Claire Warren was nervous and excited as she walked onto the high stage in front of the Moon City Concert Hall. As a survivor of the Bosman massacre and an eyewitness to the massacre, she and two of her companions were taken from their temporary settlement in Diego to the city of Moon half a month after the massacre, according to those who brought them, to attend the public trial of the Boseman massacre.

Bosman? The enemy commander who led the massacre was captured by Elena?

With such anticipation and mood, Claire looked at the dock on the left side of the concert hall with mixed emotions in her eyes. However, the empty dock still disappointed her. It seems that the rumors outside are true, and Boseman was not caught by Elena, but was transferred to Ronninger by the dog emperor, where he went to eat and drink spicy food and continue to oppress the people.

"The plaintiff has arrived, please be quiet, the trial will begin in five minutes."

Presiding over this trial was an old man named Sink Stubba, who was once an earl of the Ankenrein Empire, who had worked in the imperial legal system for a long time, and was a fair person with a good reputation. His hometown is in the province of Enspan, where he retired to recuperate. After Elena took control of the province of Encspan, the old man accepted Gastens' invitation to become the president and chief justice of the court of the People's Government of Elena at the age of seventy-eight. At the same time, he renounced his earldom and the leisurely old age that he could have enjoyed in the Ankenrein Empire. Many people in the base area were curious about what Gastens had said to him to convince such an old man to come out of the mountain. The answer given by Gastens is just a simple sentence.

There is no shortage of smart people in this world who can find the right path.

The trial, which was held at the Moon City Concert Hall, was hyped up throughout Elena and Ankenrein a week in advance, and even invited a number of media reporters. Now, these people have filled the concert hall of Nou University in Moon, and everyone is waiting, waiting for Elena's reaction to the Boseman massacre.

Indeed, to outsiders, the way in which both Elena and Ankenrein responded to the Bosman massacre is somewhat incomprehensible. Elena had few clear official statements in the aftermath of the Boseman massacre, and when Bimpo Beaubruf was asked the question on the few occasions, he always said there would be a way, but never said anything. Ankenrein, on the other hand, quietly gave Bosman forty rods and decided to demote him to Ronninger. For the more than 600 lives, the handling of the two sides was not commensurate. Both other countries and major media outlets actually regard this silence and low-key treatment as an appetizer, and they wait patiently for the main dish to be served.

Under Singh Stubba's auspices, the trial proceeded uneventfully. The empty dock turned what should have been a fiercely confrontational trial into a hall where only one side had a voice. The defense lawyer who defended the tried Boseman was listless in his own speech, and obviously did not mean to be seriously engaged. And the government of Elena, which initiated the prosecution, was obviously well prepared, but because there was no opponent, those subtle, logical, and incendiary accusations and reasoning were like fists on cotton, and they were a little weak. The only highlight of the audience was that the young girl named Claire stood on the witness stand and told the massacre she had witnessed.

“…… It was a cold day, but the man who assassinated Bosman was never found, and all of us who he had captured, men, women, and children, were taken to a cattle pen on the outskirts of Coleborit. We are all familiar with the kind of cattle pens, that is, the big landlord's family grazing the cattle back, temporarily feeding and counting the enclosures, even the cattle will not spend the night in it. Boseman and his soldiers, however, locked us all in that fence and never cared about it again. Some of us went to ask the soldiers who were holding us, what to do at night, they would freeze to death. But the soldiers not only did not give an answer, but were also beaten back. In this way, more than 600 of us were locked in the fence, hugging each other to keep warm, hoping to survive that cold night. Later, someone froze to death, and we decided that this was not going to work, so some people jumped out of the fence and tried to escape......"

Under the light of the pyroxene light, Claire, a serf girl, had red cheeks and a slight tear hanging from the corners of her eyes. She was dressed plainly, and she dressed herself very seriously in order to go to court. Her long brown hair was tied up in a simple bundle and ran down one shoulder. The girl is tall, but not muscular, but has a sense of weakness. This was rare among serf women. The reporters present were keenly aware that this weak, immortal serf girl could become a shocking point in the news, and they did not skimp on their pen and ink, and a few reporters with sketchers also decided to leave the precious sketches to this girl. And above the whispered chatter and the sound of pencils rubbing against the paper, Claire's statement continued.

“…… We killed the soldiers and started to run away. Everyone didn't know where to run, and then someone shouted, "Go to Elena," and we ran towards Elena. It was late afternoon and we didn't know the directions. But there is a road, just follow the road. It was a cold day, my hands and feet were freezing and I didn't feel anything, and Chavez and Elgot took turns carrying me. Later, when we were about to reach the border, Elgot said that so many of us would definitely be found and might even be killed, and suggested that everyone should act separately. However, some people in the team felt that there were many people who walked together, and they might rush over as soon as they rushed. Elgaut led us out of the army, trying to find a remote place to sneak over, but not long after we left the group, we saw rows of soldiers and guns in front of us......"

Claire's voice choked up as she said this, and she wiped her eyes, revealing the back of her hand, which was still a little red and swollen, and continued.

"At that time, Elgaut knew that something was wrong, and he told us to hide in the ground next to us, lie down, and not move. We just lay there, and then, and then the guys shot. The gunshots were the same as fried beans, row after row, particularly neat. We watched as the people who fled with us fell one by one, and they died quickly. Some tried to run, but were quickly caught up and killed. After that, some ran away. We were far away and it was snowing again that day, so we didn't find it. However, it was too cold that day, and we lay there, afraid to move, for fear of being discovered. Little by little, the snow that fell on us melted, and it was extremely cold. I thought I was going to freeze to death......"

Neither Justice Singh Stubbar, nor prosecutors, defense lawyers, nor journalists interrupted Claire's narration. She was silent on stage for a moment before continuing.

"Later, we saw someone coming on horseback, it was an officer, it was the same Bosman who killed the serfs on stage. I know him, he's tall, walks a little lame, and he's easy to recognize. He took a dozen men to see the bodies and spoke to the soldiers. The soldiers replied loudly, shouting yes, yes, sir. Then Bosman was gone, and the soldiers started dragging everyone's bodies away, and we didn't know where to go. The six of us lay on our stomachs until everyone had dragged the bodies away and the soldiers had returned to the outpost, and then we dared to move. And at this time, Uncle White, who fled with us, had frozen to death......"

There was a low burst of discussion in the group of reporters and in the auditorium, and everyone was shocked by Claire's description and intuitively recognized Bosman's cruelty. If everyone lacked enough perceptual understanding of Bosman's behavior before, then Claire's words made everyone directly realize what kind of person Boseman who caused this massacre.

“…… Later, the five of us began to run away and finally found our way across the border. We crossed the border at night, but we were chased by crossbow arrows fired from behind, Chavez and Sarai were dead, Elgot was wounded, Gerald and I were fine, we crossed the border and arrived at Elena, and we met Elena's army, and we were saved. ”

Claire's tone was flat and not too loud when she said we were saved. However, everyone could hear the relaxation in her tone. It was a kind of sigh and sigh after a long journey and a life-and-death race, and finally found a way to survive and arrived at a safe place. Even if you don't have this experience, you can feel lucky and relaxed for the girl in front of you. At the moment when Claire finished speaking, the entire makeshift courtroom was silent only for the rustle of paintbrushes.

"Okay, thank you, Comrade Claire, let's move on to the next link."

Zinke Stubba's voice is still as calm as ever, and in his life, he has seen countless cases, and naturally he will not be easily moved. It's just that Claire didn't say a word, but looked at him and asked a question.

"You're going to kill him, aren't you?"

"If he is guilty and sentenced to death, we will kill him."

Sink Stuba's voice was firm, Claire glanced at the empty dock, then at Stuba, nodded, and walked off the witness stand. Behind her, others who are traveling with her will also make additional speeches. It's just that almost all the people at the scene paid attention to this serf girl.

After experiencing so much suffering, the last question she asked in court turned out to be so cold and bloody.

You're going to kill him, aren't you?

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"Kill me? How did they kill me? ”

Sutling Bosman, who has been demoted and transferred, looked indifferent when he was interviewed at the train station in Colleborit. He looked at the reporter in front of him and asked rhetorically in a very natural tone.

"We are the Anken Rein Army, defending the country and the glory of His Majesty the Emperor! They are a little Elena, a traitor, an rebel, and they want to kill me? What to kill? Why kill? With their archmagister? If you want me to say, that Gastens is a liar at all! He doesn't know what shit luck he had, and if he can cast magic once, he wants us to kneel at his feet for the rest of his life and lick his boots! Who did he think he was, a condemned prisoner, a serf, a scum who was not even a man, he was not worthy! ”

Taken aback by Bosman's direct and provocative words, the reporters let out a chorus of surprise. Elena's public trial was not kept secret, but was hyped up. Now, ten days after the public trial, not only Anken Rein is concerned about Bosman's fate at home, but also many people who care about and fear Gastens internationally are also concerned about Bosman's fate. So Bosman, who was about to leave Cory Bolet, was blocked at the train station, and he was also a playful character, so he didn't mind it. Not only was he interviewed directly at the train station, but he also said such shocking things.

"Are you directly questioning the authority of the man closest to the Grand Magus, Gastens?"

"May I ask if these words are the official statement of the Anken Rein military?"

"Don't you really feel guilty about killing so many people?"

"What's next for you?" Do you continue your iron-clad policy at Ronninger? ”

The reporters bombed by Bosman's remarks went even more frenzied, asking countless questions only to be kept out by those around him. The man who had caused the massacre and challenged Gastens proudly and reservedly waved at all the reporters and turned to the carriage.

Whatever Elena intends to do with him, when he gets on a steam locomotive and leaves Corry Bolaite and arrives in the distant eastern city of Ronninger, everything here will not be his business. No matter how powerful Elena is, can she still affect Ronninger? He, a news figure who has been praised for his disparagement, will have a better life in Ronninger. As for the serfs, the mud-legged people who love Lena, let them continue to be anxious and angry, they can't reach themselves anyway.

In fact, Boseman still wants to say more, and wants to humiliate Elena more. It's just that he also knows his position and proportion, and the emperor needs him, an insignificant and reckless character, to be the first bird to test Elena's bottom line. But the emperor didn't need him to provoke a war between the two sides. So, the words just now are enough, and he, Sterling Boseman, will leave here and go to Ronninger to start a new life after these words.

Then, wait for the next promotion.

Boseman was pleased with his thoughts, and he could hear the noise of the reporters behind him, and he was fascinated by the sensation. However, just as he began to think seriously about how he should wave goodbye before getting on the train, a huge force struck him in the back, and his body was carried forward by this force, and he fell on the platform of the station.

It was only after this that he felt the pain.

A sharp, penetrating and tearing pain stretched from his back to his chest and then to the periphery of his body. Boseman could feel his own blood flowing from beneath him, spreading across the stone slabs of the platform. He could even hear his own stray heartbeat and a loud exclamation behind him.

I was hit? From where?

Slowly, questions arose in Bosman's consciousness, but he could not find the answers. The second shot followed the first through his body, ending his life completely. The man, who had just been challenging Elena, was killed less than ten minutes later at the station where he was about to leave Colebret.

He's dead.