Chapter 272 Group 2817D1 Chapter 1: Ten Sins of Reversal of Good and Evil (1)

Author: Afternoon is a demon

Chapter 272 Group 28.17-D1 Chapter 1: The Ten Sins of Reversal of Good and Evil (1)

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You have arranged the strongest and most stable team of "Elk Stalkers" to cover Tong En in hiding the body and soul of Viscount Boltz. In addition, the professional killers in the camp have also done their best to bind the soul and deal with it.

Five petty officials did not spare any effort. In exchange for 2,500 gold, they had no worries at all.

at dusk,

The rain gradually subsided and night fell early.

Along the way while you were being dragged away, the army of the Marquis's son did not rush to help deal with the tsunami disaster. Instead, they were busy kicking down the doors of every house and searching the town. Even during the war, neither the enemy nor we have done this to this extent. The civilians at least huddled in

My home was relatively safe. There were fires in many places, and there were constant screams and cries. Wuxiang Bay seemed to have ushered in the final moment, and was completely changed beyond recognition.

You suddenly remembered a topic you mentioned to others a long time ago. There is only a thin line between the heroes of the people and the rebel bandits. If you are really convicted... run away. The small territory cannot protect you from the kingdom's army, and

Where should you escape? You can't help but recall Samuel's pretentious prophecy at the banquet - victory is not important, what is important is where you are when you win.

I'm afraid there are only two things to be thankful for: the number of casualties in the rebel army is much less than expected, which is related to your full support, and it is inseparable from your initiative to take the most dangerous route. In addition, the market has not been smashed, smashed, and robbed. Don't think about it.

, it must be caused by the thoughts spread by the young man you asked for medicine. There is a huge difference between destroying the market or not. For the old Marquis, there is a huge difference between losing a capable person or a full money bag, and the point of anger is also very different.

being dragged,

You passed by a dozen rebels who were bowing their heads and kneeling on the ground, and saw them being beheaded in public. You saw two of them before, and they seemed to be the leaders.

You pass by the Viscount's residence and see the uprising flag that was finally planted on the top of the solid castle, cut off by two soldiers, and floats into the darkness like fallen leaves.

You pass by more than thirty injured rebels. They are tied together with long ropes and move forward slowly. Next to them are two big underworld killers covering their shoulder wounds. They are sitting on the steps, entangled with each other.

bandage.

You pass by the fountain, and there are only three mermaid statues left after being smashed. Maybe it's an illusion, but the water sprayed out has been dyed red.

You pass a wheelbarrow loaded with corpses.

You are dragged up the long steps of the Inquisition.

The rain may never stop.

after all……

What did the uprising bring...

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Despite your wet clothes taking away your body heat, you were thrown into the prison of the Inquisition for more than two hours before someone finally paid attention to you. The leading soldier pushed open the door and entered, and the light reflected from the armor stung your cheeks.

eyes.

Just two sentences:

"Get up and go to court. It's you who will die next."

Then he was dragged along again, through the bright and tidy corridors, into a courtroom that looked similar to the ancient city, and pushed to almost the same position as last time. It seemed like history was repeating itself, but many details were different from last time.

──On the trial table, you are the only one who looks embarrassed with handcuffs and shackles; on the high platform, the person sitting in the main seat is not the Kingdom's law enforcement team, but a man who is so powerful that even his cheeks are full of muscles. He is nearly sixty years old.

A noble man with few white hair. His eyes looked like he was looking down at ants.

he,

He is probably the son of the Marquis. The Earl, who is in charge of all affairs in the main city of the Marquis' territory, may soon become the new Marquis.

There are only four members of the law enforcement team, and all of them are unfamiliar faces. Next to you, Viscount Boltz, who is supposed to be a shapeshifter in disguise, is standing. He slightly raises his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth, looking at you like a drowned rat with his peripheral vision.

; Although the captain of the local guard has been cured of all his injuries and taken off his armor, his uniform is full of bloodstains and tatters. He looks at you coldly; he seems to be a member of the Council of Ministers, with a hairline

The thin middle-aged man sitting in the back is squinting at you with an expressionless expression. Looking around, there are very few faces he recognizes. Only the captain of the guard of the ancient city is sitting in the front row of the auditorium. If he still keeps his promise, he may help you.

Say a few words...provided you have the opportunity to speak from the gallery.

It was clear that the old Marquis was sitting next to him before, so why did his son sit on the main seat of the trial platform?

Are the paladins of the Inquisition so blind that they can't see the shapeshifter next to you?

You pointed at Viscount Boltz and said loudly: This guy is actually...!

…

You didn't continue talking,

Because you saw the son of the Marquis staring at you with cold eyes, like a beast waiting for the rabbit to run to its mouth, because you saw the local guard captain next to you shaking his head almost imperceptibly at you, because you saw

The soldiers responsible for guarding the Inquisition all put their hands on the hilts of their swords when they heard the first word coming out of your mouth.

The Marquis's son stood up,

Thunderous applause suddenly erupted from the surrounding area.

He sat down again, held his chin in his hands, and asked you: "What do you want to say? Are you saying that the Viscount is pretending?...Hello."

Yes - a paladin stepped forward as the son of the Marquis waved, saluted respectfully, and then announced loudly: "I have checked everyone on the trial table, and they are all in good health! I am willing to take full responsibility for the results of this check.

Responsibility! May the Marquis live long!"

Nodding with satisfaction, the son of the Marquis stretched out his ten fingers at the same time and murmured:

"

I once saw: the cruel hand of time,

Destroyed the treasures of ancient times,

The drum of burning fighting spirit beats in the land of doom,

The beacon fire rises to illuminate the night.

I saw again: the greedy ocean,

Invading the coastal territory of the kingdom’s continent,

The hatred and delusion of the mob turned into steel snakes,

Penetrate the shield and armor that lurks in front of unwiseness and evil.

I don’t use my eyes to see, and I don’t use my tongue to complain,

I had fever and chills, hope mixed with terror.

I am the road to lifelessness,

There is no way to die,

I ended the war,

But peace cannot be found.

"

Then, thunderous applause broke out again in the courtroom. Although there are not many sonnets that can be circulated, this one is relatively famous because it was written by the old Marquis when he was young.

That year, the old Marquis had just destroyed the Elf Homeland.

Some people read the regrets after the war, while others read the brave determination to continue fighting without fear. The son of the Marquis, it is the latter. "My father hated the greedy mob the most in his life. I think I have expressed it just now."

It’s very clear.” It seems that his unique understanding goes beyond that.

He slowly opened the first black letter from his hand and read: "Someone has reported on you - the president of the Adventurer's Guild for "selling private salt". What do you want to say about this?"

Well.

Before you could say anything, the fake Viscount Boltz shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Dear Earl, I hope you can be merciful in this matter. In the final analysis, I made some omissions in managing the market and a thief took advantage of it.

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"Well, the Viscount is very knowledgeable and broad-minded, which is really rare." The son of the Marquis casually tore up the black letter and threw it in front of you, "Then forget it."

……Well?

Suddenly, the local guard captain next to you pursed his lips and said in a low voice to you: "There is insufficient evidence."

Looking back on the incident of reselling private salt, it was Viscount Boltz who was in the wrong, and the official salt and private salt were involved. Moreover, the witnesses at the time, the market guards of the sea salt merchants, had long since escaped en masse under the influence of Noomi's spell.

Kenna is also a mage. She had changed her appearance when she hired the temporary caravan, leaving no evidence... She is a mature businessman trained in the ancient city market and will not make stupid mistakes.

By the way, in order to open the "Realm of Honesty", the Judgment Hall did not use the forbidden magic field, but only used the "Dimensional Anchor" to prevent teleportation. In the court, anyone who casts magic without permission can be directly executed. There are many ways to subdue you.

mage.

Perhaps the son of the Marquis thought he could kill you no matter what and then confiscate all your family property, so he didn't commit a small crime like sea salt with insufficient evidence.

But in fact, the reason is more than that.

The son of the Marquis slowly took out the second black letter and read: "Someone has accused you of hiring professional killers to "assassinate the Speaker of the Council and many officials. The methods are so cruel that they are heinous. What do you want to say?"

……Depend on!

The person who was just killed was found? Who reported it?
To be continued...