The trio sat on the flying carpet and headed west, soon reaching their destination. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAbel looked at the scenery in front of him, and his heart was very excited. The adventure of the dream has finally begun, and it is so similar to everything in the dream. After that, everyone can defeat the villain, rescue the 'princess', and return triumphantly, which dilutes the worries in many of Abel's hearts.

"You say you know the church of San Dorccola in Gerdo?" asked Ebner.

"Some churches use the name of the Holy Spirit, but all of them are expensive and lengthy to build. It's just that the church of San Docques in Gerdo is not so grand. Once because of the 108 years of purification, the Church demanded that criminals must be tried in the church of the righteous Holy Spirit. The original nameless church of Gerdo was renamed Santo Doclo, but nothing more than the addition of some statues and shrines of the Holy Spirit. Augerst said.

"Why don't the people of Gerdo send demon worshippers to the Church of the Holy Spirit elsewhere?" Abel wondered.

"I can probably guess. Abner said.

"The year of purification was a crazy time, and many people were doing shady things in the name of justice. Frame-ups are rampant, and those despicable villains have gained power in this chaos. After that, it goes without saying. Augst looked disappointed.

"Won't anyone stand up against them?" Abel asked.

"What can I say, that's politics. Politics is war, war is politics, and they are all full of blood and intrigue. "It's not so much that the rich and powerful are the villains, it's that the money blinds them." ”

Abel doesn't know much about this, and it should be said that Abel doesn't know anything about all the deceitful things.

The world should be simple, and if there is a bad person, there should be a good person to defeat him. If there are monsters that plague the village, there will be righteous knights to solve them, and in the end they will be happy forever. As for the use of trickery to gain power and money, there are no books or stories that praise them, but they are far more popular than those stories.

"It shouldn't be like this......" Abel said.

"You'd better get used to the world, because the world won't get used to you. August said helplessly.

"Anyway, tonight the knight of justice saved us, and evil was defeated by us. Our prophets and demons have arranged many fates. Even at other times, the world is a cruel strife. But today, we're going to play out the fairy tale and drive the demon out of Midagal once and for all. "Then we can go and brag to others about how those horrible demons are in front of us." ”

Abel was a lot happier after hearing this, hugged Ebner at once, and almost didn't let the flying carpet have an accident.

Augst calmed down from the bump and said, "Mr. Quinskine, you'll be an excellent babysitter, no offense. ”

The flying carpet crossed the astonishing death zone and made its way into the town of Gerdor. At night, the town is also peaceful, and in the town with few towering buildings, it is easy to recognize the church of San Doclo.

The trio immediately got off the flying carpet.

In front of the church is a small square, which can only accommodate four or five hundred people, even if it is crowded. The three of them looked left and right, but could not find the meaning of the spirit guiding them here.

Ogast asked, "You said earlier that it was because of that spirit that you fell into this. How do you know it's not leading you into a trap right now?"

"It's not lying!" Abel didn't know how to justify: "What if...... If you can hear it, you know it's not lying!"

"There is no sign of an ambush here, and there is no shadow of any clues. Abner said.

Abel rolled his eyes and said, "Brother Abner, do you know that blue flame magic?"

"If you're referring to the medium of summoning spirits, I know something. Abner said.

Able said happily, "The spirit has been quiet since it came here, and if it uses some magic, it may reveal something." ”

Ebner and Augst felt that there was nothing to lose by giving it a try. But if you don't get any information, you can only immediately go and find the location of Klinos.

The Medium Technique didn't require any complicated preparation, and a blue flame appeared out of thin air with a wave of Ebna's hand. This time, without the previous troublesome inquiry, the figure of the little girl soon appeared in the firelight.

For the first time, Augst saw the summoning of the spirit, and was on guard for the figure in the firelight.

"Say whatever you want. Abel said to the blue flames.

The figure danced with the firelight, exuding an indescribable desolation. The silence drew the attention of everyone to the fire, and the flickering flames seemed to convey only indescribable sadness.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly the cry of a child came from the firelight, making everyone dizzy and blurred in vision.

Able managed to stand still, ready to tell the spirit to speak. Suddenly, I found that there were more crowds of people around me. They were all facing in the direction of the church, as if they were concerned about something big.

Abel was looking for the other two people who had gone missing, and they were obviously still standing beside him just now, how could they disappear now? But compared to the sudden increase in the crowd around him, this situation is not very difficult to accept, and he is in some kind of illusion.

Abel shoved through the crowd to see what was going on. Everyone's attention was focused on the open space directly in front of the church, and no one noticed Abel's actions.

Barron Miller...... You have been accused of demon worship, and we have searched your private home for ritual items summoned by demons. A gray-haired old man read out the page in his hand: "You are also accused of murdering your youngest son, Jim, for an evil ritual." Is there anything else you'd like to say about that?"

There was a family of three in shackles in the square, and that man must have been Barron Miller. Next to it is a burn at the stake for demon worshippers.

Everyone is talking about it in private fiction.

"I didn't expect Mayor Miller to commit such a crime. ”

"He got to this point by provoking Baron Darren Gonzalez. ”

"How do you know?"

Barron was not sent to trial elsewhere, but in a makeshift church of the Holy Spirit, the paint on the walls of which had not yet set. ”

"What did he do to get to this point?"

It is said that it was the baron who asked for more tobacco to be planted, but Barron did not agree. ”

"It's a little thing that doesn't kill Barron, and I've heard that Barron is getting too close to the union. You know, they often say they want to bring down the powerful or something. ”

"Poor people, those who have gold in their hands can win the political war. ”

"I've heard that Barron was drunk and slept with the woman of the Gonzalez house. Although it is not a big man, it is also a mortal crime. ”

A guard watching the scene walked over from a distance, and everyone immediately stopped talking.

Abel shook his head, all these people had heard was untrustworthy gossip, so let's concentrate on how this trial would go.

Barron's bloodstained face slowly lifted up and said, "I ask for ......"

He coughed for a long time before he said the next sentence: "I ask for justice to try me for murder." ”

Everyone was in an uproar, could this be an admission of their guilt?

Of course, there are also those who can see through Barron's calculations, and if they try themselves for murder, they will have to go through the judicial process. When the time comes, the evidence will be reported and witnesses will be called. It can drag on for at least ten days and half a month, and the most important thing is that it can get out of the trouble of the Holy See trial. During this time, his henchmen can plan a prison robbery or escape. If they are lucky, the Gonzalez family does not yet control the judiciary and can file a trial in a more just metropolitan court.

The white-haired old man looked at Darren Gonzalez on the side, and then at the restless crowd. How can we curry favor with the Gonzalez family and at the same time retain the authority of the judiciary? In a moment's hesitation, he was speechless for a long time, and his bloodless face began to redden.

"I agree to a judicial trial. Darren Gonzalez said.

This relieved the old man's anxiety, and said with a sigh of relief: "At the request of Barron Miller, and the sacrosanct law and justice. Barron Miller should be judged justly according to the laws of the Empire, and the judgment according to the Law will be ...... at the latest."

"The trial will begin now!" said Darren Gonzalez.

"My lord, this may be something wrong. The old man said anxiously.

Darren said, "Tell me, does the law stipulate the earliest time for a trial?"

"No, my lord. ”

"Is there anything wrong with that now?" asked Darren.

"We still need judges, juries, clerks, and lawyers for both the prosecution and defense. We also need to notify the audience to be present for a public trial. The old man said.

"I think I can find someone in my escort team, and they are all recognized men with a sense of justice. If you need an audience, we have it live. And if I'm not mistaken, sir, you also returned from studying in the imperial capital, what kind of family are you?"

"It's Robles, Ken Robles. Son of Dorne Robles and brother of Edmund Robles. The old man said.

"So, Mr. Robles, you should be able to be a judge and clerk?" asked Darren.

"I can if you want. The old man said.

Darren smiled wickedly and said to the soldiers behind him, "You three will be jurors, and you two will be lawyers." Looks like we have everything we need. ”

The soldiers also laughed and came to their "posts".

The soldier who worked as a lawyer for Barron didn't even know a word, let alone the law.

The old man looked at the situation in front of him and felt a chill behind him. It took a while for him to say his line, and as he spoke, he jotted it down in the notebook he had just handed over: "Barron Miller, you have been accused of murdering your own son. In the spirit of the law, we will listen to what you have to say. ”

The old man had just started his pen and found that the pen had no ink at all. After an embarrassing observation, he could only pretend to record.

Barron replied with difficulty, "I did not murder my son, he died of pestilence." He was in great pain before he died, his armpits were swollen, and he couldn't sleep. To prevent transmission, we cremated him. ”

Barron wept at the thought of what happened to his 6-year-old son.