The trial process was very simple. First, the prince's messenger listed Cassati's crimes, and then a group of witnesses proved the authenticity of the crimes. The witnesses included Edwina, the lord of Zhilin City, the captured girl and the family members of the dead soldiers.
This process lasted for two hours. Cassati's crimes can be described in countless ways. The nobles burst into angry roars from time to time. Many people shouted in the audience: "Burn this devil! She is the real one."
Witch!"
Surprisingly, the Punishers did not fight back. They just listened quietly in the audience. This puzzled everyone, including Charlemagne. According to past experience, the Punishers would use the help of gods.
They wanted to provide favorable testimony to Cassati, but they did not do so. They did not even offer a word of defense for Cassati.
"This, this is so unusual." Edmund's body was still smoking. "How can it be so strange? Why are these Heavenly Punishers silent? They must be brewing a terrible conspiracy."
Chris smiled and said: "I disappoint you, right?"
"Your Highness," Edmund said with his eyes widened, "Why do you say that?"
Chris whispered: "You are looking forward to the conflict between the Heavenly Punisher and the nobles. The more intense the better! It is best to have the trial suspended, it is best to have His Majesty come out to calm the matter, and it is best to have the two parties fight to the death.
Flow makes it difficult for the incident to end. On the one hand, it can prove that you are right, and on the other hand, it can help you cover up those unbearable facts."
"You, you..." Edmund was so nervous that he couldn't speak. Chris guessed his thoughts, and he did hide something from Chris, "How could you say that? This is too much.
…”
"Am I really going too far? Edmund, tell me, who asked Cassati to take the Punisher to Zhilin City? Don't say that they went to a city where meat is sold on their own initiative.
What good does it do them to show off their power?"
"This, this matter is not me..."
"Who else could it be if I weren't you? Lie, just keep lying!" Chris sneered, "It's useless for you to lie to me. That woman will point out your crime right away. You have to think carefully about how to tell me
Charlemagne pleads."
Edmund had some difficulty breathing. He kept wiping the sweat from his face with a handkerchief, but it was of no use. His handkerchief had long been soaked and was dripping.
"Your Highness, I admit that I ordered the Heavenly Punishers to go to Zilin City," Edmund decided to confess to Chris, "but I really did not instruct them to attack Prince Charlemagne's messenger."
"I guess you don't have the courage!" Chris said with a smile, "You said you asked me to save the kingdom, do you think I really believe your lies? You clearly want me to save you!"
Edmund sniffed and said, "If you are willing to save me, please stop this trial."
"Why should I stop this trial?" Chris shook his head and said, "I don't think Charlemagne did anything wrong. The punisher should be punished, especially this damn woman. She killed my sister. Although I
I don’t remember that sister, but she is also my relative.”
Edmund was desperate, and he had some regrets. Maybe he should have told the truth to Chris from the beginning, in which case he could still have a chance of survival for himself.
But such regret is meaningless. Chris is too smart. He can see through everything. No one knows what he is thinking. The idea of using him in the first place was stupid.
As the trial came to an end, Edmund gradually felt relieved. He took out a pill from his arms, which was a fatal poison. He wanted to die with dignity.
The last part of the trial began. Prince Charlemagne allowed Cassati to make a final defense for himself. He had sent someone to tell Cassatti in advance that as long as she named the person behind the case, she would be spared death.
It was Cassati's turn to speak, and her eyes looked at Edmund.
Edmund closed his eyes and brought the pill to his mouth.
Chris suddenly grabbed Edmund's hand and said with a smile: "Don't be so anxious, just finish reading the story first, okay?"
Yes, at least there must be a little resistance. Edmund opened his eyes and waited for Cassati's accusation. He was thinking about how to defend himself, but found that Cassatti's lips were trembling, but he could not say a word.
Come.
After a few minutes of silence like this, the nobles became noisy again, and someone shouted: "This witch has confessed her crime, burn her to death!"
The king looked at Charlemagne and asked impatiently: "When do you plan to pronounce the sentence?"
Charlemagne looked at Cassati with a frown and said, "Aren't you going to defend yourself?"
Cassati was shaking her head, but she was still speechless.
Amid the shouts of the nobles, Charlemagne reluctantly read out the final verdict.
Cassati attacked the prince's messenger and killed innocent civilians in Zhilin City indiscriminately. Charlemagne declared her guilty as a judge and she will be burned at the stake tonight.
The nobles burst into cheers, but the Punishers remained silent. Edmund looked at Chris in surprise, and Chris smiled and whispered: "The Punishers sent it to Cassati
A breakfast, this is a reasonable request, and Charlemagne will certainly not refuse. Perhaps it was the affectionate nature of this breakfast that made Cassati so excited that he was speechless."
Oh my god...
A sudden chill made Edmund stop sweating. He understood what Chris meant. The Punisher poisoned Cassati and made her mute.
"But, why would the God of Punishment..."
"Everyone wants to live in peace, but some people always want to cause unnecessary trouble. When this happens, the best solution for everyone is to get rid of the troublemakers," Chris
He patted Edmund on the shoulder and said, "I hope you can learn your lesson and stay away from these lunatics in the future."
Chris smiled triumphantly. It was obvious that he had manipulated the whole thing. He had defused a conflict and saved poor Edmund.
It's just that he ignored one detail, and this matter caused a person to be fooled.
Charlemagne saw Chris's smile, which made Charlemagne feel ashamed.
After the trial, the king secretly summoned Chris. The first words he said during the meeting surprised Chris. The king stroked his hair affectionately and said with a smile: "Well done, my son."
This sentence flattered Chris. The last time the king praised him was probably ten years ago. Seven-year-old Chris wrote a poem to the king. The king said in front of everyone: "
The writing is pretty good.”
This compliment made this young child proud for a whole year.
"The celebration is coming soon, would you like to sit next to me?"
Chris looked at the king in surprise. He suspected that there might be something wrong with his ears.
Sitting next to the king to participate in the celebration? This is Charlemagne's unique privilege.
"I, of course I am willing." Chris tried his best to control his emotions. He felt like he had the urge to cry.
"Go prepare a beautiful dress and let the residents of Lion City see my most handsome son."
Chris didn't know how he walked out of the palace. He felt that his soul had flown out of his body.
Maybe Edmund was right, he was still the man who could save the kingdom, or even the man who could own the kingdom.
After Chris left, Conrad, the chief bachelor, walked to the king from the side door of the palace.
"Your Majesty, I accidentally overheard the conversation between you and the prince."
The king smiled and said: "I let you stay here just to let you hear this."
Conrad said in surprise: "Your Majesty, do you really want to pass the throne to Prince Chris?"
"Of course not," the king sneered. "I just want to teach Charlemagne a lesson. I want him to understand one thing. There are some lines that he should never cross."
"But Prince Chris's methods are a bit special. I'm worried that he may have misunderstood some things."
"Don't worry, I know how vicious this devil is," the king put down his wine glass and said coldly, "Before I leave this world, I will send him to where he belongs."