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You take a deep breath, finalize the logic of the debate in your chest, sort it out, check it, and after confirming that it is correct, you say it loudly and loudly with an attitude that is neither humble nor arrogant:

This matter has nothing to do with me, because......

Boom!

The wooden hammer falls, interrupting your speech.

The son of the marquis frowned and roared: "Presumptuous! How dare you say "It has nothing to do with you"? If what the adventurer does has nothing to do with you, what is the use of you as the president?

opportunity

It doesn't give you a chance to defend yourself at all.

"I know what the grown-ups are trying to say, hehe. "It's the market's fault, isn't it?" the fake Viscount of Polz laughed, "It's the market's fault, and I'll clarify—we just happened to capture a troll, and we didn't let it go into town." As we all know, trolls are tenacious and extremely difficult to kill, and the market guards are not the so-called professionals such as adventurers, so they have no choice but to escort the monster back and dispose of it separately. Excuse me, is that also a sin?"

The captain of the guard realized that he was asking himself, and immediately sighed: "The market has the right to temporarily detain convicted criminals, dangerous subraces, or monsters, and hand them over to the guards or related agencies within three days. We ......"

After a pause,

"There is no evidence that the market is guilty in this regard. It is a legal and compliant behavior. ”

On the other side, the parliamentarian did not want to speak.

Knock knock!

Knocked on the wooden hammer.

The son of the Marquis said in a steely voice: "The Adventurer's Guild Leader's charge of 'improper management and restraint' is established! The second crime! "Deliberately seeking trouble!"

On the afternoon of the 19th, the president of the Adventurers' Guild led a team of adventurers and carefully selected staff members who threatened with force to deliberately cause trouble in the market under the pretext of participating in the "Poseidon Festival" celebration. As a result, the market guards were slightly and seriously injured 12 people, and the whereabouts of the peripheral employees were unknown, causing panic among the tourists from other places, squeezing and stampeding 9 people were injured to varying degrees, and the direct and indirect economic losses were 270 gold, destroying the reservoir and stealing a little girl's ice cream, which had a terrible impact, smuggling sea salt, affecting the order of the talent market and the tavern, these small crimes were because of the viscount's generosity, forget it. What do you have to say about that?"

...... Stealing ice cream? How dare you frame you and defile a pig?

You were about to open your mouth when the wooden hammer fell.

"Okay, I know you're ashamed and have nothing to say, so you can only shout "Ahhh "The son of the Marquis takes his eyes off you.

Fall on someone else.

The fake Viscount of Polz submitted several rosters in court, which stated that the market guards who were injured by you on the afternoon of the 19th, as well as some of the members of the underworld forces who were famous on the table. Reversing black and white, your legitimate defense has become a deliberate crime, and the underworld forces have instead become peripheral employees who eat official meals.

The captain of the guard didn't have anything to say, he knew best what the identities of those nominal peripheral employees were, but it was not a day's work that all the identities were washed clean by Viscount Polz. It was a celebration, and the market was guarded inside and out, and half of the guards couldn't enter, which meant that there were no witnesses.

"The information is consistent with the investigation conducted by the Council Office. The councillor's eyes wandered to the horizon.

Years of caution and hard work have patched up countless handles and hidden dangers, if Viscount Polz was pulled off the horse so easily, how could he wait until today?

"The evidence is overwhelming, and the evidence is conclusive. The son of the Marquis raised his gavel before asking, "Can you plead guilty?"

......

A sense of futility arises......

How are you going to defend yourself?

A, it has nothing to do with me

B, as a last resort

C, yes and how

D, bow your head and be silent