From Witcher to Lord of the Empire.

Chapter 127 The Trial of the White Orchard
What a grand and majestic judgment!Sir Viriles cried out in his heart.

Sir Willis stood up from the seat he specially set up, enjoying the gazes of the crowd, and said loudly to the crowd:
"Everyone—"

Hearing this cry, the crowd of onlookers fell silent one after another, and they looked at the lord on the high platform with complicated eyes.

Sir Virireth is not very popular in White Orchard, because he has done a lot of ridiculous things.

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

This made Sir Willis even more enjoyable.

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

He reached out and pointed in the direction the guards had brought the witcher.

"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 obsessed with the role of the presiding judge, and he didn't notice that in addition to the villagers, there were gradually more mercenaries and some wanderers from afar in the crowd of onlookers.

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

Lann left some cavalry to take care of the horses and luggage, and only brought out the cavalry who had rested and regained their energy before, so that the target was smaller and he could temporarily watch the fun with travelers outside.

Yarpan took out his pocket and took out a bag of dried fruit. He threw a few raisins into his mouth, and politely handed them to Lane with expectant eyes.

Ran picked in it, and found a walnut, and accepted it gladly.

Sir Viriles shouted from the stage: "Now, let us have the first witness~"

A man dressed as a beekeeper with inflamed eyes stepped forward, bowing to Sir Valeryreth, trembling.

Whispering among the crowd let Lan know that this was the beekeeper who had lost his child.

"My lord's lesson... my poor York Joan disappeared two days ago. Now my mother passed out from crying, and my wife was also injured by this savage outsider. He not only took away my Son, he still..."

The demon hunter with the shackles on his hands said coldly: "You came to me with pitchforks and axes without trial, and I don't remember any women among those people."

"quiet!"

Sir Viriles yelled, and immediately a guard came up from behind and slammed the witcher on the back with his scabbard.

The unarmored demon hunter bent his knees and almost fell to his knees.

The onlookers were startled by the guard's movements and shouted, their expressions slightly excited.

"Now is the time for the testimony of the witnesses!" Sir Villiers declared solemnly. "Let the beekeeper speak!"

"Thank you Lord Lord. The demon hunter came to my house to buy honey that day, but he was greedy and didn't want to give the money. He also injured me and my wife. At that time, I felt that he held a grudge against us, but I didn't expect the next day During the day my Yorkie went out to play with her friends, but never came back..."

"Beekeeper, are you sure it was the next day, after the witcher came to White Orchard, after the witcher bought honey from your house and left?"

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

"Very well, let's go down, beekeeper. Your evidence is enough, let's call the next witness."

The beekeeper thanked the lord and spat at the witcher before leaving.The guards ignored the witcher and went to a pile of seats to summon new witnesses.

But this is obviously not in compliance with the regulations.

The demon hunter, who had his hands bound, gritted his teeth and interrupted the process: "My lord, I should have time to defend myself now."

"I haven't given you permission to speak yet!" Sir Virireth yelled. "Guards!"

The scabbard hit the demon hunter's back hard again, causing him to stagger, and the crowd screamed in surprise, making them even more excited.

House, who was watching outside, frowned, and communicated with several attendants: "This does not conform to the trial process at all, and the beekeeper provided is not much evidence."

The dwarf Zhuoerwa has been paying attention to this side, he nodded and said: "I hate those elves who pretend to be postures, but it is undeniable that the process they set up is very important at this time. What we are facing is not like a trial, but like It is a farce used by a nobleman to please himself."

Yarpan stuffed another handful of raisins into his mouth, and echoed, "I've heard the reputation of this lord, he's like a saddled pig."

Inside, the "trial" is still going on.

The next witness, a peasant woman, said: "I have seen this... a witcher. He lives in our hotel. He always has disgusting marks and a pungent smell on his body. It is terrible. He often uses terrible eyes Staring at the kids passing by...my poor Summer disappeared two years ago, maybe the witcher did it..."

The jailer also came on stage as a witness: "When the demon hunter was in the cage, he sat in a strange posture and muttered something. He wanted to use magic to leave the prison."

Sir Villiers came and said, "Are you sure, jailer, that witcher wants to escape trial?"

"Yes, my lord, I swear in the name of my mother." The jailer replied fearfully in the face of the lord's questioning, "He also tried to use force to resist the escape, but luckily I suppressed it. You see, I still have injuries on my body... …He also scares the children, by the way, he scares away the kind children who bring him food, even in prison, he will not forget his evil plan!"

The crowd immediately went into an uproar when they heard this, and the beekeeper glared at the witcher as if seeing ironclad evidence, wishing he could go forward with a pitchfork and challenge the unarmed witcher one-on-one.

"Oh? Child?" Sir Viriles sat up straight. "Are you sure, jailer, is that child at the scene?"

The jailer was very excited about the lord's question. He searched for his target in the crowd: "Leo! You are here, cute boy, come here!"

Sir Viriles said loudly: "Then let us summon the next witness, the child who brought food to the witcher."

Leo was pulled forward by the jailer uneasily, and the eyes of the villagers gathered suddenly made him feel scared; he looked at the demon hunter opposite, and suddenly found that the cold snake eyes in the prison looked unusually calm at this moment .

"Leo, tell the lord how this demon hunter hurt you, threatened you, and threatened you when you delivered the food, huh?"

Sir Viriles stretched his neck, and all the villagers turned their attention to Leo.

Leo stammered, "He, he didn't threaten me. I, I wasn't frightened by him either."

"What?" the jailer was anxious, "You ran out screaming in fright, and he knocked over the food you sent over, didn't you?"

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

The jailer cheered up.

"Listen, Lord Lord, Leo was scared by the demon hunter and ran away. He panicked and even kicked over the bowl. How scared would a frugal and sensible boy do such a thing? He is so scared until now I dare not face this witcher!"

"Oh." Sir Viriles said pityingly, "Poor child, another child. Fortunately, this trial was in time, so we saved this child."

Leo panicked, but now he was scared. He pulled the jailer to speak, but the jailer held him down and wouldn't let him move.

The child looked at the witcher again, looked at the pair of snake eyes, and found that he was also looking at himself.

"That's enough, kid." Leo heard the witcher talking to himself, "Thank you for your testimony, but you'd better go home quickly."

"Silence! Guards!"

Sir Viriles shouted, and the guard slammed the scabbard on the witcher's shoulder, and the crowd shouted excitedly.

Yarpin smacked his lips and suddenly found that the raisins lost their sweetness.He put the dried fruit bag back into his arms in a dispirited manner, and folded his hands on his chest.

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

Milwa, 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 had become abnormally calm, then at Lann, and said softly, "My lord, this is a witcher, a witcher like Mr. Geralt, should we ..."

"Not yet." Lane replied.

In the arena, Sir Villiers stopped putting on his clothes. Seeing that the villagers had approved the trial process he presided over, he faintly felt a little tired and planned to end the farce.He even skipped the process of asking the witcher to justify himself, and made a final decision:
"I have heard of your reputation, witcher. You use the excuse of killing monsters to force poor villagers to take out their last savings, or slaughter their villages; I also found a lot of poison from you and daggers, and apparently you'll be a human-killing assassin from time to time, too!"

"I can't control what happened outside, but the crimes that happened in White Orchard must be judged with justice!"

Sir Viriles stood up at this time. He had thought out his concluding words in advance, and even deliberately approached the style and tone of the opera for the convenience of dissemination. Just saying these lines is enough for him to be proud:

"You trespassed on my territory without reporting, bullied my people, hurt young children, and refused to hand over his body to this day. Even in prison, you have not repented, and you want to have no honor flee as fast as you can, and hurt children who show you kindness.

Your cold blood makes me angry, your crime must be punished.As the lord of White Orchard, I am obliged to protect my subjects and bring justice to them, and I also have the right to judge you for your sins.I declare: I sentence you, nameless witcher, to death—"

The witcher had been kneeling in place all this time, but suddenly raised his head at this moment, and he blocked the remaining words of Lord White Orchard with a loud shout:

"I demand trial and trial!"

(End of this chapter)