How to wear a goddess statue

"I have an objection."

Eleuil said, raising his foot and walking forward.

The crowd involuntarily moved aside to make way for her, and the princess walked by without looking sideways, her long bundled hair fluttering with her movements, as black as ebony.

Behind her, Lena and Mortis stood on the left and right side of a man in a scribal robe. The man shrunk his shoulders, trembling like chaff, and his eyes were rolling.

When the city lord and others on the stage saw the scribe, their expressions suddenly changed.

Romul: "Eluil, you are..."

Princess: "Now it's time for questioning, cousin."

The questioning link is a necessary procedure for Solancia's public trial of the case, and anyone present can raise objections at this time.

If there is enough evidence to support his opinion, his opinion may be approved by the presiding officer; but if there is no evidence, the objector will be judged as deliberately disrupting the order of the trial and be punished accordingly.

The crown prince knew this rule well, but he didn't understand why Eleuil questioned the result of the trial.

He quickly recalled the relevant laws and the dossiers he had studied, and compared them with each other, he still thought the judgment was very reasonable.

Romul was so focused on his thoughts that he didn't notice the two staff members beside him who turned pale, nor did he notice the panic that Di Simon's dignitaries couldn't hide at this moment.

"Then, let's question it according to the regulations." The crown prince nodded to Aleuil, and after thinking about it, he added, "Before that, please swear to the Goddess of Law, that what you say next has something to do with it." Rely."

Aleuil said quietly: "I swear in the name of Goddess Rhodes, what I said in this trial is from my heart and based on the facts."

Romul: "..."

Didn't you swear to the Goddess of Jurisprudence?

However, the requirements for this procedure are not strict. Occasionally, there will be exceptionally devout independent believers who do not want to recite the names of other gods, but only swear to the gods they believe in, which is also allowed.

Eleuil looked at the city lord.

The Lord of Diximon, Finlie, was the one who calmed down the fastest among the dignitaries present. The Lord looked calm, but his unconscious glance at the clerk revealed his guilty conscience.

"Finley, let me ask you."

"Is it true that the relief supplies that you are greedy for this time are only one thousand gold coins?"

Gold coins are the highest unit in Solancia's currency system. An ordinary craftsman can only earn one gold coin after working all year round.

One thousand pieces is already a huge sum of money, and if the amount of corruption reaches this amount, it will also reach the critical line that the law stipulates that officials must be dismissed.

The city lord's eyes flickered, and he asked without answering: "What does your highness mean by asking this? I did something wrong in a moment of confusion, but I have repented now. You don't have to hold on to it, and you don't hesitate to question your highness the crown prince. Is it a figure that has been ascertained already?"

Oh, even if the witness slips in front of him, he doesn't deny it.

The princess turned her head: "Lena."

Lena let go of the scribe, took out a thin booklet, and handed it to her.

Eleuil put the booklet under the eyes of the Santo.

"Flip." She raised her chin.

The city lord froze for a moment, stretched out his hand to turn over the page, his pupils trembled violently.

The items written down on the paper, the numbers line by line, were nailed into his heart like spikes, making his heart sink heavily.

There really isn't a single thing missing...

Aleuil: "You said that you have coveted a total of [-] gold coins worth of goods, but the actual hole is far greater than this amount."

"Where did the materials that disappeared mysteriously go?"

The city lord: "...there are always some expenses that have not been recorded in the account. The people below are not sensible, and they will secretly take some by themselves. If the accumulation is small, the hole will naturally become bigger."

He spoke more and more fluently, and apparently even believed himself.

However, it is not wrong to say that here, the upper and lower are effective, layer upon layer of exploitation, the rich and powerful move their heads, and the people who let the materials pass their hands will most likely be greedy for petty profits, and even eat a lot.

"By the way, there's more! Some victims didn't want to stay in Di Simon, and they dragged their families into exile. When they left, I also ordered people to bring them enough rations. This was another waste!"

"Our caravan came from the direction of the main city." The princess said suddenly.

"what?"

Aleuil said slowly, "It means that I saw many exiled victims along the way, and none of them had enough food on them."

The reason why many of the victims chose to flee may also have something to do with Di Simon's situation.

Otherwise, who doesn't want to stay in a safer camp, who wants to leave their hometown and embark on the road of exile with an uncertain future?

At this time, the people under the simple platform also started commotion.

They may have never seen many gold coins in their life, and they don't have an accurate understanding of the true value of gold coins. However, after listening for so long, anyone can tell that there is something wrong with the trial.

Originally, in their conception, it was already a big deal that a big noble like the city lord would be kicked out and driven back to the royal city.

But the city lord is gone, but the other nobles are still there.

I watched the jokes of the nobles today. After His Royal Highness the Crown Prince left, who would be able to reason with those nobles who vented their anger on them?

Because of this, when the crown prince announced the trial results, these people also kept silent, not daring to look like they were watching a joke.

but now……

Sounds like a worse punishment than removal?

Among the crowd, a young man who had learned a little law whispered, "Isn't that just beheading?"

Immediately, his father, who also survived the earthquake, covered his mouth. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he breathed a sigh of relief.

More and more people began to discuss in low voices. No matter how small the voice was, the combined effect was spectacular.

The buzzing voices from the audience reached the ears of the city lord, but he was speechless.

The rest of the nobles looked at each other, and one of them gritted his teeth and stared at the trembling scribe, as if he had found a way to save himself, and drew his sword to cut.

"Help!!" The scribe screamed like a cock being strangled.

Metal clattered, swords clashed, and it was Mortis who blocked the assault.

"Having asked for a murder certificate beforehand, does this seem to be self-inflicted?" the captain of the personal guard spoke frankly.

Eleuil smiled.

She took back the booklet and threw it to Romul along with the terrified scribe.

"Take a good look at the witness and material evidence, chief interrogator."

Ever since Eleuil started asking questions, the crown prince didn't say a word.

From ignorance to disbelief, to finally understanding, Romul barely controlled his expression and looked down at the booklet.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at the staff member whose eyes were dodging.

"Grey, you are responsible for this matter, tell me, what's going on?"

The staff made a decisive decision and knelt down on one knee.

"We were negligent and did not find out the truth."

"Just an oversight?"

"..." The staff did not answer.

Romul turned his head, suddenly feeling tired.

Such a big mistake, of course, cannot be an accident, it can only be a deliberate cover-up.

Before Aleuil made it clear, he had no idea that the staff around him would cover up for Finrenny, and only he was kept in the dark.

Romul looked at the princess again.

Eleuil crossed his arms, trying to relax.

"Don't worry, it's not just these. Then it's time for witnesses to speak."

For a moment, everyone's eyes were on the scribe.

Doubtful, dignified, resentful, threatening.

The clerk gasped, unable to open his mouth tremblingly, and met the princess's gaze head-on.

It can be called bland, but there is a kind of silent deterrence.

The scribe stopped shaking.

He began to quickly talk about what the city's dignitaries ordered him and several colleagues to do, including helping to make false accounts, confusing death figures, and so on.

There was even a nervousness, and even the old events before the earthquake came to the outside. Those deeds were not as shocking as under natural disasters, but they were still completely bad.

The city lord denied it categorically: "Fabricating nonsense, talking nonsense!"

The scribe cried, "I swear to the Goddess of Jurisprudence! What I say here is the truth. If I tell a lie, let me fall into the Iru River and drown."

Rhodes, who was listening in a spirit body posture: "..."

This is unnecessary.

Ailuil's eyes shifted slightly, and then he said coldly: "You'd better pray for the truth, Yilu River doesn't collect garbage."

The scribe had a desolate expression on the verge of tears.

It's a pity that no matter how weak he is, he can't change the fact that he is one of the accomplices. He has a small share of greedy materials, and he is solely responsible for editing the death figures.

Testifying to the public would mitigate some of the punishment, but it would not make the scribe any better off than his colleagues involved in the incident.

Romul asked: "Where are all the supplies that you collected?"

The city lord stiffened his neck: "Your Highness, we don't have that much greed, if we don't have it, we don't have it. You ask me where to put it, do you want me to conjure it out of thin air?"

But the scribe whispered, "They are all in the City Lord's Mansion."

The city lord suddenly looked at him, his eyes seemed to be poisoned.

By now.The questioning session can be over.

But the city lord was unwilling to accept his fate, he knew clearly that greedy property was enough to be executed.

And once he was sentenced to death in a public trial, even if he had to wait until he was escorted back to Acht for execution, his brother couldn't save him.

Because Horst won't allow it.

"His Royal Highness..." the city lord hissed.

He kept mouthing the name of his eldest brother, and his eyes were full of desperate madness.

The ministers all know that the crown prince is kind.

And this is actually a soft-hearted way of hearing.

In fact, Romul really didn't know how to read the final judgment result.

Although he kept telling himself that the law was fair, he didn't expect at that time that the conditions for the death penalty could really be seriously met.

Personally announce the death sentence of the teacher's only brother...

Romul hesitated.

After only a few seconds of hesitation, Eleuil turned to the people in the audience.

These people are all waiting for the results.

The princess pointed to the city lord, and then to the camp not far away.

She said only one word briefly.

"Most of the people who died of freezing and starvation in the camps were thrown into the slums and have not been buried so far."

The author has something to say:

Rhodes: I swear to not cue the Yilu River, thank you.

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Thanks to the little cutie who throws thunder, and compares my heart!

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