Looking at the token in Brandley's hand, Woodrow's face turned pale for a moment, and he staggered back two steps, with a look of fear in his eyes.

Hearing this, the guards also stopped at once, looking at Blandley and the token in his hand, with a look of awe in their eyes.

A seventh-level magician, this kind of strength is enough to easily wipe out everyone here.

What made them even more afraid was the token in his hand and the fourth-level event he said, the fourth-level event was already considered a high-level event in the event level of the Gray Temple, once it was determined, even the City Lord's Mansion could not interfere casually, let alone the Patrol Mansion.

They have lost their ability to participate and all they can do is wait for trial.

The miners' families looked over to Blandley with a look of hope in their eyes.

McGonagall looked at Blandley with a small smile on her face, and it was not in vain that he bothered to speak.

"Lord Bradley, you can't do this, this is not in accordance with the regulations, you are violating the level of the event of a violation!" Woodrow shouted unwillingly, once this matter is designated as a fourth-level incident by the Gray Temple, it will definitely be thoroughly investigated, and then he will have no chance to turn over at all.

"Woodrow, please don't point fingers at the Gray Temple's handling of the case, how to determine the level of the incident is determined according to the rules of the Gray Temple, now please retreat from the guards of the Patrol Mansion, and because you may be involved in a fourth-level incident, you are restricted from behavior and activity areas, please stand still and cooperate with the investigation." Brandley looked at Woodrow with a serious expression, and the two Grey Temple guards stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, standing beside Woodrow.

"I am an official of the City Lord's Mansion, and I am a patrol envoy, you have no right to restrict my freedom, I want to go to the City Lord's Mansion! I'm going to see the lord of the castle! Woodrow turned to leave.

"Please cooperate with the investigation, otherwise we will take coercive measures against you in accordance with the regulations." The hands of the two patrol guards pressed on his shoulders and said with serious expressions.

"You are being framed! I'm not convinced! I'm going to see the lord of the city! I'm going to ......" Woodrow struggled to break free from the two patrol guards.

"You don't have to go to the City Lord's Mansion, the City Lord has an order, this matter will be investigated by the Gray God Temple, and the patrol will cooperate with the investigation, and there must be no neglect and appeasement in the matter of the families of the miners who were killed!" At this moment, the sound of horses' hooves accompanied by a majestic voice sounded, and Dix rode in from outside the crowd, looked at Woodrow and said, "Woodrow, the city lord is very disappointed in you. ”

When Woodrow heard this, he sat down on the ground directly, cold sweat ran down his cheeks, his lips trembled, and he shook his head and said: "It's not like this, Lord Dix, it's not like this, you help me talk to the city lord, I am his most loyal dog, and I am only loyal to him......"

"The lord of the castle never has a dog." Dix directly interrupted him, turned over and dismounted, looked at Brandley and said, "Lord Brandley, I am here on the orders of the city lord to assist the Gray Temple in handling the case. ”

"Okay, thank you for your understanding." Brandley nodded, glanced at Woodrow, who was slumped on the ground, and then looked at the miners' families and said: "The Gray Temple handled the case and handled it absolutely impartially, and now we are going to make a transcript of your questioning, and every word you say will become evidence in court, so you must be responsible for what you say." We will never wronged any good person, nor will we spare a bad person, please believe us. ”

The miners' families looked at Blandley with a little hesitation on their faces.

"I'm Ebenezer and I'm thirteen years old, and four years ago my father and mother died in a mining accident at the same time, leaving me and my two-year-old sister ......," the teenager was the first to stand up, looking at Brandley and said.

The scene was very quiet, only the young man's somewhat immature voice was interrupted by choking several times.

The expressions on everyone's faces began to turn angry, and when they looked at the young man's eyes full of pity, when their eyes fell on those standing behind him, there was a trace of unbearability and fear.

"I think she's still watching me, let me take her to catch butterflies......" The boy looked up, looked at a small butterfly flying above his head, hesitated, and held out his hand.

The butterfly flew around him a few times, stopped at his fingertips for a moment, then flapped its wings and flew away, towards the sky, and kept flying, and always flying......

"Don't worry, child, your sister won't die in vain." Brandley clenched his fists, tried to calm his voice as much as possible, and nodded slightly, "Next." ”

"I'm Harold, sixty-five, and my son ...... four years ago," an old man walked out and began to tell his story.

The stories that make people lament and anger come out of their mouths, like a heavy punch slammed into everyone's hearts, making people breathless.

"They're lying! They were ......" Woodrow's face grew pale, struggling to his feet.

"Shut up!" Brandley snorted coldly, and said with a serious expression: "Take him and all the guards from the Patrol Mansion back to Basti Prison, deal with the scene, properly settle the miners' families, and then summon them one by one, review all the criminal records, and give them justice!" ”

"Yes!"

Everyone in the Gray Temple responded in unison, took out the rope and tied Woodrow directly, and the soldiers of the Patrol Mansion were also confiscated and huddled into a pile with their heads bowed.

"What a bastard!" Dicks also clenched his fists angrily.

"He killed my nephew, and he killed a lot of people, didn't you Gray Temple say that you wouldn't let go of any bad guys? Then arrest him for me! Woodrow was tied up and couldn't move, and he yelled at McGonagall.

"Whether Mr. McGonagall killed your nephew remains to be investigated, but in the face of such a vicious villain, if he really died at the hands of Mr. McGonagall, then he is a hero who fights violence and is brave and brave, and what he deserves is praise and applause, just like sending you to prison." Bradley looked at Woodrow and said seriously.

"Mr. McGonagall, why are you here?" Dix noticed McGonagall and said in surprise.

"Master Dicks, I didn't expect to meet again so soon." McGonagall was also a little surprised, a little helpless, and said: "Originally, I brought Amy to invite her friends to the party, but I happened to meet the bully who bullied them and tried to dominate the little girl, and then there is this incident." ”

"The City Lord's Mansion is very sorry for this matter, and thanks to Mr. McGonagall for protecting the safety of civilians and uncovering this darkness, we will definitely investigate to the end and not let go of any bad guys." Dix looked at McGonagall solemnly.

"Hopefully, the City Lord's Mansion should reflect on the fact that if the law is given to an individual, then his existence will be meaningless." McGonagall looked Dicks in the eye and said with the same seriousness.

"I'll pass this on to the lord of the city." Dicks nodded.

"This ...... How can it be...... Isn't he just a restaurant owner? Woodrow slumped in the hands of the two Grey Temple guards before being carried away.