The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants happiness

How did you get this kind of thing? He was fighting with the little girl, but there was no one else around.

From this weird perspective, could it be that there were some remnants of the Warcraft that he failed to notice at that time, so he was let go?

"Does the person on trial have anything to say about this photo?"

Traswell glanced at the photo and seemed to have known it for a long time, and asked in a calm tone.

"Slander! Pure slander!"

Before Mu En could say anything, Pink Bear had already slapped the table and started shouting:

"Is this kind of thing worthy of being used as evidence?"

"Why can't such an obvious thing be used as evidence?"

Count Bugard's expression turned cold and he laughed angrily: "You can't win the trial if you are too loud, Your Excellency the Duke of Oranriel!"

"Huh, let me ask you, when did the content in this photo take place?"

"Ten days ago, the night of the Belland incident!"

Count Boogard had already anticipated this kind of problem and almost blurted it out.

"Look, I'm telling you you're talking nonsense!"

Pink Bear sneered: "As we all know, Moon Campbell was sent to the Northern Territory to support disaster relief work some time ago, but he was not in Belland at all!"

"He ran back early!"

"Where's the evidence? Where's the evidence? You said he sneaked back. Where's the evidence?"

The pink bear twisted its butt and ran directly to Count Boogard, making faces at him:

"You said that Moon Campbell came back early, but do you have evidence? On the contrary, there is evidence that he was in the Northern Territory. You can get as much evidence as you want. There, he directed disaster relief, spread a lot of money, and won the welcome and love of the local people. These things , but you can find it out just by looking.”

"Oh, he doesn't have to do it personally to direct disaster relief and disperse money. He just needs to use his name."

"But you can't prove it's Moon Campbell!"

The pink bear's nostrils almost touched Count Boogard's face, and he said arrogantly: "Just take a shabby photo where you can't even see your face clearly. What can you prove?"

"Yeah?"

Count Boogard calmly wiped the spittle from his face: "How do you know I don't have a clearer photo?"

"Eh? Is there one?" Pink Bear was stunned.

"The fact that I can stand here is of course further proof."

"oh."

The pink bear jumped over the guardrail, returned to Mu En, and politely extended his hand to Count Boogard:

"I'm very sorry. What I just said was a bit over the top. In that case, please first..."

"..."

This dead bear.

At this moment, Mu En hid her face, almost wanting to kill the defender first because she was too ashamed.

"Anyway, this is the new photo."

Count Boogard once again submitted new evidence.

The moment he presented the evidence, he glanced out of the corner of his eye again, trying to see something on Celcia's face.

But she remained calm, seemingly unaware that she was convicting Moon Campbell bit by bit.

It seems that the forcing is not enough.

"this picture……"

Once again, everyone's attention fell on the photo.

This photo is very similar to the one just now. The environment is still dim and the movements are blurry, but it is a bit clearer than before. Therefore, it can be seen that the handsome man wrapped in black flames in the photo... is undoubtedly Mu En.

Whether it's the short blond hair or the handsome face, they are extremely recognizable and it's hard not to recognize him.

But the slightly ferocious expression made his temperament completely different from that at this moment, making him even more ferocious.

Truswell nodded lightly, thinking that judging from the photo, the accusation of colluding with the evil god already had some credibility.

"I said……"

Pink Bear, who also saw the photo, sneaked up to Mu En and lowered his voice:

"You've been hiding your head and tail for so long, why did you reveal yourself at this time?"

"What can I do."

Mu En answered truthfully: "It's already a decisive battle. If I don't show my face, how can I be a hero and save the beauty? You can't let me hug Princess Celicia in front of others... No, let's be hugged by Princess Celicia. ”

"...makes sense."

After a moment of silence, Pink Bear patted Mu En on the shoulder: "I agree."

"..."

Mu En rolled her eyes.

For some reason, being recognized by the pink bear made him feel inexplicably unhappy.

"So, is there anything else to say about this photo, the person on trial...and his counsel?" Truswell asked.

"Yes! Of course!"

Pink Bear immediately raised his hands high, like a primary school student speaking enthusiastically in class:

"I have evidence too!"

"Let me tell you in advance, if what you want to submit is still evidence to prove that Moon Campbell is not in Belland, it is useless at the moment, because there is this photo that proves that he used black flames, regardless of whether he is in Belland or not. Even if he doesn't, it can't prove that he didn't collude with the evil god." Traswell warned in a deep voice as if he also saw the unreliability of the pink bear.

"I understand, I understand, of course I won't be that stupid, so what I provide is additional evidence." Pink Bear smiled proudly, seeming to be fully confident.

So soon, the evidence was placed in front of Truswell.

He frowned again, looking at this thing that didn't look like a photo, nor a document or information, but... a collection of paintings?

With some doubts and inexplicable curiosity, he opened the tightly wrapped collection of paintings, and then saw...

Big breasts.

Thin waist.

Long legs.

Black stockings.

White stockings.

Maid outfit.

And...

Flowers and white.

A lot of flowers and white.

Truswell's eyes went dark, and he felt a surge of hot blood rushing to his forehead, and his head subconsciously tilted back.

He thought he had seen it wrong. How could someone hand in such a filthy thing in the holy court of justice?

He had been in this position for decades and had never seen it before!

So he closed his eyes and opened them again.

...Still flowers and white.

"Asshole, what the hell did you hand in to the solemn court of justice!" Traswell slammed the "collection" shut and shouted angrily.

"This is not a piece of shit, this is my treasured photo album!"

Pink Bear crossed his arms and refuted righteously:

"At the same time, this is exactly the evidence I want to hand over!"

"Evidence? What kind of evidence is this?"

Trashwell was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and his chest almost exploded. No matter how he thought, a pornographic photo album could not have anything to do with the case in front of him.

So he pointed at Pink Bear and shouted:

"Asshole, how dare you despise..."

"Huh?"

Suddenly.

A strong wind came over, instantly drowning out what Truswell was going to say.

And when he came to his senses, a huge mace hit his side, smashing half of the table in front of him.

And Pink Bear had appeared in front of him without knowing when, with one foot on the table and one hand on his knee, looking down at him.

"I provided evidence seriously, but you didn't take it seriously."

The bright light above fell, outlining a serious and fierce outline on the face of the pink bear:

"You kid, are you tarnishing the sanctity of the Tribunal?"

14. The fight of trapped beasts

"..."

Faced with the sudden serious questioning of the pink bear, Traswell's beard trembled, and his slightly black lips moved a few times, but his words were blocked in his throat and choked for a while.

He suddenly felt an inexplicable absurdity.

As the most senior judge in the empire, he has worked hard to maintain the sanctity of the Tribunal all his life, but now someone said that he... tarnished it all?

Who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?

Is the person who said this rebellious?

But he couldn't refute this insult that was almost pointing at his nose for the time being.

He couldn't even refute the word "kid".

Who lets him be the uncle of the emperor? He is so senior that he is so high in seniority. If you call him a grandson, he will be suspected of clinging to the royal family.

Moreover, if you calm down and think carefully, the behavior of "disdaining" evidence is indeed biased for a chief justice.

"Then... what do you think is the connection between this evidence and Moon Campbell?" After calming down a little, Truswell tidied his black robe again and asked seriously.

A short loss of composure will not affect anything. As long as it is pulled back on track in time, this trial will still be a bright spot on his crown of honor...

"Ah, this."

Pink Bear put away the mace again and scratched his head:

"You are right, there is indeed no connection."

"What... you!"

Truswell's eyes glared, and when those light words fell into his ears, his blood pressure almost doubled again in an instant.

What do you mean there is indeed no connection? Then what about your righteous and stern look just now?

Are you deliberately playing tricks on me?

Truswell gritted his teeth. If he wasn't so old that he had even prepared his coffin, he would have jumped on the dog and strangled it to death.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm telling you, the Holy Court of Inquisition doesn't allow violence!"

Pink Bear jumped away, guarding his chest with both hands.

"Be careful or I'll call someone!"

"You... I..."

"Don't worry, don't worry. I can't afford to pay for it if you get mad at me. Let me tell you slowly."

Pink Bear came over again, as if the previous contradiction didn't exist, and hugged Truswell's shoulders, flipping through the picture book with a smirk on his face.