"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 sword-scarred youth: "If I remember well, we investigated this earlier. When the suspect named 'Du Dian', he was just a newcomer hunter who joined the Mellon Consortium three years ago, and he was a scavenger at first, and he got a magic mark from outside the wall by accident, and then he was promoted to a hunter."
"Yes, he was only a junior hunter at the time."
"Is there a way for 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 all shit, I don't think it's possible."
"Such an obvious framing has actually passed the judgment!" Timothy's face was gloomy. "If this deacon named Hollett hadn't died, I don't know how many dirty things he was involved in."
The young man with a sword scar sighed: "No one can resist the temptation of wealth. Priests and deacons are human beings after all, and they also have families, children, wives, and he himself loves to gamble. few."
"Anyway, a mistake is a mistake, and any reason is an excuse!" Timothy snorted coldly, and said, "Such an obvious framing can be passed, and some systems in our court are also contradictory. One case is handed over to one person. There are always going to be problems.”
The sword-scarred youth glanced at her and said with a wry smile, "It's better not to talk about it outside. It is precisely because of the infiltration of nobles that we punishers will stay in the inner wall area."
"The inner wall area is even more complicated than here." Timothy frowned and continued to read the following two cases without saying anything.
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The Milan family, in the hall.
With a bang, Alex threw the teacup on the ground, and a cup of high-quality strong tea worth tens of silver coins fell on the ground, soaking the red carpet. He looked at Abel angrily, and said, "No way? You and I said no way? This is your son!"
Abel's face was gloomy, and he said: "I have already contacted the Mel family and the Bron family, and they have used the resources of the consortium to contact the high-level officials in the Ter Street Trial Office, but none of them responded. This time, the deacon-level people involved No one can intervene in the assassination case, and the public opinion guided by other consortium newspapers puts too much pressure on them, especially the Scott consortium!"
Having said that, he clenched his fingers into fists, "The other consortiums are just putting pressure on them. They directly believe that Vikander is the murderer, and they have released all the evidence collected in the court. Now, if there is no sufficient evidence to prove that Xiao Wei is not guilty, they will not release him."
Alex pounded his cane on the ground and roared, "Don't tell me any evidence, what I want is for my grandson to come out with a lot of hair!"
Abel's face twitched slightly, and he said, "I'll contact the court again." After finishing speaking, he turned his head and left without paying his farewell ceremony.
Several other middle-aged people and the noble lady in the hall looked at each other, and one of them stepped forward and said, "Father, don't worry too much, your body is in a hurry, Xiaowei has been honest since he was a child, and It's a knight, and I believe he would never do such a reckless act."
Alex glared, and said: "You don't need to say that? Even if he did it, so what? A deacon, if he dies, he dies. They can just find someone to take the blame in the trial office. Do you have to be so serious?"
The middle-aged man choked slightly, smiled wryly in his heart, and said no more.
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Two days passed quickly.
Seven thirty-five in the morning, the weather is cloudy.
In the urban area shrouded in gray lead-gray radiation clouds, a carriage slowly drove in and stopped in front of the trial court on Ter Street. Two figures alighted from the carriage, namely Du Dian and Fulin.
Although Du Dian refused, Flynn still insisted on following, and came forward as a bailman. He was also an old nobleman, which could somewhat increase the success rate of Du Dian's appeal.
For his kindness, Du Dian could only appreciate his kindness, jumped out of the carriage first, helped Fulin's old body out of the car, helped him up the steps, and came to the court.
"There are two cases in the sentencing court today. After the first one is dealt with, it will be your turn." An official priest who came to greet Du Dian and the two said, and brought Du Dian and the two to the sentencing court.
The judgment court is extremely spacious, like an old 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, they belong to the Green Consortium." Flynn and Du Dian chose to sit in the middle of a row with few people, and introduced the origins of these people to Du Dian.
Du Dian secretly admired Fulin's eyesight. He seemed to be old. He had lived in Ryan Castle for a long time. He didn't expect to be so familiar with the news agencies of various external consortiums, so he secretly remembered it.
After a while, there was a commotion at the entrance outside.
Du Dian and Fulin turned their heads to look, and suddenly their expressions changed slightly. They saw a group of six or seven people coming, the leader was an old man, followed by a gentlemanly dressed middle-aged man with a straight temperament, his face was gloomy, The other people behind him also had silent expressions.
"His name is Alex, and he is the old patriarch of the Milan family." Flynn whispered.
Du Dian smiled slightly, "I know."
Fulin 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 Dian said.
"Indeed, that little guy lacks tempering, and he has won the favor of the old patriarch. He is surrounded by flattery and compliments, so it is inevitable that he will float." Flynn nodded.
At this time, Alex, Abel and the others also found a place to sit, and they sat in the front row of the judgment court.
"Behind are the high-level managers of the Mel family and the Bron family, and several other families." Flynn introduced in a low voice.
Du Dian nodded, it is really impossible for the Mel and Bron families to come and plunge 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 in pure white silk robes with gold thread inlaid lace came to sit on the court, all of them were older. After they announced the trial, a judge knight escorted a figure into the verdict soon. It was Vikander.
I haven't seen him in just two days, Vikander already has a somewhat decadent air, his stubble grows fast, and he looks a little sloppy, his hair is not as shiny as usual, and it's a little scribbled.