Chapter 127 The Judgment in White Orchard
What a grand and majestic trial! Sir Virileth shouted in his heart.
Sir Villiers stood up from the seat he had specially set up, enjoying the gazes of everyone who gathered at once, and shouted to everyone:
"Everyone--"
Hearing this shout, the onlookers came one after another. It became quiet for a while, and they looked at the lord on the high platform with complicated eyes.
Sir Villiers was not very popular in White Orchard because he had done many ridiculous things.
But today he was searching for the missing children for the beekeepers, which was one of the few things that really brought justice to the villagers, so at this time, there were still a lot of faint cheers coming from below.
This made Sir Villiers enjoy it even more.
"My people, I think you all already know the purpose of why I gathered you here today - yes, for the beekeeper Cole, for his missing child." He pointed to the guard and led the witcher away
. direction of coming.
"Just two days ago, this witcher came to our White Orchard. Immediately afterwards, our poor Cole lost his child!" At this moment, Sir Viriles seemed to be addicted to the
role of the presiding judge. , did not notice that among the gathered onlookers, in addition to villagers, there were gradually more mercenaries and some wanderers coming from far away.
In addition to the merchants and bards he expected, there were also dwarves and a team of more than a dozen soldiers mixed in.
Lann left some of the cavalry to take care of the horses and luggage, and only brought out the cavalry who had regained their energy after resting. This way, the target was smaller, and he could temporarily watch the excitement with the travelers on the periphery.
Yalpen dug into his pocket and took out a bag of dried fruits. He threw a few raisins into his mouth and politely handed them to Lan with an expectant look in his eyes.
Lan En picked through it and found walnuts, which he happily accepted.
Sir Villiers shouted on the stage: "Now, let us invite the first witness~"
A man dressed as a beekeeper with red eyes came forward, trembling while bowing to Sir Villiers .
Whispers among the crowd let Lan know that this was the beekeeper who had lost his child.
"Lord Mingjian... My poor York Joan disappeared two days ago. Now my mother has fainted from crying, and my wife has also been injured by this barbaric stranger. Not only did he take away my Child, he still..."
The witcher with shackles on his hands said coldly: "You came to me with pitchforks and axes without trial, and I don't remember that there were women in that group."
"Silence!"
Sir Virileth shouted, and immediately a guard came up from behind and struck the witcher on the back with his sword scabbard.
The unarmored demon hunter bent his waist and knees and almost fell to his knees.
The crowd of onlookers was startled by the guard's movements and shouted, and their expressions became slightly excited.
"Now is the time for witness testimony!" Sir Villiers declared seriously, "Let the beekeeper continue to speak!" "Thank you,
Lord. The witcher came to my house that day to buy honey, but he was greedy and didn't want to give it to me. money. He also injured me and my wife. I felt at the time that he would hold a grudge against us, but I didn’t expect that my York Joan went out to play with her friends during the day the next day, but never came back..."
" Beekeeper, are you sure it was the next day, after the witcher came to White Orchard, and after the witcher bought honey from your house and left?" "Yes, Lord, I'm sure.
And He didn't buy my honey, he didn't give me money!"
"Very well, go down, beekeeper. Your evidence is enough, let us invite the next witness."
The beekeeper said to Lord Qian'en Thanks a lot, he spat at the witcher before leaving. The guards ignored the witcher and went to summon new witnesses among the chairs.
But this is obviously against the rules.
The demon hunter, whose hands were bound, gritted his teeth and interrupted the process: "Lord, I should have time to defend myself now." "
I haven't allowed you to speak yet!" Sir Verres shouted, "Guard!"
The scabbard hit the demon hunter's back hard again, causing him to stumble. The crowd screamed and became even more excited.
House, who was watching outside, frowned and communicated with several attendants: "This is not in line with the trial process at all, and what the beekeeper provided is not much evidence." The dwarf
Zolva has been paying attention here . , he nodded and said: "I hate those elves who are pretentious, but it is undeniable that the process they set up is very important at this time. What we have in front of us does not look like a trial, but like a farce that a nobleman uses to please himself. ."
Yarpan stuffed another handful of raisins into his mouth and echoed: "I have heard about this lord's reputation. He is like a stupid pig on a saddle." In the
field, the "trial" continued. .
The next witness was a peasant woman who said: "I saw this... witcher. He lived in our hotel. He always had disgusting marks and a pungent smell on his body. It was very scary. He often looked at him with scary eyes. Staring at the children passing by... My poor Samo disappeared two years ago. Maybe it was the witcher who did it..."
The jailer also came on stage as a witness: "This witcher has been in prison all the time. Sitting in it with a strange posture, muttering words, he wanted to use magic to leave the prison."
Sir Villiers became interested: "Are you sure, jailer, that the witcher wants to escape from trial?"
" Yes, my lord, I swear in the name of my mother." The jailer replied in fear when faced with the lord's questioning, "He also tried to use force to resist the escape, but fortunately I suppressed it. You see, I am still injured... He also scared children. By the way, he scared away the kind-hearted children who brought him food. Even in prison, he did not forget his evil intentions!" The
crowd was in an uproar when they heard this, and the beekeeper looked more like a He glared at the witcher as if there was irrefutable evidence, wishing he could go forward with a pitchfork and challenge the unarmed witcher one-on-one.
"Oh? The child?" Sir Villiers sat up straight, "Are you sure, jailer, is the child here?" The
jailer was extremely excited about the lord's inquiry. He searched for his target in the crowd: "Leo ! You are here, lovely young man, come here quickly!"
Sir Virileis shouted: "Then let us summon the next witness, the child who brought food to the witcher."
Leo was pulled away by the jailer uneasily. Stepping forward, he was frightened by the suddenly gathered eyes of the villagers; he looked at the demon hunter opposite, and suddenly found that the cold snake eyes in the prison looked unusually calm at this time.
"Leo, tell me, Lord, how did this demon hunter hurt you, intimidate you, and threaten you when you were delivering food?" Sir Viriles stretched his neck, and all the villagers looked at him
. Moved to Leo's body.
Leo stammered: "He, he didn't threaten me. Me, I wasn't scared by him either." "
What?" The jailer was anxious, "You were so scared that you ran out screaming, and he still I knocked over the meal you sent me, didn’t I?”
Leo stammered: "I, I didn't see it. But I seemed to have kicked something when I ran. Maybe I kicked the bowl over." But the
jailer became happy.
"Listen, Lord Lord, Leo was so frightened by the witcher that he ran away. He panicked and even kicked over the bowl. How scared would a good boy who is usually thrifty and sensible have to be to do such a thing? He is scared to this day. I don't even dare to face this witcher!"
"Oh." Sir Villiers said pitifully, "Poor child, another child. Fortunately, the trial was timely and allowed us to save this child. "
Leo panicked, and now he was afraid. He pulled the jailer and wanted to speak, but the jailer held him down and refused to let him move.
The child looked at the witcher again, looked at the snake eyes, and found that he was also looking at him.
"That's enough, kid." Leo heard the witcher talking, speaking to himself, "Thank you for your testimony, but you'd better go home quickly." "Quiet!
Guards!"
Sir Viriles Shouting, the guard slammed the scabbard hard on the witcher's shoulder, and the crowd of onlookers let out excited shouts.
Yarpin smacked his lips and suddenly found that the raisins had no sweetness. He half-heartedly put the bag of dried fruits back into his arms and crossed his arms.
House frowned: "In the old Cintra, this lord would have been held accountable by the queen."
Milva, who was wild in the jungle, was furious at this time, but she still did not forget her identity.
She looked at the snake-eyed witcher whose expression became unusually calm, then looked at Lan, and said softly: "Your Majesty, this is a witcher, a witcher like Mr. Geralt, shall we?" ..."
"It's not yet time." Lann replied.
In the field, Sir Viriles no longer pretended to be pretentious. He saw that the villagers had already approved the trial process he presided over. He felt faintly tired and planned to end this farce. He even skipped the process of letting the witcher defend himself, and directly made the final decision:
"I have heard of your reputation, witcher. You use the excuse of killing monsters to force poor villagers to spend their last savings. If not, Just massacre their villages; I also found a lot of poison and daggers from you. Obviously you will also be an assassin who kills humans from time to time!" "I can't control what happens outside, but what happens in
Baiguoyuan Crime must be judged with justice!"
Sir Villiers stood up at this time. He had thought out his concluding words in advance, and even deliberately followed the style and tone of the opera for the convenience of dissemination, and just said these lines. Coming out was enough for him:
"You broke into my territory without reporting, bullied my people, hurt young children, and still refuse to hand over his body to this day. Even in prison, you have not repented. , you actually want to run away without honor, and also hurt the children who showed you kindness.
Your cold-bloodedness makes me angry, and your crimes must be punished. As the lord of White Orchard, I have the obligation to protect my subjects and for They uphold justice and have the right to judge your crimes. I declare: I sentence you, the unknown demon hunter, to death -" The demon hunter had been kneeling on the spot, but at this time he suddenly raised his head and raised his head with a
high The shout blocked the remaining words of the Lord of White Orchard:
"I demand a trial and trial!"
(End of this chapter)