Chapter 143 4.3 Survival of the Fittest (I Wish All Book Friends a Happy Start to the Year of the Ox!)

14 days later, Hanshui Village Government Hall.

Jerome, wearing a long robe of a bishop, sat in the lord's seat, and two "law" path God's Chosen sat on his left and right. On the side of the government hall, the "jury" composed of 12 ordinary villagers of Hanshui Village was watching covetously.

In front of them stood a Viking hunter and a Slavic worker.

"My Lord Bishop, the three lambs I raised at home yesterday slipped into the yard of this Viking brother. As a result, I woke up early this morning and found that the lambs were lost. This bastard didn't even give them back to me!"

"These are the lambs of my Hanshui Village Production Brigade! They are not my personal property. He took the lambs from me, which is plundering the common property of the villagers of Hanshui Village!"

"Haha" The Viking hunter next to him immediately sneered after hearing this.

"You Slavic beast, you only said that your sheep were lost, but do you know what damage your sheep caused me?!" The Viking hunter said as he took out an empty salt bag from behind.

"Because you, a brainless beast, didn't tie the reins at night, your three sheep ran into my kahon, slipped into the kitchen, and licked all the salt and spices I just bought! This is a property worth 2 silver coins, and I plan to use it until next spring!"

"You still blame me for deducting your sheep? The price of my half bag of salt is equivalent to 5 lambs! I have to rob you of 2 more to make up for all the losses. I let you go because these are lambs from the production team, but you, a grandson, came here to complain first!"

The Viking hunter did not give in, but since the Slavic farmers had grown rapidly in number, their backs also quickly hardened, and they did not make any concessions in words.

Especially when Oleg successfully returned from the Baltic Sea and brought back the seven statues of the "Hakhoran Temple". Jerome followed Loki's instructions before leaving and allocated them 200 silver coins, allowing them to freely choose a piece of land in Fog Duck Town to build their own temple.

The Slavs, who had religious beliefs, felt the importance of the lord. After a short summer, the Slavs' former servility was swept away, and they would never be their own slaves again. Because now, they can also become the chosen ones of God and contribute to the defense of the village.

"Haha! It's so funny. You blame my lamb for not closing the door at night? Doesn't that mean that if your wife is slept with by someone else at night, you have to blame me, old Lev?!"

"Haha! I don't want to close the door! But you can't even keep an eye on the lamb. If your wife moves to Lava's Kahon one day, don't blame me for not knowing the direction in the dark!"

"Hahaha" The crowd on the jury laughed excitedly as if they were watching a two-person show. The way Jerome used to solve the case was exactly the same as the Inquisition in the English Isles. They randomly found 12 ordinary citizens from the city to serve as jurors and let them participate in the conviction.

This process of everyone participating in legislation can, on the one hand, allow the people to understand the difficulties of the lords. On the other hand, it can also make everyone have more awe of the word "law" in the process of personal experience.

Jerome, who was in the position of the lord, shook his head gently. It was difficult for a judge to judge family affairs, and this was obviously another family affair. One of the two parties did not lock the door, and the other did not control the sheep. It seemed that both parties had their own reasons.

Finally, Jerome rubbed his sore eyebrows. Considering that he seemed to have not finished compiling the textbooks for the next semester, he reluctantly picked up the gavel and tapped the table twice, then stretched out a finger and pointed to a plaque above his head.

[Survival of the fittest]

This plaque was written by Loki himself. Before leaving, he had kindly instructed Jerome not to think too much about any case that was "difficult to judge who was right and who was wrong."

Pointing to the plaque above the head, the villagers will naturally know how to solve it.

Sure enough, after seeing this familiar gesture, the two people who were arguing in the audience showed an evil smile tacitly. And the 12 jury members around them all gave an excited low cry.

"Haha! So cool! There's another good show to watch!"

"Isn't it? This dull summer, and I can't go out to rob, I'm almost suffocating!"

"Haha! Suffocating?! After a summer, even my 5-year-old son became a chosen one, and I'm still like this! Next time the village chief goes out to sea, I have to go swimming with him!"

The 12 jurors walked to a small duel field on the edge of the village, laughing or cursing, and a large number of villagers gathered at the same time. The Slavs and Vikings consciously divided into two factions, and the two "interrogated" took off their shirts, revealing their tendons, and walked into the center of the sand duel field.

"Odin, I ask you to witness a fair fight." As a holy bishop monk, Jerome felt strange every time he said this, but at this time he was the acting village chief, and this sentence could only be said by him.

Fortunately, "Holy Lord Christ" did not bring down divine punishment.

"Both parties present voluntarily resolve the dispute through 'gladiatorial conviction'. The two will fight bare-handed until one of them can no longer stand!

"Both parties are not allowed to hit the lower body or the face. The party begging for mercy will automatically be deemed to have admitted defeat!"

"The loser will compensate according to the wishes of the winner!"

"Survival of the fittest!"

"Let the fight begin!"

"Hah!" The Slavic farmer roared and jumped on the Viking hunter, and the Viking hunter was not to be outdone. The two of them swung their fists on the duel field made of sea sand and immediately started a fist-to-flesh fight.

"Haha, the village chief is right. The weather is hot in summer. We must "make more use of" the arena to let these energetic guys vent their excess energy, otherwise they will cause trouble for me every day!"

Rubbing his aching head, Jerome wanted to squeeze out of the arena, but when he turned around, he found that he could not get out.

"Haha! Go for it! Brother Lev, hit him!"

"Lava, you bastard, that Slavic bastard's fist is as weak as cotton, don't embarrass us Vikings! Odin is watching from the sky!"

"I bet three copper coins on the shepherd Lev! Lev! Stand up straight for me! Prove that we Slavs are not easy to bully!"

"I bet five copper coins on Odin's good boy Lava! Go! Go, go, go!"

Jerome was like a poor sardine, tightly pressed in the middle of a large group of muscular men. At this moment, he suddenly regretted that he had neglected martial arts recently.

Faced with this situation, he only had one last choice

"Katya! Where are you, my wife?"

Katya is the security captain of Hanshui Village and the first choice of Jerome after he fell into a 'trouble'. Although it is quite embarrassing for a grown man to often call his wife for rescue, Jerome's divine power once the flaming long sword is displayed is simply not something that mortals can match.

If he doesn't use it, he is a complete noob.

In the past, when the two sound effects were called, Katya would definitely descend from the sky holding a dull black spear.

But today, she did not show up.