How To Wear a Goddess Statue

Chapter 80: sufficient evidence

Several soldiers hurriedly reprimanded the victims and drove them away, not to disturb the crown prince.

Romul looked at the victims who were staring straight at the food, then turned to look at him with fear, the masseter muscles on both sides twitched, and asked repeatedly: "Use it to help the victims. Yes, is that all there is to it?"

A small-eyed man in Chinese clothes stood beside Romul. His appearance was very characteristic, like a mouse. He was one of the nobles who followed the city lord yesterday.

The nobleman answered the crown prince's question.

"The fact that the people are not hungry is really not what I want. Your Highness, the Lord of the City said yesterday that there will be a shortage of food after the disaster, so you should save some food."

"I also said that I would transfer the supplies. Before that, at least ensure that the victims can survive—"

"But the next batch of food has not yet arrived, and the officials in charge of relief do not dare to waste more, please understand your Highness."

"I know how much relief food my father has allocated, but now I just ask you, what is the shortage of food?"

"After all, it is to supply a city of people..."

Romul was also a person who received royal education and grew up, especially his father became a queen, and he was taught by the high priest of the sky **** himself. He is not stupid.

When passing by the food distribution point the day before, Romul didn't take a closer look and didn't notice anything wrong.

But today's inspection, those obvious unreasonable are exposed.

Seeing that the crown prince was suspicious at first, and then thought of something, his expression sank, and the two aides behind him looked at each other.

One of them stepped forward and lowered his tone: "Your Highness, please calm down for a while, we will talk here."

A few people walked out a distance.

After they moved away a little, the soldiers let go of the restrictions and the victims swarmed to grab food. Only some sophisticated elderly people glanced at the backs of the crown prince and others, with a slightly sad expression, but they still had to be nervous and join the scramble.

Lotus was a few steps behind, just enough to hear their conversation.

The rat-faced aristocrat grinned admiringly and told Romul various reasons.

The latter listened, lowered his head and pondered for a long time before saying, "I just ask, have you ever used relief food?"

"This..." The nobleman's gaze slipped to the face of the prince's staff.

The staff understands.

"Your Highness, in this situation, you will more or less accept some things. Isn't this a convention?" Come on, DiSimon's condition is fairly good, at least he left enough food for the people to sustain their lives and didn't let them starve to death."

"But-"

Romul has never been hungry since he was a child, how can he know the difference between the amount of food that may not be full and the amount that will starve people to death?

Another aide stabbed his partner's arm without a trace, persuading from another angle.

"Your Highness, please listen to me first. Taking advantage of natural disasters to make money is of course a fault that should not be taken lightly. You are here to stop this behavior and let them spit out what they eat."

"Is that all it takes?"

"What do you mean?"

Romul said: "According to the law, the money greedy must be recovered, and the same amount of assets should be punished. To be executed as an example."

"Exactly!" The staff clapped, "You are as upright as Your Majesty, and you must have received the radiance of the fair balance of the goddess of justice."

Romul paused and said embarrassedly: "Don't say that, I'm far from my father's level."

When Horst was mentioned, his eyes were full of longing and admiration.

The two aides looked at each other, and the words of praise seemed to need no thought one after another, and the nobles also joined the touts.

Lotus: "…"

Seriously, listening to this is really polluting the ears.

The crown prince couldn't resist, so he pretended to cough seriously: "Don't talk about it, this matter must be investigated carefully, if it is found out that the greed of food is true—" He remembered the city lord's kind face , hesitated, did not say the second half of the sentence.

Staff: "Your Highness is wise and decisive!"

He rolled his eyes, as if unintentionally: "Speaking of which, the Lord of Fenrenyi seems to be the younger brother of Lord Fendolid. Have you heard about it, Your Highness?"

Findolid, Chancellor of the Exchequer in Solancia.

Also one of Romul's teachers.

The Crown Prince: "What do you want to say?"

"Just a casual mention, Your Highness."

Romul was silent for a moment: "Whether he is the family of Teacher Fendorid or not, I will not violate the spirit of the law for this."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked in the other direction first.

That is the direction of the mayor's tent.

The nobles and aides looked at the prince behind the crown prince, and by looking at their eye contact, they knew this was not over yet.

Lotus listened for a while, and his eyes inevitably became complicated.

In Desimon, which is close to the royal city, it is so reckless to commit this level of corruption to disaster relief property.

It is hard to believe that there is no acquiescence from Acht and no higher officials to dredge.

But at present, although Romul's attitude is more than hesitant and insufficient, the general direction is firm.

What did Horst send his son to do, justice? If so, as long as he controls the source, he can avoid this trouble, so why bother.

Luodus followed lightly, and the destination was also the tent where the city lord temporarily lived.

—Strictly speaking, this act of listening to conspiracies in the state of a spirit body can be regarded as the use of divine power in the human world to interfere with the trajectory of human beings, and there is the possibility of touching the "line".

It's just that Luodus doesn't care.

Those people have done it all, so are you still afraid of God listening?

It's good to be a master who can always eavesdrop on credible information.

The traditional folk tales of Solan are not incompetent thieves, who specialize in robbing the rich to help the poor, and spreading the secrets of the rich and powerful, they are usually hidden minstrels— This is not surprising, after all, most of the people who can write these long poems are bards.

And what she did was probably to bring the dream into reality.

Luodus thought at ease.

Meanwhile, Eleuil has left Di Simon's granary.

The granary is a domed building, like the rest of the northern Solan, with a solid structure, equipped with moisture-proof and frost-proof facilities, guards with swords standing at the door, and soldiers patrolling around the building to guard against A possible raid, or riot, may come.

Eleuil just glanced from a distance, but did not approach.

With her ability, she can indeed kill the guards and sneak into the barn to see the situation inside, but this will inevitably leave traces and startle the snake.

Then the princess passed by the rescue scene.

It is said that it is a rescue, in fact, it is almost a matter of clearing the rubble and searching for the corpse. Several days have passed since the earthquake, and few people who were unfortunately buried can survive until now.

This is the only way to return to the camp. At the edge of the camp, the scribes responsible for counting the numbers are sitting around, holding scrolls in their hands.

Every time a deceased corpse is lifted out of the ruins by the labor of cleaning up the ruins, it must be reported here once before it can be sent to the morgue to be claimed by others.

The clerk raised his hand and dropped a little lightly on the paper.

Soldiers dragged out the corpses of poor people who died of starvation from the camp. They also had to leave a number here before they could throw away the corpses.

Scribes are treated equally, and they are also an ink point.

The creamy white ink is dotted on the dark brown paper, and every dot is a life.

Counting is necessary, but when the victims who died of natural disasters and the victims who died of cold and starvation in the camps are recorded on the same sheet of paper, without making a special distinction, it is very problematic.

"Extraordinarily many dead in the earthquake?"

Eleuil speaks to herself.

If it were counted this way, it would of course be more than the real number.

Since we can notice the cover-up in this regard, the undisguised deduction at the food distribution point is not an omission.

That's hard evidence.

The princess stopped and walked, stepped on a few places, and gradually built a logic diagram in her heart to connect the whole thing.

I always feel like there is a piece of the puzzle missing.

When she thought so, Luodus was passing by.

Spirit body frost blue eyes turned and saw Eliuil's back.

Luodus stopped, her fingertips wrapped around her long hair unconsciously, for some reason, she floated forward and whispered softly in the Queen's ear: "I'm here."

The soft whisper, with the unique clarity and emptiness of the original voice, if someone else hears it, I am afraid they will think that it has hit a ghost in broad daylight.

But the princess didn't even blink.

Eleuil raised her eyebrows calmly, her eyes didn't move, her lips opened and closed gently, and she opened her mouth and said, "You're here? So it's not through the air."

Sound through the air?

Since the last reminder of Luodus in the arena, Eleuil did not ask the voice that suddenly rang in her ear that day, just as she did not ask why those who attacked the gods were so strange die.

It turns out that Aileu understands this.

Luodus wanted to explain, but at this moment, the past three years of her floating by the Queen's side as a spirit body flashed in front of her eyes.

Well...that's a bit tricky to explain.

So, Luo Das pretended not to hear Eleuil's response, and continued in a calm tone: "I'll wait for you in the tent."

No matter what the princess said, Luodus would never speak.

Eleuil gently called the name of Luodus a few times, stopped trying, and continued to walk forward with a thoughtful expression.

Lotus breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as she was about to speed up and float back to the tent, she was sitting inside before Eleuil when she saw the princess suddenly stop and her arm quickly lifted to the right.

Lotus just spoke to the right ear.

River Goddess watched the slender and flexible honey-colored arm raised, as if inadvertently passed through her translucent spirit body.

Without the feeling of touching the real thing, Eleuil turned around calmly, and his arms also turned around.

Still none.

Eleuil lowered her hand.

"Tsk."

Lotus: "…"

The author has something to say:

False human spirits: voice transmission through the air, teleportation / divine descent.

Real human gods: the spirit behind you floats with you (no)

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