What a grand and majestic judgment! Sir Verirez shouted in his heart.

Sir Villes stood up from the seat he had set up, enjoying the eyes of everyone gathering, and whispered to everyone:

"Everyone-"

Hearing this shout, the onlookers gradually calmed down, and they looked at the lord on the platform with complicated eyes.

Sir Villes was not very popular in the orchard because he had done many ridiculous things.

But today he was looking for the missing children for beekeepers, and he was one of the few who really uphold justice for the villagers, so at this time there were still a lot of cheers coming from below.

This made Sir Verres enjoy it even more.

"My people, I think everyone already knows the purpose of my gathering here today - yes, for the beekeeper Cole, for his missing child."

He reached out and pointed the direction the guards brought the witch hunter.

"Just two days ago, this witch hunter came to our white orchard. Then, our poor Cole lost his own child!"

At this moment, Sir Verirez seemed to be addicted to the role of the presiding judge, and did not notice that in addition to the villagers, there were gradually more mercenaries and wanderers coming from afar.

A beekeeper dressed in a red-eyed and swollen eyes came forward and bowed to Sir Vilirez while trembling.

Yarpan smacked his lips and suddenly found that the raisins had no sweetness. He took the dried fruit bag back into his arms and hugged his chest with his hands.

Lann left some of the cavalry to take care of the horses and luggage, and only brought the cavalry who had been resting and resting and raising energy together. This way, the target was smaller and he could temporarily watch the fun with the travelers on the outside.

Leo was panicked, and he was now scared. He pulled the jailer and wanted to speak, but the jailer pressed him and refused to let him move.

"Very good, go down, beekeeper. There is enough evidence for you. Let's invite the next witness."

But this obviously does not comply with the regulations.

She looked at the snake-eyed demon hunter whose expression became extremely calm, then looked at Lann again, and said softly: "Sir, this is a demon hunter, a demon hunter like Mr. Geralt, do we want it..."

The witch hunter with his hands tied up to interrupt the process: "Lord Lord. I should have time to justify myself now."

Sir Vilirez shouted, and immediately a guard came up from behind and slashed hard on the back of the witch hunter with his sword sheath.

The jailer also came on stage as a witness: "When this witch hunter was in the cage, he kept sitting in a strange position, muttering something in his mouth, and he wanted to use magic to leave the prison."

Sir Vilirez stretched his neck and all the villagers' eyes moved to Leo.

The jailer was extremely excited about the lord's inquiry. He searched his target in the crowd: "Leo! You are here, cute guy, come here!"

Sir Vilirez shouted on the stage: "Now, let's invite the first witness~"

In addition to the merchants and bards he had expected, there were also dwarves and a team of more than a dozen soldiers.

"What?" the prison guard was anxious. "You were so scared that you ran out while screaming. He even knocked over the food you sent, right?"

"Listen, Lord Lord, Leo was frightened by the witch hunter and ran away, panicked, and even kicked over the bowl. How scared should a good child who is usually frugal and sensible to do such a thing? He was afraid that he would not dare to face this witch hunter until now!"

Whispering in the crowd, letting Lane know that this is the beekeeper who lost his child.

The child looked at the witch hunter again, and looked at the snake's eyes, and found that he was also looking at him.

The scabbard hit the back of the witch hunter again, causing him to stagger, and the crowd screamed, and even more excited.

Sir Villes whispered: "Then let us summon the next witness to the child who delivers food to the witch hunter."

"Oh," said Sir Verires with pity, "poor child, another child, and fortunately this trial was timely that we saved this child."

"Yes, Lord Lord, I'm sure. And he didn't buy my honey, he didn't give me money!"

The next witness was a peasant woman and said, "I saw this...the witch hunter. He lives in our hotel and always has disgusting traces and pungent smells on his body. It's very scary. He often stares at the passing children with a terrible look... My poor Samo disappeared two years ago, maybe it was the witch hunter who did it..."

House frowned: "If it were in the former Sintra, this lord would be held accountable by the Queen."

"Enough, child." Leo heard the witch hunter talking, speaking to himself, "Thank you for your testimony, but you should go home soon."

Sir Vilirez came in nature: "Are you sure, jailer, that witch hunter wants to escape from the judgment?"

Leo stammered: "He, he did not threaten me. I, I was not scared by him."

Lann picked it in it and found walnuts and accepted it happily.

Dwarf Dowva has been paying attention to this side, and he nodded, "I hate those elves who pretend to behave, but it is undeniable that the process they set up is very important at this time. What we are facing is not like a judgment, but like a farce used by a nobleman to please himself."

The crowd was upset when they heard this. The beekeeper glared at the witch hunter as if he had seen the iron evidence, hoping to take the fork and fight the unarmed witch hunter one-on-one.

"I haven't allowed you to speak yet!" Sir Villes shouted, "Guards!"

Alpan stuffed another handful of raisins into his mouth and echoed: "I have heard the lord's praise, he is like a stupid pig with a saddle."

The jailer was happy.

"Beekeeper, is it really the next day? Just after the witch hunter came to the white orchard, and after the witch hunter bought honey from your house and left?"

In the field, Sir Verires was no longer dressed in fashion. When he saw that the villagers had already recognized the trial process he presided over, he felt a little tired and planned to end the farce. He even skipped the process of letting the witch hunter defend himself and made a final decision:

"I have heard of your reputation, the witch hunter. You use the excuse of killing monsters to force the poor villagers to take out their last savings, otherwise they will slaughter their villages; I have also found a large number of poisons and daggers from you, and obviously you will also be an assassin who kills humans from time to time!"

"I can't control what happened outside, but the sin that happened in the white orchard must be judged righteously!"

"Leo, tell the Lord, how did this witch hunter hurt you, intimidate you, and threaten you when you deliver food, ah?"

Yarpan took out his pocket and took out a bag of dried fruit. He threw a few raisins into his mouth, and politely handed it to Lann with his eyes looking forward.

Milva, who was wild in the jungle, was so angry that she was so angry that she still did not forget her identity.

The witch hunter with comfortable hands in shackles said coldly: "You came to me with a pitchfork and an axe without judgment, and I don't remember that there were women in those gangs."

"Thank you, Lord Lord. That day the witch hunter came to my house to buy honey, but he greedily didn't want to give money. He also hurt my wife and I. I felt that he held a grudge against us, but I didn't expect that during the day the next day, my Yorkjon went out to play with my partner, but never came back..."

Leo was pulled forward by the jailers in a hurry. The sudden gathering of villagers made him scared. He looked at the demon hunter opposite him again and suddenly found that the cold snake eyes in the prison looked extremely calm at this time.

"Lord's wisely... My poor Yorkjon disappeared two days ago. Now my mother cried and fainted, and my wife was also injured by this barbaric foreigner. Not only did he kidnapped my child, he also..."

"Silent! Guards!"

Leo stammered, "I didn't see it. But I seemed to kick something when I ran, maybe I kicked the bowl over."

"Yes, sir, I swear in the name of my mother." The jailer replied in fear and fear in the face of the lord's questioning, "He also tried to resist and escape from prison by force, but fortunately I suppressed him. Look, I still have injuries... He also scared the child. By the way, he scared away the kind-hearted child who delivered him food, and even in the prison, he would not forget his evil intentions!"

"quiet!"

The onlookers were startled by the guards' movements and shouted, with a slightly excited expression.

The beekeeper thanked the lord for a long time and spitted at the witch hunter before leaving. The guards ignored the witch hunter, but instead summoned new witnesses from a bunch of seats.

The unarmed witch hunter bent his waist and knees and almost fell to the ground.

"It's not time yet." Lane replied.

On the scene, the "trial" continues.

Sir Vilirez shouted, and the guards smashed the scabbard hard on the shoulders of the witch hunter, and the onlookers shouted excitedly.

"Oh? Child?" Sir Verirez sat upright, "Are you sure the jailer? Is that child on the scene?"

"Now is the time for witnesses!" Sir Villes declared solemnly, "Let the beekeepers continue to speak!"

Sir Villes stood up at this time. He thought of his summary in advance, and even deliberately approached the style and tone of the opera in order to facilitate the spread. Just saying these lines was enough to be proud:

House, who was watching outside, frowned and communicated with several companions of attendants: "This is not in line with the trial process at all, and the beekeeper provided no evidence."

"You trespassed my territory without reporting, bullied my subordinates, and hurt young children, and refused to hand over his body until today. Even in prison, you did not repent and wanted to escape without honor, and hurt children who showed you kindness.

Your cold blood makes me angry, your crimes must be punished. As the lord of the white orchard, I have the obligation to protect my people, to uphold justice for them, and to judge your sins. I declare: I will sentence you, the nameless witch hunter, to use death penalty—”

The witch hunter kept kneeling in place, but suddenly looked up, and he shouted to block the remaining words of the Lord of the White Orchard:

"I request a trial trial!"
Chapter completed!