The Dark King

“Is the Longshan ruby ​​found in the junior hunter’s residence called Dudian’s?” Timothy saw the description above, slightly raising his eyebrows and saying to the swordsman: “I remember it, let’s investigate this. When he was called the suspect of 'Du Di'an, he was only a newcomer to the Mellon consortium three years ago, and he was the first to be a scavenger. He accidentally got a magic mark from the outside and was promoted to a hunter."

"Yes, he was just a junior hunter."

“Is there a way for junior hunters to steal one of the three treasures of the Milanese consortium?”

The young swordsman shrugged and said: "Unless the knights recruited by the Milan consortium are a glimpse, I think it is unlikely."

"There is such a clear fall, and you can pass the verdict!" Timothy's face was gloomy. "If this is not the deacon of Hollet, he still doesn't know how many embarrassing things he has involved."

Jian Yan youth sighed: "No one can resist the temptation of wealth, the deacon is also a person, there are families, children, wives, and he himself loves gambling, there are too many places to use money, but the place to pay is too less."

"In any case, the mistake is wrong. Any reason is an excuse!" Timothy snorted and said: "The obvious fall can be passed. Some of the systems in our trial are also contradictory. One case is handed over to a person. Handling, there will always be problems."

The young Jianu looked at her and smiled bitterly: "It is better to talk about it outside. It is because of the penetration of the nobility, so we will be in the inner wall."

"The inner wall area is more complicated than here." Timothy frowned, no more to say, continue to look at the following two cases.

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Milan family, in the hall.

With a bang, Alex slammed the cup on the floor, and the finest tea with a glass of tens of silver coins fell to the ground and soaked the red carpet. He looked at Abel in anger and said, "No way? You I said no way? This is your son!"

Abel’s face was gloomy and said: “I have contacted the Mel family and the Bron family. They have used the resources of the consortium to contact the top of the Jubil Street Trial Office, but they have not responded. This time they are involved in the deacon level. In the assassination case, no one can intervene, and the public opinion led by other consortium newspapers puts too much pressure on them, especially the Scott consortium!"

Having said that, his fingers clenched into fists. "The other consortiums only created pressure. They directly identified Vikander as the murderer and disclosed all the evidence collected in the trial. If there is not enough evidence to prove that small Wei is not guilty, they will not release him."

Alex slammed the crutches on the ground and snarled: "Don't tell me what evidence, I want my grandson to have a lot of hair out!"

Abel's face twitched slightly and said: "I will contact the trial center again." After that, the retreat was gone, and he turned and left.

Several other middle-aged people and noble ladies in the hall looked at each other. One of the middle-aged people went forward: "Father, don't worry too much, you are anxious about your body. Xiaowei is a child who is honest and honest. It’s a knight, I believe he will never make such a rash.”

Alex glanced at the eyes and said, "Is this still used by you? Even if he did it? A deacon, he died when he died. They can't just find a person to sin at the trial. Is it true?"

The middle-aged man gave a slight glimpse and smiled in his heart, no longer saying more.

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Two days passed quickly.

At 7:35 in the morning, the weather is overcast.

In the urban area surrounded by gray lead-ray radiation clouds, a carriage slowly entered and stopped in front of the trial hall in Muir Street. Two figures were on the carriage, namely Du Di'an and Forint.

Although Du Di'an refused, Fulin still insisted on coming over and appeared as a bail, and it was an old aristocrat. How much could increase the success rate of Du Di'an's complaint.

For his kindness, Du Di'an could only take the lead and jumped off the carriage. He supported the old body of Fulin and got off the bus. He took him to the steps and went to the trial.

"Today's judgment court has two cases. After the first one is processed, it is your turn." An official priest who came over to meet Dudian, said that they brought Dudian to the judgment court.

The court is extremely spacious, like an old church. At this moment, many people have come here, most of them are from the consortium news agencies.

"They are the Scott consortium. They are the Green Foundation." Forint and Dudion chose to sit in the middle of a row of people, and introduced Dudian to the origins of these people.

Du Di'an secretly admired Fulin's eyesight, seemingly old, and lived in the old castle of Len. He did not expect to be so familiar with the news agencies of the various consortiums outside, and immediately remembered it.

After a while, suddenly there was a commotion at the entrance to the outside.

Du Di'an and Fulin looked at each other and suddenly changed their expressions. They only saw a group of six or seven people. They were headed by an old man, followed by a dressed gentleman, a middle-aged man with a temperament and a sullen face. Other people behind it, the same expression is silent.

"His name is Alex, the old patriarch of the Milan family." Fulin whispered.

Du Dian smiled, "I know."

Fulin Road: "Behind him is his son, Abel, who is also the current Milan family patriarch. This is a very smart little guy, but his son did not inherit his savvy city."

"Having a smart father is not necessarily a good thing," Dudian said.

"Really, the little guy lacked the temper and won the favor of the old patriarch. It was surrounded by knots and compliments, and it would inevitably float." Fulin nodded.

At this time, Alex and Abel also found a place to sit, they are sitting in the front row of the judgment court.

"There is a high-level management of the Mel family and the Bron family, and there are several other families." Fulin whispered.

Du Di'an nodded, and it was really impossible for Meir and Bron to come in and join the water.

As time went by, more and more people came and officially opened after 9 am.

Three deacon-level priests dressed in pure white silk gowns with gold inlaid laces came to the court to sit down. They were all older. After they pronounced the trial, they soon had a trial knight escorting a figure into the judgment table. It is Vikande.

In just two days, Vikander had already had a bit of smoldering gas. The cockroach grows very fast, slightly stunned, and the hair is not combed as usual, and some sedge. (To be continued.)