"I confess that all the acts alleged by Mr. Holmes, including murder, robbery, cover-up, and sale of stolen goods, do not require him to provide evidence, but I have it myself. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

There was an eerie silence in the courtroom, and in stark contrast to the uproar just now, the juries did not talk to each other, not even exclamations.

"I am willing to go to trial, I accept the verdict of the jury against me. ”

"No," the judge finally decided not to give Professor Moriarty time, he couldn't stand this man anymore, and he pushed a trial into a realm that the judge couldn't understand at all, "the jury vote hasn't come yet, you have to provide all the evidence you can to prove ......"

"Legally," Professor Moriarty unceremoniously interrupted the judge, and he took onlookers for granted, "it is the plaintiff's duty to provide evidence." Of course, after I admit it, Mr. Holmes doesn't have to do anything more, everybody, everybody there, gets a consensus, I did those things, and the next thing is the jury vote, which is in accordance with the law...... Spirit. ”

The judge wanted to say something, but he didn't realize that Professor Moriarty had already begun his long-prepared speech, and apparently, the professor would not let him break his rhythm.

"My compatriots, the laws of Brittania are unique and different from all the laws of the world of the king of the world. ”

The sentence drew a burst of low laughter, a perfect beginning.

"The jury mechanism, the greatest feature of our Brittan law, contains one of the most important and core spirits, that is, nothing can prevail over justice!"

Even the judge couldn't help but applaud the professor.

"This is the core of the law and the reason why I am asking for a jury vote to begin today, I know that what I am doing is right, and I believe that a righteous trial will give me praise, not rigidity, punishment!"

Moriarty resembles a Barria lion who has just killed a group of soldiers in the gladiatorial arena, walking back and forth showing off the blood stains on his mane, looking forward to his own pride.

"I killed people, but the deceased deserved it, and the law spared them, and it was I who did justice! I robbed, and I took back the property that was taken away, and I didn't take any of it! I shielded criminals, they are innocent people persecuted by the law! I accept the homeless, the outlaws, because that is the demand of justice!"

"Brittany, in the name of law, is encroaching on justice, but justice will never disappear! I believe that justice will never fail, because everyone, a man of conscience, knows what justice is!"

"Hooray, Brittany!

Everyone stood up and shouted after the professor, and they became the same voice in an instant.

Except for Magellan and Sherlock Holmes.

"Now, please make your verdict, in the name of justice!"

An eerie atmosphere swept over the jury.

"Let's start voting. ”

The judge finally gave in, announced the start of the vote as the professor wanted, and then sat alone at the top of the courtroom wondering if he had really turned his back on justice.

Magellan put his vote in the ballot box and waited for the final result.

......

"The countess's charts are very detailed, especially from here," the first mate's finger swept over the charts, passing from east to west a sea area where few details appear on the extant charts, "and here the area is ...... chronicles."

Francis laughed, he knew it was hard to believe, but the facts were the facts: "The countess went to the place where Magellan hid the charts and wrote down the fairway." ”

The remark drew an uneasy silence.

"Don't worry," Francis said with a loud laugh that drowned out the sound of the waves outside, "the countess didn't take the charts, otherwise the royal airship fleet of Brittanya would have been out long ago." ”

"Really?"

The one who spoke was the new Hawkman, a short man with a very different appearance from ordinary humans, his eyes were a rare gray among Hawkmen, and his gaze was not sharp, but determined.

"I spent more than a dozen years long before the Countess's voyage looking for a route westward across the ocean," explained an old man in place of Francis, "and after she was gone, no ship in our world began to sail, absolutely none." ”

The Hawkman seemed to want to say something, but Francis choked him back: "No one can prepare for a voyage before the sailor's circle is alarmed." ”

Looking at Francis's finger pointing to the ground, the Hawkman finally didn't say anything more.

"This route ......," the first mate sighed as he looked at the chart, his performance resonated with everyone present, "No wonder we spent so much time and couldn't find a clue, it's terrible." ”

"How did the Countess do it?"

"She brought a navy, even more terrifying than a navy, and we have reliable information that she is a master of magic and one of the best experts on pirate history in the world. ”

Francis nodded, looking closely at the twists and turns of the chart route.

The route connected a dozen islands, traversed a treacherous stretch of water almost entirely reef shoals, rubbed shoulders with a large whirlpool, and finally arrived at a large island that had never appeared on any chart, all the while walking with the sailors' reapers, the River Styx.

"Can the Countess find out such a route on her own?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I remember that the countess had a good relationship with Magellan. ”

"No, don't underestimate that person, and she did spend a lot of time near this sea. ”

"I don't think there's anything to argue about. Francis finally convinces everyone with a purely emotional conclusion, "Don't you want to go down a circle like this?"

"Hah!" the first mate laughed.

"Agreed!"

"So, let me introduce you to each other. ”

Francis was the first to walk up to the strong man: "My first mate." ”

And then the old man: "Historian, Magellan must have left a lot of things, let him tell you later." ”

Next came the eagleman: "Navigator, make sure we don't get lost." ”

The fourth was a thin man: "Cook, he's in charge of supplies, don't offend him." ”

The fifth was four identical men: "Sailor, the four of them have never taken three copies, and you will like them." ”

Finally, he himself: "Captain, helmsman, never, never hate me, we are in this group, I may make you feel annoying, but you must listen to me." ”