"Buton?"

Kerkes' expression was stunned.

Buton paused slightly, but instead of responding, he walked straight to the bench and bowed slightly to the judge.

"Below is another witness, who was a teammate of the prisoner when he was in the 5th Division of the Akatsuki Army. ”

Briton lifted himself up, his body turned slightly, usually facing the dock and half facing the judgment seat.

"Tell everyone who you are. ”

"I'm Buton, a soldier of the Fifth Division of the Akatsuki Army, and I was in the same squad as Kers before. I have come today to testify against him. ”

"What do you know about the prisoner?" Herb asked.

"Nexus once inadvertently revealed in his sleep that he joined the Akatsuki Legion in order to become the top of the army, and then provoke wars, subvert the empire, plunge the empire into turmoil, and make the necromantic magician who is now hiding in the shadows become the ruler of this world.

I saved him on the battlefield, after which he told me about his plans and invited me to join him. ”

"Your testimony will be an important basis for the verdict, can you swear that what you say is true?"

"Yes, what I say is true. Buton said firmly, but anyone who looked closely could see that his hand was trembling slightly.

"Very well, then the defendant ··········"

"Buton!"

Nex's voice rang out suddenly.

Hoarse and harsh, as if steel had been torn, and at the same time with utter anger, he stood up, leaned forward, and stared at him intensely.

Budon took a step back and lowered his head.

The guard next to him stepped up to prevent him from making any drastic moves, and Judge Herb once again struck the gavel in his hand: "Caution to the defendant!"

"Get out!"

Kerry looked at the guards who stepped forward, his eyes revealing an eerie murderous intent, and sat back in the dock.

The guard's face changed, but he still retreated, because just now, the other party made him feel extremely dangerous, his hair stood up uncontrollably, and his instinct told him:

Don't come closer!

But he was obviously a prisoner in bondage, why did he still feel this way?

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Kerry sat in the dock, closed his eyes for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, his expression had regained his calm, but all could feel the almost irrepressible anger in his body.

As his state calmed down and his emotions gradually calmed down, he began to understand that Buton's accusations against him were definitely not out of his own will.

He must have been coerced by others, and Ecks' knowledge of him allowed him to make such an action, and the threat from the other party was definitely not only against Buton himself, but also most likely even his relatives.

This is what really makes Quex the angriest, although they haven't been together for long, but the other party has saved his name, and he has already regarded Buton as his true friend.

He is not afraid to do anything to himself, but he hates people who dare to hurt those around him, and uses his friends and relatives to coerce him.

"So, does the defendant have any excuses?"

Fox didn't say anything, seemingly distracted.

Herb struck the gavel: "What else do the prisoners want..."

"Shut up. ”

Fox closed his eyes again, his face a little tired, as if he was a little tired.

Herb's face turned red, he had never seen such an arrogant prisoner in his many years of trial career!

"Since the prisoner has no objection, then the next step will be a jury vote and the judge will make the final judgment!"

A clerk next to him hurriedly stepped forward and said loudly.

The judge took a deep breath, nodded, and looked at the judge door next to him: "Everyone, let's get started, make your decision, the red sign represents guilty, and the white sign represents innocence." ”

The plump middle-aged man in a gorgeous robe was the first to speak, holding up a red sign.

"I think the facts are conclusive, the prisoner is guilty as an evil necromantic magician!"

"Guilty!"

The man in the red coat also held up a red sign.

"Guilty!"

"Guilty!"

·······

The judges from noble backgrounds all raised the red signs in their hands, to them, Kers was just an insignificant bug, but it was this bug that inadvertently pushed the temple and the emperor to suppress the nobility.

Such an eye-catching insect is, of course, crushed to death with one kick.

Most of the people in the Inquisition Division held up the red card, after all, it was their Inquisitor's job to clean up the Necromantic Division, and since the Dark Ages, there were countless Necromantic Magicians who had died at the hands of the Inquisition Division and the Division, and in normal times, there was no need for even conclusive evidence for the Temple Inquisition Division to conduct trials and executions.

But the gray-haired old man from the temple held up a white sign and said, "I think the defendant is not guilty!"

The civilians in the audience were in an uproar.

The jurors next to him, representing the Trial Division, had ugly faces on their faces, and they said to the white-haired old man, "You have to think clearly, there are so many civilians watching outside······

"Oh, you know, so you just keep your eyes open and tell nonsense?" the old man snapped his eyes.

"Hmph, you'll have to bear the consequences. ”

The persuasion was fruitless, and their faces were a little ugly.

"Then don't bother. ”

On the other hand, the military representatives all gave up their voting rights, and abstention is indeed a delicate option, and it is difficult to guess the true intentions.

It can represent the military's dissatisfaction with the trial, believing that the trial is completely meaningless, so the vote is naturally meaningless, or it can represent that the military wants to stay out of the matter through this method and does not want to get involved in this game.

.........

The end result is obvious, a white brand mixed with a red brand is particularly eye-catching.

Oh, and there was one representative of the civilian population among the jurors who didn't make a decision.

This civilian juror was randomly selected from the people who came to the scene, and from the beginning of the trial, he looked excitedly around the trial seat, not expecting that he would one day be able to sit with so many big people to participate in the trial, and then probably felt that he was acting too much like a dirt bun, so he imitated the style of other jurors, made a straight look, and looked serious, feeling as if he had become a big man.

However, he did not hear what was said during the trial, so he seemed a little at a loss when it came to voting, but when he saw that the vast majority of people raised the red sign in their hands, he eventually learned to hold up a red sign.