attack me from behind? If you have the guts to stand up, stand up..."
But no one in the crowd agreed.
Instead, everyone raised their hands and shouted loudly: "Let him sue, let him sue, let him sue..."
The sound was like a tidal wave, roaring and echoing in the cathedral.
Lorraine looked at the excited faces of the crowd and knew in her heart that these guys just couldn't wait to watch a good show and then go out so that they could show off their shit and be in the limelight.
But he still spread his hands, looked at the bishop, and said: "My friend, open your eyes and take a good look at the voice of the people..."
The bishop looked at Lorraine's martyr-like posture, and he cursed in his heart: They were just a bunch of people standing around eating popcorn and waiting to watch the show, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.
It's just like when you're waiting to see a big-name celebrity appear, only to find out that the person hasn't come out because he's acting like a big-name star, and his feelings have been deceived. Do you have the nerve to pull it out and be a big flag bearer?
He kept smiling and said: "Sir, Sir, let's..."
At this moment, a voice came from behind, saying: "Let him sue~!"
Although this voice was not high-pitched, it had the power of the king of beasts. With just a slight sound, all the beasts fell silent and bowed their heads.
The noise of the people disappeared in an instant as if by magic.
Lorraine looked up and saw an old man in a white robe appearing in the middle of the church's podium.
When all the common people and priests saw that man, they all became as docile as lambs. They knelt on one knee one after another, then made the cross symbol of God the Father on their chests, and murmured a prayer: "Great Father God,
Praise you, thank you for giving us sunshine and land..."
In the Holy City, only one person can wear the white robe, only that servant of servants, infallible in ethics and faith, the representative of the God of Light on earth, His Majesty the Pope Saint Paul.
The old man now had a straight face, glared at Lorraine coldly, then walked forward slowly, holding the scepter in his hand.
As he walked forward, he stretched out his hands to make alms to the people on both sides. All the people who had been blessed by him all had happy faces.
Lorraine discovered that this old guy was really powerful. He stole the spotlight as soon as he appeared and completely controlled the atmosphere on the court.
But Lorraine didn't care too much. After all, this was their home stadium, and he came here maliciously to destroy the venue and play in the stadium.
At this time Saint Paul came to Lorraine.
He looked at Lorraine, his face as dark as water, and said in a deep voice: "It was you who came to the cathedral to complain?"
His gaze was as sharp as a sword. If it turned into reality, Lorraine believed that his gaze would definitely be more powerful than the laser main gun of the Seed battleship, and it would definitely burn several holes in his body.
However, Lord Lorraine has also practiced now and is completely immune to this kind of mental attack.
Lorraine could only twitch the corner of her mouth, smile, and said: "That's right. It's me."
St. Paul looked at Lorraine with hatred in his heart. Ever since this kid appeared, everything was in chaos.
He suddenly withdrew his eyes and said, "Very good."
Then he turned around and said loudly: "All irrelevant personnel, please step aside~!"
As he spoke, he slapped the scepter in his hand heavily.
Following his order, countless knights in bright armor poured out from behind and surrounded the entire hall.
When all the common people saw this formation, especially the cold swords and heavy maces held in the hands of the knights, they all fell silent at the moment.
Under such persuasive persuasion, the onlookers all silently retreated obediently like lambs.
Immediately afterwards, the heavy door of the cathedral slammed shut.
The hall suddenly became dark.
Lorraine discovered that although they had kicked out the fans... well, the people, they were all on the field now, and their home field advantage was now even more obvious.
Saint Paul took two steps back and forth on the same spot, and someone hurriedly moved a chair to him.
Saint Paul sat down immediately, then looked at Lorraine and said, "Okay, tell me now, what are you going to sue?"
Lorraine shrugged and thought to himself: "Since you are willing to die, of course I am willing to bury you.
"Okay~!" He took a deep breath and said, "I hereby file a complaint with the God of Light..."
His voice was not loud, but everyone present immediately felt as if they had been touched by a five-hundred-volt wire. The muscles in their whole body tightened and all the hairs on their bodies stood up.
Even St. Paul jumped up from his chair in shock.
File a complaint against God???
That day, not to mention everyone heard it, even the most notorious apostates, blasphemers, etc. probably have never thought about it this way.
St. Paul's face turned blue with anger and he almost lost his breath.
mbd~!
File a complaint against God.
Dare to question God's infallibility.
This bastard is tired of living and plans to seek death~!
If it were another person, he would have ordered that guy to be dragged out and locked up in the dungeon of the Inquisition. He didn't even have to make up the charges, just this one was enough, and then he would use the ten major tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty that he had just learned. , Iron ***, Immortal Chou... and the most cruel and inhumane 'Chinese Football' and other methods to torture him well.
Finally, he hung him on the cross and burned him alive with blazing fire.
However, the man opposite him was the governor of the empire. He had money and a younger brother, so he was not a powerless loser.
The most difficult thing for him to deal with is the father of his own daughter, the bishop's unborn grandson or granddaughter.
Just by blocking the two of them, his precious daughter started a cold war with him.
If he really gives the order to deal with this bastard, the Ruman Empire will definitely not be able to take over. By then, the Holy See will be torn apart.
St. Paul felt his head hurt again.
He took a deep breath, looked at Lorraine, with a gloomy expression on his face, and finally said: "Are you accusing God? There must be a reason for your complaint. Let's hear what you are going to accuse Father God of..."
Lorraine shrugged and said: "First of all, a thousand years ago, the suspect..."
When he said this, he felt that this statement seemed a bit awkward, and he couldn't help but pause for a moment, but at this time, everyone present was staring at him eagerly, and he could only bite the bullet and continue, saying: "First of all, A thousand years ago, the suspect used illegal methods that went against the will of others to make a woman pregnant abnormally..."
St. Paul made a soft sound in his throat and almost lost his breath.
mlgbd~!
I think back then, before he became pope, he was assassinated while traveling in other places. St. Paul took the first strange poison in history in one bite and walked half-step with a smile. What Lorraine said now was not as shocking as that. People feel uncomfortable and in pain.
You actually said that using illegal methods that went against the will of others to make a woman pregnant abnormally, do you know many official words? Can't you just say that Gong Suannu did it?
He was so angry that he stared at Lorraine with blood-red eyes. If he had a holy book at hand, he would have copied it and slapped the gangster in the face.
But after all, I have been the Pope for a long time, and I have not had to shoot people myself for a long time, so the weapons and equipment have long been eliminated.
But now, he realized how important it would be to have a holy book at hand~!
The best one is the one with a solid gold cover that is displayed in the chapel.
St. Paul took a deep breath, calmed down as much as possible, then raised the scepter in his hand tremblingly, and shouted sternly: "Evidence, evidence, if you just talk about it without any basis, you will slander it at will." , believe it or not, I will give the order right now and chop you into pieces~!"
Under the extreme anger, his voice became a bit shrill and hoarse, which was extremely unpleasant to hear.
Lorraine looked at his appearance, pretending to be stunned, and then said: "Evidence, do you care if I want evidence?"
St. Paul was originally a man of extraordinary intelligence, wisdom, and far-sightedness. However, as soon as the matter involved his precious daughter, especially the gangster who planned to take his precious daughter away, he immediately changed.
Extremely irrational.
At this time, his eyes were so angry that he shouted bitterly: "Yes, I want evidence from you. If I can't produce it, believe it or not, I will kill you now~!"
He was also irritated at this time. He didn't care about the background relationship at all and was interested in the overall situation. He just planned to deal with the bastard in front of him as long as he found a little trouble~! No one could explain it.
Lorraine laughed and said, "I had expected you to say that."
He reached out and took out a thick book from the pocket on Xiao Bai's back next to him, and then shouted loudly: "Attention, attention, confidential information has appeared~!"
Everyone's hearts immediately sank. Then they looked up and were surprised to find that what Lorraine was holding was a holy book, and it was a popular product sold on the street. It was a paperback book with two silver coins each, and it was not lethal at all.
, something that even an intern pastor wouldn’t be able to use.
Everyone secretly thought in unison: "What kind of confidential information is this? This is how we make a living."
St. Paul watched Lorraine open the sacred scriptures in a grand manner, but he couldn't help but feel an ominous premonition in his heart.
At this time, Lorraine opened the holy book, glanced at St. Paul, and said calmly: "First of all, I agreed that this is what you asked me to read."
Then Lorraine read aloud: "Book of Mattiti, Chapter 1, Section 1. The birth of the Son is recorded below: His mother Catilina has been betrothed to Johansen, and before they were married, Catilina
From the Holy Spirit…”
As soon as Lorraine read this, she heard a loud shout: "That's enough~!"
Lorraine raised her head in astonishment and saw St. Paul's livid face, but she insisted on reading the last three words: "Pregnant~!"
St. Paul stared at Lorraine, his eyes almost bursting with fire, and he tightened his grip on the staff in his hand. He held it so tightly that he was shaking a little.
Lorraine glanced warily, and had no doubt that if she got any closer to him, the old guy would really pick up the stick and hit him on the head hard to kill someone.
At this time, the knights and priests next to them also looked at each other, as if the end of the world was coming, they were all uneasy.
This chapter is so familiar to them that they can recite it silently with perfect punctuation with their eyes closed.
Although everyone is familiar with the holy scriptures, they have never thought that there can be such an explanation method.
This is like telling those people that although the ground beneath their feet looks flat, it is actually a big round ball. They will not accept it no matter what!
Even extremely frightening, what if I fall headfirst?
At this time, they had such worries.
For a long time, their faith in the Holy See and God the Father has supported their spiritual world, and they believe in God's glorious *** and holiness. Because of this, they dare to kill the enemy bravely and fearlessly. But now, they discovered that
, one's own faith is already in jeopardy.
St. Paul's eyes swept across the faces of the people one by one, and when he saw their expressions, he suddenly felt as if there was a volcano about to erupt beneath his feet.
He composed himself and said, "Lorraine, what do you want?"
Lorraine said: "What do you mean I want to do something? I'm here to complain. This question should be asked to you. What do you want?"
As he said this, he closed the book with a clap. Then he claps it hard twice in his hand and looked at St. Paul and the others.
When everyone saw his action, they were all relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. What if that scoundrel searched for passages and passages in the "Holy Scripture" again and found out that "the Son of God is married and has a wife"?
, and gave birth to a son'.
Moreover, his old man’s girlfriend is the most famous prostitute mentioned in the holy scriptures - Mary Magdalene. By then, everyone will have to be very alert. (Note, in The Da Vinci Code
It’s none of my business to say so.)
At that time, those who should jump off the building will jump off the building, and those who should commit suicide will commit suicide. Even in Fantino, everyone can divide things and do what they should do, and the church, a monopoly group, can declare bankruptcy.
For St. Paul, this could never happen.
St. Paul sighed softly and said: "Count, let's open the skylight and tell the truth. What do you want?"
Lorraine was furious and said: "What? Don't forget, count, my family emblem is the dragon cliff grass. Although this thing is not valuable, it represents glory, ***.
Of course I want to inherit the fine traditions of my family and stick to ***~!"
When he said this, everyone couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring and respectful to Lord Luo.
Everyone has heard the words "Stick to the ***" and "Justice and Selflessness" a lot, but everyone knows that they are all used to deceive the people. Who would take them as true. But I didn't expect that this lordship would be like this.
of integrity.
Just when everyone was filled with emotion, Lorraine added: "This is not a question of money at all, it is a question of principle~!"
When St. Paul heard this, he snorted coldly, turned around and left.
Lorraine hurriedly shouted: "Hey, I haven't finished talking yet, where are you going? This is a matter of principle and has nothing to do with money. Hey, did you hear that? Don't go!"
Hey, hey hey...
Don't leave either, just listen to what I have to say..."
In the sound of his words, all the knights, just like St. Paul, ignored him and turned around and left with expressionless faces.
Leo looked at it and was extremely confused for a moment.
He turned around and asked Lester: "Grandpa, I don't quite understand why they all left? Did the boss say something wrong? In this situation, are we winning or fighting?