League of Legends

Chapter 845 Death of Elder Suma

A murmur of commotion began in the crowd.

Some had heard of the new evidence the magistrate spoke of, but most had only come because they had heard that a Noxian was with them.

But no matter what they heard, they all knew the same thing:

The death of Elder Suma has long been concluded.

The blast swordsmanship and the magic traces on the wall of the meditation room are all very sufficient evidence.

Except for Elder Suma, there is only one person who can perform such a move.

The hearts of the people were instantly overwhelmed by pain, and they shouted loudly that if the elder hadn't died, the village would not have suffered such a severe death.

Not long after the murder, half a Noxian regiment marched straight into Navoli, killing like crazy along the way.

It was the death of Elder Suma that caused the imbalance and made the war intensify. Too many people's sons and daughters died on the battlefield.

To make matters worse, the village blamed one of its own people.

A high-pitched voice rang out from the noisy crowd.

"We already know who murdered Elder Suma." Shava said loudly, "It's the traitor, Yasuo!"

People nodded one after another, and the crowd was enthusiastic.

"Who else knows Suma's blast swordsmanship? Only Yasuo!" Shava continued: "Yong En, who captured him now, is gone forever, and it is very likely that this coward was also responsible for it!"

The crowd grew even more indignant, even yelling for Yasuo's life.

Sawa was much more comfortable sitting on the bench.

The indictment was back on track, and she was content.

The hook-nosed judge came from a family of wood weavers, and his most proud skill was to untie stubborn knots.

She lifted the round gavel, a well-polished chestnut, and slapped it hard on the black base.

The sharp sound overwhelmed everyone, and order was restored in the hall.

"This court seeks knowledge and enlightenment, and seeks the truth about Elder Suma's death." The judge said, "Are you trying to hinder the path of enlightenment, this...?"

The old woman looked at her husband and felt her cheeks burn.

The old man on the round stool looked at her and wiped off the cold sweat from his shiny forehead.

"As I said just now, we are here for new evidence." Magistrate Ying scanned the crowd to confirm that there were no disobedient lumps, and then nodded to court official Melke: "Bring her in."

The door at the back of the hall opened again.

Maura saw a room full of villagers divided into two sides by a beam of blazing sunlight.She walked into the hall, pushing away the frozen air with every move, as if she finally let out a breath that had been held in for a long time.

The door closed behind her.

Two warrior priests escorted her down the aisle among the crowd.The council hall was once again in shadow, only dimly lit by the winding windows of the ceiling and the cylindrical lanterns hanging from the ceiling.

When passing Shava, she saw the old woman trying to suppress her choking.

She knew what she looked like to them.

A woman with prison straw sticking to her white hair.stranger.enemy.Daughter of Noxus.

A deep-seated sleepiness clings to Maura like mud from the field clings to clothes.She felt that her soul was freezing and deforming.

However, when her eyes swept over the old man on the round stool, she straightened up a little.

She saw the three judges sitting on the bench in front of her.The one in the middle motioned for her to sit down rather than stand in chains with a serious face.

Maura refused to sit on the magically shaped wooden chair.

She recognized the court official as the cavalry leader she had met in the old couple's field.His thin lips still curled into a mighty smile.

"Whatever you want, I'll make sure you feel better."

The court official sat down on the chair by himself and sighed with satisfaction.The judge sitting in the middle gave him a stern look, and then spoke to Maura.

"I know you're not from here. The dialect here is hard to learn. I can speak the lingua franca so it might be easier to communicate."

Maura, like most Noxians, had learned some Ionian common language, enough for daily instructions and orders, but the language here is like water and soil, and the accent of each village reflects the uniqueness of the local people. character.

She nodded to the judge and waited quietly.

"What's your name?"

"Maura," her voice was hoarse, stuck in her throat.

"Give her water."

The court official stood up, took a water bag, and held it up to her.Maura looked at the water bag, but didn't reach out.

"It's just water, boy," said the judge, who sat beside him, leaning forward.

"Why, are you still afraid that we will poison you?"

Maura shook her head and rejected the gift.

She cleared her throat and made up her mind to continue talking like this.

The court official curled his lips, raised the water bag to drink, and a stream of water trickled down the corner of his mouth.After drinking, he deliberately showed a row of teeth to show off to Maura.

"You have been summoned by this court," the judge interrupted, bringing Maura's attention back to the three robed figures and the crowd in the hall.

"Because we want to hear what you have to say."

"Aren't I going to be sentenced?"

The judge forced himself to swallow his surprise.

"I don't know how justice is implemented on your side, but here, we believe that justice needs understanding and enlightenment first." The judge spoke to Maura as if he was facing a child.

"We believe that you have information about an incident. And that information is important to all of us. If it reveals a crime, it will be the turn of the sentencing and punishment."

Maura looked at the judge, then at Asa, then back at the judge.

Justice in Noxus is often forged in battle.If one is lucky, the sharp weapon will make a quick decision.

Maura watched the judge warily. "What do you want to know?"

The judge leaned back in his chair. "Where are you from, Maura?"

"I have no hometown."

The other party's suspicious eyes told Maura that this answer was regarded as a kind of disobedience.

The eagle-faced judge paused, testing her response. "You must have been born somewhere."

"A farm in Trivel." Maura looked at the old man. "In Noxus."

she admitted.

In the hall that was still silent a moment ago, there was a neat sound of inhalation.

"I see," continued the judge. "Why don't you call that place home?"

"The place where you want to die, can you still call it your hometown?"

"So you were exiled?"

"That statement means I still want to go back," Maura said.

"You do not want it?"

"Noxus has changed." An impatience began to cut into Maura's voice. "Next question?"

"That's good," the judge's calm tone repelled Maura more than the shackles on her wrists. "You came with the Noxian fleet, didn't you?"

"I guess so."

"Are you not sure?" the judge looked puzzled.

"I don't remember," said Maura.She squinted at the crowd, and the corner of her eye just met Shava's.The old woman once asked her similar questions.

Maura shook her head. "Is it important? There was a war. Many people died. That's all I know."

(End of this chapter)