-- Finally cleansed.

The moment the door was locked, Roland couldn't help but think so. Although I feel a little sorry for the doctors and nurses who have tried their best to treat them, it is not comfortable for anyone to be surrounded by 10 medical, surgical and nutrition specialists, and 30 nurses. First, doctors will always discuss the treatment plan, and then disagree and argue. In order to show that you are more intelligent, arguments will turn into debates, and arguments where no one can convince the other will always end up turning into arguments, abuse, and even physical conflicts. No patient would find it pleasing to see a group of white coats playing this kind of drama in front of him all day long; secondly, it is a waste of medical resources to have a large group of experts and professors serve him alone, which will delay the treatment of other patients; finally, he can think of with his toes why he received such a warm "hospitality".

Vomiting out the depression, Roland's expression became much more cheerful.

When he woke up, his whole body was unexpectedly relaxed, the high fever and headache that almost killed him had long since disappeared, and the memory from the explosion to the awakening was completely blurry, and he vaguely remembered some scattered fragments...... A pair of cool and gentle hands wiped his body and fed him something that tasted terrible, but he couldn't remember the specific characters and things at all, and it seemed that he was quite sick.

The medical record report almost said the same thing, the blast impact caused by the explosion, the water falling from high altitude, continuous high fever, irregular emergency treatment, unhygienic diet, ...... Surviving is a medical miracle.

No...... What really deserves to be called a miracle is that I was able to grow up smoothly after being exercised like that when I was a child.

Bits and pieces of the past cross my mind. Suddenly, his face sank.

（...... Why?)

A girl's face flashed through my mind.

An innocent and innocent face, a face overwhelmed by anger and despair. Even if he stretched out his hand, he couldn't stop it, he couldn't let him see the nameless girl who had hope, and he didn't even have a corpse to bury in the grave and a tombstone to fill in his name.

That incident left a deep scar in Roland's heart, and Roland felt out of breath as soon as he remembered the girl's last crying and scolding expression.

"Why...... Do that?"

"yes, why?"

It was like a sigh, and it was like a question. Turn your face sideways. Brunhill's expression seemed to be felt by it.

"We are not the child herself, we have no way of knowing her experiences, thoughts, motives for action, and perhaps she has hidden bitter secrets, but this is not a reason to involve others in the death of her own choosing. ”

Sincerely, but with hidden sharpness, Roland took his breath. In his memory, Brunhill rarely spoke harshly. But the speech had a greater impact on him.

Everyone must be responsible for their own lives. The choices you make can only be your own consequences.

This is Li Lin's argument, which is as correct, cold, and undeniable as his other conclusions.

Admittedly, this is correct. But...... For a fresh life, or a beautiful and bitter young life that has not yet begun to contact life, it ends in that tragic way. To sum up a qiē with just one conclusion...... Isn't it too hasty and indifferent?

However, this is not a suitable place for discussion, and those things cannot be explained clearly in a few words, and he smiled gratefully when he suppressed the gloomy questions.

"I'm sorry to let you come back in a hurry. ”

"I just had to rotate with Tyr, and it wasn't a hassle. It's you, don't always raise the bar with him, like this time, if it weren't for luck......"

A flood of exhortation poured in, and Roland assumed a teachable posture with a wry smile in his heart.

Whenever he had an argument with Li Lin, Brunhill would always persuade her, and her position was very clear - supporting Roland in small things, and supporting Li Lin in big things. After all these years, Roland knew this well and did not feel wrong, and waited until the end of the 20-minute education time before he looked up again and asked:

"How's Minerva?"

The last memory before she fell unconscious was that Minerva was blown away by the blast wind with herself, and at the moment she was in the hospital in Alfheim, and I am afraid that Minerva would also ......

It would be too bad if it was really what he thought.

Strictly speaking, elves are not xenophobies, but they are secretives—the kind with a relatively thin sense of security.

Minerva is not an ordinary civilian, and letting her evaporate from the world can cause many problems. However, against the backdrop of "suicide bombings" and "so far fruitless searches", even if "the official identification of his whereabouts is unknown, it is not difficult for the whole society to be considered dead". As for Roland, it is a simple matter to create an infatuated teenager who is deeply injured and has lost his fiancée to win sympathy.

Roland prayed rarely, praying that the Almighty Mother Goddess would not let things develop into such a field.

However,

"She was swept by the river with you, and you relied on that highness to survive the most dangerous days, and I can't just say 'oh, thank you' and send them back without saying anything, right?"

Li Lin closed the door and explained his decision.

"In the past three days, she has seen a lot of things, and it is impossible to let her go back like this. ”

The Supreme Consul of Alfheim was relaxed and calm, as if to say something that was not even a trouble, not a threat.

But in fact, that's the threat.

Roland sighed:

"You're going to ...... Is she claustrophobic all her life?"

The best way to keep secrets is the dead. Judging from Li Lin's words, he had no intention of killing Minerva. Well, there aren't many means he can use to make sure that secrets aren't leaked.

As with Azdahaka, implanting a "wall of consciousness" in her brain so that she would never be able to divulge her secrets was a solution. Threatening Prince Charles' life to force her to keep a secret is also a solution. In the end, Minerva was placed under house arrest until death or until the time Li Lin saw fit, and Yalfheim's secret would also be preserved.

In terms of Li Lin's consistent style of acting, this can be said to be a soft-hearted way to deal with it. But Roland still felt uncomfortable.

Frowning slightly, Roland, who came back to his senses, found that Li Lin and Brunhill were watching him.

"How?"

He asked.

"We're waiting for you to intercede for your fiancée. ”

Li Lin smiled and ended his game before Roland blushed.

"But this time you guessed wrong. Now that everyone has come, entertain the guest and let her go back - this is the duty of the host. ”

"What-?!"

Roland's volume suddenly increased by a few decibels, and incredulity, shock, and confusion occupied his face for a moment, and he carefully looked at Li Lin in front of him, as if he saw his guardian for the first time, or confirmed that someone was pretending to be Li Lin and joking with him.

"Looks like I have a bad image in your mind. But this time I'm serious. When you're healed, take her around the city and enjoy some sick leave. ”

"What the hell are you thinking?"

A hint of vigilance flashed in her purple eyes. Every time words such as "vacation" and "enjoyment" come out of Li Lin's mouth, it means that someone is going to be unlucky, and various Shura fields, fireworks displays, and hunting shows will follow one after another. In Alfheim it may not be too big. But......

"I just want to achieve a peaceful coexistence between humans and elves. That's all. ”

There was no change in tone or tone. The temperature seems to have dropped by a few degrees.

A stack of newspapers was handed in front of him, and the Gothic "Alfheim.Tageblatt" was printed.

"Do you know what people have been talking about the most lately?"

Before Roland could completely spread out the newspaper, Li Lin gave the answer.

"It's the 'Scott case.'" ”

Scott case. The full name is "Scott v. Fritscher". Three months ago, Human Worker Dreded Scott walked into the Alfheim subway and deliberately boarded a train for elves. However, according to Alfheim's traffic laws, elves and other races must travel in "equal but segregated" carriages. Because of the violation, Mr. Scott was taken by the police for tea and chatting as a matter of course.

But the traffic law is slightly in conflict with the rights given to humanity by the Civil Rights Act...... At least Mr. Scott thinks that in the spirit of "the basic rights of the ruled race", he has the right to ride in the same carriage as the elves. As a result, he filed a lawsuit in court, accusing the metro administration and the ordinary police of illegally arresting and detaining him. However, for a number of well-known reasons, Judge Werner Fritsch held that it was fair to forcibly separate humans and other races from elves according to the principle of "segregation but equality", as long as the level of services provided to humans and other races in public places was comparable to that of elves. The metro administration and the police were merely enforcing the law in force within the scope of their administration, and Scott was convicted against the case and sentenced to a fine of 300 marks and one month of compulsory labor for obstructing the normal operation of traffic.

Obviously, Mr. Scott could not have been satisfied, so he filed a complaint with the High Court of Alfheim against Judge Fritsch for the illegality of his sentence, and again lost the case as a matter of course.

But it doesn't end there. Despite losing the case twice. But this does not seem to have dealt a single blow to Mr. Scott's confidence, perhaps he simply believes that Alfheim is a country governed by the rule of law, perhaps he has the tenacity of "repeated defeats", or perhaps he intends to make a fuss about the matter, so as to awaken the awareness of human rights and put pressure on the courts and the government with a street revolution...... No matter what he thinks. In any event, Mr. Scott has again filed a claim in the High Court.

But he will still lose the case.

Roland could have foreseen this outcome and what a mark that verdict would leave on the judicial history of Alfheim.

Although legal issues are neither his profession nor his hobby, the inevitability of the outcome is evident when taking into account the social ethos and national strategy of Alfheim, and the final outcome of similar cases in the past. The only question is when the verdict will be pronounced.

The far-right, the radicals, must have gone crazy with joy over the verdict. The court will use the facts to prove that racial discrimination is a reasonable and lawful act, and this era of "just do but not say" will be turned over, and a new chapter of "dare to say and dare to do" is coming.

"For them, it's just the beginning. Far-right elements, led by Wolfgang Karp, are in tandem to push for a bill. ”

He didn't say any more, but Roland should be able to guess what was in that bill.

Nothing else, just an Alfheim version of the Nuremberg Race Laws, which legalized racial discrimination and persecution, and then produced "Kristallnacht," "Final Solution," "Shower Room," "Crematorium," and "Crematorium" like factory-produced parts...... Wait a minute.

This is never a good thing.

"But what does this have to do with Minerva?"

Roland looked at Li Lin strangely, he couldn't figure out what the relationship was between the two.

"It's okay for the time being, but it'll be soon. ”

Li Lin blinked mysteriously, and his tone changed.

"What do you think of the idea of letting those beam-jumping clowns fall to the valley when they jump to the top?"

Without a doubt, it's a good idea, a very good one.

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The headquarters building of "Xibo" is a five-story building with a large area of space, and the main gate faces north, and there is not enough daylight for many years. The windows on the ground floor and on the first floor of the building are equipped with protective netting, and dim light shines through the iron fence and barbed wire, casting barbed shadows onto the ground. The entire building, along with the Bao'an police officers working inside, is shrouded in a dense fog of reality and the mysterious image of the detective story.

Major Heydrich, the Archon's confidential secretary, is in the center of this fog, serving as a liaison officer between the Archon and the Security Police, where he has his own office, with cream carpets and wallpaper, concealed spotlights, black leather sofas, full mahogany office furniture, ivory carved stationery.

In addition to these necessities, the room is also covered with portraits – portraits of Heydrich himself.

Heydrich in an aeronautical MDS, Heydrich in a tracksuit, Heydrich in a university graduation suit, Heydrich in a military uniform, Heydrich in a violin, Heydrich summoned by the consuls...... The portraits outline the general trajectory of his life - the path from a hairy boy to the elite class.

Not successful enough.

Lingering among the portraits, a sense of hunger and thirst arises.

As a somewhat narcissistic realist, Heydrich set himself the goal of becoming the head of the intelligence and security forces in Alfheim. That is, a super agent who can go down in history.

But everyone's criteria for what makes a successful super agent are different. Some people think that it is handsome, some people like to be obscure, and more people are at a loss. Heydrich's criteria are simple, the one who can be recognized by the consuls is the real super agent.

It's just that the Archon's standards in this regard are a bit higher than expected.

Clear eyebrows, tiger back bear waist, sports all-rounder, Samboda, judo eight dan, taekwondo honorary black belt nine dan, can fly an airplane in the sky, can drive a submarine in the sea, and finally can win the honorary title of "Holy Emperor......

That's not a lot of demand......

What's even more bizarre is that one Heydrich had the whimsical idea to input the above requirements into the calculation loop and perform the calculation. The result turned out to be ...... "Tsar"?!

What the hell, I haven't heard that the woolly bear has such a number one tsar, and besides, they have such a racial talent?

Surprised to surprised, Heydrich continued to work in this direction, but hard work alone is not enough, sometimes a little patience, chance and luck are needed.

His eyes fell on a copy of the text on his desk, and he read it in detail for the fifth time.

He has enough patience and hard work, luck and opportunity have come, now it is up to him to see if he can grasp it.

Looking at the picture of Minerva pinned to the text with a paper clip, the corners of Heydrich's mouth slowly rose. (To be continued......)