"Perfect wording." The chief's voice sounded in the court: "That is really not a reason for conviction."
Naren stared down at the floor under his feet, and his eyelashes covered the light of success in his eyes: Yes, this innocent disaster should have ended long ago. He was innocent in the first place, so far, he hadn't even touched the edge of the scepter, he just touched a few stomachs of gold-eating insects.
"...But it is not the basis for exoneration."
Naren raised his head sharply. What's the meaning
The old man stared straight at Naren, and the words he spoke carried weight.
He pinpointed Nalen's weakness: "All along, you've been denying the crimes with rebuttals, but you've never talked about where you were and what you were doing when those crimes happened."
Nalen's pupils shrank, and soon realized that something was wrong.
When a person is told "he did a certain thing at a certain time" for no reason, his first reaction should be to recall "what he was really doing at that time", rather than "did you say that?" evidence, is false" to refute.
The old man added: "Even if all your rebuttals are true, everything is a coincidence, and even this trial is innocent..." He made a comprehensive summary of Nalen's previous rebuttal, saying: "But Some things cannot be avoided.”
Nalen pursed his lips that were a little dry due to talking too much, and realized the fact that the chief's attitude never wavered, and he remained sober throughout his seemingly reasonable rebuttals.
Naren is well aware of his weaknesses, and at this moment, what he has been "avoiding to talk about" is being asked to be made public.
How can this be
He was in Sayers' bed the day the scepter was stolen.
The figure on Longton Street was indeed himself.
Even the secret talk with Lanchong was because he was so suspicious that he was "renowned as the insect star".
…
These are holes that need to be filled with lies.
The chief said: "Words can't prove anything, and the trial still needs to discuss the facts."
As he spoke, he took out a pair of glasses with gold wire frames from his pocket, and began to flip through a certain document at hand.
"On the day of the princess dinner, you were walking in the courtyard and came across Mr. Bonnard having a tryst with his lover, but Mr. Bonnard denied it."
This is Naren's confession in the first wave of cross-examination.
The chief said: "Perhaps you should communicate with him first."
Nalen said: "For a man who has a unique reputation, framing him is worse than framing other notorious people."
The chief nodded—it was true, and Bonnard's denial was full of flaws, but: "He claims you pulled him out just to cover up your own scandal."
Naren narrowed his eyes, seemingly in deep thought.
While talking, Bonnar was brought into the trial court with a dark face, and when the corner of his eye passed Nalen, a dark fire burst out faintly.
Before that, he had tried his best to maintain his reputation of loving his wife. She was a beautiful and obedient woman with a strong family background. He didn't want to have any unpleasantness with her. But now... the moment he was summoned to court, he dared not look at his wife's shocked and injured face.
"I witnessed the footage of the Prince leaving a certain room."
Bonnard's tone was cold.
"At that time, I just wanted to go to the lounge to take a nap. After seeing him, I turned to the courtyard. I met a certain lady who accidentally sprained her foot. Out of good intentions, I helped her to sit on the bench. Unexpectedly, someone Misunderstood."
He turned his head to look at Nalen, and said word by word: "His Royal Highness should be going to the back door of the house, right? But the direction of the courtyard is exactly the opposite. Did you change the direction halfway?"
When he heard the first sentence, Naren's heart was suspended, but he calmed down when he heard Bonnard's questioning.
The two looked at each other from a short distance away, and both saw their own shadows in each other—there was a secret that was desperately concealed.
Naren suddenly felt a little regretful about bringing up this incident.
He did not expect to be spotted as he slipped out of the room, and it happened to be Bonnard. If the other party looked into the room out of curiosity, he would be able to see a certain Marshal who was disheveled and asleep.
But... Naren secretly looked at Bonnard, guessing that he probably didn't do this.
Bonnard was supposed to be planning to find a room with his lover to bond with him, but bumped into Naren by accident, so he diverted to a remote courtyard.
Hearing this, the young judge frowned: "Who else was in the room at that time?"
There was commotion in the trial court, and someone in the auditorium screamed.
"It's the Marshal!"
Nalen's face froze: "..."
How the hell did they know? !
"Ah, it's really the marshal!"
Naren: "..."
He turned to look at the auditorium behind him, wanting to see who had told the truth, but found that most of the people were all looking in the same direction.
Sells arrived at the trial seat at some point, and found a remote corner to sit and listen.
Naren: "..."
"Observation Discipline" is almost unable to suppress the excited crowd.
Sells glanced at them indifferently and made a "boo" gesture.
The well-behaved people immediately sat upright, and there was a silence in the court, which was more final than the judge's gavel—except for Princess Sasha. She lifted the hem of her skirt and took small steps to sit beside Sells.
Sells: "…"
Everyone: "..."
Although separated by a certain distance, Naren caught Yu Zu from Seers's unchanged face.
After Nalen adjusted his expression, he looked back at the judges on the trial bench.
"I'm drunk." He quickly thought of his words: "I felt unwell after being drunk, so I went to the room to rest for a while, but in a strange environment, it was difficult for me to really rest, so I thought about it and went to the courtyard to blow It's windy for a while."
"Then you caught me having an affair with someone else?" Bonnard said coolly, "When it comes to having an affair, I think His Royal Highness is more suitable, because your clothes were disheveled and your expression was in a hurry. It was hard not to make people think too much."
Nalen sneered: "It's not strange to take off your coat during a break. On the contrary, it's more suspicious for a married person to get entangled with a single lady."
Bonnard: "You..."
The chief stopped the two from fighting each other.
One of the two said they saw each other meeting in private, and the other said they found the other party acting suspiciously, someone was always lying. But today's point is not to argue about this, but to pry open Naren Shalvui's mouth.
He asked: "On Longton Street, the gold eater was rescued, where were you at that time?"
The gray-green eyes flickered for a moment, and the corner of the eye unconsciously aimed at the direction of Sells.
Nalen told the truth: "I'm also in Longton Street."
The people in the auditorium began to discuss in low voices. But the judges have given up on it.
"So that's you in the picture?" one of them asked.
Naren glanced at him: "Of course not."
The judge was choked and dissatisfied: "But you admit that you are on Langton Street!"
Naren nodded: "Yes. I made an appointment with someone that day and stayed with him the whole time. Even though I'm on Langton Street, it doesn't mean I'm a plunderer... I can't do two things at the same time."
The young judge had an indifferent expression of "oh, it's a coincidence again" on his face.
Even the audience, who were captured by Nalen's aura at the beginning and vaguely thought that he would not be a suspect, began to waver.
There can be so many coincidences in the world? Too many coincidences are inevitable.
If Prince Chalvet happened to be involved in the same thing several times, it would be hard to believe that he was innocent, even if he was not treasonous.
The chief squinted and asked, "Who is he?"
Naren turned, green eyes quickly aimed at someone, and called his name.
"Sells Mount."
As soon as the name was uttered, the eyes of the audience shifted to the name himself—
The marshal who was named showed a gentle smile and nodded towards the trial seat.
"Well, I can testify."
Everyone: "..."
Naren nodded in satisfaction, and his thoughts became extremely clear for a moment. He said that he went to the shopping mall to spend once that day, and there should be a consumption record at the place where the appointment is made. These things can be used as evidence...
"Consumption?" A judge was curious, "What did you consume?"
"Oh, a man's watch," said Nalen.
Not far away, Sells rolled up his cuffs cooperatively, revealing the metal watch on his wrist.
Everyone: "..."
Is it a political enemy that has always been at odds
Is this the relationship between political enemies
At that time, Naren turned his back to the public gallery and didn't notice his movements. He only heard a buzzing sound from behind, and turned his head just in time to meet the sight Sels cast towards him—the marshal was sitting upright, with his left hand resting leisurely on his shoulders. Right wrist.
The discussion in the auditorium suddenly stopped the moment he turned his head.
—It doesn't look like anything unusual.
Nalen: "???"
He turned his head, suppressed the suspicion in his heart, and planned to continue to prove his innocence.
The chief stopped him from eloquently, and wrote down a few notes in his notebook, obviously intending to put him on the waiting list.
"On the day of the hunting festival, you were found to have had a secret conversation with Lanchong near Crescent Moon Lake for a long time." The chief continued to ask, "There are few people there, how did you get there?"
Crescent Lake
Some people in the auditorium fell into a momentary confusion, and after a while, they realized that they were all excited!
Top attractions in the country! The legendary mysterious realm
Who would choose such a holy lover to discuss treason? !
That would be inconsistent with the style of painting! ! !
Countless people have countless crescent lakes in their hearts. But there is no doubt that it is mysterious and elegant, full of feelings, with beautiful meaning and moving scenery.
The people who eat melons really can't imagine that in such a legendary scenic spot, there will be people discussing important matters in a terrible way.
Shouldn't it be like this and that and that and that
Nalen frowned: "Someone took me there."
Out of the corner of his eye, he drifted to the direction of Sells behind him again.
The chief asked: "Who?"
—So, the name of Selce Mount popped out of the prince's mouth again.
Everyone: "..."