Judgment has different meanings in different regions, different countries, and different religious environments. The purpose, motivation, and process of the trial will also change. In some countries where aristocratic rule is deeply entrenched, the so-called trial is nothing more than a performance by the aristocracy to demonstrate the legitimacy of their rule, and the process of the trial is a farce in which they explain the greatness of the aristocracy and the justice of their authority to the people who are forced to observe. In the merchant-dominated area, the trial will become a game and exchange of interests, crime and punishment are not the focus of the trial, and the merchants are only concerned with how much benefit the trial will bring to themselves and how much damage to their opponents.

The traditional judgment of the blue lion is different from the above two, but in reality there may not be that much difference between them. In the Knights' Country, the trial is conducted in the name of the king or the local lord, which sounds similar to those in countries where the noble faction is in power, except that most of the nobles of the Grey Lion are knights and have been regular knights for at least three years. This makes their judgment still preserve something peculiar in addition to their lusts, justice. Precisely, justice judged by the rules of chivalry. It's just that this kind of justice is not common in the Hammer Realm, because although there are knights in this land, its owner is a pragmatic son of the mountains.

"The trial mechanics of the Hammer are probably not the same as those you are familiar with. There is no heavy code to refer to, and the outcome of all trials is determined by the coordination of the three presiding judges of the trial. At trial, the person being tried and one of his clients, most of whom is a relative, will be allowed to defend him and present their side of the facts. As a matter of common sense, Hill and I will be the ones who will present the charges, and you will be the witnesses. But I think today's trial will be over soon. After a brief rest from the resting place, Colante said to Atalanta as she walked to the place where the trial would take place.

"Why?" the swordswoman's eyebrows narrowed slightly, and she listened carefully to the witch's explanation of the process of the molten iron trial, in order to make the prisoner pay as much as possible.

Kolanty raised her eyebrows slightly, her gaze naturally falling on Atta's waist, "The reason why most trials become long and complicated is because the parties only know part of the truth. And even this part of the truth, they will also distort it by their own experience and value judgment, and consciously forget the details that are unfavorable to them. To put it simply, no one is telling the truth. And your sword can solve this problem, right? As soon as it is put on a person's neck, that person has to answer your question truthfully. ”

As for Frakrag's abilities, Atta really didn't hide the witch, it's not that she didn't have the heart to defend people, but just used a sword to suppress a Bloodclan for a night, this fact is something that everyone can see. The sword was clearly unusual, and repeated concealment could only make people feel suspicious. Besides, the female swordsman of the Thorn Witch's ability has also seen it with her own eyes, and if Kolandi really wants to snatch her sword from the land of the blue lion, then there really is nothing she can do.

The place of judgment was the square in front of the castle of the lords, and the flames of the torches were stirring in the wind, causing the shadows in the bearskin cloak to sway on the ground. Archduke Hammer stood in the middle of the square, holding a war hammer in his hand, his original weapon had been shattered five years ago, and now this war hammer had been made for their Grand Duke by Hammer's best blacksmith. The dwarf's eye sockets are so deep that it is impossible to see his eyes from above. Beside him, there stood a pale, middle-aged man, Sander Blackblood.

Sander had fought alongside Cheese and his companions in defending the Iron Keep during the Nezumi plague, and in that sense he was a settled man welcomed by the Hammer. The Bloodborne, who had also been exiled by his own family, now had a complicated complexion, on the one hand, he had a clear understanding of how the Hammer Guild handled such incidents, and he himself was disgusted by the actions of this family descendant who had not yet reported to him. But on the other hand, the vampire's close-knit family ties require him to protect the family members from the trial as much as possible, even by means of prayer. Otherwise, according to the family's tradition, he will be seen as a betrayal of the family. At that time, not only will he be retracted, but the black blood clan that will pour out of the nest will inevitably cause the Hammer to suffer heavy damage or even annihilation.

"Ah, that's a lot of trouble. The vampire's whispers were exchanged for hearty laughter, and Jack had known Sander before he had been transformed into a werewolf, and Sander had been one of the few outsiders to be invited to hunt with the Alexander tribe in recent years, and the relationship between the two could be seen.

"Grand Duke, Shande, look who I brought you!" the head wolf strode to the center of the square, reaching out to direct the gaze of the other two to the gray-robed figure behind him.

The corners of the dwarf's mouth rose slightly, "How can the lord of Valley City have time to melt iron and hang out?"

"Don't tease me, Gloria must have told you about the valley, right? she's the real leader of the rats now, and I'm just a sign of living in the tower. "Cheese and André don't have a close relationship, the two of them only met when the Iron Keep was unsealed at the end of the rat-man plague, but that didn't stop the pragmatic dwarf from hitting it off with the efficiency-minded mage from becoming correspondence partners. Coupled with the fact that the Grand Duke of Hammer was also in charge of the Black Mountain Domain, Lothar also needed Andrei's help to regain his title and fiefdom. And when it comes to dealing with the nezumi, the Grand Duke agrees with Cheese's approach, and even gives his most outstanding work, Breath of Dawn, to the mage.

Andre patted the mage who approached on the shoulder, which was a kind of comfort to the other party's experience. It's just that this action is somewhat strange for the dwarves to do it. "Don't worry, Gloria's girl asked me about it, and you might be a little uncomfortable, but it always happens. ”

Cheese politely thanked him, not surprised that the Grand Duke and Gloria were in contact with each other. In fact, after going back to the Grey Tower once, he no longer felt disappointed about the rat man's affairs. "I'm here to ask Jack something, and he said that there is a trial today, so let me come and hear about it. ”

"Hey, it's okay, your position is relatively neutral, and I need your opinion today. The dwarf said in a deep voice, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Shande, who was embarrassed and didn't know whether to come over to say hello.

Just as a few people were talking, two rows of soldiers poured out on both sides of the square, lined up with spears in their hands. One of the soldiers walked up to a few people and knelt on one knee, "Your Excellency, here they are." ”