Zhao Mai's gray horse moved uneasily under his crotch, only the whisper of the druid could silence it for a moment, and Zhao Mai was looking down at the small village in the valley, which was adjacent to the stream, and the clear water of the stream, which would have provided drinking water for all the inhabitants, was now stained red by the blood flowing from the corpses of the inhabitants. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the group entered the forest, it began to rain, and the light rain had little effect, but it didn't stop. The water vapor in the forest enveloped them like a white mist, and the black clouds were above them, obscuring the stars again. If there is no more frenzied north wind that descends here, I am afraid that these dark clouds will not disperse anytime soon.

The goblins cursed all the way, and they seemed to understand their fate, so they began to get agitated. When things go bad, the goblins will surrender in order to save their lives. But if surrender doesn't save their lives, the goblins will begin to die.

The strong man carried a logging axe, always ready. As soon as the goblin tries to break free from the shackles, he rushes up and comes up with an axe. There was no hiding this emotion in his eyes, which gave the goblins a great deal of fear, and made them dare not move. This continued until they saw the village in the forest, and then the paladins looked at the goblins with the same gaze.

"There are four families in the village, 23 people, and now I am the only one left. The strong man said to Zhao Mai, who was riding beside him: "They found this hidden and comfortable valley and built a village by the creek with their own hands. They took me in and made me a home here. We don't have lords, we don't have to pay taxes, we manage everything by ourselves. We were free and happy until the goblins appeared. I don't think they have any need for judgment other than death. Stinky boy, you can't strike a balance in this matter. ”

There's always a way to balance. Zhao Mai didn't say a word, and the rain slipped down his cheeks. He didn't seem to hear anything except the clanging sound of raindrops hitting the metal barrel of the megalodon. The tragic situation of the village shocked him, and the dead villagers were unarmed, they were killed in a sudden and unexpected situation, and the horror and sorrow on their faces were frozen by death. The rain was dripping on it, and they seemed to be weeping.

A killing field is not the same as a battlefield. The latter will also have tragedy, but the former will only have sorrow, or anger, and will never be magnificent. Hézel walked into the town with the emblem of Goddess Iometre in her hands and said her final prayers to the dead. She did not allow the spirits, demons, and spirits to harm the corpses, and she prayed loudly that the souls of the dead would find a peaceful home under the blessing of the good gods.

"I don't want to waste my time, just do what you want. The strong man looked at Hazel, he knew that she was the leader of these paladins, and he also knew that paladins were a group of people who would stick to the rules and would not change. "You little ladies, when you see the scene in front of you, who can say that you can let the goblins live, and who can vouch for them? Ha, it's no good to talk too much, now you understand?"

Hazel bit her lip and clutched the emblem tightly in her hand, the edge of the metal pressing into the skin of her hand, the power of the goddess supporting her. However, she learned more about the skills of battle and the strategy of destroying enemies in the temple of the goddess, and she was not proficient in the rituals and regulations. The goddess punishes evil, but does not interfere with the lord's power and the ruling power of the village elders' council, and the temple does not judge alone except for blasphemy. It stands to reason that the three goblins should be handed over to the village's autonomous organization, whether the mayor or the council of elders. But now there was only one person in the village, one filled with anger and hatred. Judging by his actions of chopping up the corpses of goblins, there is only one fate for these "criminals", and that is death.

This is not in line with the Goddess's desire to transform evil as much as possible.

She was caught in a dilemma, so she never handed over the goblin to the strong man. Hazel looked at her sisters, they had rarely seen such a horrific scene as the slaughter of the village, and they all pursed their lips and couldn't speak. No one could tell her what she should do until her eyes saw Zhao Mai.

This druid was young, but he had a wealth of knowledge and a brilliant mind, and he was always able to solve problems in unexpected but reasonable ways. Hazel thought for a moment, since she had doubts in her heart, why not seek his wisdom?

"Mike, Mike?" Hazel walked up to Zhao Mai's horse, tugged at the reins, and said, "How do you think a trial should be organized?"

"Yes, I don't have any other requirements, don't procrastinate, these goblins must die. The strong man hugged his arms and glared at Zhao Mai.

It's not irreconcilable, Zhao Mai thought. He turned his mind with the effort of dismounting, and had a draft in his heart, so he said: "In this case, then you will listen to my arrangement, and I will give you a fair trial." ”

In fact, the content of the trial is very simple, because there are both human and material evidence. The witness was a strong man, a man named Butcher Snyford, who had identified the goblins and correctly matched the weapons they used in battle. The physical evidence is all in the trophies of the goblins, and some earrings and gold teeth can be corresponded to the corpses.

"Goblins, do you have anything to defend against the accusations, and if you don't think you did it, give me the evidence. ”

The goblins looked at each other, they didn't know why the identity of the druid in front of them changed back and forth, one moment saying that they had killed the whole village, and the other time they were telling themselves that they had not done it. This doubt even overshadowed the fear of death, and the three goblins stood still, with only muffled voices coming out of their mouths, unable to utter any complete words.

"See, they can't come up with any evidence. Zhao Mai turned to the paladins: "As representatives of justice and objectivity, can you now draw conclusions based on what I said before? ”

"Well, of course, we all agree on that. Hazel was also a little dizzy. Zhao Mai arranged the identity of each of them, what prosecution, defense, jury, judge. Such a setup has never been seen even in the temple of Abadar, which is the most law-conscious, and it seems cumbersome, but it does make sense when you think about it. At least this cold, strict procedure allows everyone to calm down and analyze the whole thing.

"I just wanted to know the end result. Butcher Snyford retrieved a bone chopping knife from his home and stared at the goblins.

"According to the laws and customs of the village itself, the sentence will be the death penalty. Because the goblins surrendered in the battle and returned to the village as a prisoner. With this in mind, their sentences should be commuted to a certain extent. So the final verdict is hanging, and Butcher you can start setting up the rack and preparing the ropes. ”

"Are you kidding?!" the strong man and the paladin said in unison, "Why hanging/not servitude?"

"You two are enough!" Zhao Mai roared angrily and stretched out his hand to separate the two. Of course, he didn't have enough strength to push Butcher, and he didn't get his hand on Hazel's chest - he was slammed open by the iron fist. Zhao Mai rubbed his red and swollen hands and said: "The process of the trial took care of the due interests of all parties, and the judgments made can stand the test, so they should also be respected and enforced. Hazel, ask your goddess and your heart, is there anything to question in the course of the trial?"

The paladin shook her head, the procedure was perfect, and she had nothing to say about this.

"Butcher, you asked the three goblins to die for their sins, and now your purpose has been achieved. But you want more, you want to vent your anger in more brutal ways, which is a lynching tyranny, which is already an evil practice. These goblins are captives of the paladins, and you should respect that. We've eliminated the goblins, and we're on the same side as you here, aren't we?"

"Hmm...... Okay, I'm going to go find the rope. Butcher looked at the six paladins, and although he was still a little unconvinced, he slapped his face vigorously and said, "I can't find your fault, so I can take a step back." But it's a delay!"