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Chapter 203: Painful Jenny [Second Guaranteed Update]


Puth Avenue, in front of the Tribunal.

A carriage with a Bronn flag came slowly and stopped in front of the doorstep.

The door opened and Jenny got out of the car.

She was wearing a formal priest's robe and her hair was pulled up in the white priest's hat.

After going up the steps and entering the trial court, and all the way up to the second floor where the formal priests work, they immediately saw that their colleagues had already arrived and were handling daily cases in their respective seats.

"Hey, Miss Jenny."

Someone was a little surprised when they saw Jenny, "I heard that you are sick, are you feeling better?"

Jenny felt a little ashamed, this was the reason his father gave him for asking for leave, and said: "It's better, I made everyone worry."

"That's good."

"Jenny, good morning."

Others also saw Jenny and greeted her.

Jenny responded one by one, and suddenly saw several colleagues gathered in front of another seat, chatting in low voices.

She stepped forward and said, "Are there any big cases recently?"

These people were chatting enthusiastically, and they noticed him only after hearing Jenny's words, and exclaimed: "You're here to work."

"I just came here today."

Jenny looked at the few people curiously and said, "Are you discussing a big case?"

One of the young priests shook his head and said: "We don't have any big cases here in Pus District.

We are talking about the matter at the trial court in Ter District.

Haven't you heard that Deacon Hollett was assassinated?

His real murderer He was finally found, and he turned out to be a young master from the Milan family.

Tsk tsk, do you think these nobles are the same?"

Just as he said this, he suddenly thought that Jenny was also a noble, and an upper-class noble among the nobles, so he stopped immediately.

When Jenny heard his words, her eyes widened and she said: "How is it possible that Deacon Holett was assassinated and it was done by the Milan family?

Why did they want to assassinate Deacon Holett?"

"I don't know."

Another young girl, the priest, shook his head and said, "It is said that Deacon Holett helped the Milan family handle some scandalous cases.

The Milan family was worried that Deacon Holett would be exposed and affect their family, so they sent him away.

Secretly assassinated."

Jenny was stunned and said: "Deacon Howlett has handled so many cases and is fair and strict.

How can he help the Milan family?"

"The trial court in Ter District has already passed the verdict."

The young man from before shrugged and said: "I guess he couldn't resist the temptation of money.

After all, the deacon is also a human being and is short of money."

When Jenny heard his words, she felt a little blocked in her heart, and couldn't help but said: "Is money really so important?

When we become priests, aren't we supposed to punish sins and uphold justice?"

The young girl glanced at her and said, "You are a noble.

You have never been short of money since you were a child.

Naturally, you cannot feel the charm of money."

At this point, when she saw the wink of the young man next to her, she immediately stopped and continued.

Several people looked at each other, and the young man said: "I still have a case to deal with, so I'll go work first."

After saying that, he turned around and returned to his seat.

The other few people also dispersed.

Jenny's face was ugly, and she bit her lips tightly, feeling pain as if the strong wall in her heart had broken.

She silently returned to her seat, but she couldn't muster any passion for work in her heart.

She lay on her desk, lost in thought.

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After a long time, her thoughts recovered a little.

She glanced at the newspaper on the desk of a colleague across from her.

Her heart moved and she stepped forward and said, "Let me borrow your newspaper to read."

When the colleague saw it was her, he smiled and said, "Take it."

Jenny thanked her in a low voice, took some newspapers, returned to her seat and started reading.

“Deacon Howlett’s murderer convicted of assassination” “Vikander Milan is in jail, who is the future successor of the Milan family?”

Seeing the headlines in the newspaper, Jenny's fingers trembled slightly.

Until this moment, she didn't believe that this incident was true.

What she didn't expect was that the murderer turned out to be Weikan, who had proposed marriage to her many times in the past few years.

Virtue, she couldn't help but think of the face of this handsome young man.

The latter pursued her many times in the past three years.

Although she had no idea of ​​getting married to him, she still had a good impression of him.

She didn't expect such a bright and unrestrained person with a bright future.

The noble knight of glory could do such a heinous thing.

"Killing Hollett's wife to silence her."

Jenny felt a little painful when she saw the following report.

Her father often said that you know people but don't know their hearts.

Even a knight of honor certified by the Knights Hall would do such a cruel thing.

She clenched the newspaper tightly, and suddenly, in the folds of the newspaper when she clenched it, she accidentally saw a word.

She just glanced at it, and her heart beat inexplicably, and she looked intently.

I saw a report written in an inconspicuous corner below the newspaper: "The Milan family's Longshan ruby ​​was not lost.

It was a family misunderstanding.

After the trial, the trainee priest Mr.

Dudian was cleared.

At present, the Milan family has given 30,000 gold coins as compensation."

Seeing the record above, Jenny felt her mind go blank with a bang and her mind was buzzing.

After a long time, she came back to her senses and looked at it again, three times in a row to make sure that she had not read it. wrong.

"He was wronged," Jenny murmured to herself, her fingers trembling slightly.

She couldn't help but think of the boy's heartbroken and desperate look when she said goodbye in that dark prison three years ago, as well as his unrepentant expression.

Stubborn words.

"I'm not guilty, why should I admit it?"

"I am not guilty" These words echoed in her ears as if they were yesterday, and she could vaguely feel the grief, anger and strength in them.

"He is really not guilty."

Jenny's eyes were red, and tears fell from her eyes in large numbers, soaking on the newspaper.

"It was me who wronged him, and it was me who didn't believe him."

Her heart felt like a knife cutting, as if She could feel how sad, desperate and painful Du Dian was feeling at that time.

The last look of despair stabbed into her chest like a sharp knife, suffocating her with pain.

In Castle Lane.

Dudian and Fulin were sitting at the breakfast table, eating breakfast.

"Your report was so cryptic.

It didn't mention the Milan family's crimes and the prison sentence you received when you were wronged.

Instead, it focused on the Milan family's compensation."

Fulin folded the newspaper and read it, shaking his head and sighing.

He took a breath and said, "It seems that the Milan family spent a lot of money on it."

Dudian nodded.

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After yesterday's trial, newspapers all over the city were reporting on Holett's assassination case and the Milan family today.

It was like a storm, involving the Milan family, and their reputation was severely hit.

Moreover, this incident had a great impact on the Milan family and the Milan family.

As far as the Trial House is concerned, it is a double-edged sword.

Both sides suffer losses from each other, but the Trial House is lighter and the Milan family is heavier.

As for the impact on the entire aristocratic class, it is so slight that it can be ignored.

Not all civilians admire nobles, and there are many civilians who hate nobles.

Hatred of the rich and worship of the rich are both a kind of psychology, and they also divide people into two categories.

However, no matter how much they hate the rich, they can only tolerate it and not Dare to show it

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