The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

"The executors of the law dare not look directly at the law. This is the funniest farce of the year!"

She turned sideways and faced the trial seat, her bright eyes were like sharp swords, and the sharp point pierced their throats, "Please open your noble eyes wide, gentlemen, since my right to stand here has not been expressly forbidden , then my identity as a lawyer should be protected by British law, and I have the right to provide assistance to my client and safeguard his natural inviolable rights as a citizen. If you hinder me from implementing this freedom with gender-neutral remarks, That would be a breach of your duty as judges."

This sword blade stabbed the vocal cords of the men, making them speechless. In the silence, she heard her sneer: "If you want to receive a summons from the Royal Council, please continue to violate my rights, every one of you All the words will be presented as evidence in court. As evidence for me to sue the royal court with the right of petition."

The battle-hardened judges had to admit that every word of her words was irrefutable.

Although in their eyes, this witch-like woman took advantage of the loopholes in the law.But at this moment, there is no possibility that the theoretical basis will be overthrown.

The chief judge tried to stretch his brows, sat up straight with his aging back, and his beard trembled a few times with the fall of the gavel in his hand.

"Boom!"

As soon as the percussion sound landed, the court was announced.

The public prosecutor stepped forward to read out the charges against Arthur Wellesley, believing that he colluded with the enemy commander, gave up the pursuit in a decisive situation, and allowed him to preserve his strength and return to the country safely. Breaking the law violates the duties and responsibilities of a soldier. "

He finished reading, bowed to the judge, and then retreated to his seat.

"Wellesley, do you admit your crime?"

"I reject the allegations."

Arthur's voice is firm and powerful. The young commander is worthy of the name of hope of Great Britain. He is calm and composed. As soon as he speaks, he involuntarily exudes a calm and calm charm in the smoke. His bright blond hair shines in everyone's eyes. Immediately aroused the restlessness of the supporters.

"Please state the reason."

Ivy and her brother looked at each other, and after saluting to the judge, they looked around the crowd with a raised tone: "My client, Arthur Wellesley, made the most appropriate choice in this battle. Sign the " The Treaty of Sintra, which undoubtedly prevented the last French resistance and saved hundreds of thousands of British lives. Isn't all this worth it against the so-called malfeasance charges?"

Every word clanged like a thunderbolt hitting everyone's hearts, causing countless violent aftershocks and ripples.

After finishing speaking, his sharp light blue eyes stared at everyone in the auditorium, the volume suddenly increased, and he shouted loudly: "As we all know, mercy is innocent and peace is innocent, isn't it?"

"Long live the peace!"

"Mercy is innocent!" The tsunami of the crowd followed, instantly drowning out the orders and whistles of the bailiffs trying to maintain order.

There are a large number of active soldiers in the auditorium, and Ivy specially recruited them to build momentum. She knows that soldiers' admiration for commanders is often the most contagious.

In particular, a young general with outstanding military exploits undoubtedly has the brilliance of the sun and the charm of the stars in the eyes of this group.

"I hate war, God, I swear on my honor, if gentlemen go to the battlefield and fight for a minute, the rest of your dreams will be covered with blood rolling in your dreams."

After the elder brother finished speaking, Ivy immediately picked up, her voice was as clear as a spring, gurgling to my ears: "We all hate war, and everyone knows that it is the golden apple used by Eris, the goddess of disaster, to punish mankind, and it will always only bring misfortune and happiness. Why should we insist on continuing the war and sacrificing our own soldiers in the name of extermination?

Would you like to see your comrades-in-arms and relatives die under the iron claws of muskets and shells, and listen to their wailing that life would be worse than death? "

Everyone shook their heads, no one would gladly accept the gift of Eris. The golden apples are alluring on the outside, but only jealousy and sin are left inside.

"We are all normal people with reasonable emotions. Therefore, we resist war and are tired of killing. Arthur Wellesley is also one of us. Shall we have the heart to let courage and selflessness be obliterated, and a great and good heart buried in the dark and gloomy Tower of London?"

She has turned the trial into her own podium, and the status of a prisoner's defender has quickly transformed into a politician who expresses her opinions impassionedly in Congress. She raised her arms and attracted countless vassals.

"General Wellesley is not guilty!"

"Please release Wellesley immediately!"

"Wellesley is our hero!"

The voices of the masses became louder and louder, and the appeals were endless. They collectively chanted this deafening surname, and their voices almost toppled the roof of the court.

The situation was developing as Ivy expected, and everything that happened was within her expectations in advance.

They stared at her with adoring eyes, willing to be loyal fans of this woman, and their focused eyes seemed to glimpse the gods.

They have long been numb to the indoctrination of those in power. The latter unscrupulously promotes the justice of war, encourages all men to join the army, and keeps saying that they are defending their homes and the country. An inch of land that does not belong to oneself.

Then those leaders undisguisedly divided the money and power they got, greedily drank the fine wine of victory, but forgot to pay homage to the young dead souls that settled in it.

They have been conscious for a long time, and the Norman blood flowing in their veins has awakened their minds. Even if they are illiterate and vulgar, it does not prevent them from having normal emotions and brains. They may be ordinary, but they are definitely not the fools that the superiors think .

And these, even if there are sprouts of awakening, they have been stifled long ago, but today the truth is exposed by a young woman, and she is no different from the prophet who transmits the oracle.

But she might be a god.

Even if she is instigating and planning to resist authority, they still maintain their firm belief in her, follow the ideas she instilled, and turn every word into a creed and engrave it between the pillars of the temple, which is equivalent to the Code of Hammurabi, The prayers of the priests at the ceremony are transmitted to the hearts of every pilgrim.

Ivy stood on the seat of the interrogator and glanced at the people on the stairs, her eyes went up the steps, and the corners of her lips suppressed a smile.

Obviously living in the region of the weak, but it seems to look down on everything present, occupying the high tower of public opinion, controlling the direction of the situation, cornflower blue eyes brewing a gravitational black hole capable of overturning the depths of the universe.

how ridiculous...

The gods in their eyes proclaim peace, sing praises to the light, and praise life, but they are Shura who are the least afraid of blood in the world.

She blatantly expressed her hatred of war in front of everyone, but with one hand, she set off an unprecedented storm in everyone's brains.

Ares, the god of war who is in charge of war, is bloodthirsty, loves disputes and violence, and enjoys the pleasure of having an affair with Aphrodite, the god of love. Sin and love are intertwined, and forbidden fruits grow from pools of blood.

She wants to use the God of War and the God of Beauty to throw into this carnival, let the waves splash, and the corroded water droplets seep into the broken bodies of the temporarily in power, paralyzing their nerves, until dawn comes, as if there is no time to react to the hasty escape of the night The act of blocking.

Although no one realizes that this representative of innocence and divinity is quietly carrying out the baptism of his own thoughts, in the name of a high-sounding, eloquent tongue, carrying out another kind of indoctrination labeled as awakening.

The so-called dawn may not be bright, but whether it is darkness or sunrise, everything is in her hands.

But they are only willing to believe what they see, and they only stare at the woman who is focused by the sunlight almost fanatically, like devout believers.

Her hair was dyed golden by the sun, and Apollo blessed his sister with his unique corona, and the calls of the people turned into reindeer, crawling on the feet of the goddess.

She raised her hand to signal the followers present to be quiet and wait for the judge's trial.

According to the usual practice, the jury first exercised the right to find the facts and recommend convictions, and 23 adult citizens exercised the freedom endowed by this law, fulfilling the tradition of the Anglo-Saxon nation for nearly a thousand years.

After receiving the judge's order, they started whispering and exchanging eyes, but there was no usual dispute. Today's jury was peaceful and agreeable. After reaching an agreement, the leading middle-aged man stood up first.

He was dressed in a gown decorated with sash, the complicated silk thread and metal reflected the dazzling light, and his expression was solemn: "Blessed by the Holy King of Great Britain, after voting, the jury is here to give an opinion. We believe that the defendant in this case, Major General of the Army Arthur Wellesley, should be acquitted and recommended immediate release."

The judges suddenly showed meaningful eyes, raised their heads slightly, and looked at the citizens of the jury.

The only response I received was a straight look of justice and firmness without hesitation.

Someone on the trial seat immediately took off the threaded glasses, wiped them with a breath, and let the blurred vision cover his unwillingness.

As the judges of Great Britain, they do not have the power to make a final decision and play the role of maintaining order.

Even if there is no express provision, as long as it does not meet the jury's concept of distinguishing right from wrong, it is illegal, and the latter convicts them, and they are only eligible for sentencing.

However, this time, even the jury, which has always represented justice, stood on the side of the defendant, forcibly pulling the prisoner who was destined for life imprisonment out of the shadow of the Tower of London, exposing it to the sun, but tearing out the judge. their dark hearts.

After about a quarter of an hour of silence, the Chief Justice finally coughed for the first time in 15 minutes.

They looked at each other for more than ten rounds, and concluded with the speech of the authoritative person.

"Arthur Wellesley has achieved remarkable feats. Since his personality is the guarantee, let us believe his claims as a saint. However, it cannot be denied that he was a soldier who committed negligence.

However, in view of British law's respect for the sacred life of citizens and the opinions given by the jury, Arthur Wells was in favor of acquittal in this case. "

The author has something to say:

I always have a sense of "Weasley is our king".Although Ivy is undoubtedly a Slytherin straight up Azkaban player, it doesn't prevent her brother from being a cute little lion.

Although in fact there is still a bit of Xiaoying's attitude towards watching the show.