The three magistrates took their seats in front of the rostrum, and the official uniforms settled behind them. The three of them looked down the crowded hall below. The noise in the room gradually fell silent. One of them, a tall, lanky woman with a hooked nose, stood up solemnly.

"The reason for this trial is to hear new evidence about Elder Soma's death."

There was a murmured commotion in the middle of the crowd, like a swarm of locusts flying by. Some have already heard of the new evidence that the magistrate said, but most people have only come here because they have heard that there is a Noxians with them. But no matter what they heard, they all knew the same thing: the death of Elder Soma had long been settled. The swordsmanship of the wind and the traces of magic on the walls of the meditation room are already very sufficient evidence. Aside from Elder Soma, there was only one person who could perform this move.

The rugged wound was torn open. The hearts of the people were invaded by pain in an instant. They shouted loudly that if the elder had not died, the village would not have suffered such heavy casualties. Shortly after the murder, half of the Noxian warband drove into Navoli, killing on a killing spree along the way. It was the imbalance caused by Elder Soma's death that made the war intensify, and too many of his sons and daughters died on the battlefield. To make matters worse, the village blamed one of its own.

A high-pitched voice rang out from the noisy crowd.

"We already know who murdered Elder Soma," Shava's lips were weathered, but still spoke loudly. "That's the traitor, Yasuo."

People nodded their heads one after another, and the crowd was impassioned.

"Who else knows the Wind Sword Technique? Only Yasuo! Sava continued. Now the Yong En who captured him is gone, and it is very likely that this coward is also the hand of this coward. ”

The crowd became even more indignant and even shouted for Yasuo's life. Shava sat much more comfortably on the bench. The charges were back on track, and she was satisfied.

The hook-nosed pusher is from a family of wood weavers, and his most proud skill is to unravel the stubborn knots. She lifted the round stunning, a long-honed chestnut, and slammed it hard against the jet-black base. The sharp sound intimidated the crowd, and order was restored to the hall.

"This court seeks knowledge and enlightenment to pursue the truth about Elder Soma's death," the governor said. "Are you trying to get in the way of enlightenment, ......?"

The old woman looked at her husband and felt her cheeks burn. "Comte. Sava Comte," she bowed her head, and there was no presumptuousness in her tone. The old man on the round stool looked at her and wiped a cold sweat from his bright head

"As I said, we're here for new evidence." The Eagle Magistrate scanned the crowd to make sure there were any disobedient pimples, and then nodded to the court officer. "Bring her in."

After the magistrates took their seats, the overcast sky suddenly opened up. The door at the back of the hall opened again. Riven saw a room full of villagers divided into two sides by a blazing ray of sunlight. She walked into the hall and pushed away the solidified air, like a long breath of stuffy air finally coming out.

The door closed behind her. Two samurai priests escorted her through the passage in the middle of the crowd. Once again, the council hall was shrouded in shadow, with only the dim light of the sinuous windows on the canopy and the cylindrical lanterns hanging from the ceiling. As she passed by Sava Comte, she saw the old woman struggling to suppress her choking.

She knew what she was like in their eyes. A woman with white hair stuck to the straw pole in her cell. Stranger. Enemy. Daughter of Noxus.

A sleepiness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow entangled Rivian like mud from the field clinging to her clothes. She felt her soul stiffen and deform. However, when her eyes swept to the old man on the round stool, she straightened her waist slightly.

She saw the three magistrates in front of her sitting on the judgment seat. The one in the middle motioned to sit down with a serious face and not to stand in shackles.

Riven refused to sit on the magically shaped wooden chair. She recognized the court officer as the cavalry leader she had met in the old couple's field. His thin lips still wore an unstoppable smile.

"Whatever you want, make sure you feel better."

The court clerk sat down in his chair and sighed in satisfaction. The magistrate sitting in the middle glared at him sternly, and then spoke to Riven.

"I know you're not a local. The dialect here is not easy to learn. I speak the lingua franca, which makes it easier to communicate. ”

Like most Noxians, Riven has learned some of the Ionian lingua franca enough to cope with the daily instructions and commands, but the language here is like water and soil, and the accent of each village reflects the unique character of the locals. She nodded to the pusher and waited quietly.

"What's your name?"

"Rivien," her voice was hoarse, stuck in her throat.

"Give her water."

The court officer stood up, took a water bag, and held it up to her. Rui Wen looked at the water bag and didn't reach out.

"It's water, child," said the steward, who was sitting next to him, leaning forward. "What, you're still afraid of us poisoning?"

Riven shook her head and rejected the gift. She cleared her throat and made up her mind to continue talking. The court official pursed his lips, raised the water bag and drank it, and a stream of water trickled down the corner of his mouth. After drinking, he deliberately showed a row of teeth and showed off his might to Ruiwen.

"You've been summoned by the court," the magistrate interrupted, returning Riven's attention to the three robed figures and the crowd in the hall. "It's because we want to hear what you have to say."

"Am I not going to be sentenced?"

The magistrate swallowed his surprise.

"I don't know exactly how justice is carried out on your side, but here we believe that justice needs understanding and enlightenment above all." The Magistrate spoke to Riven as if he were facing a child. "We believe you have information about an event. And this information is important to all of us. If the crime is revealed as a result, it will be the turn of sentencing and punishment. ”

Rui Wen looked at the pusher, then at Asa, and then at the push. Justice in Noxus is often settled in battle. If one is lucky, a sharp weapon will make a decision with pleasure. Riven watched the pusher warily. "What do you want to know?"

The doll leaned back into his chair. "Where are you from, Riven?"

"I don't have a hometown."

The other party's suspicious eyes told Rui Wen that this answer was regarded as a kind of disobedience. The hawk-faced pusher paused, testing her response. "You must have been born somewhere."

"A farm in Terry Well." Rui Wen looked at the old man. "In Noxus." She admitted.

The hall, which had been silent a moment ago, sounded with the sound of neat inhalation.