Yorton City, many days have passed since the last court hearing.
The court has yet to issue a notice on when the second hearing will be held, and for Daniel, what he is facing now is the issue of Abigail's custody.
A certain lady named Rachel, um... yes, she was Abigail's aunt. She ran around, spent all her savings to get through various departments, and hired a professional lawyer to ask Abigail to be transferred.
Bigeel was released on bail pending trial.
Regarding this point, the senior officials of the bureau agreed with Dardaniel. They were unwilling to hand over the prisoners and always implemented the instructions of the Privy Council.
However, the lawyer hired by Rachel questioned that the Police Bureau was abusing the suspects, demanded an investigation into their detention center, and proposed that the results be made public. If the detention conditions did not meet the requirements, they would sue the Police Department of Velen. This matter has caused quite a stir. After all, it is a public trial, and public opinion can easily be incited.
There had been a lot of rumors about the government increasing taxes, and even the Privy Council group felt some pressure. In the end, the Police Bureau agreed to transfer Abigail to the police station and use their cells to guard her.
The conditions are also poor, but they are much better than being locked up in the basement by the Inspection Bureau.
At least, it is much easier for Rachel to apply for prison visit than in the police station.
Dardaniel was still standing by the window and staring at the noise in the municipal square as usual. His eyes were cold, as if he was watching a bunch of fools who were about to become cannon fodder.
"Has that lady been sent away?" His colleague from the office next door came over to drink coffee and was sitting on the sofa behind Daniel with his legs crossed.
"It was handed over to the police station the day before yesterday. Haha, this may bring them some comfort, but the result cannot be changed no matter what." Daniel replied without looking back.
"Do you hate that lady so much?" Colleagues always seem curious about this matter.
"Do you hate it? I can't tell. I have no grudges against her. If I say hate it... maybe it's because I naturally hate things that look ugly." Daniel stepped back and dragged the composite window frame from top to bottom.
Drag and close.
After the windows were closed, there was no more noise entering the room.
"What does the Queen think of this? I don't believe this was her idea." The colleague continued chatting.
Dardaniel sat back and began to look through the information on the table: "Otherwise, what do you think a constitutional monarchy is? Since power has been divided, those who have been assigned power should fulfill their responsibilities. The Privy Council made suggestions, and the Queen
Only responsible for approving the plan."
"But I heard... the queen doesn't agree with blaming all the blame on one person. She prefers to communicate with the northern countries, divide them, and then concentrate on dealing with Gordon." The colleague shrugged.
Dardaniel sneered: "But she didn't object to this plan, right? The purpose of the Privy Council is the same as that of the Queen, but the means are different. Executing the 'culprit' who caused the disaster is also a part of dividing the alliance of the countries." p>
Just as the two were chatting happily, an ordinary agent knocked on the door of the office, and then a young man came in and handed a letter to Dardaniel.
Dardaniel recognized the seal of the High Court of Yorkton on the envelope, and he roughly knew what the content was.
"It seems they are ready to continue the trial."
As his words fell, his colleagues raised their eyebrows: "I heard that the first trial did not go well. If you need help, I will be happy to help."
After hearing this, a glimmer of light flashed in Daniel's eyes.
"Hmm~~Maybe there is really something you can do to help..."
……
On the other side, Abigail, who was transferred to the police station, finally felt better.
Although the cell is still crude, at least you won't go hungry or thirsty, and you can sleep on a wooden bed with mats.
The police officer guarding her had a look of disgust on his face all day long, but due to the ethics of his position, he did not do anything to Abigail.
A few minutes later, a voice called Abigail's name, saying that someone was visiting the prison.
The police officer curled his lips and opened the iron door of the detention center, took Abigail out, and met Aunt Rachel outside through the iron fence.
When her aunt saw Abigail's frail appearance, she shed tears of grief as if she was feeling the same.
"Let me see you...what they did to you, you...you were tortured to death by them..."
Abigail sat on the chair, lying limply as if she had lost her soul. Her aunt shouted for a long time, but she had no response.
"Abigail! Did you hear me? Can you say something back to me... Oh my God!"
Abigail still didn't respond. The police officer on the side picked up the boogers in boredom, and his thoughts gradually shifted away from Abigail.
"Listen, baby... Auntie will definitely rescue you! I sold all the valuable things in my house and hired a better lawyer. I will use the remaining money to give to those who can speak up.
People, I want them to believe you are innocent and ask them for help..."
After hearing this, Abigail's eyes moved. She looked at Rachel in front of her. The aunt who liked to wear cheap jewelry and use imitation luxury goods in the past was gone...
Today, Rachel is dressed like a busy housewife. There are no traces of cosmetics on her face, only wrinkles that look like she has aged several years.
After witnessing this, Abigail felt sad, and tears began to well up in her eyes, but she still held it back, and when the police officer didn't notice her, she spread out her good hand and showed it to Rachel.
There is a row of words written on it with unknown black powder.
——I need my sheep skull statue and incense, they are at the police station!
Aunt Rachel was stunned, and it took her a long time to realize that Abigail wanted to get her things back from the Secret Service.
But what is the use of those things? Why is Abigail still thinking about those things at this time...
"It's time, madam! I have to send the suspect back. I just received a notice that the court will hold a second trial tomorrow. I suggest you apply for a hearing seat now!"
What?
Aunt Rachel was slightly startled, but the next second, Abigail grabbed her wrist fiercely.
Rachel saw that her niece's eyes were full of longing and pleading, and she clearly felt what Abigail meant - get her things back, she must!
Under the scolding of the police officer, Abigail let go of her hand and was carried back to the guard room again.
She secretly erased the writing on her palm, lay on her side on the bed and prayed silently, praying that her aunt could get the sheep skull statue and the stick of incense back, because this was her only hope...
……
On the second day, Abigail was escorted to the court and stood in the defendant's position surrounded by wooden bars, drawing the ground as a prison.
The difference from last time is that her complexion is much better. According to the doctor's evaluation, she will not faint in court like last time.
The judge and jury are still the same familiar faces, and the prosecutor's lawyer representing the imperial government has not changed either. It's just that there are a lot of changes in the people in the hearing room.
Aunt Rachel didn't know what method she used, but she finally applied for a seat. A few rows away to her left, Dandaniel also came. He sat there with his back tilted and a look of meaning on his face.