"Found the Longshan Ruby at the residence of this junior hunter named 'Dudian'?" Timothy saw the description above, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said to the young man with the sword scar: "If I remember well, when we investigated this suspect named 'Dudian' before, he was just a rookie hunter who had just joined the Mellon consortium three years ago, and he was a scavenger at the beginning, and he was promoted to a hunter after accidentally getting a magic mark from outside the wall. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Yes, he was just a junior hunter at the time."

"Is there a way for a junior hunter to steal one of the Three Treasures of the Milan Consortium?"

The sword-scar youth shrugged his shoulders and said, "Unless the knights recruited by the Milan consortium are all pieces of, I think it's unlikely." ”

"Such an obvious false accusation can actually pass the verdict!" Timothy's face was gloomy, "If it weren't for the death of this deacon named Horlet, I don't know how many dirty things he was involved in." ”

The young man with the scar sighed: "No one can resist the temptation of wealth, the priest and deacon are also human beings after all, he also has a family, children, and a wife, and he himself loves to gamble, there are too many places to use money, but too few places to get money." ”

"No matter what, a mistake is a mistake, and any reason is an excuse!" Timothy snorted coldly and said, "Such an obvious false accusation can be passed, and some of the systems of our inquisition are also contradictory, and there will always be problems when a case is handed over to one person to handle." ”

The young man with the sword scar glanced at her and said with a wry smile: "It's better not to talk about this outside, it is precisely because of the infiltration of the nobles that we punishers will stay in the inner area." ”

"The inner wall area is even more complex than here." Timothy's brow furrowed, and he didn't say anything more, and continued to flip through the two cases below.

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Milan family, in the hall.

With a bang, Alex threw the teacup on the ground, and a cup of fine strong tea worth dozens of silver coins spilled on the ground, soaking the red carpet, he looked at Abel angrily and said, "No way? You told me I can't help it? This is your son! ”

Abel's face was gloomy as water, and he said: "I have already contacted the Mel family and the Bronn family, and they have used the resources of the consortium to contact the high-level officials in the Terre Street Inquisition, but there is no reply, this time it is involved in a deacon-level assassination case, no one can interfere, and the public opinion guided by the newspapers of other consortiums has put too much pressure on them, especially the Scott consortium!" ”

Speaking of this, his fingers clenched into fists, "The other consortiums are just creating pressure, they directly believe that Vikander is the murderer, and all the evidence collected in the court has been made public, this time, if there is no sufficient evidence to prove Xiao Wei's innocence, they will not release him." ”

Alex pounded his cane on the ground and roared, "Don't tell me any evidence, I want my grandson to have a lot of hair!" ”

Abel's face twitched slightly, and he said, "I'll contact the Inquisition again." After saying that, he didn't do the farewell salute and turned his head to leave.

Several other middle-aged men and noblewomen in the hall glanced at each other, and one of them stepped forward and said, "Father, don't worry too much, you are in a hurry to your body, Xiao Wei, this kid has been honest since he was a child, and he is a knight, I believe he will never do such a reckless act." ”

Alex's eyes widened and he said, "Do you still need to say this?" And even if he did? A deacon, when he dies, he dies, and their inquisition can just find someone to confess his guilt, so it has to be so serious? ”

The middle-aged man choked slightly, smiled bitterly in his heart, and said no more.

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Two days passed quickly.

At 7:35 a.m., the weather was cloudy.

In the gray lead-gray radiation cloud of the city, a horse-drawn carriage slowly drove in and stopped in front of the Inquisition on the streets of There, and two figures came and went, Dudian and Forlin.

Although Du Dian refused, Fulin still insisted on following him, and came forward as a bail person, and he was an old nobleman, which could add a little success rate to Du Dian's appeal.

For his kindness, Du Dian could only take it to heart, jumped out of the carriage first, helped Flin's aged body to get out of the car, and helped him up the steps to the court.

"There are two cases in today's judgment court, and when the first one is disposed of, it will be your turn." An official priest who had come to greet the two Dudian said, leading them to the sentencing courtroom.

The courtroom was very spacious, like an old church, and many people had come here at the moment, most of them from the various foundations.

"They're from the Scott Consortium, they're from the Green Consortium." Forin and Dudian sat down in the middle of a row of fewer people, and introduced Dudian to the origins of these people.

Du Dian secretly admired Flin's eyesight, he seemed to be old, and he had lived in Lane Castle for a long time, but he didn't expect to be so familiar with the people of the news agencies under various consortia in the outside world, so he immediately secretly wrote it down.

A moment later, there was a commotion at the entrance outside.

Du Dian and Fulin turned their heads to look at each other, and suddenly their expressions changed slightly, only to see a group of six or seven people coming, led by an old man, followed by a middle-aged man dressed as a gentleman with a straight temperament, with a gloomy face, and the others behind him also had silent expressions.

"His name is Alex, and he is the old patriarch of the Milan family." Fulin whispered.

Dudian smiled slightly, "I know. ”

Fulin said: "Behind him is his son, Abel, who is also the current patriarch of the Milan family, this is a very shrewd little guy, but it is a pity that his son did not inherit his shrewd city. ”

"It's not necessarily a good thing to have a wise father." Dudian said.

"Indeed, that little guy lacks tempering, and he is deeply favored by the old patriarch, and he is surrounded by stammers and compliments, and it is inevitable that he will float." Flynn nodded.

At this time, Alex and Abel also found a seat, and they sat in the front row of the judgment court.

"Behind are the high-level stewards of the Mel family and the Bronn family, as well as several other families." Fulin whispered.

Dudian nodded, it was indeed impossible for the Mel and Bron families to come and come and flow into this muddy water in person.

As time went on, more and more people came, and after 9 a.m., the court officially began.

Three deacon-level priests dressed in pure white silk robes with gold thread inlaid lace came to sit down on the courtroom, all of them were older, and soon after they pronounced the verdict, a figure of the Knight of Judgment escorted a figure into the judgment table, it was Vikander.

In just two days, Vikander already had a bit of a decadent atmosphere, the stubble grew quickly, a little sloppy, and his hair was not combed to be as shiny as usual, and a little sloppy. (To be continued.) )