The Dark King

"Longshan Ruby was found at the residence of this junior hunter named'Du Di'an'?" Timothy saw the above description, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said to Jian Scar Young: "I remember it well, we investigated this earlier. When the suspect named'Du Dean' was only a rookie hunter who first joined the Mellon Consortium three years ago, and was the first to be a scavenger, he was accidentally obtained a magic mark from outside the wall before he was promoted to a hunter."

"Yes, he was just a junior hunter."

"Can junior hunters have a way to steal one of the three treasures of the town tribe of the Milan consortium?"

Sword Scar Young shrugged and said, "Unless the knights recruited by the Milan consortium are a shit, I think it is unlikely."

"Such obvious framing can actually pass the sentence!" Timothy's face was gloomy. "If it wasn't for the deacon named Hollet to die, I don't know how many dirty things he was involved in."

Young Jianjian sighed: "No one can resist the temptation of wealth. The deacon is also a human, and he also has a family, children, and wife. He also loves gambling. He needs too much money, but too much money. less."

"Anyway, wrong is wrong, any reason is an excuse!" Timothy sneered, saying: "Such obvious framing can be passed, some of our trial system's systems are also contradictory, a case is given to a person Handling will always cause problems."

Jian Scar Young looked at her and smiled bitterly: "It's better not to talk about this outside. It is because of the infiltration of the nobility, so our disciples will stay in the inner wall area."

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

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Milan family, in the hall.

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

Abel looked gloomy and said, "I have contacted the Mel family and the Bron family. They have used the resources of the consortium and contacted the high-level officials in the Tall Street Tribunal, but they have not responded. This time it is involved at the deacon level. 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 which, he clenched his fingers into fists, "The other consortiums are just putting pressure on them. They directly believe that Vikander is the murderer, and all the evidence collected in the court is made public. This time, if there is insufficient evidence to prove that the small Wei is not guilty, they will not release him."

Alex rattled the cane and pestle on the ground and growled: "Don't tell me any evidence, I want my grandson to have a lot of hair out!"

Abel twitched slightly, and said, "I'll contact the trial office again." After that, it was all right to leave the ceremony and turned to leave.

Several other middle-aged people and nobles in the hall looked at each other, and one of the middle-aged people stepped forward: "Father, don’t worry too much, and hurt your body. Xiaowei, a child, has been honest and since childhood. It is a knight, and I believe he will never do such a reckless behavior."

Alex glared and said, "Is it still what you say? What if he did? A deacon, if he dies, they can just find someone to blame, should it be so true?"

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

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Two days passed quickly.

At 7:35 in the morning, the weather is overcast.

In the urban area shrouded by the gray and gray radiation clouds, a carriage slowly drove in and stopped in front of the court on the street of Tuer. Two figures on the carriage were Du Dean and Forint.

Despite Du Di'an's refusal, Fulin still insisted on following him and came out as a bailer. He was also an old nobleman, which could increase Du Di's complaint a little bit more.

For his kindness, Du Dian can only take the lead, jump off the carriage, help Flinn's aged body get off the car, help him up the stairs, and come to the court.

"There are two cases in today's adjudication court. Wait for the first case to be processed, and then it is your turn." An official priest who came to meet Du Dean said that he took Du Dean to the court.

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

"They belong to the Scott consortium, they belong to the Green consortium." Folin and Du Dean chose to sit in the middle of a row with fewer people, and introduced Du Dean to the origin of these people.

Du Dian admired Fulin's eyesight secretly. He seemed to be old and lived in the Lane Castle for a long time. He did not expect to be so familiar with the people of the news agencies of various consortia outside the world.

After a moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the entrance.

Du Di'an and Flynn looked away, and their expressions changed slightly. I saw a group of six or seven people, headed by an old man, followed by a middle-aged man dressed as a gentleman, with a temperament and a hazy face. The other people behind him were equally silent.

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

Du Dian smiled slightly, "I know."

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

"It's not necessarily a good thing to have a smart father," Du Di'an said.

"Indeed, the little guy lacked discipline and won the favor of the old patriarch. There were stammers and compliments all around, which would inevitably float." Fulin nodded.

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

"Followed by the senior management of the Mel family and the Bron family, there are several other families." Folin introduced in a low voice.

Du Di'an nodded, and Mel and Bloom really couldn't come over and drip the water.

With the passage of time, more and more people came, and after 9 o'clock in the morning, the court officially began.

Three deacon-level priests in pure white silk robes but with gold silk inlay came to sit in the courtroom. They were all older. After they were sentenced to court, soon a trial knight escorted a figure into the judgment table. It was Vikander.

I haven't seen it in just two days. Vikander has a bit of suffocating breath. The stubble grows quickly and is slightly sloppy. His hair is not combed as oily as usual, and it is a bit scribbled.