A large number of soldiers and instructors were rushing to the scene of the incident, and the explosion was enough to send the entire nervous city directly into a wartime state. The living thought that the undead revolt that had just been quelled had begun again, and civilians began to flee in all directions away from the sound. Even though the soldiers were trying to keep the entire crowd in order, it still caused a lot of panic.

However, the news quickly reached the table between the White Cult and Anos, and the soldiers said that they had brought the culprit under control, and that there was only one person, and four or six mutilated corpses could be seen beside him. At this time, it is not certain whether this person is immortal or not.

The Cult claimed that the dead were all their people, one of them was the Knight Chief Saint-Jodron, and the murderer was Orlan, the silver-haired hunter who was suspected of being an undead man that Sutton Lil's military had been shielding.

As soon as this matter came out of the table, both sides were shocked and talked about the matter, and the faction headed by the bishop of the White Sect directly proposed that the murderer should be tried and tried immediately by the Church. However, the Sutton Lear military, led by Lillian Anos, unanimously rejected the church's proposal, and the two sides were at a stalemate over the custody and trial rights of Oran.

The Marquis of Sutton Lear, though he had handed over most of his power to Lillian, was still present at the meeting, and finally made a statement that the soldiers would send the "arrested" prisoners directly here for a so-called trial in front of everyone.

There was no objection from everyone.

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Oran's anger could only be seen in his red eyes, if St. Joderon could have seen it before he died. Orlan rarely put away his cat-like appearance, he no longer wanted to slowly find out the depth of the enemy's strength, and he no longer wanted to measure how big his qi was.

He only used one punch, carrying all his anger and the strongest punch, like a thunderous empowerment without hesitation, so fast that Saint-Joderon could barely see his shadow.

The bombardment to the slag can only be described as the struck by this punch like a puddle of flesh smashed from the air to the ground, smearing the semi-circular pit evenly and thoroughly.

The devil knows how the White Sect could tell from the maroon scarlet that he was St. Jodron's, or if they knew it was him, so they were so eager to condemn Oran.

But it is undeniable that Orlan did kill people, at least as it stands. And the destruction of the houses in the city, the explosion, and the serious impact of this incident are not so easy for Orlan to clear the charge, which is a headache for Lilian now.

Oran did not resist, allowing the soldiers to tie him up and escort him all the way to Sutton Lill Cathedral. Ascending a thousand stone steps, the Cultists were staring at Orlan with hatred and disgust, even though they had been dispersed by the army.

In the eyes of these people, they don't need to go any further to find out what the truth is, they just need to find someone to vent their humble anger and cowardly pain in their hearts. Because they prayed to the gods but were never answered.

Whether it is the curse of the undead like the outbreak of the plague, or the ensuing disasters, wars and injuries that destroy their delicate nerves all the time, fear, sadness, anger and anxiety always need an object to vent, and at this moment, Oran, who is tied up by all kinds of flowers, has become the best target.

It is conceivable that the White Sect, which has an advantage in guiding its followers that is difficult for any party to match, can convince most people that Orlan is the culprit with a little means, and then hate him endlessly.

The council was initiated by the bishop, so the venue was rightly placed in the cathedral. And the Marquis of Sutton Lear did not object, probably in his eyes the entire territory of the city was his, so it was not the same everywhere? Do you still need to be afraid of Yanos on your own turf?

"Hunter Oran, you are guilty. Attacked and killed five White clerics and a civilian, and even brutally attempted to destroy their bodies with explosions and fire. Prior to this, you had a record of killing more than a dozen civilians in Otinenam, as well as one charge of obstructing and rebelling against the Church in the performance of its official duties. As the agent of the Lord God to give divine grace to the world, the White Sect has always respected the will of the Lord God, and all living beings should be the most devout believers, leaving aside the concepts of kingdom, identity, status and race, and with love, kindness, tolerance and understanding...... At this point, I will ask you, in the name of the Lord God, whether you confess these sins. ”

The bishop enumerates Oran's crimes in a high-sounding manner, and then describes how noble and holy their deeds are in that cliché or two. But not everyone eats this set, especially the untrustworthy like Oran.

"I just want to ask if your God will prevent you from saving your life in danger, or will you white believers practice love and divine grace to forgive someone who wants to kill you? But what I see is that your White Knights are much more agile than executioners. ”

"Hmph, you mean that our devout and good-natured cultists were the first to be cruel to you? There's no reason for them to do that, and they're much more upright than you, a bad murderer. And we have an eyewitness, the kind and righteous Mr. George, who lives in the house next to the scene of the crime, and who saw with his own eyes that you killed our knight of St. Jodron. ”

As soon as the bishop's words fell, he saw two soldiers bring up a civilian, and his face trembled with fear. I have to say that the "work" of the church is very efficient, and within a few minutes of Oran's arrival, even the eyewitnesses at the scene have been found.

Mr. George, dressed in fine brocade, did not even dare to look up at everyone present, and after the bishop's kind reminder, he finally fixed his eyes on Oran: "Yes, it is him, he killed someone." Old Morrison's alchemy house was blown to the ground, and he was the only one left alive. ”

"Well, what else do you have to say, why did Morrison, an alchemist who was too old to walk, make a feud with you? And we all know that an alchemist always has something expensive, why would you want to kill him and destroy the scene. Could we consider that you killed an elderly alchemist for something, but the process happened to be broken by our patrolling cultists, so you chose to kill everyone? ”