Butler Fred of the York family stood in the living room of the villa, staring intently at a bright six-pointed star appearing on the ground; then, a figure wearing a black windbreaker and a silver mask appeared in front of him
in front of.
"You're back"
Before he finished speaking, the mysterious man in black raised a finger and interrupted his words.
"Be careful," the man in black was heard whispering, "Logically speaking, I should still be locked up in Hagia Sophia now."
Butler Fred nodded.
"What are your orders today?"
"Follow me," the man in black said, "I'll take you to see something."
After hearing this, Butler Fred planned to prepare the carriage out of habit, but the man in black stopped him. The man in black chuckled, grabbed Butler Fred's arm, and then appeared on the ground again.
A shining six-pointed star.
Before Butler Fred could react to what was happening, a strong light occupied his field of vision, and along with a feeling of dizziness, the surrounding scenery disappeared in an instant.
A few minutes later, when his vision gradually became clearer, he found himself in the middle of a dense forest. The thick canopy blocked the sun's rays, making the place dark and dark. The roots of the trees on the ground were entangled.
Staggered, covered with dense moss.
Looking at the dark and deep mountains and old forests, Butler Fred couldn't help but sigh: "This is really not a place where normal people would come."
"But it's also a good place to hide secrets." The man in black responded.
As the man in black spoke, he raised his hand and muttered some words that Butler Fred couldn't understand, which seemed to be magic spells.
Suddenly, sand and rocks flew in the dense forest, dust flew up, and a powerful force lifted up tree roots, rocks and soil on the ground, and dug downwards until a deep pit was dug.
Then, the man in black raised his right hand slightly, and a wooden box flew out of the deep pit and landed steadily in front of the two of them.
"What's this?"
"A person's urn." The man in black replied.
"Urns?" Butler Fred frowned, "Shouldn't the urns be buried in the cemetery behind the church? How could they be buried in this deep mountain and forest?"
"It's very simple," the man in black said with a smile, "Fred, you should have heard that there is more than one magician in the Mage Tower. Such a spell only requires a corpse, or even some fragments of the corpse.
This will restore the truth behind this person’s death.”
Butler Fred sighed deeply: "No wonder the crime rate in the capital has dropped significantly in recent years. I thought it was because the police department expanded its recruitment."
"That's why the murderer hid the body in the deep mountains and forests to prevent it from being found by the police station and expose the truth of the case."
"Then you brought me here, do you need me to do anything?" Butler Fred asked.
"When you go back, call the police officers from the capital here," the man in black ordered calmly, "It's time to make the truth known to the public.
"I think this must be the most dramatic trial in the history of Braden Kingdom."
Hearing the word "trial", Butler Fred felt a little confused. If he remembered correctly, wasn't the trial for treason against the Prime Minister postponed for a while and transferred to the Church of Light? Could something have happened recently?
Big deal?
But he didn't ask any more questions.
As the bright six-pointed star flashed away again, the two of them disappeared into the deep forest.
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at the same time.
A judicial office in Dongcheng District of the capital.
"Liz, female, 20 years old, lives at No. 220 Rosemary Street, Dongcheng District." Bennett raised his head and looked at the petite, sweet-looking girl in front of him, "You said that you volunteered to replace your father.
Become a jury member and participate in this trial?"
"Yes," the young girl named Liz nodded with a smile, "Can you give me back my ID now?"
Bennett nodded and handed the ID back to the girl.
But he really couldn't figure out why a twenty-year-old girl like this would volunteer to join the jury.
Bennett is a judicial clerk in the Supreme Court of the Kingdom of Braden.
One of his main tasks is to recruit people from the residents of Braden Kingdom to serve as jury members when the Supreme Court holds trials.
The laws of the Kingdom of Braden usually determine who is right and who is wrong based on the public order and good customs formed in people's daily lives; during the trial process, it is not the judge who ultimately decides whether the suspect is guilty, but a jury composed of civilians, usually from ten years of age or above.
Selected by random draw from Kingdom citizens who are eight years old and have no criminal record.
During the trial, in order to prevent being influenced by public opinion, the jury members need to be isolated from the outside world and cannot contact the outside world or read newspapers. In addition, most cases are boring and often last for a long time.
Most residents are unwilling to join a jury unless they have to; they may even pretend to be crazy to avoid this obligation.
They often joked that after a year on the jury, they lost their jobs, lost their pets, and their wives ran away with someone else.
Because of this, this job gives judicial assistant Bennett a deep headache.
Every time he recruited people, he had to find ways to persuade stubborn citizens and spend a long time with them to get them to reluctantly join the jury.
The young girl named "Liz" who volunteered to join the jury is obviously a special case.
Bennett wished everyone could be as worry-free as she was.
"By the way, Mr. Bennett, can you tell me who the suspect is on trial this time?"
"This... I can't tell you until you get to the Supreme Court," Bennett replied. "Go ahead and pack your luggage. Remember to report to the Supreme Court on time the day after tomorrow."
"Yeah." Liz nodded, with a sweet smile on her face.
After saying goodbye to Bennett, she turned and left the room.
Although she had some change on hand, in order to save money, she still chose to walk home in the scorching sun.
When she returned to the dirty, damp, cramped public rental housing for the poor, her father had already been holding a pair of newly purchased crutches, struggling to wait for her quietly at the door.
"Liz, thank you for your hard work this time." Her father forced out a difficult smile and said to her.
"Dad, let's go inside first," Liz responded. "After I go to the jury, you must take care of yourself, but don't go to church to participate in any victory celebrations."
"Alas." After hearing this, my father lowered his head, looked at his weak legs, and sighed silently.
The injury is very new and painful.
But he felt sorry for his daughter even more.
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ps: This chapter is an additional update to thank the helmsman for the 10,000 reward from Mortal Mi.