Octopus Online Feeding Guide

Chapter 104

The entrance to other ethnic tribes has been open for a few days, and there are only a few sporadic guests, mainly because the publicity is not in place.

In the past few days, Richel discussed with Hastings what activities to attract customers, and Adrian sat in the chair next to him with a troubled expression to draw posters.

On the street, there was a sound of armor colliding and kicking, from far to near, and soon surrounded the door of the hotel and restaurant.

A knight dismounted from his horse and walked directly in front of Richel.

"Are you the owner of this restaurant?"

Richel had an impression of this man's face, and he would come to the private room with his staff for dinner from time to time.

"Someone reported that the food in your restaurant has killed people."

"This is a misunderstanding, the soul of the person is gone before entering this restaurant."

"How can you talk to others and have your own consciousness when you're not here?" the knight said, "We have proof."

"I can explain to them." Richel said anxiously.

"Then you go to the Court of Justice with us first, and listen to Judge Haruk's opinion." The knight put his hand on the saber at his side and moved out of the way.

Adrian's wrists were about to move, Richel held him secretly, and whispered: "Don't make trouble, just ask me to explain it now, it's not a big deal, and if it gets bigger, they have more reason to embarrass us. Can you tell the whole empire?" Can't the forces compete?"

"Why not?" Adrian was dissatisfied.

This is a terrible thing, Richel thought, can the octopus be a little more law-abiding, Isaac can't beat it, and he wants to provoke more people.

"You listen to me, you will be back soon." Richel said, "If you dare to make trouble, I will ignore you."

Adrian nodded obediently, "I promise there will be no trouble."

Seeing his unusually calm expression, Richel always felt uneasy, and gave Chelsea a few more instructions.It wasn't until the knight got impatient that he left with them.

Seeing that they were gone, Adrian called Lesney, "Go and see what they are going to do to Richel."

Lesney nodded, and his whole body instantly turned into dust and dispersed with the wind.

Not long after, he stood in the corner of the shop at the crossroads on the street, scratching his head doubtfully.

Staying in the hotel for too long, the skeleton got lost.

A huge gilt balance is inlaid on the roof of the Court of Justice. Walking into the outer wall, the windows of the four rooms reflect the dazzling light, which is concentrated on the statue of the Lady Justice in the middle.

The statue stands in the center of the fountain in a long toga dress, holds a quill in its hand, and watches the movement and changes of the balance.

Richel followed the knight team straight forward, went up to the second floor, walked through the corridor, and stopped at the door of a room.

The door opened automatically, and there were already two rows of people sitting at the table, with Judge Haruk at the top.

"Please sit down." He gestured indifferently, deliberately alienating him.

Richer sat across from him—the only vacant seat in the room.

"Then, let's start." A person next to him said.

"According to Chapter 3158, No. 60, and four points of the City of Liberty Act, murders are prohibited in the city. Anyone who violates the law will be hanged. All within the city walls are named the City of Freedom, and this law applies."

"May I ask for an account of what happened?" asked Richer.

"It's not time for you to speak yet." The person next to him said, "Next, the judges are invited to express their opinions."

"Just follow the law, I have no objection."

"I have no opinion either."

"No doubt."

……

"After the opinions have been expressed, all judges are invited to exercise their powers, vote for hanging or against hanging, and cast their votes anonymously."

"I want to exercise my right to defend myself." Richel raised his hand again.

"The proposal is invalid..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Haruka stopped him and whispered something into his ear.

The corner of the man's mouth moved in dissatisfaction, he sat up straight and looked at Richel, "I'll give you 2 minutes."

The hourglass was turned upside down, and Richel spoke at the fastest speed in his life to explain the matter clearly, as well as Adrian's several speculations at the beginning, and finally summarized his own opinion.

"So, that orc must be a member of the Spirit Transformation Research Association. Because he believes that the soul can go to another world, he can get out of here as soon as possible, and become their experimental product."

There were more than 20 people in the two rows on the left and right of the long table. Some were surprised, some were puzzled, some felt ridiculous, and some had ugly faces.

A person asked: "In your opinion, the orc's soul is not in this world, so he has gone to a different world. Does this mean that the experiment of the Research Institute was successful?"

Richel thought for a while, "From my point of view, this matter is indeed a success."

For a while, everyone's complexion changed again, and they whispered softly.

"Is it the inspiration of the Goddess of Holy Light?"

"The Lord is truly with us."

"Maybe even more effective than the Goddess of Holy Light... I've heard of it before, are you interested?"

"Really?" Still in doubt, something was stuffed into the hand under the table.

"It's not the illusory teachings of the Holy Light, but the real facts that you can touch with reason."

"Silence!" Haruk knocked on the wooden hammer and said majesticly, "Today we are here to discuss the case of whether or not Richel killed someone. Discussion of matters unrelated to this case is prohibited."

"Now, please make a fair decision." He said forcefully.

"How do you define it? It never happened."

"You don't really believe what he said, why go to another world, you can only fool the ignorant! In fact, he just made up a story to avoid guilt."

"That's right, if you commit a crime without repentance, you must be hanged!"

This is a human life, and they made such a hasty decision. Richel exclaimed, "Where is the witness? Where is the witness you kept talking about before? I want to confront him!"

"We have heard the witness and there is no need to call him again."

Someone below has already started writing a poll.

Haruk leaned his head over again, whispering to the person next to him, looking at his face, it seemed that he was not very happy.

In the end, before everyone put down their pens to vote, Haruk stood up straight away, "Everyone, now the truth of the matter cannot be ascertained based on the testimony of the deceased and the confession of the restaurant owner."

"The truth is that an innocent citizen died tragically after eating the food in the hotel restaurant." The judge next to him also stood up and said angrily, "All citizens of the City of Liberty must abide by the laws, without exception .”

The four eyes meet, Haruk's eyes are calm and firm, his eyes are flustered and eager.

"As I said, everything will be handled according to the rules of the court." Haruk said loudly, "If you are guilty, you will be arrested. If you are not guilty, you will be released."

The man wanted to talk to him with his ear, but he turned sideways to avoid it.

"Wait." Richel yelled, grasping at the last straw, "Judge, I'm not from Liberty City!"

In a word, everyone was shocked again.

Richel pulled up his sleeves, revealing his fair and slender wrists, "I don't have the identity of the City of Liberty."

Without the identity imprint of the City of Liberty, they can't be regarded as people in the City of Liberty, just like homeless people who have been brutally devoured by night-walking werewolves and vampires. Even if they suffer, no one will blame the vampires.

The judges scratched at the thinning hair on their heads, which was a bit difficult.

"That……"

"The City of Liberty has no right to judge the faults of people elsewhere..."

"Everything within the city walls is named the City of Liberty, and this order applies." The man said, "Judge, you can't have any personal affair in the case."

"Even if he is not hanged, he should be imprisoned first, waiting for the trial of the Human Empire."

Holding the wooden hammer in his hand, Haruk hesitated.

He looked at Richel, and Richel's eyes were full of apprehension and fear, but he still smiled at him in relief.

"Wait until the envoy of the Human Empire arrives, Richel, you are not allowed to leave the city of liberty during this time."

"Adjourn." The wooden hammer fell firmly.

The knights outside the door took people away, and the people in the house were blown up.

"Haluk, the Human Empire wants us to hand over this man, and the city lord agreed." The people around him jumped.

"But they want the living, not the hanged dead."

"It's so far from here to Reston, who knows when he died, we just have to give them a result."

Haruk said expressionlessly: "Now he is not a citizen of the city, and we have no way to decide whether he lives or dies."

"It's okay to be locked up for a few days."

"Pretend to be."

"Otherwise, what if the Human Empire uses this as an excuse?"

"I have already told him not to go out of the city and wait for the arrival of the envoy. If he fled to the Human Empire privately, that would be their own affairs, and what does it have to do with us?" Haruk said.

The crowd fell silent.

"It seems... that person can go to other places through magic without going through the city gate."

"What did you say, we haven't heard of it." Another person pretended to be stupid.

After staying up for a long time, Richel finally returned to the restaurant, and his nervous mood eased.

"What happen to you guys?"

Richel asked curiously, Chelsea and the others were listless.

"Mrs. Bernard came to us just now and said that she recently found a big merchant, and I'm afraid there won't be enough flour and vegetables to supply us in the future."

"I even paid the liquidated damages." Hastings offered the coins.

"So suddenly." Richel didn't expect such a thing to happen. Even if he didn't cooperate with new crops from other continents before, the vegetarian dishes for three meals a day were all bought from his and Aunt Betty's farm.

"Forget it, since the liquidated damages have been taken, everyone can get together and break up," he said, "Adrian, tomorrow we will go to the suburbs to find another house."

Richel thought it easy, but after looking around the city the next day, no one was willing to cooperate with him.

He was not reconciled, and went to Reston with Adrian, but did not find a new partner.Fortunately, the original cooperative ranches have not terminated their contract with them. They just said that the supply of his restaurant is too large. The ranch has been struggling recently, and many poultry are not enough for the month.

In this case, their pastures will earn less money on one poultry, and the production and growth of livestock have a physiological cycle. If things go on like this, the pastures will be emptied.

Richel thought it would take some time for the vegetables to be available.So a new contract was drawn up, so that chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep would be supplied after a while.

"During this time, I'll buy some ingredients from retail investors as a supplement." Richel said, "There won't be many customers."

But soon, they don't have to worry about having no source of ingredients.

Compared with fewer and fewer customers, some rumors began to spread in Liberty City, saying that the restaurant had eaten to death, and even the food stored in the freezer had not been eaten.

Adrian angrily went to find the city lord, but unfortunately the city lord was gone, so he asked to see relatives.

When the two came out of the inner city and passed the monastery, Richel asked the groom to stop the carriage and went in to find the bishop.

"Is Reston putting pressure on this place? Why are people in Liberty City suddenly targeting hotels and restaurants?"

The bishop sighed, still looking kindly, took out a piece of paper, "Richer, this is you."

"It's all rumors that restaurants eat dead people, and even the trial has no direct evidence to prove that it's my restaurant's fault." Richel explained angrily, "I was wanted for nothing?"

"It's even more terrifying, Dark Elf." The bishop stared at him, with a flash of heat in his eyes.