There are several high platforms in the city of Moccarben, most of these platforms are built in the bustling center, each of which is more than ten meters long and more than 1 meter high, and the coconut-shaped canopy is fastened on it to form a simple shelter from the rain, and a table and eight chairs are placed on the platform all year round, constituting a place for interrogating suspects, which is the famous fortress of Mocarben City, where anyone who commits a crime or is suspected must come to be tried.

Below the beacon is the prison, called 'redemption', the guilty prisoners will be imprisoned in waiting for the redemption of time, in the city of Moca Ben crime is despised by everyone, so people here rarely commit crimes, sometimes not a few things in a month.

There are a total of 12 large and small beacons in the city, of which the big four are located in the east, south, west and north directions, and each beacon stands on a totem which is a dragon, an elf, a star and a feather. The eight small beacons are located in the eight directions of Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui, and Shen, and the totems listed above are also more common are horses, cows, snakes, chickens, pigs, birds, dogs, and sheep. At every interrogation, the one-meter-high platform is full of people, and under the hearing of the Waithi people, the prisoner will get the verdict he deserves, which is the platform of justice in people's hearts.

But Moore first went to prison, and it didn't take long for him to be taken to the beacon, a team of six soldiers followed him, one of them handed the torch to Kemoor, and the prisoner went to the beacon to light the torch, the flame represents justice, transmits positive energy, and it is believed that under the supervision of the flame, the prisoner will get the verdict he deserves.

But Moore held the torch and raised his hands above his head, reverently and silently, and lit the torches in the four corners under the leadership of the soldiers.

When he came to the middle of the platform and stood still, a bench leaned in front of the totem, and on the chair a person dressed as a viscount was lying on it, who looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old, condescendingly, eating the grapes on the table, and did not look at Kemoore directly. Two silver knights stood beside the viscount, staring blankly at Comoore's every move.

When the sun rose overhead, the viscount in the hall sat up and opened his mouth: "Who is in the audience, why don't you salute?"

Before Ke Moore could speak, a silver knight next to him leaned into the viscount's ear and said, "He is a painter, so he doesn't need to kneel." ”

The viscount learned that the person in the audience was the painter and quickly straightened up, and the painter was highly respected in the empire: "Ahem, oh! It turned out to be the painter, what were you doing in Knight Karl's manor this morning?"

But Moore had already figured out how to answer on the way here: "Carl is my rival, he robbed my woman, I went to talk to him, I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen!"

As soon as the viscount heard this, he somehow suddenly came to his senses: "I heard that Karl's girlfriend's name is Hailan Eforest, who is in charge of the ordnance facilities of Mokabener City, she is very famous in the city, everyone calls her 'Yaksha', she is very fierce, why do you still like her, Master Painter?"

But Moore: "The Viscount is so fond of inquiring about private matters?"

Viscount: "Ahem, Master Painter, since I ask you something, you have to answer honestly, it will be of great help to restore your innocence, you look at so many people around you watching, you also lit the torch, what else is there to hide." ”

But after thinking about it, Morse simply lied to the end: "Yes, that's right, I'm like the sea blue forest." ”

The viscount was a little incredulous: "Are you sure that Hailan is the person you like?"

But Moore nodded: "Yes, that's right, Karl's Shell Mogand is my rival." ”

The viscount frowned: "What did you say?"

But Moore: "yes, that's right. ”

The viscount shook his head again and again: "No, not the previous sentence." ”

Kmoore: "Carl is my rival. ”

Viscount: "It's not this one, the last one, the last one." ”

Kmoore: "It's all to blame on that Shell Mogand." ”

When the viscount heard this, he was overjoyed: "Yes, that's it, Helmogande, you are from the elven clan! No wonder I feel that something is wrong, seeing that you are dressed in a different way, and you walk like you are floating in the wind, are you really an elf?"

"Aang. But Moore replied a little nonchalantly.

The viscount walked down from the chair with the grapes, and it looked like he was only about one meter six tall before reaching Kemoore's chest: "Elven painters, there are not many painters in the city, except for Sophia." You are ......"

But Moore snatched the words: "That's right, I'm Kemoore!"

Viscount became excited: "There is a saying in the city that if you want to see the world clearly, then go to Komoore, he knows everything in this world. You're talking about you?"

The Viscount looked up, left and right, just like looking at animals in a zoo: "Don't people say that you are in your fifties, why are you still so young, how do you maintain me?"

The viscount scratched his head and became curious: "Hehe, are you elves so good-looking?"

"Do you really know the world?"

But Moore said that this child is simply a hundred thousand whys.

The Viscount hung on Comore's body: "Tell me about what's interesting in the outside world." ”

But Moore looked at this little man who had only reached his chest, and it was too unreliable for such a young child to be a judge, so he reminded: "You are still interrogating me!"

The viscount straightened his clothes: "Ahem! After investigation, the painter is Lord Kemoore, but it is impossible for Lord Moore to do such a thing, and now he is acquitted." ”

But Moore stared in disbelief: "No, you're too childish like this." ”

The civilians under the stage discussed:

"He's Commore. ”

"So young!"

"No wonder it doesn't look like we do. ”

"You don't know, he's probably hundreds of years old. ”

"I'm just over 100 years old. ”

"Pull it down, isn't the Viscount only fifty years old when he didn't say it just now?"

"No, it's more than a hundred years old. ”

The viscount on the stage looked up at Kemoore: "How about making a friend?"

But Moore turned around and left, waving his hand as he left. "Thank you."

The viscount shouted, "Hey, wait. I've helped you."

The viscount ran over and grabbed Kemoore's hand and hung it: "You don't want to chase my sister?"

But Moore wondered: "Why are you chasing your sister?"

Viscount: "Wow, I didn't expect you to be so single-minded, my sister will definitely die happily with you, how about I help you chase her." ”

Kemoore: "No. ”

Viscount: "Yes, you still don't know who I am, my sister's name is Hailan Yilin, and I am her only lovely brother Haimo Yilin. Don't you keep saying that you like my sister?"

But Moore's face turned white with fright, and this liar hurriedly slipped away: "Then don't forget to tell your sister when you go home, I'll go first." ”

"Brother-in-law, go slowly!"

But Moore had barely taken a few steps when he stumbled and almost fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace, and he swore that he would never see this little boy again.