"That's it, hahaha! I'm finally able to get out of this hellish place!"

The old man who was squatting on the ground stood up, looked at the small piece of formation in front of him that was already extremely weak, and danced excitedly.

He glanced at the shackles on his feet, the magic energy in his body was working, and his feet were slightly forced, and the shackles broke off and scattered on the ground.

"Lao Tzu has a lot of free time, and he can't crack such a broken thing as you? I don't know how to improve it for decades. ”

He smiled disdainfully, and then suddenly his expression became a little regretful: "Ah, it's a pity for that new young man, the aura of his flesh and soul is really intoxicating·········"

"Found it!"

"Oh no, he's going to run away!"

The old man looked back in amazement, and then saw several priests of the Inquisition Priest rushing towards him viciously, exuding powerful fluctuations of magical energy from their bodies.

"What's going on?"

His face was full of disbelief, and he couldn't figure out why he was suddenly exposed, was it just to numb himself before?

The old man turned his head suddenly, violently attacking the formation in that place.

"Break it!" the old man's face was full of anxiety and madness.

The formation here is indeed on the verge of collapse, and it can be broken with just a little more time, and it will not trigger the alarm of the entire large array.

However, the priests of the Inquisition Division had already arrived in front of the old man, and the control magician quickly cast a magic spell to control him.

"Just almost! Damn, no!"

The old man roared angrily, and with his ugly appearance, he looked extremely hideous.

"That kid didn't lie, it seems that he was the one who killed just now. A priest said.

The other nodded, then looked at the old man's feet and frowned: "This guy actually broke free from the shackles." ”

The old man stopped growling, and he felt as if something was wrong.

"Wait, what killing?"

"Don't you know what you did? Don't talk nonsense, take it away!"

The priests of the Inquisition ignored her and escorted him away.

—

Interrogation room.

"Are you sure it's this man?"

The interrogator with curly brown hair pushed a delicate portrait across the table.

The old and cunning face in the portrait was the neighbor across from the cell, but had now been transferred to a more heavily guarded cell.

"Yes, that's right, it's him. ”

Fox carefully examined the portrait, swearing to confirm it, but on the other hand, an extremely strange expression appeared on his face.

The gods testified that he really only told the appearance of the perverted old man in a hurry, originally just to confuse the line of sight and delay time, because the old man who seemed to have an abnormal brain staring at him was really disgusting, so he unconsciously thought of trapping him.

He really didn't know that the other party was escaping from prison at the time! And even the shackles that sealed the magic energy were opened by him by some unknown method, and the basin on his head couldn't be taken off.

Nexus had the urge to cover his face with his hands, and the other party's decades-long plan was about to escape from prison, but he was sabotaged by himself, and a huge black cauldron was buckled on his head.

It's all fate········

"Did the other party want to kill you at the time?"

"Yes!" Kerr looked affirmative, with a hint of hatred: "He came to take my life in the first place, I don't know why he did this, but fortunately, the jailer brother stepped forward and bought me time to call for help, I am really grateful to him········"

The interrogator pondered for a moment, then stood up and calmly instructed the man next to him, "Come here first, and take him back········

—

After this assassination, Kers was also replaced, and there was no iron bar, but instead an impermeable iron wall, which made people feel indescribably oppressive.

For the reasons given by the Trial Division, this is to ensure his safety during trial, as the cell is more secure.

But Fox just smiled, he knew very well in his heart that the other party's suspicion of him had not been completely eliminated, so transferring him here must have the intention of protecting him, but on the other hand, it was also to strengthen the surveillance and supervision of him.

In the cell, Thermoe held his right index finger, and although he could not touch it physically, he could clearly feel the presence of the Secret Ring.

Thanks to it this time········

Thankfully, the Ring of Concealment had helped him eliminate the fluctuations in his magical energy, and his shackles were properly worn, so he was lucky enough to get past them.

The Ring of Concealment's aura removal function is even more powerful than expected, allowing the user to eliminate all breaths, as well as individual spells, health fluctuations, or sounds.

But if the other party examines his body closely, they will find that the chain of seals in his body has disappeared without a trace.

In fact, at that time, Quex was ready to do it at any time, although he was not sure at all.

The existence of the purple room in the palace allowed Kerry to cast magical energy without having to absorb magical energy from the outside world, and he had an infinite amount of magical energy in his body.

"But what next········

Kerks's brows furrowed, although he killed the assassins sent by the Cisse family, he was still in prison, and even the Inquisitor's defense of himself was tighter than before, and what worried him the most was that maybe the other party would really use some means against his family...

"Hey, isn't there anything you can do to get me out?"

Entering the palace, Nexus couldn't help but say to Ariskod.

"Nope. ”

Ariskode replied slowly, "I have said a long time ago, I am not in a position to provide practical help, everything is up to you. ”

Nexus sighed, and simply cultivated in the purple room, instead of worrying about it pointlessly here, it was better to improve his strength as much as possible.

But before the day was up, his cultivation was interrupted.

Click.

The door to the cell was opened.

The cell was illuminated by outside light, and at the same time, a completely unexpected figure appeared in front of him.

"How could it be you?"

Kerry's expression was extremely shocked, and he couldn't help blurting out.

—

Two days after the assassination, Kerrs finally had his own public trial.

A public trial is a method of trying criminals who are highly controversial and who have committed serious crimes such as treason.

Regardless of whether or not Kox's case is extremely controversial, he deserves a public trial just because of his status as a necromantic magician.

The venue of the trial was set in the city of Bakool, and it is not known what it represents.

In the downtown area of the city of Bakool, in front of the Akatsuki Temple, on a huge square.

Although it was early in the morning, it was crowded.

Countless people crowded towards the front of the square, and the heavily armed soldiers tried their best to guard the order of the scene, but they kept retreating under the surging crowd.

After all, there are not many public trials, and there are only a handful of opportunities for the citizens of Bakr to see such excitement.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

The crowd didn't know who exclaimed.

In the distance, a sealed iron cart drove slowly, accompanied by a group of heavily armed soldiers.

Inside the iron car, the guards who escorted Quex talked about the lack of nutritional content, with a bad joke or two from time to time.

With shackles on his hands and feet, his face was calm, and he was ready to accept what was going to happen long before he entered the palace and opened the black books on the battlefield. Of course, he didn't plan to sit back, and what worried him the most was not his fate, but his relatives.

The crowd rushed forward and crowded beside the carriage to see the true face of the protagonist in this trial.

"Idle people wait to retreat!"

The soldier next to the carriage scolded.

The iron door was opened, and someone stepped down from it.

The crowd in front of him couldn't help but start backing away, and it was only then that they remembered that the prisoner's identity was a necromancer, synonymous with fear and calamity.

There was a hint of fear in their eyes, and at the same time there was some excitement, what kind of person would the other party be?

A gloomy old man, or a burly man?

No, as the crowd waited with bated breath, a boy no more than sixteen or seventeen years old was escorted out of the carriage.

It turned out to be a child? Many people's eyes became a little stunned.

Fox raised his head and glanced at the bustling crowd, his face was not depressed, unwilling, and fearful, but with a hint of unknown smile: "So many people, it's really not a loss······ But with my words alone, I won't need such a big battle, right?"

Fox knew in his heart that this public trial was not just a trial for himself, but a game between the inquisition division and the nobles, as for whether he was guilty or not, did it matter?

Glancing at the tall statue of Lord Akatsuki in the center of the square, he was handsome, tall and mighty, holding a canon in his hand, and with a mysterious smile on his face, as if mocking.

—

Escorted by the guards, Fox passed through the open gate and through the corridor into the judgment chamber that had been prepared for him.

Although it was said to be a public trial, it could never have really been held in front of a large court, and the temple could not accommodate so many civilians, so only some people were allowed to enter the hall.

The gate was kept open and not closed, and the rest of the people looked stopped by the knights, and they could only look at the judgment seat from afar.

In the silence, Fox sat down in his own dock, and the audience was full, and even the aisles were full of civilians watching the excitement.

Fox looked at the audience, his gaze frozen for a moment as he scanned, then looked away again.

He couldn't help but let out a slight sigh.

He's still here······

On the high ground directly opposite him, he was surrounded by thirteen seats in a semicircle, twelve of which housed jurors, and the most central seat was a judge with a dignified face.

Some of the thirteen men wore judges' robes, some wore luxurious costumes, some wore plain linen clothes, and some wore military uniforms.

They looked down at Kerks, as if the eyes of God were cast on the earth, announcing the verdict on the prisoner.

Forgiveness or destruction?