The knight stands with his sword in hand.

Like a reef standing in the midst of a surging crowd, the tide spontaneously spreads out from both sides of him.

He watched as Lavinia climbed the stairs of marble and passed through the heavy door with the "Black Eagle Crest" (eagle, lion and cross are the most common coats of arms in Europe) representing the Duchy of Lombardy.

"With a woman's body, she acts fearlessly, she is a true knight."

A deep voice rang out beside Lothar.

The source of the sound is the will of the Gothic plate of the Holy Cross.

Like the shining crosssword, this piece of equipment came with him into this world.

It's just not equipped before.

Perhaps returning to the familiar world, the Gothic plate armor of the Holy Cross has become much more active.

"You know a knight."

Lothar scoffed.

"Of course I know, in the past, when I fought with Maximilian, I saw countless knights, and even helped him win the title of champion knight in the knightly tournaments of the Burgundian court."

"But he abandoned you anyway."

The Holy Cross plate armor silently.

Pitch-black lines emerge from the surface of the armor, replacing the gold streaks that had been used to augment the Radiance.

The voice of the Holy Cross plate armor pretended to be rational: "As an armor, when a more superior substitute appears, it will always be discarded, and I have been with him long enough. Moreover, in St. Stephen's Church, there is also a wonderful leisurely time. ”

Lothar couldn't help but laugh and said, "Okay, what's hard to talk to me, if you really feel laid-back and wonderful, how did you become like this?" ”

It fell silent and said no more.

"Mr. Demon Wolf!"

The young man's excited voice sounded not far away.

Looking back, I saw the young man squeezing out of the crowd and looking at him a little nervously.

Lothar was a little surprised: "Are you calling me?" ”

"Yes."

"Now is not the time to explain the nickname, I see a group of members of the Sassari family, dressed in the uniforms of law enforcers, coming towards this side in a menace, most likely to disperse those present who want to get justice for Mr. Madeleine."

He hesitated, then added, "If they find out you're there, it might be against you." ”

Lothar frowned, according to common sense, after last night's incident, the Sassari family has lost the last chance to turn the table hard, and in today's court, the forces of all parties who have long been dissatisfied with the Sassari family should make trouble.

But that's just common sense.

A patchwork puppet-like loose family cannot be considered according to common sense.

What the master behind them wants them to do, even if it is against their own interests, they still have to do it.

The crowd suddenly erupted, and nearly 100 thugs from the Sassari family, dressed in law enforcement uniforms, wielded sticks — the instruments used by law enforcement officers to whip themselves and symbolize authority.

They lined up and pressed on.

The crowd also kept retreating.

The long-term fear of the family makes these ordinary people really unable to resist when facing the family thugs.

It is also the most sensible choice.

Because of the occasional few young people who stood up to resist, they were immediately knocked to the ground with rods by the thugs of the Sassari family, and their heads were bleeding.

"You go first, they can't do anything against me."

Lothar grabbed the boy by the shoulders and shoved him back into the crowd.

The Sassari thugs went further, and the people took a step back.

Soon, it was Lothar's turn.

"Get out of here!"

"This is not the place for you."

The thugs warn as they move forward.

Bang –

Seeing that Lothar did not move, a wolf thug raised the beam stick in his hand and smashed it on the top of Lothar's head, but only made a crisp sound, and Lothar's body did not even move.

Under his helmet, Lothar glared at him with a cold look.

"What are you, fuck off!"

The thugs glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but feel a trace of fear in their hearts.

This is still the premise that Lothar did not exert the power of the Dark Lord, otherwise, these thugs who even have horns are rare things, they would have been scared to the core.

"What are you doing in a daze, dismantling his tin cans and throwing him into the water prison!"

"What age are you, do you still think you can fight against the wolf clan by wearing a tin can?"

A leading horn shouted an order.

But as a result, there was a lot of mourning in front of Lothar.

Shicai was arrogant, knocked over, knocked down many ordinary thugs, and was knocked down by Lothar, with a broken bone at the light and a broken hand and foot at the worst.

"This guy, is it the one from the Saluzo family?"

Soon, the movement here attracted the centurion who was hiding behind the scenes, and he took a closer look, and his expression suddenly changed greatly: "Boy, you still dare to come out?" ”

"Now, there's no Bologna woman to help you."

Lothar sneered, "Why, do you think you can fight me without Ravinia's help?" None of you are my match on a full moon night, let alone during the day. ”

"If it works, try it and find out."

The centurion gritted his teeth, sneered and ordered: "Blow the trumpet, gather all the good hands in the vicinity, and the time has come to wash away the shame." ”

Lothar was in a slightly gloomy mood, this group of crazy people seemed to really plan to do it in broad daylight.

On the Saint Cross plate armor, the black lines have become clearer.

It belongs to the dark power, gradually fermenting.

A deep voice rang out: "Lothar, we're going to fight alone. ”

"yes."

Lothar clenched the glittering cross-armed sword, which was covered in black mist.

Bang –

The courtroom door slowly closed.

Mr. Madeleine was put in the dock, he did not look as young as he was, his beard was scruffed and his hands and feet were shackled, and two prison guards followed him closely, as if he were not an ordinary man, but a murderous maniac with great combat power and great threat.

At the jury, there was a crowd of well-dressed gentlemen, looking at Mr. Madelan with different expressions.

Some are sympathetic, after all, although Mr. Madelan was not very friendly with them before, he is still a kind of person.

are all factory owners with no background, starting from scratch step by step, and experiencing blackmail from the wolf clan.

But they also have the least say.

Some are sneering, some are impatient.

Others are simply for fun and with great interest.

In front of the presiding judge, there is a gold-encrusted gavel, and next to him are two senior judges who act as deputies, and the three of them sit on the high judgment seat, which means that they are as just as the scales.

Madelan's expression was obviously a little shocked when he saw Lavinia, but he quickly calmed down: "Thank you, Miss Lavinia, I didn't expect you to really come to Milan to defend me. ”

"Didn't they inform you, well, I don't think they either."

Lavinia sighed, her application for shelter in Madeirine had been written and submitted to the courts of Turin and Milan before she left.

"Judge Lavinia Bologna, are you sure you want to defend the defendant Victor Madelan?"

The presiding judge with the eagle emblem on his head, with a threat in his voice, is not from the family, but he is a partner of the Yakexi family, and his position on this trial is self-evident.

This seemingly impartial court, in the eyes of many people, has no authority at all.

Even if the wolf clan, wealthy merchants, and nobles kill people on the street, and the evidence is conclusive, they can change the sentence from murder to manslaughter step by step, and then to manslaughter, until they are not guilty.

Most of the jury members, even if they entered here, they only walked through the vegetable market as if they were going to the vegetable market, or even did not attend at all, and sent a butler to appear in their place, even if it was to save face for the presiding judge.

"I'm sure."

Lavinia's expression was very solemn, even though the people on the jury, who were more talking about her wolf clan identity, last night's record, and didn't care what kind of statement she was about to make, she still maintained respect for the court.

"Let's get started."

The presiding judge sighed lightly and dropped the gavel.

The noisy jury was a little quieter, at least it didn't look like a vegetable market anymore.

The eyes of the people were all looking at Lavinia, and even if there were people from the Bologna family present, Lavinia could not see much encouragement and support in their eyes.

There is a huge courtroom, but she seems to be fighting alone.

(End of chapter)