Chapter 198
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"The Longshan Ruby was found in the residence of the primary hunter called 'Dean'?" Timothy slightly raised his eyebrows as he looked at the sword scar youth: "If I remember correctly, we had investigated the suspect named 'Dean' three years ago. He was a newcomer to the Mellon consortium. Moreover, he was a scavenger. He accidentally got magic marks from outside the giant wall and was promoted to a hunter."
"Yes, he was just a primary hunter at that time."
"Is there a way for a primary hunter to steal one of the three treasures of the Milan consortium?"
The sword scar youth shrugged: "Unless the knights recruited by the Milan consortium are a pile of shit. Otherwise, I think it is impossible."
"Such an obvious framing could pass the verdict!" Timothy's face was gloomy: "If it wasn't for the death of deacon Huey, I don't know how many dirty things he would have been involved in."
The youth with the sword scar sighed, "No one can resist the temptation of wealth. After all, the priest and deacon are also human beings. They have families, children, and wives. Moreover, he loves gambling. There are too many places where he needs money, but too few places where he can get it."
"In any case, a mistake is a mistake. Any reason is an excuse!" Timothy said: "Such an obvious framing could be passed. Some of the systems of the magistrate are contradictory. There will always be problems if a case is handed over to one person."
The sword scar youth looked at her and smiled: "It is better not to talk about this outside. It is because of the infiltration of the aristocracy that we have to stay in the inner wall."
"The inner wall is more complicated than here." Timothy frowned but didn't say anything. She continued to read the next two cases.
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Milan family. Hall.
With a bang, Alex threw the teacup on the ground. The tea, which was worth tens of silver coins, spilled on the ground and soaked the red carpet. He looked at Abel angrily and said, "You have no choice? Are you telling me that there is no way? But this is your son! "
Abel's face was as gloomy as water: "I have contacted the Mel family and the Burong family. They have used the resources of the consortium to contact the high level of the magistrate in Thel street. However, there was no reply. This is a deacon level assassination case. No one can intervene. Moreover, the public opinion of the other consortia is giving them too much pressure. Especially the Scott consortium!"
His fingers clenched into a fist: "The other consortia are just putting pressure on Vick. They have directly determined that Vick is the murderer. They have published all the evidence collected by the magistrate. They won't release Vick unless there is sufficient evidence to prove his innocence."
Alex slammed his walking stick on the ground and roared, "Don't talk to me about evidence. I want my grandson to come out without a single hair on his head!"
Abel's face twitched slightly and said, "I will contact the magistrate again." With that, he didn't even bow and turned around to leave.
The other middle-aged men and women in the hall looked at each other. One of them stepped forward and said, "Father, don't worry too much. Don't worry yourself too much. Little Wei has been an honest boy since he was young, and he's a knight. I believe he won't do something so reckless."
Alex stared at him: "Do you need to say that? Even if he did it, so what? A deacon is dead. The magistrate can just find someone to take the blame. Why do they have to be so serious? "
The middle-aged man smiled in his heart but didn't say anything.
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Two days passed quickly.
It was 7: 35 in the morning. The weather was cloudy.
A carriage slowly entered the city that was shrouded in gray radiation clouds. It stopped in front of the magistrate. Two figures got off the carriage. They were Dean and Old Fulin.
Although Dudian refused, Old Fulin insisted to come along as a bailer. Moreover, he was an old aristocrat. This would increase the success rate of Dudian's appeal.
Dean could only appreciate Old Fulin's kindness. He took the lead and jumped off the carriage. He helped Old Fulin to get off the carriage and went up the steps to the magistrate.
"There are two cases in the court today. After the first one is finished, it will be your turn." An official official came to greet Dean and Old Fulin. He led them to the court.
The court was extremely spacious. It was like an old church. There were many people here. Most of them were from various consortia's news agencies.
"They are from the Scott consortium. They are from the Green consortium." Old Fulin and Dean chose to sit in the middle of the row. He introduced the origin of these people to Dean.
Dean secretly admired Old Fulin's eyesight. Old Fulin had lived in the Ryan Castle for a long time. But he didn't expect that he would be so familiar with the people from the outside consortium's news agencies.
After a moment, there was a commotion at the entrance.
Dean and Old Fulin turned to look. Their expressions slightly changed. They saw a group of six or seven people. They were led by an old man. He was followed by a middle-aged man who was dressed like a gentleman. His face was hazy. The other people behind him were also silent.
"His name is Alex. He is the patriarch of the Milan family." Old Fulin whispered.
Dean smiled: "I know."
Old Fulin said: "Behind him is his son, Abel. He is the current patriarch of the Milan family. He is a very shrewd little guy. Unfortunately, his son didn't inherit his shrewdness."
"It's not necessarily a good thing to have a smart father." Dean said.
"Indeed, the little guy lacks tempering. He is deeply favored by the patriarch. It's inevitable that he will become arrogant." Old Fulin nodded.
At this time, Alex, Abel and others found a place to sit. They were sitting in the front row of the court.
"Behind them are the senior stewards of the Mel and Burong families. There are also several other families." Old Fulin whispered.
Dudian nodded. It was impossible for Mel and Burong to get involved in this mess.
As time passed, more and more people came to the court. After nine o 'clock in the morning, the court officially opened.
Three deacons wearing pure white silk robes with gold inlaid lace came to the court and sat down. All of them were older. Knight of the magistrate escorted a figure into the courtroom. It was Vick.
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