"The Longshan ruby was found at the residence of this junior hunter named Du Dian."
Timothy saw the description above, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said to the sword-scarred young man: "If I remember well, we were investigating this guy named Du Dian earlier.
At the time of the suspect, he was just a new hunter who first joined the Mellon Consortium three years ago, and he was a scavenger at first.
He accidentally got a magic mark from outside the wall and was promoted to a hunter.
"Yes, he was just a junior hunter at that time."
"Can a junior hunter steal one of the three treasures of the Milan Consortium?"
The sword-scarred young man shrugged and said, "Unless the knights recruited by the Milan Consortium are all rubbish, I think it is unlikely."
"Such an obvious false accusation can actually pass the verdict."
Timothy's face was gloomy.
"If this deacon named Howlett hadn't died, I don't know how many dirty things he was involved in."
The sword-scarred young man sighed: "No one can resist the temptation of wealth.
After all, priests and deacons are also human beings.
They also have families, children, and wives.
Moreover, he loves gambling.
There are too many places where money is needed, but there are too many places where money comes from. few."
"No matter what, a mistake is a mistake, and any reason is an excuse."
Timothy snorted coldly and said: "Such an obvious frame-up can be passed.
Some of the systems in our trial court are also contradictory.
A case is handed over to one person to handle. , something will always go wrong.”
The sword-scarred young man glanced at her and said with a wry smile: "It's better not to discuss this outside.
It is precisely because we consider the infiltration of nobles that we, the punishers, stay in the inner wall area."
"The inner wall area is more complicated than here."
Timothy frowned, said nothing more, and continued to read the following two cases.
Milan family, in the hall.
With a bang, Alex threw the teacup on the ground.
A cup of fine strong tea worth dozens of silver coins spilled on the ground, soaking the red carpet.
He looked at Abel angrily and said, "There is no way you can follow me."
Say there is nothing you can do about it, this is your son."
Abel's face was as gloomy as water, and he said: "I have contacted the Mel family and the Bron family.
They have used the resources of the consortium to contact the senior officials at the Terr Street Trial House, but there has been no reply.
This time, they are involved at the deacon level.
No one can intervene in the assassination case, and the public opinions guided by other consortium newspapers put too much pressure on them, especially the Scott Consortium."
Having said this, he clenched his fingers tightly into fists, "The other consortiums were just building momentum and putting pressure.
They directly identified Vikander as the murderer and made all the evidence collected in the trial public.
Now, if there is no sufficient evidence to prove that Xiao If he is not guilty, they will not release him.”
Alex banged the cane on the ground and roared: "Don't tell me any evidence, what I want is for my grandson to come out with a hair in his hair."
Abel's face twitched slightly and he said: "I will contact the trial court again."
After saying that, he turned around and left without even saying goodbye.
Several other middle-aged people and ladies in the hall looked at each other, and one of them stepped forward and said, "Father, don't worry too much.
You're worried about your health.
Xiao Wei, this kid has been honest since he was a child, and He is a knight, I believe he would never act so recklessly.”
Alex's eyes widened and he said: "It doesn't matter what you say.
Even if he does it, what if he is a deacon?
If he dies, he will die.
Their trial office can just find someone to take the blame.
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It has to be so serious."
The middle-aged man suffocated slightly, smiled bitterly in his heart, and said no more.
Two days passed quickly.
It’s 7:35 in the morning, the weather is cloudy.
In the city shrouded in gray lead-gray radiation clouds, a carriage slowly drove in and stopped in front of the trial house on Ter Street.
Two figures got off the carriage, namely Dudian and Fulin.
Although Du Dian refused, Fulin still insisted on following him and appeared as a bailor.
He was also an old nobleman, which could increase the success rate of Du Dian's appeal.
Dudian could only accept his kindness.
He jumped out of the carriage first, helped Fulin's old body out of the carriage, and helped him up the steps to the trial court.
"There are two cases in the judgment court today.
After the first one is processed, it will be your turn."
A formal priest who came to greet Du Dian and the others said, and brought Du Dian and Du Dian to the judgment court.
This judgment court is extremely spacious, like an old church.
Many people have come here at this moment, most of them are people from various consortium news agencies.
"They are from the Scott Consortium, they are from the Greene Consortium."
Fulin and Dudian chose to sit down in the middle of a row with few people, and introduced the origins of these people to Dudian.
Dudian secretly admired Fulin's eyesight.
He seemed to be old and had lived in Lane Castle for a long time.
He didn't expect to be so familiar with the people from the news agencies of various outside consortiums, so he immediately made a note of it secretly.
After a while, there was suddenly a commotion at the entrance outside.
Du Dian and Fulin turned their heads to look, and their expressions suddenly changed slightly.
They saw a group of six or seven people coming, led by an old man, followed closely by a middle-aged man dressed as a gentleman and with a straight temperament.
His face was gloomy.
The other people behind him also had silent expressions.
"His name is Alex, and he is the old patriarch of the Milan family."
Fulin whispered.
Dudian smiled slightly, "I know."
Fulin said: "Behind him is his son, Abel, who is also the current patriarch of the Milan family.
He is a very smart little guy.
It is a pity that his son did not inherit his smart city."
"Having a smart father may not be a good thing."
Dudian said.
"Indeed, that little guy lacks training, and he is favored by the old patriarch.
He is surrounded by flattery and compliments, so it is inevitable that he will float."
Fulin nodded.
At this time, Alex, Abel and others also found their seats.
They were sitting in the front row of the sentencing court.
"Behind are the senior managers of the Mel family and the Bron family, as well as several other families."
Fulin introduced in a low voice.
Dudian nodded.
It was indeed impossible for the Mel and Bron families to come and join this troubled water.
As time went by, more and more people came, and after nine o'clock in the morning, the court officially opened.
Three deacon-level priests wearing pure white silk robes with gold lace came to the court and sat down.
They were all older and sat down.
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After they announced the verdict, a figure was escorted into the judgment table by a knight of trial soon after.
It's Vikander.
After not seeing each other for just two days, Vikander already had a somewhat decadent air.
His stubble had grown very quickly and he looked a little slovenly.
His hair was not as shiny as usual and was a little sloppy
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