Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

"No matter what you ask, my answer is the same,"

The tavern owner warned the dirty ghosts who wanted to surround him with his eyes: "Also, I think your best choice now is to leave here, don't take the path, and don't act alone."

"Sorry to bother you, but I don't want to go yet,"

Maerda turned her head slightly, looked around quickly, and continued to look at the boss: "I want to find a room for the night."

After finishing speaking, she took out a bag full of gold coins from her robe, threw it on the table, and made a loud "patta".

The boss held the purse tightly: "It's up to you, there is still a vacant room upstairs..."

"There's no room for you here! Jewish dirty ghost!" A harsh voice sounded from behind.

A burly man with acne scars all over his face got up from the wine table and walked straight to the bar.

From the moment Miranda entered the door, the man's eyes never left her, and his gloomy eyes were always stuck on her body.

That alien look, the strange long staff of the cross...

"I'm leaving tomorrow,"

Martha pursed her lips into a line, saying to both the boss and the people behind her, "I won't disturb anyone."

"what!"

The man seemed to have heard a joke, opened his mouth wide, came to the counter, moved the girl's cup away, and gave the boss a sidelong glance.

The tavernkeeper avoided his gaze and backed away silently.

Someone in the tavern started rushing out the door.

"tell me......"

The man looked at Martha, bent slightly, and put his body very close to her: "Are you Jews and Christians all prostitutes?"

Martha felt a little uncomfortable, the brim of her hat shook twice, subconsciously wanting to back away.

The man grabbed her wrist and took off the hood with the other hand. Greed and lust poured out of his glance: "Because I heard that you planned to dedicate yourself to a man, a super strong man?"

The ugly and hot tone fell on the girl's face.

"Then I'm big too, do you plan to dedicate yourself to me?"

Martha frowned, her blue hair hanging down.

"She can't hear you, you have to get closer!" The hooligans around started booing.

"Or poke her ear and unclog her!" shouted one of the servants.

"I will!"

The man smiled evilly and turned his head: "Boss, where is her room?"

"Yes, yes..." the boss faltered.

"Forget it, boss." Qingli's voice sounded.

As if a pot of water had been poured on the fire, the audience was silent for a moment.

Then Mirtha flicked her wrist and broke free from the man strangely.

"The bishop said that the sins of the world can be forgiven, but blasphemy against the Holy Spirit will bear eternal sin."

Martha rubbed her wrists, glared at them, and let out a long breath: "And you can insult and curse me, but you are not allowed to blaspheme that one!"

His gaze was like a sharp sword, and a dangerous aura emanated from around his body, and the magic power began to stir in his body.

People started to escape from the tavern, and most of the remaining men's younger brothers had already stood up and followed him to surround him. There were also a few thin teenagers blocking the door, otherwise she would escape.

"Boss!" Martha called out.

"Hey!" The boss looked up with a shocked expression on his face.

"The question I wanted to ask before, one is, do you know a place called Tarascon?"

Martha took off her cloak, revealing her refined body, her long blue hair fluttering silently.

The hooligans around him breathed heavily in an instant.

She glanced around, clenched her fists, her joints cracked, and her smile overflowed with excitement.

"Second, if you break something here, how much will you pay for?"

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Section 118 Chapter 110 VII Guidance

"A Christian from the Jewish province, Martha, you are accused of punching people in the giant tavern and smashing the tavern property.

Such arbitrary use of force to harm other people's lives and property is not only against the law, but also morally irresponsible. "

"But, but this is their first..." Martha slapped the table and got up, glaring at each other.

"Quiet!" The judge knocked on the table.

The soldier firmly pushed Martha down.

"Now, based on the statements of the lawyers of both parties and the evidence presented, under the witness of Themis, the goddess of justice, our citizen jurors judge with the principle of absolute fairness..."

"Wait, I don't have a lawyer!"

The judge directly ignored: "I believe that Martha's criminal facts are clear, and I have no objection. I hereby make the following judgment based on the drunken brawl case in Article 33 of the 'Provincial Jurisprudence Collection' and Article 112 of the 'Law of the Peoples'... ..”

"no......"

Martha bit her lip and wanted to raise her hand to speak, but she was interrupted by powerlessness in the middle of her speech.

A little wronged, a little helpless, and some want to cry.

She blinked her eyes, raised her hand halfway, then retracted tremblingly, squeezed her fist, and said in a low voice: "I didn't drink alcohol..."

But no one heard it anymore, because the prisoner for the next case had already been taken.

The trial of the case was over, and Martha was taken back to prison.

According to the trial, in a few days, she will be sent to a workshop in southwestern Gaul and become a slave.

When I thought about starting from Judea and crossing the empire, I finally ended my mission in this place.

To meet myself will be endless labor and whipping...

Martha couldn't help feeling sad.

If this is the test the Lord has given me...thank you so much! ! !

She gritted her teeth angrily, her resentment towards life reached its peak at this moment.

In the prison, there is insufficient light, and mud and stench rise from the dirty ground.

Soldiers took her to the registration office, made final records, and after a few days, she would be sent away in batches with other criminals.

The official sat behind the table, lit a candle, lowered his head to write and draw, and asked casually, "That, name?"

"Martha." The girl bowed her head.

When the official heard the voice of a young girl, he couldn't help but raise his head, his eyes were dull for a moment, and then he lowered his head again.

"Where did it come from?"

Thinking of her hometown, Maerda couldn't help but sighed softly and said, "Jewish."

"Ah, the Jewish province..."

The official suddenly realized, and raised his head: "No wonder, he came here to escape, the place is very unstable now."

Martha thought of the bishop who was still sending herself out, and her companions who were trying to resist Roman rule...

Nodded silently.

"It's just a pity you're in the wrong place, girl,"

A frivolous voice sounded, and the soldier by the cell door interjected: "Since the news of Britain came out, basically every province has been more or less agitated, and we are also here."

"I heard that a few days ago, the Legion has discovered many barbarians who crossed the Rhine River." Another soldier answered.

The official scribbled and drew, raised his head: "So you all come here, why don't you go to Rome?"

Martha pursed her lips: "I've been to Rome."

"Ah, I get it, I can't get in, right?"

The official nodded, expressing his understanding: "The territory of the empire is getting bigger and bigger, but the city of Rome is getting less and less enough to live in.

Now people all over the world want to go to Rome, I'm afraid they can't even live with a dog. "

"A dog can't live in it, let alone a Christian?" The soldier laughed.

Everyone laughed, the laughter was wanton and heart-piercing, like unfinished thorns in a fish fillet, scratching down the throat to the heart.

Martha smiled silently, bowed her head, not daring to speak.

The official glanced at her and softened his tone: "So, after all, why did you beat someone?"

"I'm not hitting people, I'm preaching."

Martha showed a self-deprecating expression: "I believe that they must be devout believers now!"

"Oh, because of faith..."

The official understood and scratched his head: "It's understandable, after all, if anyone dares to insult my daughter, I guess I would have raised the knife."

Martha subconsciously shook her head and corrected: "It's not the daughter, it's the Lord."

"For me, she is my religion."

The official interrupted her with a smile: "My little goddess."

Martha blinked, was silent for a moment, then lowered her head and said softly: "As a child, you should obey your parents, take it for granted, honor your parents, so that you can live long in this world.

As a father, do not be angry with your children, but bring them up in the training and admonition of the Lord. "

"This is?" the officer wondered.