Most of the time, a trial is won outside the Inquisition, which is the words of the eloquent Duke Bugne to the psychic mancer.

Evidence can be falsified, witnesses can be deceived – or steered, and sometimes even judges can be bribed. Anyone has a price, Bougne said in an unmistakable tone, although some people's price is not money.

“...... You can arrange this qiē, right?" Muhadi asked, narrowing his eyes, as if trying to see if the Great Devil showed signs of betrayal. While Duke Eloquence is notoriously bad at fighting, it's always right to be careful.

“...... Against others, perhaps, against Duke Fokas, this trick is not so useful. Bunne looked down at the Psychic Warlock. The eyes of the Great Devil were like two piles of fire, burning with black smoke, and when it spoke, sparks and hot air erupted from its nostrils and mouth. His rhetoric may not fool the public's eyes, but when it comes to private interactions, many people are moved by his false promises or empty promises. ”

"Are you admitting that you are not as good as the language skills of Fokas?" Muhati asked.

"I admit that Folkas had more time and resources to prepare than I did, that's all. Duke Eloquence said, spreading its bat-like wings at its back, a movement that made it look even taller. Maybe it's a habitual action it uses to gain a psychological advantage. "Not so long ago, I was hanging from the city walls, if you remember. ”

"And it happened that I lowered you from the walls, if you remember. Muhadi replied to it. "If you fail in your defense, I'll definitely find a way to hang you back again. ”

"Threat is an ingenious art of language, and your level is a third-rate thug at best. Do you think I'm going to be scared?" Bugne took a menacing half-step, narrowing the distance between him and the Psychic Warlock to an uncomfortable distance.

"If you're not afraid, you're a fool. Muhathir said. "You should be scared, especially if you don't complete what I asked...... Don't forget our agreement!"

"If you're so keen to contradict me, maybe you should go to the Inquisition yourself and confront Duke Qiaoyan. Buigne said indifferently. "And I'll sit in the best position and watch how he eats you alive bit by bit. ”

Muhadi shrugged his shoulders and signaled that he was not afraid of intimidation.

"Hmph, I see you mistake lack of fear for bravery, psychic manlock. Buigne said, and then Duke Eloquence took another half step. “...... You think you're very smart, don't you, a psychic manipulator, or should I say, a psychiocic who has lost his powers? Don't deny it! I can see it. ”

"How do you see that. "Muhati didn't back down.

"It's an irrelevant question, and the better question is, can I help you get out of this?" said Buene.

"You can't know the answer. ”

"Perhaps I do know that, human beings, I am not only an eloquent, but also the most famous scholar of the devil. Duke Eloquence stepped away and straightened up. "Maybe you're a little skeptical...... But I promise you that not only will I be able to help you win the debate, but I will also be able to help you solve your ...... Minor issues. ”

"Let's be specific. ”

"You need to rescue that priest, I need a chance to defeat Phokas. You and I, we can work together – but it has to be based on my leadership. Buné said to Muhadi. "Your finger-pointing will only drag me down. I don't care what you're going to do with that god's servant, but I guess if you don't, it's going to have terrible consequences for you, right?"

"So, from now on, stop your useless sarcasm and threats, and do exactly what I instruct!" said Duke Eloquent in an indisputable tone. "If you still want to win this trial...... We must get ready at once!" the Great Devil tapped the Psychic Warlock's chest with a finger, the sharp fingertips nearly piercing the latter's clothing. Aisha watched Boone's movements with some vigilance, as if she was ready to attack at any moment.

There is a kind of courage in the words of the eloquent duke, which makes people have to think seriously. Muhadi held up a hand and signaled to the female psychomancer that he was okay. "Your Jianyì...... What do we do now?"

"Now that we've lost the lead, we don't have enough time and resources on hand. In a sly tone, Bunie peddled his plan to the Psychmancer. “...... So we're going to need some special defense strategy, you know what I mean?"

"I don't know about Barto's legal system. ”

"Few mortals know, and that's why you should be completely at my command. Duke Eloquence smiled grimly. "I want you to assure me that when the trial begins, you will be completely obedient to my instructions, no matter how strange it may seem. Can you do it?"

"It's up to you to win this defense with these strange instructions. The Psychic Warlock said in a calm tone.

"There is no problem, there is only one way to fail in front of me, nothing else...... And you'll find ways to restore your abilities as a little gift from me. ”

"Is this a promise? in the name of the River Styx. "Styx is the name of the Butterz Devil's Oath, and the devils, though evil by nature, are at least faithful.

Duke Eloquence swore in a solemn tone, and the Psychic Warlock nodded in agreement after checking that there were no loopholes in its language.

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The Inquisition of the Devils is different from what Muhadi had imagined, more like a sunken theater than a court. The onlookers gathered on the steps as if to watch a play, and there were no seats here, as many of the Barthez had huge wings behind them, which were anatomically unfit to sit like humans. Some of the Bone Demons are responsible for keeping order here, but rarely do they need to intervene. These Barthez stood in rows consciously according to class and strength, as if watching a play. Some malicious eyes swept towards the Psychic Warlock and Aisha, and while there was no overt hostility, Muhadi was sure that the demons would find a way to do it to themselves whenever they had the chance.

By her side, Aisha vigilantly watched the movements of the devils, ready to show her power at any time. The hired Devil Guides seemed scattered, but they were cleverly scattered among the onlookers Barthez, able to deal with any sudden situation in any direction - provided that their little loyalty could be relied upon.

There was a group of demons who were clearly in a group, deliberately standing at the far end of the sunken theater from the psychic magicians, and their size was significantly taller than their counterparts around them. These fellows are believed to be subordinates and allies of Duke Fokas, and their eyes on Muhadi are particularly grim and terrifying.

The verdict itself will be handed down by a committee composed of close ministers of the Grand Duke of Dispat. These powerful Barthez demons are all purgators of the Deep Hell, and they are also the nobles of the Nine Hells - though Muhathir has not yet figured out what the hereditary aristocracy is like for the Barthez devils who have no lifespan.

Among these judges, there was undoubtedly also an alliance of Fokas. If Duke Eloquence fails to win this defense, it will undoubtedly be a disaster for Mohathir.

There were a total of nine judges, all of whom were present at this time. They stand at the bottom of the sunken theater like actors on stage ready to perform. One of them gave orders in the nether language that the psychic didn't hear, and then the two bone demons who were responsible for maintaining order walked into the hallway in the lower half of the theater. After a while, the sound of chains clashing against each other sounded.

Standing in Muhadi's position, he could see the two Bone Demons emerge from the corridor, followed by a Deep Hell Purgatory, holding an enchanted iron chain in his hand, the end of which was tied around Kailin's neck.

When the priest was dragged into the Inquisition, she looked naked, tortured, and covered in glittering blood. Kaylin's head clung to her forehead from blood and sweat, and one eye was swollen and barely open. There was dried blood on the corners of her nose and mouth, and one of her intact eyes was staring blankly ahead, unfocused.

There were deep wounds on her back, chest, thighs and neck. Some belong to swords, some belong to magic, and some seem to be grabbed directly with claws. The wounds were deep and long, often with burn marks at the edges, emitting a foul smell. As a creature from the upper realm, Kailin originally had the ability to heal herself, but the Bato Nine Hells Plane itself suppressed her original considerable strength.

The original magnificence and beauty of the divine servant's light wings ...... Now it's an unsightly mass of stump wings. The Barthez Devils ripped off most of their wings in battle, and the rest was burned into a charred residue by the summoned flames. Both of her feet were bare, and the way she walked seemed to be in unbearable pain when she shifted her weight to one foot.

I don't know if she's been raped, the Psychic thought. The Baduz Devil is a race directly generated by the plane, and it is not produced by sexual reproduction, but if the devils have the opportunity, they will definitely not let go of any way to humiliate their opponents.

In the midst of so many devils, Muhathir did not dare to make any too obvious moves. But when Kaylin casually glanced back, she saw the Psychic Warlock. It seemed that she hadn't expected to see a non-Barthez here, and her intact eyes couldn't help but light up.

The Psychic Warlock nodded slightly, but he wasn't sure if the other had seen it. Because of the Hellpurgatory's zipper, Kaylin was forced to turn around and stagger forward.

When the prisoners on trial were brought before the Inquisition, Duke Focas, who was the prosecution, also appeared. This was the first time Muhati had seen Duke Qiaoyan appear in person. Like Bugne, he was a tall devil, only slightly emaciated in comparison. He had his upper body, his hands behind his back, and he was only wearing a gorgeous loincloth. His horns stretched out from the sides of his forehead, about a foot long, and his eyes turned around, revealing a sinister and vicious look.

Duke Qiaoyan had a long goatee that hung from his chin to his waist. It had neatly groomed the beard on its chin, tied it with three metal rings, and had a trinket with a glittering magical light tied to the end. It also carefully trimmed its own mustache, and only two long braid-like beards hung down from its mouth, like the literary and artistic image of Fu Manchu on the earth.

Focas walked into the entrance without touching the ground, floating in the room. He seemed to scan the crowd of onlookers leisurely, like a gladiator who was determined to win walked into the battlefield, ready to meet his own cheers. It seemed to pause as its gaze swept over the Psychic Warlock, and then resumed its gaze as if nothing had happened.

Opposite Duke Qiaoyan, Duke Brugne, although he had not yet played, stood in the middle of Barthez onlookers, his eyes fixed on his mortal enemy. Phocas smiled contemptuously, seemingly unconcerned by Bunie, but it didn't look away.

"We should be prepared to lose the debate in Buenne. Aisha used psionic energy to communicate beside Muhadi.

"I didn't know you were still a pessimist. Muhadi replied with thoughts in his head. "Judging by the reputation of these two men, they are actually evenly matched, and neither can completely defeat the other...... I said we had about a half chance of winning this defense. ”

"Muhadi, it's not funny. The female psychic sorcerer Yan Sù responded. "I'm not pessimistic, I'm just realistic. What are you going to do if Boonee loses?"

"Confidentiality for the time being. The Psychic Warlock responded. "But overall, it was Bouné who won in our favour. ”

"The case of Nine Prisons v. Kailin, the Otherworldly Divine Servant, starts now. A council judge Barthez said in a loud voice, marking the beginning of a new chapter in the tens of thousands of years of battle between Duke Clever and Duke Eloquent.

"Barthez! We are standing here today to witness that Barto's laws are enforced, and that even the arrogant existence of the upper planes must respect our laws and will! The laws must be enforced, just as order must be enforced! The laws of the Nine Prisons do not allow for accidents!"

"The captive who was brought before us today broke into Barto's territory for no reason and, before being captured, killed nine Barthez, who were dutifully patrolling. In our Codex, it is clearly and unequivocally stated that the otherworldly creatures that kill Barthez must be put to death. Is there anyone else who disagrees with this?" said Phocas aloud, looking left and right, glaring at the Duke of Eloquence defiantly.

"I hereby propose to execute this intruder at once, and imprison her soul forever, and extract her knowledge and skills to serve the Nine Prisons. If this were the case, not only would the effect of Bato's legal jurisdiction over any of the worlds be manifested, but it would not impair the meaning and spirit of our code, or encourage any contempt for the law!

"Agreed!" shouted some of Barthez, undoubtedly the duke's minions and minions. "Agreed!" even some of the judges joined the noisy bandwagon, apparently having been bribed.

Muhati subconsciously stomped his feet according to the beat, and at the same time glanced at the eloquent Duke Bugne from a distance to see how he was going to deal with it.

"As tradition dictates, we have to ask anyone here who disputes this. A judge said, his eyes drifting towards Boone, with an expression that was not afraid of big things.

"I have an objection. When Duke Bunne walked into the arena, Phocas let out a sneer, and the other Barthez were silent in their hearts, and finally came.

"I am shocked that my colleague Phorcas could have made such a stupid and illogical misstatement, and that no one present had pointed out these fallacies. As Barthez, I have to stand up here and uphold the majesty of Barto's laws!"

The Duke of Eloquence walked up to Phorkass, "I am compelled to point out to all the distinguished judges that the full punishment of Phökcastyì must be denied, and although it means that the sacrifice of the nine Barthez will become meaningless, it is a necessary sacrifice because the majesty of the Barthez law is inviolable!"

"Let's consider such a question," Bugne turned his gaze to the onlookers, as if preaching. "What is the purpose of Barthez's laws, is it to provide a reasonable outlet for revenge? No! No, we Barthez are not like cowardly inhabitants of the main material plane, we will take the enemy with our own hands!"

Buenne's words were echoed by a portion of Barthez, and he continued. "So are our laws meant to reform prisoners? No! No, we Barthez aren't hypocritical upper-plane residents. We don't need such a weak approach, that will only fundamentally weaken the Barthez race and reduce us to insignificant beings in the multiverse!"

"The true meaning of Barthez Law lies in strengthening our strength! It is in uniting the inhabitants of the Nine Prisons! and not in becoming a plate of scattered sand like the bottomless abyss of Tanali! I believe that every Barthez should admit this!"

The eloquent duke's skillful control of his own tone, accompanied by gestures and powerful statements, little by little mobilized the feelings of the onlookers. When he asked the crowd, he immediately received a response from many supporters. "Yes!" shouted some of the devils. Duke Folcas had a disdainful look on his face, but he wisely did not retort when everyone was shouting yes.

"The first objection I make to the statement of Forcus is that the law of Barthez, whatever its letter may provide, should not be applied in a manner that refutes its purpose!" Boigne declared in a menacing manner. "I'd like to ask, what does it mean to kill this priest at this time to the great Barto's Nine Prisons and the invincible Barthez race? Will it make us a little stronger? Will this bring back the dead nine Barthez? Undoubtedly, the hypocrites of the upper plane will hear about today's judgment and our decision, do you think that if we really execute this priest, it will make them realize that Barthez's laws are sacrosanct?"

"A priest or a priest is more useful than a dead priest. Here, I would like to cite a well-known case. Many years ago, many Trumpeter Priests, driven by blind faith, foolishly invaded the first level of Bato's Nine Prisons. It is known that the lord of the first tier, Grand Duke Bair, easily defeated the immature invasion and captured most of the invaders alive. However, instead of simply executing all of these incomparable ants, Archduke Byer turned them all into his own servants and made them fight for a higher goal, the supremacy of Barthez...... Even in bloody battles, this unit made great contributions. ”

"If we announce the execution of this priest named Kailin to-day, then our law will be tantamount to two diametrically opposed verdicts in the same case! This is undoubtedly a defilement of the strictness and consistency of Barthez's law, and a violation of order!" Buigne's appearance was imposing, as if he were about to completely overwhelm Duke Folcas of Qiaoyan in his momentum.

"Boonee really looks like he has a hand for legal debate. Aisha said with psionic energy.

"It's too early to tell. Muhadi whispered.

Some of the devils spoke out in support of the Duke of Eloquence, and the minions of Phocas immediately booed loudly, and not to be outdone, fought back from their tongues. Buigne cranked up the volume, drowned out all the noise, and drank. “...... And the second reason I object to Phorcas's statement is ......"

"Wait!" Duke Qiaoyan, who had not spoken for a long time, interrupted Bunie's gushing as if he had finally seized the opportunity to fight back. "I have something to say. ”

Phocas still stood with his hands on his hands, looking full of confidence.

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