"Good day, Your Excellency. Pen %Fun %Cabinet www.biquge.info" Mrs. Salit tossed the golden hair from her shoulders to the back of her head.

This must be a lady of noble blood, it is said that only in a city far from White Rock Town can have such blood, it is a duke, his family has inherited such charming and beautiful hair, of course, Owen has only heard of it, he has never seen it.

It's a frivolous gesture that a lady wouldn't do. However, Mrs. Salit's actions do not make people feel frivolous at all, but there is an indescribable ease, and only between people who know each other very well will such relaxation, and will do these private little movements.

"Now please raise your holy left hand, it will be a judgment full of justice and fairness. Owen raised the white staff of judgment in his hand and blessed himself with healing, so that the divine light would continue until the end of the vote by a show of hands.

"Morgriet is guilty, please raise your hand!" the young adjudicator Owen's first verdict rang out over the wilderness of Whitestone. As usual, there were only four people in White Rock who were qualified to participate in the ruling, and in addition to Mrs. Salit, there were three people in the back, one was Daddy Angel in the tavern, one was Ranger Durant, and one had a face hidden in a black cloak.

Behind Mrs. Salitt, three hands were raised in unison.

"Shit, did you all eat shit. Mrs. Salit looked back, then turned again, her anger spurting from her eyes, staring at Owen deadly. The poor midshipman remembered what his teacher had said before leaving, and you must remember in Whitestone that you must not anger Lady Salit.

"Poor Morgridt is the only blacksmith in Whitestone, the only blacksmith. You know, the only blacksmith. Lady Salit's fingers poked into the midshipman's chest like a sword. Owen didn't know if he would fall on the wilderness of Whitestone in the next second.

Thankfully, Owen was not alone in Mrs. Salit's wrath, and soon he had companions.

"Angel because of you old pervert, fool, the door of your tavern was repaired by Roglet, if he is guilty, who will help you repair the gate next time. Mrs. Salit stared into Daddy Angelin's eyes.

"That stupid boy from the Western Ghats already owes me a lot of money for drinks. There are ten gold moores. Angel's face flushed with his father's face.

"There is a proverb in the Western Ghats that a gray dwarf who does not owe money for wine will not be a good blacksmith. Are you worried that you won't be able to pay for your drinks as long as he can work?" said Mrs. Salitt, in a loud voice.

"One-handed knife ranger Durant, do you actually think poor Roglitt is guilty. Maybe I should call you Bladeless Ranger, right? Have you forgotten who picked up your broken knife for you?" Lady Salitt's anger poured out on the Ranger. The man who had hidden his figure under the black cloak hurriedly lowered his raised left hand.

Mrs. Salit turned her gaze to poor Owen, who had never been in such a situation, he was only a midshipman.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, under the witness of the Light, this dispute needs to be re-adjudicated. "Madame Salit made a perfect Duke of Plantagenet salute to the poor shivering midshipman.

"Well, a new vote can be taken. The apprentice knight shuddered. He suddenly felt the Staff of Judgment in his hand become extraordinarily heavy.

Apprentice Knight Owen straightened up, coughed twice, and raised the white Staff of Judgment in his hand high. "Morgritte's innocent hand. ”

With a thud, all four of them raised their hands.

The people of the wilderness were apparently accustomed to such situations. Owen's nose flushed with excitement. "Under the guidance of the light, Mowglitte was declared innocent. ”

The crowd erupted in cheers, and someone dragged Mowglitte to the ground. Seven or eight hands moved together and threw Mowglitte high.

"Shit, you shit, I haven't finished my rum, I haven't finished it. "Morgritte's hands are empty.

"I'm willing to bet Mogg will be fine, but unfortunately no one will bet with me. Otherwise, I'd have made a fortune this time. An old man with a red nose in the crowd joined the crowd, he was not tall and could not squeeze into the middle.

"Poor Mogg has been troubled for the first time, it seems like the fifth. Each ruling has his share. Hey, I get out every time. He's really lucky Mogg. Someone in the crowd said.

"The only blacksmith in Whitestone, if you're also a blacksmith, Mogg will be out of luck next time. But to be honest, his craft really sucks enough. "There were people in the crowd who complained.

"Where birds don't, what skilled blacksmith would want to come? Be content, and a crappy blacksmith is better than nothing. I remember how sad it was to live without a blacksmith. Even nailing a horseshoe has to be done by yourself. I can't help but live days like this again. Someone in the crowd said.

"Let us rejoice, lucky Mowglitte, and may you live a long life. The cheers in the crowd grew louder and louder. Morkriet was tossed high and then caught by several pairs of hands.

Poor Mowglitte let out one screamer after another, and he had a severe fear of heights. This is a shameful thing for a gray dwarf from the Western Ghats that he does not want to mention to others. It's a pity that they are now completely exposed to the crowd in the wilderness.

"It's an unfair thing, absolutely unfair. The forgotten Mr. Goblin looked at his shaking thighs and fell into deep despair. The two ears on the back of his head began to flutter regularly.

"It's fair, Miki-kun, the verdict witnessed by the adjudicator is the fairest thing under the sun. Mrs. Salit crouched on the ground. "Put away your anger. It's not good for you at all. Even if you're sitting inside a black iron golem, I think it's a stupid thing to do. You don't think that a black iron golem can run amok in Whitestone. ”

Angry goblins plunged their hands into the hard earth of the wilderness, leaving green blood behind.

"The arm that Roglit helped you transform was made of materials provided by Miki-kun, right?" Lady Salit stared at Mr. Goblin with a gloomy gaze.

The angry goblin nodded.

"Loglit doesn't even have a stove, he can only do some tinkering, and you actually gave him the black iron alloy to get it, so you should be the one who should be punished. Miki-kun. Mrs. Salit said.

"Everyone who comes to White Rock has his own purpose, and if you want to get your stuff back, come to the dueling arena. You can vent your anger there. Lady Salit stood up and said before leaving, in front of the goblins.