Duke of Grief

The maid met the noble who wanted to buy the elf slave in the court. She had not seen the noble beforehand because she was really busy recently and had no time to meet the noble who was about to be thrown into prison sooner or later.

Cervantes sat beside her with Erlang's legs, and Latinia sat on the other side, because this was also the first time she had seen a "civilian" try nobles.

The deputy minister of the Justice Department, now sitting in the judge’s seat, is a knight retired from injury. He is sitting behind Latiniah, not squinting, looking at the noble on the dock with calm eyes.

The reason why the knight became the Minister of Justice now is because the maid can't trust anyone else. The knight just refused, and because of the injury he was ordered to retire by the old duke. If he is not allowed to be the minister, he will Carrying a long sword to become an adventurer, continue to protect the mourning wind collar in your own way.

The last one hundred and sixty-eight knights mentioned by Latinia actually contained water. The 168 knights actually included those retired knights. The purpose is naturally In order to bluff, because during that time the Fortune Church had just moved to the Holy City and the defense was weak.

However, there is nothing wrong with saying "one hundred and sixty-eight". If the crisis really comes to the fore, those retired knights will definitely stand up again!

And next to the Minister of Justice, there are a few nobles who are silent. They have a complicated look. When they look at the nobleman standing on the dock, they do not know what they think.

After them, some representatives from all walks of life sat there. They were all civilians. When they turned up to listen to a noble's trial this time, they felt a little uneasy.

The fearful civilians sat behind them, and some of their whispers whispered into the nobles' ears, but the nobles were deaf and did not hear what they were doing.

Their eyes were deep, and they glanced at the three rulers sitting in the front row. Some people felt uneasy in their hearts, and others grew more resentful.

In a wide court, only a few dozen people sat in the auditorium, and the door behind was closed, as if there were no vents, and the tense air was always filled.

The time has not yet passed, so the judge did not hold a court session.

The nobles glanced at the civilian sitting on the judge's seat, and the more they panicked.

No matter who they were, they saw that the man sitting on the stage was a civilian—not a noble, nor a noble child, nor a priesthood, but a civilian who joined the city hall!

What does it mean? Why is a civilian sitting there?

They wanted to ask, but they dared not speak up at this time, for fear of diverting the attention of those three to themselves.

Beside the dock, the two bailiffs stood upright with their arms upright. The nobles standing there felt dizzy and their lips were numb, but the two guys behind were like demons with no emotion or expression. As usual, no matter how he called, they did not respond.

He didn’t dare to be too loud, because ‘three of them’ were sitting in the first row. If his voice was too loud, they would definitely hear it.

clatter!

The minute hand on the pocket watch jumps, at 9:30 am-

"Trial!"

Ethan White closed the front cover of the pocket watch, and there was no need to organize the clothes on his body, because he not only combed his head meticulously, but also the collar and the breasted button.

The middle-aged man wearing a pair of brown glasses looked at the dock, and by this time, the court had completely quieted down. The civilians sitting in the back row were afraid to take a breath because of the tension.

"Mr. Luke Slieman, Lord Lord sees it with your own eyes, your steward, under your command, "within the sorrowful winds" deals with slave merchants, intending to buy an elf slave-is this true?"

"No!" The nobleman was stunned for a moment, then shook his head frantically, "No! That wasn't what I ordered him to do, it was his arbitrage! It was him who arbitrarily traded with slave merchants! It's not me, it's not me!"

The nobles sitting in the auditorium were almost black, because as the voice of'Luke Slieman' echoed in the empty court, they could feel the sight of the civilians behind them!

‘This guy lost all the nobility’s face! "A few nobles gritted their teeth.

Judge Ethan pushed his glasses, "So, do you need to call witnesses? Mr. Slieman?"

Like a duck with a pinched neck, Luke's voice stopped abruptly, and his head was even more confused.

Call a witness? What'witness' is paging?

Slave merchant? Or his butler?

Cold sweat slipped from the temples, and Luke's brain, which hadn't worked for a long time, started to spin. Although he was a little dull, he still thought of a way.

"...Master Judge, please call the witnesses!"

Although still trembling, Luke had calmed down.

At the same time as a nobleman, he was also a mage, and his sensitive brain allowed him to regain his calm thinking at this time. The most important thing now is not to explode his noble identity, because in front of the three, his identity is useless. On the contrary, it may cause him to sink into a quagmire and struggle.

He took a deep breath, but the nervousness stimulated his brain, calming him down at this time.

He had never been so grateful to his father, because it was his father who forced him to learn the spells, let him inherit the title, but also saved his life at this time.

"To call witnesses, Mr. Johnson."

The court door was closed, the side door was opened, and the restless housekeeper was tortured with his hands and came out of the side door. When he saw his master's first glance, he subconsciously shrunk his neck. The bailiff had told himself before There was an echo in my head.

Now he only remembers one sentence: ‘as long as you confess, your crime is not serious, and confession is lenient. If you really confess everything, you may be taken lightly. ’

Perhaps the nobles were only a little afraid of the maidservant, but they never thought about what kind of mood the housekeepers and servants in their family had toward the maidservant.

Perhaps a little grateful, but more afraid-because, they are the servants of the noble family!

They look at the maidservant with an antiquated notion. If the maidservant who covered the sky with one hand really wanted to judge his master, what would happen to them?

"Frankly and broadly, frankly and broadly..."

The housekeeper'Johnson' kept talking about this sentence, and kept talking about it repeatedly. The small and broken voice made a part of Luke Slieman's heart jump~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but on the surface, there was no performance Too much emotion.

He understands his current situation very well. Although he is arrogant, he is not stupid!

He constantly adjusted his mind by taking deep breaths to slow down his beating heart, but unfortunately, he had little gain.

The stumbled and slow butler was brought to the witness stand, and Ethan waited quietly. He glanced at the butler and knocked on the mallet.

Snapped!

The butler was startled by the sound echoed in the courtroom, and suddenly his heart was beating wildly. He hurriedly looked around and saw the ‘judge’ on the stage looking at himself coldly, and the cold sweat immediately shed.

Ethan looked solemn and asked, "Mr. Johnson, you are the housekeeper of Mr. Luke Slieman, aren't you?"

The butler blinked, and it took a long time to react. ‘Mr. Johnson’ was talking about himself.

"Yes, it is……"

The butler gave a quick glance at his master and swallowed. "I am the master's butler..."

Ethan nodded. "So, please tell the truth of the day."

Then, the housekeeper stuttered out what happened that day. Because of the tension, his word order was even reversed in some places, but it did not affect everyone's understanding.

Nodding, Ethan indicated that the butler could stop, then looked at Luke, "Mr. Luke Slieman, is Mr. Johnson's story true?"

"No! That's all fabricated!" Luke shook his head.

He knew that he could not escape anyway, but there was a silver lining, that is, he said nothing and denied everything.

Well, even if he can’t be innocent, he will only be ‘imperial imperative’-

Just deny all crimes!

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