Woodrow's gaze flickered a little, the sudden appearance of Brandley completely disrupted his plans, and even worse, this guy even knew him, a quick knife obviously didn't work, but this guy had to die, whether it was to avenge Valk or cover up the tail that might be caught by the Grey Temple.

"Lord Blandley, although I don't know what kind of friendship you have with this murderer, but the evidence of his murder is gathered, and the person who killed him is my patrol house, so I must arrest him now and bring him back with these mobs for strict examination, this is a case of our City Lord's Mansion, I believe that the Gray Temple should not interfere arbitrarily, right?" Woodrow straightened up and looked at Brandley with some force.

Brandley looked at Woodrow and frowned slightly, and from his reaction, he could already conclude that there must be something wrong with this, but he used the City Lord's Mansion to pressure him, deliberately putting the two on the opposite side, which really made him a little embarrassed.

Both the Gray Temple and the City Lord's Mansion have the right to deal with such incidents at the right time, especially when it comes to casualties within a certain party, and they generally do not intervene.

"You're lying! Grandpa Balabala, he's a big badass! Amy was a little angry and said, "That villain just now bullied Jessica and her mother, and he had to kill her father, and my father would have made a move, and he also bullied a lot of people." ”

"Shut up, you little kid has the right to talk nonsense here!" Woodrow glared at Amy and shouted.

"Father, he's so fierce." Amy suddenly retracted into McGonagall's arms, her expression a little frightened.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." McGonagall caressed Amy's back and soothed, looked at Woodrow and sneered, "Don't allow an innocent child to tell the truth, can only let you, a dead fat man who has been shaved with people's fat and people's cream, talk nonsense?" I said, is it because you have a big face that the whole world has to let you? Your fat body is scraped off their bodies little by little, won't your conscience hurt? ”

"You!" Woodrow pointed at McGonagall, and his fat body trembled with anger, and no one had ever dared to speak to him like this, and dared to insult him like this.

Brandley looked at McGonagall, his face couldn't hide his surprise, Boss McGroom, who usually treats people gently, is really a strengthened version of the little boss when he scolds people.

After hesitating for a moment, he was not in a hurry to speak, and now the cause of the incident is not clear, and whether the Gray Temple is suitable for intervention needs to be further judged.

But no matter what Woodrow said, it was absolutely impossible for him to let Boss Mai and Amy get hurt, the anger of the two great magicians was not easy to bear, and he whispered a few words to a team member next to him, and the man nodded and walked away quickly.

"A mob of people who are starved to the point where they can't even hold a stone because of your withholding of pensions; a mob of old people over sixty years old, women and children under fourteen; a mob that lost its backbone in a mining disaster and still has to suffer daily humiliation; The chastity of women has become something at your disposal, and even girls of five or six years old cannot escape the clutches of the devil, and they lie on the ground to survive, but they are still humiliated with the soles of their feet, and this is what you call a mob. The smile on McGonagall's face grew colder, and her gaze swept over the faces of Woodrow and the guards at the Governor's House, and asked, "Shouldn't they be angry?" Do they deserve to endure all this while they are alive? How can the miners who left their lives forever in the mines for the construction of the city of chaos! ”

The guards slowly lowered their heads, and the long knives in their hands were also unconsciously lowered, pointing to the ground, lowering their eyes, not daring to look directly into McGonagall's gaze.

A sobbing rang out from the crowd.

The severed finger in the hand of the young man who had calmly spoken about how he had carried his sister out of the river to bury him fell to the ground, tears sliding down his still immature face.

An old woman held the head of a little girl who was missing a hand, held her tightly in her arms, and cried in a suppressed voice, like an old-fashioned exhaust fan, and only heavy breathing could be heard.

A woman with two ugly scars on her face stared blankly at McGonagall, tears streaming down her face.

In the silence, only suppressed sobs could be heard.

"This ......" Brandley looked at this scene, feeling as if his heart was suddenly grabbed, if everything McGonagall said was true, then in this corner that few people paid attention to, what kind of torture and pain have these families of the miners who sacrificed so much for the city of chaos have been going through all these years?

The City Lord's Mansion will give pensions to the families of the miners who died every month, at least to ensure their lives and not go hungry, but looking at their current appearance, they don't look like they can usually fill their stomachs, so where did the pension go?

Without gratuitous hatred, it is even more impossible for ordinary women, children and elderly people to burst out and kill people because of someone's words.

The suppressed cry, the guards of the Patrol Mansion bowing their heads in shame, everything seemed to be clear, Brandley slowly clenched his fists, and a wave of anger burned in his heart.

"Nonsense! Run off at the mouth! Come on, catch him for me! Arrest all these people for me! Woodrow's face was alarmed, and he waved his hand and exclaimed.

The guards looked at each other, a little hesitant.

"I am the Inspector, your commander! Do you dare to disobey my orders and want to rebel?! Woodrow kicked the guard beside him and shouted.

The guards' eyes were a little evasive, but when they heard this, the long knife in their hands was slowly raised, and they hesitated to walk towards McGonagall and the miners' families.

The people of the Grey Temple watched this scene, and they also had their own judgments and guesses in their hearts, and spontaneously stood on either side of McGonagall, holding the long sword and magic wand at their waists.

"Lord Patrolman, what are you doing in a weak heart?" Listening to the suppressed cry, McGonagall's mood became heavier and heavier, and she looked at Woodrow and said with a mocking smile: "Actually, you don't have to use the City Lord's Mansion to suppress me, because I have seen the City Lord's Mansion, and the City Lord's Mansion will hold a meeting between the Dragon Clan and the Demon Clan in my restaurant tonight, if you have a lot of dissatisfaction, you can slowly tell the City Lord tonight, I believe he will be interested in this." ”

"But listen to them now, what have you done all these years! What unforgivable sins have you committed against your nephew, whom you regard as your son! McGonagall looked at the miners' families and said in a gentle but firm voice, "I know that every story is a cruel thing for you, but now, I hope you can tell the truth, and Lord Brandley and the Grey Temple will do justice for you, and will let all the scum accept the judgment they deserve." ”

"Kill him for me!" Woodrow yelled at McGonagall.

"Stop! I am the Elder of the Gray Temple, the seventh-level magician Brandley, and now it is the fourth-level event that this incident is set to be officially taken over by the Gray Temple, and it has nothing to do with people, stand back! At this moment, Brandley, who had been silent for a long time, stepped forward, holding a gray-black token in his hand.