After Lloyd opened the scroll, his two eyes kept scanning Maurice's parchment scroll a few times, and then picked up the parchment scroll given by Eddie and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help frowning.

"What's going on?" Lloyd looked at Aaron and then at Mosley, lost his head in thought, then shook his head again, smiled wryly, and handed the parchment to Metcalfe next to him.

Metcalfe also looked at it a few times, and showed the same expression as Lloyd, but he didn't think much about it, but looked at Lloyd: "Judge Sir, do you want everyone to see this parchment too?"

Lloyd nodded: "Since it is also evidence, let everyone see it, so that the judges can have some assessment in their hearts." ”

After receiving Lloyd's instructions, Metcalfe cast the spell again, and another mist appeared in the air, and a parchment roll of the same material as before appeared in the mist.

"Huh? this ......"

An incredible exclamation was heard from within the hall, and the same handwriting appeared on another parchment scroll.

This...... It's hard to believe. Could it be that a person writes two diametrically opposed letters at the same time?

"Please see clearly, the letter I brought over is completely different from his, especially in the cashier's office, in addition to the signature of the acting patriarch Bunian, there is also the signature of the current patriarch Hood. Therefore, my share represents the true will of the dwarves, and his share is just a counterfeit. Moseley chuckled.

"You ......" Eddie glared angrily, and pointed at Moseley with a trembling other hand, unable to say a word in anger.

I thought that after getting the letter from Bunian, not to mention 100% could prove Aaron's innocence, but at least it could guarantee that Aaron would not be sentenced. If it was just a prisoner, there would still be a chance to maneuver, but Moseley pulled out the parchment roll that caught him off guard.

Did Bunian really write two letters? No, it can't be like that......

If Bunyan had actually written a two-way letter, he wouldn't have ......

Eddie looked at Miturin, who looked at Moseley with a mocking look on his face with a serious expression. If he were to return to Tanya, Miturin probably wouldn't mind talking to Moseley specifically.

In contrast, Aaron's expression was much more normal, because the current situation was no different from what he thought.

Aaron had already thought of this possibility since he didn't gain an advantage in the votes in the morning. After he met Moseley, the idea grew stronger, and the reality was that his conjecture was not wrong.

"Are there any witnesses or exhibits on either side? If not, twenty judges will now be called to vote. ”

"Wait a minute, Judge General, we have one more witness who hasn't come, I wonder if we can wait a little longer?" Mitulin interrupted Lloyd by raising his hand.

"Wait a while?" the presiding judge frowned, "How long is it going to take?"

"An hour. Miturin said.

"What are you kidding? It's five o'clock now, and I have something to do tonight. Don't let this affect my plans to disturb my plans. The fat man on the judgment table on the right side of the judgment table shouted loudly.

"Count Balluff, are you going to go on a date with Miss Gratty tonight......?"

Mitulin didn't finish his sentence, but everyone in the hall understood what he meant.

"Don't talk nonsense, I don't have this plan......"

Finding that it had become the focus of everyone in the hall, Balluff immediately relented and hurriedly explained, but behind him, a young man stood up, grabbed his clothes, and roared loudly.

"You bastard! How dare you chase my woman! I'm going to abolish you today!"

"Listen to me, Count Brian, things are not what you imagined. Balluff immediately explained softly.

"Judge, please forgive me for my rudeness, I have to figure out this matter today. I think even if there are two less judges, all of you here will be able to make a fair judgment, I'm sorry. Brian bowed to Lloyd, then pulled Balluff away from the judgment seat, "Fat pig, I'll kill you today and see who can save you!"

"Judge the Lord...... Ladies and gentlemen...... Help me, I'm really going to be killed......"

Balluff struggled as best he could, but was dragged out of the room by Brian.

Aaron's eyes widened, it was unbelievable that such a farce had been staged on the day of judgment that was so important to him, could it be that for these people, a life is not as good as a date?

For the first time, Aaron was disappointed with the country.

But the farce is not over yet.

"Ahem, sometimes men still have to control themselves. But, then again, it's not too early. My family lives in the suburbs, quite far from this place. Anyway, the evidence is conclusive, and waiting for any more witnesses and evidence is just a waste of time, so why don't you hurry up and vote first?" said a short and thin man on the same side of the bench.

Miturin looked at the person who spoke, about fifty years old, his hair was carefully combed, neatly attached to his head, and he looked extremely energetic, but he kept his head down, and did not dare to look at Miturin.

"Earl Steven, why do you want to live in such a remote place? With your financial resources, you can buy a villa in the center of the city. It's not like you can't afford it. Miturin squinted his eyes and whispered, his clenched fists trembling at this time.

"Hu ...... Nonsense, where do I have the money?"

Steven's tone immediately weakened, but his eyes looked away, not daring to make eye contact with Mitulin.

"Where's the money? I think about it...... By the way, didn't you just receive a thousand gold coins from the Pagina Comptoir two days ago?

Miturin's words were like a dagger stuck in Steven's heart, and Steven's eyes widened in disbelief.

"How do you know?"

Steven blurted out, and suddenly realized that he was admitting it by saying this, and immediately denied it.

"No, you, Duke Miturin, you dare to slander me! ”

"You don't have to go to His Majesty tomorrow, Earl Steven, when this trial is over, you can come to my office and explain what is going on. An elderly man in his sixties from the judgment seat opposite said to Steven.

"Count Alva, I am innocent, you must believe me. A fine layer of cold sweat appeared on Steven's forehead.

"Don't worry, we have time today, today is not enough for tomorrow. You have to believe that we can figure this out. Although Alva's tone of voice was no different from usual, his face was unusually ugly.

"Yes......"

Steven sat limply in his seat, feeling that the future was getting farther and farther away from him. (To be continued.) )