League of Legends

Chapter 844 Judgment
Asa, the name of the old farmer.

The old farmer ran across the ditch: "She did nothing wrong, I brought the things."

He pointed to the cloth bag: "Ask me if you have any questions."

"Master Kongde, daddy." The leading cavalryman said, "You know exactly who she is. She has committed too many mistakes. If I have the final say, she can be executed here."

He looked Maura up and down, and then wrinkled his nose in distaste: "It's a pity, old man, if you have something to say, you can save it until the trial."

While the leading cavalryman was speaking, Maura's legs sank into the wet mud.

A feeling of being in a deep quagmire and unable to get out swept over.

Maura closed her eyes, not letting herself be engulfed by more terrifying memories.

She took a deep breath.

The spring rains will wash the land, not the blood of the dead, she told herself.

When I opened my eyes, all I saw were living people.

When she opened her eyes, the field was still a field, just plowed, and it hadn't turned into a violent corpse ground.

The leading cavalryman got off his horse and walked towards her. He was holding a pair of handcuffs. The Ionian patterns on them were exquisite and delicate, which was better than any thing used to bind prisoners in her hometown.

"You can't escape the past, dog of Noxus!"

The leading cavalry spoke calmly, but with the air of victory.

Maura looked away from the plowblade to the old couple.

The horizontal gully on their faces is already full of sadness.

She was unwilling and unable to add more pain to them.

Maura wanted to take a good note of the scene in front of her:

The old couple depended on each other and supported each other.This is their powerless resistance in the face of plunder.

Seeing the old farmer pointing at his tearful face with his sleeve, Maura had no choice but to turn his head.

Maura stretched out her wrist to the cavalry leader, she stared coldly at the leader's contemptuous smile, and let the cold steel stick to her leather arm.

"Don't worry, Deda."

The old farmer's wife shouted.

Maura heard desperate hope in her voice.

Such a heavy... heavy hope, she couldn't bear it.

The breeze carries the sound of fragmentation, and the fragrance of the soil that has just been turned over, and has been with Maura, who is drifting away, for a long time.

"Deda."

The breeze whispered in her ear.

"We'll tell them who you are."

"Deda." Maura whispered back: "Daughter."

The girl has been taken away for two days, Shava has no choice but to help his wife slowly tidy up the trampled furrows, and then sow the fields.

It would be much easier if there were girls to help with the farm work, but after all, if her sons were still alive, she and Asa would not need to go to the fields at all.

In the early morning of the day of the court session, the old couple knew that it would take a long time for them to walk to the town, so they set off before dawn.

"They know she's from Noxus."

"You're just worrying." After Shava finished speaking, she made a series of giggling sounds.

Realizing that the sound could only soothe the chicks in the coop, she gave her husband a hopeful smile.

"Noxians, that's enough for their conviction." Asa covered his mouth with a hand-woven cashmere scarf, and said vaguely.

In the better days of Sawa's life, one of the things she most often did was coax stubborn animals into the butcher's pen.

So, she stopped suddenly and turned to face her husband.

"They don't know her as well as we do," she said, poking his chest with a finger angrily. "So we're going to speak for her, you old goat."

Asa knew that it was impossible for her to change her mind if he continued speaking, so he just nodded slightly.

Shava snorted dissatisfiedly, then turned around and walked towards the center of the town without saying a word.

The parliament hall has already begun to enter.

Seeing this, the old woman squeezed into the narrow aisle between the benches, trying to find a seat in the front row, but tripped abruptly over the leg of a sleeping man.

The old woman screamed in a low voice, and she was about to fall forward.

The sleeping man grumbled, and a hand as fast as lightning grabbed the old woman's shoulders, preventing her from falling on the masonry floor.

"Watch your step, old mother."

The stranger whispered lightly, with a strong smell of alcohol in his mouth, but his bite was unambiguous.

As soon as the old woman stood firm, he withdrew his hand.

The old woman looked down at this unexpected benefactor, her pupils gradually tightened.

She looked carefully, but the man shrank into the shadow of the cloak, and the looming scar on the high bridge of the nose disappeared into the darkness.

"Young man, the parliament hall is not a place to hangover and sober up." Shava straightened her robe, her stubborn chin insisted: "This place will determine the life and death of a woman today, if you don't go fast, be careful what the judges ask you. .”

"Sawa."

The old man caught up and held his wife's arm: "Don't get angry, we are here to help today, he didn't mean it, forget it."

The cloaked figure held up two fingers to show no malice, but kept his face hidden.

"It hits the nail on the head, old mother." He softened his mouth, but there were traces of joking in his voice.

Shava continued to walk forward, calming down her anger like treating a treasure, while the old farmer nodded slightly to the stranger.

"She's not like that, child, she's just worried that innocent souls will be condemned before the truth is known."

The cloaked man murmured to the old man's back, "So we agree, Daddy."

This strange whisper made the old farmer involuntarily turn his head, but there was no one in the seat, leaving only a ghostly shadow of a breeze, lifting the robes of the whisperers next to him.The cloaked stranger had already fled into the shadows beyond the council hall.

Shava took a seat in the front row. The wooden bench should have been comfortable. It was specially molded by the wood weavers to encourage a calm discussion of civic duties, but she couldn't sit comfortably.

She glanced at her husband, who had already sat down on an old wooden stool, waiting to be summoned.

Next to Asa stood a court official picking his teeth with a wooden pick.

The old woman recognized that this was Melke, the cavalry leader who captured Maura.

She stared at him, but Melke didn't notice.

He was staring at the door at the back of the hall.

The door opened and closed, and three men in dark robes walked in. Melke immediately stood at attention, spitting the wooden stick out of his mouth.

The three judges took their seats in front of the rostrum, and the official uniforms settled behind them.

The three of them looked at the crowded hall below the stage.

The noisy voice in the room gradually quieted down.

One of them, a tall, thin woman with a hooked nose, stood up solemnly:

"The purpose of this hearing is to hear new evidence about Elder Suma's death."

(End of this chapter)