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 Louis Jim was the last member of Parliament to sit on the jury. When he passed by the distinguished Mr. Elledge Buckthorn, he leaned back to avoid the pair of dragon horns with gold rings. He sat down and put away his stomach. , put his head over to say hello to the pastor, Ms. Hardy Elshah, who was sitting on the other side of Mr. Elledge. Ms. Hardy smiled and nodded, the brown feathers on her temples like ears trembling lightly, like a happy bird.
 "Welcome to Sullivan, Congressman Jim. Thank you for your hard work."
 Louis laughed, his booming voice making his beer belly shiver.
 "It's not hard, ma'am. The horses pulling my cart are the hardest. I have rewarded them well before coming here."
 The noble Elledge Buckthorn coughed twice and stroked the spine of the thick Sullivan Codex with his slender fingers. The lizard man's standard long mouth turned to the left and right sides and tapped lightly, making a slow and low sound.
 "Mr. Jim, Ms. Aishah, the greetings can be left after the meeting. If you are ready, I think the review can begin."
 "Okay, Mr. Buckthorn."
 "It couldn't be better, noble Elder Scales."
 Elledge raised his head and gave the order to the guard.
 "Bring in the prisoners!"
 The guard holding an ax gun took the lead, and four guards brought up a prisoner wearing a burlap robe.
 His skin was pale, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were sunken into the sockets. You could barely see a hint of youthfulness from the dirty face. There seemed to be a gloomy, cunning soul imprisoned in those dark blue eyes. His thin figure was covered by a cloth robe, and a pair of magic-suppressing gold shackles shone slightly at his wrists.
 The prisoner looked at the judges, saluted slightly within the scope allowed by the guards, and showed a weak smile to the three members who were deciding his fate, a smile that was only polite but not heartfelt.
 Louis puffed up his chest, Hardy tightened his lips, and the noble Elledge's expression remained unchanged, saying coldly that he was used to it. There are many criminals in Sullivan Prison, and all kinds of villains with different personalities cannot sway this reviewer. He will not be afraid of a prisoner's cruelty, nor will he pity their disguised misery.
 Elledge Buckthorn picked up the prisoner's personal file and looked over it on the parchment.
 "John Camp, you are, a warlock..." Elledge raised his head and looked at John carefully.
 "You and your accomplices participated in the riots in Nolitdam. Your gang killed Lord Edron and more than a dozen guards, causing double-digit casualties. If it hadn't been for the kind-hearted anonymous guest who reported and stopped your The atrocities, the chaos of Noritedam will further expand, causing the city-state alliance to suffer more losses. John, because you showed a moderate attitude during the arrest and did not resist the detention, we gave you a chance to repent, not with your The leader [Cold-Blooded] Martin Connelly directly executed him. Now, in front of the Eight Holy Spirits, under the scope of Shadwin's law, as long as you reveal the identities of the remaining escaped gangs and the stolen secret treasure [Nolittan Horn] ]’s whereabouts, we will slow down your sentence and, depending on your level of cooperation, you may seek release..."
 John listened to Elledge read every word. During this process, he was extremely focused. The pair of amber beast eyes stared at him. Under his gaze, John felt that the noble Elledge was extremely tall, like a boulder pressing on his head. . The pale warlock's body trembled, his teeth chattered unconsciously, and he opened his lips in a hazy state of consciousness.
 "I... don't know." When he looked at John again, his expression had returned to a downcast expression, as if the previous trance was just a performance.
 Elledge sighed. He was not surprised that a warlock could resist his [deterrence], but the criminal's lack of cooperation still aroused dissatisfaction among the judges.
 "You made a wrong decision." Elledge closed the code, and the parchment that determined the fate of the criminal was placed in his hand, together with the seal of the verdict and release in court.
 "Young man, you don't have to be like this." Hardy Elshah persuaded with kindness in his eyes while combing the feathers on his hands, "You were controlled by a magic trap in the treasure room of Nolitdam. You have no stolen goods. Your Your accomplices have obviously abandoned you. One more thing, I want to thank you personally for staying with me. There are no traces of sorcery left on the bodies of the dead and wounded guards. The recovery work is progressing gratifyingly. Their souls have not been fatally damaged. . I believe you still have some bottom lines as a human being. Stealing property is a shameful act, but it is still different from those killings caused by malicious intentions. We want to avoid more harm, regarding those betrayers, regardless of legal principles Whether it is moral or moral, there is no reason worthy of your protection. Mr. Elledge has the right to execute, which cannot be reversed, but I am still willing to pray for you and pray that the Holy Spirit will forgive your sins." Ms. Hardy's wings spread slightly in time, and the priesthood The reporter's gentleness was like a warm fire, spreading in the gray brick hall, making the criminal under the burlap robe feel better.
 "I don't know." John's eyes were as calm as ice.
 Ms. Hardy's light dimmed, she lowered her head and said no more.
 The table shook, and Louis stroked his offended belly with a smile. He leaned forward, pressed his arms on the files on the table, and winked at John.
 "Hey, sir, I won't deal with those who have nothing. I am a businessman, from the Merchant Alliance, Louis Jim. Maybe you have heard of my name. I also have business dealings with some black businessmen in Dark City. Nolitte I don't care how many people Dan has died or how many lords have died, but the stolen secret treasure, the Warlock, is something guaranteed by the Merchant Alliance. As far as the current situation is concerned, you have no chance of it. It's even worse. The thing is, John, you've lost the vote of Mr. Elledge and Ms. Hardy, which means you've lost your physical freedom and your ability to be forgiven by the Holy Spirit. That's too bad, but just tell me a little bit about the Secret Treasure. There are clues, things you missed before, and there is a chance to come back. I will pay your bail, which will obviously not exceed one-tenth of the value of [Nolitdam Horn], and you will be released in court, It’s as easy as Lord Seabuckthorn’s hand shaking to seal it. Before you leave Sullivan Prison, I am willing to give you ten gold coins as mental compensation. Thank you for supporting the work of the Merchant Alliance. The Merchant Alliance believes that nothing is off the table. , John.”
 Louis' eyes sparkled, and he rubbed his fingers bluntly to indicate. His vulgar behavior aroused the dissatisfaction of the judges. Elledge's expression remained unchanged, and Hardy frowned, but Louis did not care about this.
 John answered faster than last time.
 "I have no idea."
 Louis Jim leaned back against the chair again and shrugged nonchalantly.
 "Okay, that's okay. I'm still willing to sponsor you with ten gold coins as the cost of your coffin."
 The distinguished Elledge Seabuckthorn then raised his hand, held his forehead, and signaled for the process to continue when the three judges were no longer interested. Next is the prisoner's self-narration session, which is used to impress members of parliament with personal stories and win votes. They usually start with their unfortunate childhood experiences and elaborate on the reasons why they went astray, shirk responsibility to their deceased parents or those who bullied them in childhood. Children, the level of vulgarity is no less than some third-rate novels. The ending of John Camp has been determined in the minds of the three judges. They are not interested in his experience, but the rules set need to be followed. With the mentality of killing time, everyone at the judging meeting is waiting for John Camp 's self-report.
 "I come from a remote mountain village near Licheska. I don't remember what my parents did, but I remember the circumstances of their death. The Wiltis cultists ransacked our village and kidnapped everyone, including me... …”
 The three judges straightened their backs at this. The name Wiltis elicited a reaction from them. A group of truly vicious cult followers, the Veltis cultists often perform human sacrifices and cast weird and powerful magic. They worship a heretical existence other than the Eight Holy Spirits, which is nothing in itself. Beliefs other than the Eight Holy Spirits abound. But the scary thing is that the alien being responded to them seriously, and his honorable name was spread amidst the horrific disaster.
 The Crimson God, the Eternal Red Mist, the Corruptor, Veltis.
 The judges looked at John Camp with a complete change in their eyes, especially Pastor Hardy Elshah. Her eyes were particularly sharp and she silently recited the name of the Holy Spirit in her mouth.
 "...We were sacrificed one by one, and I should have followed in the footsteps of others, but just before the Wiltis cultists killed me, that existence responded to me lying on the altar... Those cultists had a deep hatred for the Wiltis cultists. Tis is extremely fanatical and accepted me regardless of my position. The fanatics trained me to be one of their kind, learning sacrificial rituals, Veltis teachings, and spellcasting. Forced to survive, I became a servant of Veltis. I consider myself just like Ms. Hardy, my profession should be a priest serving God..."
 "Stop your slander! Warlock! How dare you put evil spirits and the Holy Spirit side by side!" Hardy's feathers stood up, her nails dug into the wooden table, her eyes were filled with fire, and she was completely without the gentleness before. She would be ready at any time. The look of jumping down.
 "Quiet!" The noble Ellich Seabuckthorn shouted in a low voice, stopping the commotion with powerful intimidation.
 "Elledge, he is a warlock! Or a Wiltis warlock! He should be executed immediately! Burned or buried alive!" Hardy was still screaming.
 "Calm down, Hardy. The Wiltis cult is gone. You and I both know that during the [Rotten Red Disaster] five years ago, hundreds of thousands of lunatics gathered together and held a ceremony to dedicate themselves to their demon god, Zhu Anke. The Rite Plateau is still a hell where no one survives. So he can't be the Viltis magician..." Elledge said, but even he couldn't convince himself.
 He might have just found the relevant fragments of the Veltis cultists and learned some magic knowledge, Elledge thought.
 Louis' head was pressed against the back of the chair, looking at the tall and thin John Kemp in the audience.
 "As Mr. Elledge said, the followers of Wiltis should be dead by now. If you are, why did you escape the [Rotten Red Disaster] and did you not participate in that ceremony? Are you unfaithful to your faith? Is that evil...evil god so easy to talk to?"
 John Kemp lowered his head, closed his eyes tightly, and seemed to recall the horror of yesterday. He spoke slowly, as if he was telling a ghost story.
 "I went through that ritual too, but miraculously I survived."
 "Why?" Their eyes expressed their meaning directly.
 John Kemp returned to silence and spoke coldly.
 "Because I'm special."
 The judges remembered what John had said about being chosen by God. The demon seemed to favor him particularly. They were shocked, but they couldn't help but feel curious.
 "What's so special about you?"
 John Kemp crossed his fingers and answered expressionlessly.
 "I'm extremely ungrateful."
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 Warlock John Kemp, this believer of the alien god has been collecting the blood of warlocks. After another harvest, he returned to the Dark City where he settled. When he just analyzed the harvest, he found that his treasure was stolen. In order to get back that thing, the magician followed the vague guidance and embarked on an adventurous journey again...
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 This is a cruel era.
 The advent of the war game stipulates that every race in the thousands of planes must become a game lord after reaching adulthood and join the meat grinder of the war of all races.
 However, Gao Qiang looked at his territory type and fell into deep thought.
 【Fallen Empire】
 [This empire stood at its apex long before any known nation.
 They once had it all, they once knew everything, until they got tired of it all and became lazy and decadent.
 but!
 They are powerful, they are extreme, and they despise everything.
 When the ants raised their heads proudly, who... was going to be the first to touch the scales of this sleeping dragon? 】
 [Effect 1: At the beginning of each game, your empire will have all the technologies that can be researched in this game. 】
 [Effect 2: At the beginning of each game, you will obtain an ancient legacy army, whose combat effectiveness is equal to the top combat effectiveness of this game. 】
 [Effect 3: At the beginning of each game, your territory will gain a minimum history of 10,000 years. 】
 [Effect 4: At the beginning of each game, you will have a map/star map containing all the terrain/cave/miracles in the game. 】
 [Effect 5...]
 Until that day, the devil from the hell dimension had his head crushed by the devil just because he cursed Gao Qiang.
 Pointing at Gao Qiang, the Demon King trembled and said: "You, why are you provoking him!!!"
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 The wires short-circuited, and I was electrocuted and traveled through time. Teacher Guo was not lying to me! 
 I traveled through Marvel with DNF, but my last name is Stark? 
 … 
 Things are unpredictable, and the big intestines are wrapped in the small intestines… 
 I traveled through the Marvel universe but changed my job to become a female gunner. What should I do? 
 I am really not the illegitimate daughter of the Stark family! 
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 This world has Fox Fairies, River Gods, Water Monsters, Great Demons and Cultivators who seek immortality. 
 By activating their Dharma Eyes, cultivators can see all kinds of demons and ghosts. 
 Refining a flying sword, they can kill enemies thousands of miles away. 
 Their all-seeing eyes and all-hearing ears allow them to observe everything around them… 
 The second young master of the Qin family, Qin Yun was one such cultivator…
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 This is a world where music can control the power of heaven and earth.
 Music can kill enemies, music can destroy states, and music can fly to the sky and escape from the earth.
 Someone blew the "Blue Sea and Blue Sky" and created a tsunami that made hundreds of millions of sea people dare not set foot on the human territory.
 Someone played "The Fu on Destroying the Barbarians", and the strings turned into knives, raging for thousands of miles, killing countless barbarians, and forcing the barbarian ancestors to retreat into the wild.
 Someone sang "Peace the Demons", and all the demons were convinced, and signed a non-war pact with the human race.
 Someone sang "Song of Requiem", and the grievances in the mass graves in Baili disappeared, and the ghosts disappeared.
 someone...
 A traveler who came to this grotesque world, with bright musical notes, carrying the handed down war song, suppressed the sea area, destroyed monsters and barbarians, and slaughtered alien races, and embarked on the road to the holiness.
 There is a mantra called the "Great Compassion Mantra", which makes the most vicious people put down their butcher knives and be slaughtered.
 There is an order called "Order of the General", which summons the ancient spirit, the general who has fought a hundred battles.
 There is a formation called "House of Flying Daggers", in the sky and on the ground, there is nowhere to escape.
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 A firefighter in her previous life, Li Jing’er transmigrated back to ancient times and became the wife of the second son of a farmer. A month after Li Jing’er married into the family, her husband left to join the army.
 Then news arrived that her husband was killed in battle but the compensation paid by the imperial court was snatched away by her greedy in-laws. Forced into a corner, she planned an escape, severed family ties, and left with her six-month-old baby daughter.
 Joining the flow of refugees escaping from disaster and war, she picked up several lost and abandoned children along the way and tried to start a new life.
 Then out of the blue, her deceased husband appeared…
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 The archaeologist “red-haired witch” made too big of a disturbance while excavating tombs, gloriously becoming a martyr in the midst of the grave chamber’s collapse. Seventeen years later, she had transmigrated into the Five Regions Continent. The delinquent Meng Fuyao who struggled to survive in the lowest rungs of society, cast aside her boyfriend who was about to marry another person with a slice of his five fingers.
 “Believe me, she will be an absolutely perfect wife. With her by your side, you will be like an aristocrat and her luxury poodle – no matter where you go, your status will increase by a hundred-fold and complement each other perfectly.”
 Forsaken love, abandoned like dog shit. From then on it was a boundless sky and open sea, a trek of ten thousand li. To obtain the Seven States seals, fight against the world first. For the hope of return in her heart, brazenly collide with the Machiavellian royalty of the seven states, uniting the outstanding and talented under the heavens through fortuitous meetings.
 And so, will this road of chanced affection go through the peak of heavenly mountains and the warmth of bonfires; the glint of sword shadows and the coldness of the glance backwards; the autumn sun’s golden wind and the flying sweep of the robe sleeve; or that chilly moonlit forest and that sprint like an arrow’s? Once love and that chosen, narrow path cross each other, which will prevail?
 She said, I can dedicate myself to you, but if you do not want my body of hot blood, then I must draw your blood. She said, the efforts of my entire life have run in the opposite direction of true love, so are the heavens laughing at me? Then I guess I can only laugh at the heavens.
 Three chi of torn silk, one zhang of spilt blood. A thousand li of expanded territory, ten thousand fallen corpses. One day the Luan and Phoenix will soar up with the winds, and Fuyao will rise straight up, ninety thousand li.
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 "Many Children, Much Blessing," "Protagonist's Father," "Scheming Cao Wei," "Evil and Dominating," "Dark Antagonist," "Invincible Power,"
 Chu He was born in a fantasy world before most protagonists were born, as the son of a prominent elder of a sacred land. Suddenly, he awakens a system that labels him as the 'Villain with Many Children.'
 [Ding, detecting that the host possesses exceptional talent but lacks an heir to inherit it, now evaluating the most suitable female lead. Originally intended to be the main character Ye Chen's mother...]
 [Ding, as your offspring's talents and cultivation grow, they will enhance your own talents and cultivation. If your offspring possess extraordinary talents, you can receive additional rewards!]
 Detecting the original mothers of those protagonists? It's inevitable that these protagonists would be born, right!
 [Ding, congratulations on giving birth to a protagonist with a waste character fate. Rewarding the host with a Divine Marrow Cleansing Pill, Divine Armor, and Divine Guardian Clan Array!]
 [Ding, congratulations on giving birth to a protagonist with a fate of extraordinary luck. Rewarding the host with a Primordial Holy Pill, Immortal-grade Guardian Clan Array, and Dragon-slaying Divine Sword!]
 Chu He's sons and daughters multiplied, and the fates of the protagonists kept increasing.
 He realized he could even gain rewards by killing his offspring who aimed to overthrow him, prompting him to sigh, "Perhaps this is what being a true grand antagonist is all about..."
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 Traveling to Los Angeles in the 1990s, Roland Allen, who had been beaten by society, thought that he would live an ordinary life in this life, but just when he was about to change careers, reincarnation began——
 The number of roles is all determined by default, so they are all related households everywhere?
 Sorry, as long as the hoe is swung well, there is no corner that cannot be dug.
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 Eshwar is the name of the author who transmigrated into his own novel after his death. Eshwar’s death was caused by his own magic which he had yet to control. Why? because I didn't think I would seriously die!!!!
 Anyway.... my novel's protagonist is a selfish person. why you ask? because I wrote him and I wanted him to be like me. Muhahahaha, ha.
 I reincarnated into my novel!
 and that to as a villain who dies in the first half, will I stand still and die?
 Of course not, I may have reincarnated as a villain but its not like I will live like he did.
 I'll live my life as I want! and kill all the other villains.
 Why? because I love the world I created, hahaha, ha.... (real reason: I love to fight.), who else will get the chance to look at the world they have created?
 System I created is messed up for some reason and is doing everything on its own!!???
 we'll see how it turns out with everything messed up, well(sigh...)
 Oh, but because i have reincarnated as a villain, I got a new problem and that is,
 I'm handsome (sparkles), I have to say, handsome people have their own problems.
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 "Ding~ Your beast, the Storm Eagle, has obtained a mythical talent—Son of the Storm!"
 "Ding~ Your beast Storm Eagle, kill the demonized sparrow, experience +100!"
 "Ding~ Your pet man-faced spider has acquired a mythical talent—the poison of the rotting god!"
 Three hundred years ago, spiritual energy revived, fierce beasts raged, and one tenth of human beings died at the mouth of fierce beasts!
 Humanity is at stake!
 Thanks to the birth of the Beast Master, human beings can barely gain a foothold and have the right to continue to survive!
 Three hundred years later, Su Yang travels to this world, awakens the talent of a beast master, acquires the pet beast development system, recovers and cultivates countless terrifying god-level pet beasts, and becomes an eternal legend in this world!
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 Jiang Ziyi passed through, dressed in the Da Qin period, traveled to the land of Baiyue, and got the strongest protagonist system.
 But what puzzled Jiang Ziyi was that after this system improved Jiang Ziyi’s body, it disappeared.
 What Jiang Ziyi didn’t know was that everything around him had undergone tremendous changes, and all the beautiful women in the Great Qin World had obtained the system one after another!
 “System, do you think Jiang Ziyi really is my real son?” Flame Spirit Lady exhaled and asked faintly .
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 Lin Ling, who had wood-type abilities, died in the first year of the end of the world, and it has been ten years since he opened his eyes again. After ten years of turmoil, zombie siege, and natural/natural/disaster/disasters, the city has all become In the ruins, very few people survived.
 At this time, in order to rebuild their homes, to resettle the surviving people, and to encourage planting, the country allocated land according to the head, and each person allocated a large piece of land.
 Holding the land use right certificate, Lin Ling rushed to the land allocated to her by the state. Along the way, she was planning to plant rice first, then raise chickens, and raise two big fat pigs.
 When she was full of fantasies about the abundance of grains and flocks of chickens and ducks, she rushed to her new home and looked at the scorched black hills with no grass growing, um… she should start by planting trees.
 Year after year, as far as Lin Ling could see, there were green hills and green waters, gurgling water, flocks of chickens and ducks…a piece of scorched and desolate land became full of vitality. 
 ** 
 Looking at the vibrant village, the only downside is that Lin Ling is alone for ten miles around, so lonely! 
 She looked at the golden wheat field, spent ten catties of wheat generously, and bought a companion, who was su and handsome, but a little clingy, and always wanted to meet her. 
 Lin Ling looked at the wheat field, um… She has reason to suspect that the chatter is coveting the wheat in her field!
 PS: 
 1. Daily farming + infrastructure. 
 2. Daily update, update at nine o’clock in the morning. 
 3. The author’s writing style is average, there are bugs, super overhead, everything is for the plot, enjoy reading the text and pictures, please don’t delve into it.
 Content tags: farming culture infrastructure 
 Search keywords: Protagonist: Lin Ling ┃ Supporting role: Please bookmark! ┃ Others: Farming Literature, End Times, 
 One-sentence introduction: I am engaged in infrastructure construction in the last days 
 Conception: Work hard to live a happy life Daily farming + infrastructure.
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