Chapter 198: Sentencing

"Longshan ruby ​​was found at the residence of this junior hunter named 'Du Di'an'?" Timothy raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw the description above, and said to the young man with scars: "If I remember it well, let's investigate this earlier. When the suspect named 'Du Di'an', he was only a new hunter who joined the Mellon consortium three years ago, and he was a scavenger at first, and he was promoted to a hunter after accidentally getting a magic mark from outside the wall."

"Yes, he was just a junior hunter at the time."

"Is there a way for the junior hunters to steal one of the three treasures of the Milan consortium?"

The sword-scarred youth shrugged and said, "Unless the knights recruited by the Milan Consortium are a piece of shit, I don't think it is possible."

"Such an obvious false accusation can still pass the verdict!" Timothy's face was gloomy. "If this deacon named Hollet hadn't died, I don't know how many dirty things he was involved in."

The sword-scarred youth sighed: "No one can resist the temptation of wealth. After all, priests and deacons are human beings. They also have families, children, and wives. Moreover, he loves to gamble. There are too many places where money is needed, but there are too many places where money comes from. few."

"Anyway, a mistake is a mistake, and any reason is an excuse!" Timothy snorted coldly and said, "Such an obvious slander can be passed, and some of the systems in our court are also contradictory, and a case is handed over to one person. Handling, there will always be problems.”

The sword-scarred youth glanced at her and smiled bitterly: "It's better not to discuss this outside. It is because of the infiltration of nobles that we punishers will stay in the inner wall area."

"The inner wall area is more complicated than this." Timothy frowned, and said nothing more, and continued to read the following two cases.

...

...

Milan family, in the hall.

With a bang, Alex threw the teacup on the ground, and a cup of high-quality tea worth dozens of silver coins spilled on the ground, soaking the red carpet. He looked at Abel angrily and said, "No way? You and I I said no way? This is your son!"

Abel's face was gloomy and he said: "I have contacted the Mel family and the Bron family. They have used the resources of the consortium to contact the high-level officials in the Trial Street Tribunal, but they have not responded. This time, the people involved are deacon-level people. No one can intervene in the assassination case, and the public opinion guided by other consortium newspapers has put too much pressure on them, especially the Scott Consortium!"

Speaking of this, he clenched his fingers into fists, "Other consortiums are just building momentum and pressure, they directly believe that Vikander is the murderer,

All the evidence collected in the trial court was made public. This time, if there is no sufficient evidence to prove Xiaowei's innocence, they will not release him. "

Alex thumped his cane and pestle on the ground and roared, "Don't tell me any evidence, I want my grandson to come out with a lot of hair!"

Abel's face twitched slightly, and he said, "I will contact the court again." After that, he turned his head and left without salute.

Several other middle-aged and noble ladies in the hall looked at each other, and one of the middle-aged men stepped forward and said, "Father, don't worry too much, you've ruined your body in such a hurry, Xiaowei is an honest child since he was a child. It's the knight, and I'm sure he would never have acted so recklessly."

Alex glared at him and said, "Why do you need to say that? What if he did? A deacon, if he dies, he will die. They can just find someone to blame at the trial.

The middle-aged man suffocated slightly, smiled bitterly in his heart, and said no more.

...

...

Two days passed quickly.

It was seven thirty-five in the morning, the weather was overcast.

In the urban area shrouded in gray lead-gray radiation clouds, a carriage slowly drove in and stopped in front of the courthouse on Tell Street. Two figures got off the carriage, Du Dian and Fulin.

Although Du Di'an refused, Fulin still insisted on following him and came forward as a bailer. He was also an old nobleman, which could increase the success rate of Du Di'an's appeal to some extent.

For his kindness, Du Di'an could only take the lead, jumped out of the carriage first, helped Fulin's aged body to get out of the carriage, helped him up the steps, and came to the trial court.

"There are two cases in the judgment court today. After the first one is processed, it will be your turn." An official priest who came to greet Du Di'an and the two said, and brought Du Di'an and the two to the judgment court.

The judgment court is extremely spacious, like an ancient church. At this moment, many people have come here, most of them are people from various consortium news agencies.

"They belong to the Scott Consortium, and they belong to the Green Consortium." Flynn and Du Di'an chose to sit in the middle of a row with few people and introduced Du Di'an to the origins of these people.

Du Di'an secretly admired Fulin's eyesight. He seemed to be old and lived in Lane Castle for a long time.

After a while, there was a commotion at the entrance outside.

Du Dian and Fulin turned their heads to look, and their expressions suddenly changed slightly. They saw a group of six or seven people, an old man at the head, followed by a middle-aged man dressed as a gentleman with a straight temperament, with a hazy face. The others behind him were equally silent.

"His name is Alex, he is the old patriarch of the Milan family." Flynn whispered.

Du Dian smiled slightly, "I know."

Flynn said: "Behind him is his son, Abel, who is also the current patriarch of the Milan family. This is a very shrewd little guy, but unfortunately his son did not inherit his shrewd city."

"Having a smart father may not be a good thing." Du Di'an said.

"Indeed, that little guy lacks tempering, and he is favored by the old patriarch. Surrounded by flattery and compliments, it will inevitably float up." Fulin nodded.

At this time, Alex and Abel and others also found their seats, and they were sitting in the front row of the judgment court.

"Behind are the senior managers of the Mel family and the Bloom family, as well as several other families." Fulin introduced in a low voice.

Du Di'an nodded, it was impossible for Mel and Bron to come over and get into this muddy water in person.

As time went by, more and more people came, and after nine o'clock in the morning, the court officially opened.

Three deacon-level priests dressed in pure white silk robes with gold inlaid lace came to the court and sat down. They were all older. After the trial was announced, a trial knight escorted a figure into the judgment platform. It was Vikander.

After not seeing him for two days, Vikander already smelled a bit decadent. The stubble grew quickly and looked a little sloppy. The hair was not combed as well as usual, and it was a little sloppy. (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: