Looking at the token in Bradley's hand, Woodrow's face turned pale for a moment, and he staggered back two steps, with fear in his eyes.
When the guards heard the words, they stopped in their tracks and looked at Bradley and the token in his hand with awe in their eyes.
A seventh-level magician, this strength is enough to easily destroy everyone here.
What frightened them even more was the token in his hand and the fourth-level event he said. The fourth-level event is already considered a high-level event in the event level of the Gray Temple. It's time to inspect the government.
They have already lost their eligibility to participate, and all they can do is wait for the trial.
The family members of the miners looked at Bradley, their eyes full of hope.
Mag looked at Bradley with a smile on his face, and it was not in vain for him to waste his time.
"Master Bradley, you can't do this. This doesn't comply with the regulations. You are judging the incident level in violation of the regulations!" Woodrow shouted unwillingly. Once this incident is designated as a level four incident by the Gray Temple, it will definitely If he is thoroughly investigated, then he will have no chance of standing up.
"Woodrow, please don't judge the Gray Temple's handling of the case. How to determine the level of the incident is determined according to the rules of the Gray Temple. Now, please step down from the guards of the patrol mansion, and because you may be involved in a level 4 incident, you have no right You restrict your behavior and activity area, please stand where you are and cooperate with the investigation." Bradley looked at Woodrow with a serious expression, and two patrol guards from the Gray Temple stepped forward and stood on Woodrow's side, one left and one right beside.
"I'm an official of the Santo's Mansion, a patrol envoy. You have no right to restrict my freedom. I'm going to the Santo's Mansion! I'm going to see the Santo!" Woodrow turned and wanted to leave.
"Please cooperate with the investigation, otherwise we will take compulsory measures against you in accordance with the regulations." Two inspectors put their hands on his shoulders and said with a serious expression.
"You guys are framing me! I don't accept it! I'm going to see the city lord! I want..." Woodrow struggled, trying to break free from the hands of the two patrol guards.
"You don't need to go to the city lord's mansion. The city lord has ordered that this matter be investigated by the Gray God Palace with full authority. The entire patrol mansion will cooperate with the investigation. Regarding the family members of the miners who died, there must be absolutely no neglect or tolerance!" At this moment, The sound of hoofbeats was accompanied by a majestic voice. Dix rode in from outside the crowd, looked at Woodrow from above zero and said, "Woodrow, the Lord Santo is very disappointed in you."
Hearing this, Woodrow sat down on the ground, cold sweat dripping down his cheeks, his lips trembling, he shook his head and said, "It's not like that, Master Dix, it's not like that, help me and Lord City Lord said, I am his most loyal dog, and I am only loyal to him... "
"The Lord of the City has never kept a dog." Dix interrupted him directly, got off his horse, looked at Bradley and said, "Master Bradley, I am here on the order of the City Lord to assist the Gray Temple in handling the case."
"Okay, thank you for your understanding." Bradley nodded, glanced at Woodrow who was slumped on the ground, turned to look at the family members of the miners and said, "The Gray Temple handles the case with absolute justice, and now we want to question you Transcript, every word you say will become evidence in court, so you must be responsible for what you say. We will never wrong any good person, and we will never let a bad person go, please believe us."
The family members of the miners looked at Bradley with hesitation on their faces.
"I'm Ebenezer. I'm thirteen years old. Four years ago, my father and mother died in a mine accident, leaving me and my two-year-old sister..." The boy was the first to stand up and looked at Brand. Lee said.
The scene was very quiet, only the young boy's childish voice was interrupted by sobs several times.
The expressions on everyone's faces became angry. They looked at the boy with pity, but when they fell on the people standing behind him, there was a trace of intolerance and fear.
"I think she's still looking at me, asking me to take her to catch butterflies..." The boy raised his head, looked at a small butterfly flying above his head, hesitated, and stretched out his hand.
The butterfly danced around him for a few times, stopped on his fingertips for a while, then flapped its wings and flew away, flying towards the sky, flying, flying...
"Son, don't worry, your sister won't die in vain." Bradley clenched his fists, trying to keep his voice calm, and nodded slightly: "Next."
"I'm Harold, sixty-five years old, my son four years ago..." An old man came out and began to tell his story.
Stories that make people lament and anger come out of their mouths are like punches hitting everyone's hearts, making people suffocated.
"They're lying! They're..." Woodrow was getting paler and struggling to stand up.
"Shut up!" Bradley said coldly, with a serious expression on his face: "Take him and all the guards of the patrol house back to Basti Prison, deal with the scene, properly arrange the family members of the miners, and then summon them one by one to record all crimes Censorship, give them justice!"
"yes!"
Everyone in the Gray Temple responded in unison, took out ropes and tied Woodrow directly, and the soldiers in the patrol house were also confiscated and huddled together with their heads bowed.
"What an idiot!" Dix also clenched his fists angrily.
"He killed my nephew, and he also killed a lot of people. Didn't your Gray Temple say that no bad guy would be spared? Then arrest him too!" Woodrow was tied up immobile, looking at Mai Greg roared.
"Whether Mr. McGonagall killed your nephew remains to be investigated, but in the face of such a vicious villain, if he really died at the hands of Mr. McGonagall, then he is a brave hero who fights against violence, and he deserves awards and applause. It's like sending you to prison." Bradley looked at Woodrow and said seriously.
"Mr. McGonagall, why are you here?" Dix said unexpectedly when he noticed Mag.
"Master Dix, I didn't expect to meet again so soon." Mag was also a little surprised, a little helpless: "I brought Amy to invite her little friends to the party, but just happened to meet bullies who bullied them and tried to Occupy the little girl, and then there will be this matter."
"For this incident, the City Lord's Mansion expresses its regret, and also thanks Mr. McGonagall for protecting the safety of the civilians and uncovering this darkness. We will definitely investigate to the end and not let any bad guy go." Dix looked at McGonagall. Ge solemnly said.
"I hope so. The City Lord's Mansion should reflect on it. If the law is handed over to an individual, his existence will be meaningless." Mag looked into Dix's eyes and said equally seriously.
"I will convey this to the Santo." Dix nodded.
"This...how is it possible... isn't he just the owner of a restaurant?" Woodrow collapsed in the hands of the two Gray Temple guards, and was carried away directly.