Chapter 1383: The Canaan Diplomatic Mission Arrives at the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance (1)

Yingzhou looked at him.

"Curze, what do you think of the laws of the Xiuluo Holy Star?"

Curze thought for a moment and spoke.

"Very good, but not detailed enough."

Yingzhou's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Where is it not detailed enough?"

Curze said.

"The penalty intensity for the rapid mediation mechanism for market disputes is insufficient. The regulatory standards for elderly care institutions still need to be refined. Furthermore, the provisions for determining liability in traffic accidents are not clear enough in certain situations, such as how to divide the proportion of liability when both parties are at fault."

As he spoke, his fingers lightly drew circles on his knees.

Yingzhou looked at Curze.

"Where did these thoughts of yours come from?"

Curze said.

"I saw them in case precedents. Many cases have similar circumstances, yet the verdicts are not the same. This is because the law does not have clear provisions. The Judge's discretionary power is too great.

In the same situation, one Judge reaches one result, while another Judge reaches another. Over time, this will make the common people doubt judicial fairness."

Guilliman stood to the side, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He knew Curze was reading the legal code, but he had not expected him to read it so deeply.

Yingzhou pushed the draft on the table toward Curze.

"Curze, take a look at this draft."

Curze took the draft and opened the first page.

His gaze swept over the dense clauses and red annotations, browsing quickly, frowning at times and nodding slightly at others.

After flipping through a few pages, Curze looked up at Yingzhou.

"Father, this draft is written very well. But the provisions in some places could be more specific; I think they can be further improved."

He paused, his voice lower.

"For example, the sentencing gap between fleeing and surrendering is not obvious enough; the perpetrator might choose to flee first and then surrender, thereby reducing the expected sentence. This is not judicial fairness; this is judicial gaming."

His hand tapped on the draft.

The study was quiet for a few seconds.

Yingzhou looked at Curze.

"Curze, I want you to participate in the revision work of the Xiuluo Holy Star laws."

Curze's fingers stopped.

He looked up, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

"Me?"

Yingzhou nodded.

"You have read many law books, understand the shortcomings of the current laws, and can offer specific suggestions for improvement. Guilliman cannot handle it alone; I need a helper. Are you willing?"

The corners of Curze's mouth lifted slightly.

"I am willing."

The corners of Yingzhou's mouth lifted slightly.

"Good. From today on, you are a consultant for the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance Legal Revision Committee."

Curze looked at Yingzhou.

"Consultant? I haven't reached adulthood yet."

Yingzhou said.

"A consultant is not judged by age, but by ability. Your ability is sufficient."

Curze lowered his head.

"Thank you, Father."

Yingzhou said.

"Go report to Guilliman; he will tell you specifically what to do."

Curze stood up and nodded slightly toward Guilliman again.

He turned and walked toward the door, took a few steps, then stopped and looked back at Yingzhou.

"Father, can I borrow the books from the reading room to read in the office?"

"Of course you can."

Curze nodded and walked out of the study.

Guilliman looked at the closed door, then looked at Yingzhou.

"Father, Curze's legal foundation is quite good, he just lacks practical experience."

Yingzhou said.

"You have practical experience; you guide him. Let him start with data organization and clause comparison, and once he slowly gets the hang of it, he can start drafting. Curze's sensitivity to rules is something neither you nor I can match."

Guilliman nodded.

"Yes, Father, I will go arrange his workstation now."

Xiuluo Holy Star, Central City Spaceport.

The Spaceport's Berth No. 3 had already cleared all civilian ships, and deep red warning lines were set up around it. Every twenty meters stood a soldier wearing Black Carapace Armor and a fully enclosed helmet.

The Lucifer Black Guard.

The elite among the mortal troops of the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance.

At this moment, they stood on both sides of the Spaceport berth, standing as straight as pines, motionless.

When Tailesi stepped off the gangway, his footsteps paused.

His gaze swept over those soldiers in Black Carapace Armor, then quickly moved away.

Those warriors did not look at him, but he could feel an invisible pressure surging from all directions.

"Lord Luojia."

Tailesi bowed slightly.

Luojia stood at the very front of the reception platform, wearing the ceremonial robes of the Word Bearers Legion, with golden scriptures embroidered on the deep red lining, holding that string of Psionic Crystal Rosary in his hand.

His expression was calm, with a hint of a smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Lord Tailesi."

Luojia nodded slightly.

"Welcome to Xiuluo Holy Star."

Tailesi turned to the side to introduce the young man behind him.

"This is Gaiwusi, the new Director of our Ministry of Foreign Affairs, accompanying me to attend the celebration this time."

Gaiwusi stepped forward and bowed slightly.

"Lord Luojia, I have long admired you."

Luojia glanced at him, but Gaiwusi felt as if he had been turned inside out from head to toe.

"Lord Gaiwusi, please."

Luojia turned and walked out of the berth.

Tailesi and Gaiwusi followed behind, with the accompanying diplomatic staff close behind them.

Passing those two rows of soldiers in Black Carapace Armor, Gaiwusi could not help but take a few extra looks.

The weapons of those warriors were not standard Laser Guns, but a model he had never seen before; the gun body was longer, the caliber larger, and there were complex energy conduits beneath the muzzle.

Their helmets were fully enclosed, with no observation slits on the faceplates, only a smooth black panel.

Gaiwusi lowered his voice.

"Lord Tailesi, who are these people?"

"I don't know, never seen them."

Gaiwusi's heartbeat accelerated.

The military strength of the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance far exceeded the assessment of the Canaan Star Alliance.

Those soldiers in Black Carapace Armor were not the Astra Militarum units they had seen in their data.

They were also not Space Marines.

The military power of the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance was simply a monster.

Walking out of the berth, they entered the departure hall.

Sunlight spilled down through the glass of the dome, illuminating the entire hall brightly and warmly.

The floor was paved with smooth granite, reflecting the lights overhead and the shadows of pedestrians.

The shop windows on both sides were filled with various goods.

Pedestrians in various clothes shuttled between them, their steps unhurried, with calm smiles on their faces.

Gaiwusi stopped his steps.

"Lord Tailesi, look."

Tailesi also stopped; this place was even more luxurious than the best shopping mall in the Canaan Star Alliance Capital Star.

Gaiwusi's gaze rested on the window of an electronics store.

Inside were several rows of new Data Pads, with ultra-thin bezels, high-resolution screens, and holographic projection functions, and the prices were thirty percent cheaper than similar products in the Canaan Star Alliance.

"These Data Pads are quite a bit cheaper than ours."

Gaiwusi muttered.

Tailesi did not respond.

He noticed a huge holographic screen in a corner of the departure hall, which was scrolling through a promotional video for the third anniversary of the founding of the Xiuluo Holy Star Alliance.

In the footage, the Emperor was reviewing documents in the study of the Primarch Residential Area, the Primarchs were discussing strategy in the Meeting Room, Space Marines were fighting in the starry sky, the Astra Militarum were patrolling the borders, workers were building on construction sites, farmers were harvesting in the fields, and children were running in the square.

Gaiwusi also saw that screen.

"Their propaganda is done so well. If our compatriots saw this, what would they think?"

Tailesi glanced at him.

"Our compatriots cannot see it. Our media only broadcasts the Speaker's speeches."

Gaiwusi fell into Silence.

Luojia stood at the exit of the departure hall, waiting patiently.

He did not urge them, just stood there quietly, turning that string of Psionic Crystal Rosary in his hand.

Tailesi walked over.

"Lord Luojia, apologies, I was distracted."

Luojia said.

"It's fine. People who come to Xiuluo Holy Star for the first time will always look for a long time. Let's go, the sightseeing airship is waiting outside."

The three of them walked out of the departure hall and boarded the waiting airship.