The moment he heard this, Archbishop Yak Nelga almost realized that the "Alan York" in front of him was not the real Alan York, but just a substitute.
But the real Allen is still hiding in the dark at this time, continuing to do things secretly outside.
Archbishop Nelga didn't know where Allen found a substitute who looked so similar to himself; he also didn't know why he couldn't tell the identity of the person in front of him even with the help of the power of the goddess of light.
true and false.
But no matter what, Allen used such a cunning method to lower his vigilance while quietly launching a fatal blow.
"I still underestimated him..." Thinking of this, Archbishop Nerga sighed silently in his heart.
But then he thought about it, how could an opponent who could consume his three golden pieces of paper be placed under house arrest in the church so easily?
Of course, the fact that things have reached this point does not mean that Allen has won a complete victory.
"I am the archbishop in charge of the Diocese of Braden," Archbishop Nerga whispered to himself, "I want to see who has the courage to think that he is qualified to judge me."
Immediately, the archbishop raised his head and said to "Alan York" who was sitting on the sofa: "Just wait, I will come back to you for questioning after I resolve the matter over there."
"Alan York" was still sitting calmly on the sofa, smiling at him; he was holding a cup of black tea in his hand, with his left foot on his right leg, looking carefree and uninhibited, quite like a winner.
In the Archbishop's view, his behavior at this time was like an invisible mockery of himself.
Archbishop Nerga snorted coldly and did not care about this fake substitute. Instead, he followed Priest Peter and turned around to leave the room full of murals.
As Peter said, people from the Capital Police Department are already waiting downstairs of Hagia Sophia.
They stood in two lines, surrounding a closed carriage, carrying muskets on their backs, daggers at their waists, and wearing uniforms of the same style. They looked energetic and well-guarded.
"Mr. Bishop, please get in the car," the leading police officer said.
"Are you so afraid that I will sneak away?" Archbishop Nerga's tone was full of disdain. But even though he said this, he actually did as the police officer said and calmly boarded the carriage.
In his opinion, although Allen had done everything he could to get him to court through conspiracy and tricks, the archbishop was a member of the Light Church after all. According to the agreements reached between the Light Church and various secular countries, the crimes committed by the clergy were
Only the Church of Light has the qualifications to deal with it.
Currently, the only people who are qualified to deal with Archbishop Nerga are the pope and cardinals.
The courts of secular countries are not qualified to try him.
Because of this, the archbishop felt very confident at this time.
Today's trial is nothing more than a farce.
Although Allen is smart, he is still too young and lacks experience. He did everything he could, but missed such an important thing.
If it were Archbishop Nerga himself, he would never make such a stupid mistake.
Unknowingly, the carriage turned several corners and finally stopped at the gate of the Supreme Court of Braden Kingdom.
This is a building made entirely of black marble that combines columns and arches. With its boxy appearance, it looks solemn and solemn.
Under the guidance of several police officers, Archbishop Nerga walked along the corridor toward the trial hall.
This hall is rectangular in shape. Going from the outside to the inside, there are the auditorium, witness box, lawyer's box, plaintiff's and defendant's seats, jury box, clerk's box, and judge's box from the middle to both sides.
rise.
At the very end and at the highest position is the seat of the presiding judge.
Currently, this seat is empty and no one is taking it.
Archbishop Nerga doesn't think anyone is qualified to sit on it.
As for the other seats, they were already full of people, and it looked dark, with whispers coming from time to time.
The Archbishop saw the Sistine Prime Minister in the witness seat.
The Prime Minister was not wearing a wig at this time; because he had been locked up in the dungeon for several days, he looked pale and unshaven. However, in order to participate in today's trial, he specially wore a suit, buttoned to the highest button, and his chest was
Very straight.
"Didn't he commit treason?" Archbishop Nerga frowned slightly and asked the police officer next to him, "How can he be qualified to sit here?"
"He is currently surrendering, but without investigation and trial, he cannot be convicted yet. According to the laws of the Braden Kingdom, he is qualified to be a witness in another case." the police officer replied.
As for Alan York, he was sitting quietly on the plaintiff's bench at the moment, looking through the pile of documents in his hand.
He was wearing a white shirt, a black double-breasted coat, a dark gray tie, and a black bowler hat at hand.
Although Archbishop Nerga already knew that the man in the church was a substitute, he was still extremely surprised when he saw the real Alan York this time.
The two people look so much alike.
Archbishop Nerga has always felt that Allen's appearance is of a very rare type, but he didn't expect that he could find a substitute who could look like the real one.
"Your Majesty, where is your seat?"
At this moment, the police officer beside him pointed to the dock on the other side and said.
But the archbishop still stood where he was, motionless.
"I don't know the identity of the judge yet," he said, pointing to the judge's seat. "I am a clergyman of the Church of Light. Only His Majesty the Pope and the Cardinal are qualified to judge me. If the judge is not them, then I can refuse to accept it.
This trial.”
The pope and cardinals are now in the papal territory and cannot appear here. The archbishop secretly thought to himself that it is time for this farce to end.
He gave a victorious smile to Allen on the plaintiff's stand.
However, after a short silence, a familiar voice floated from the judge's seat:
"So, am I qualified?"
"you?"
The Archbishop felt as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.
Appearing on the bench was Auxiliary Bishop Howard.
He wore a plain white priest's robe, a crown on his head, and looked solemn.
"You really overestimate your capabilities." Archbishop Nerga sarcastically said.
However, just for a moment, his expression suddenly darkened.
Because he suddenly saw something in Howard's hand, shining brightly under the spotlight.
"You...you can actually hold the hammer of judgment?" The Archbishop's voice trembled slightly.
Although Allen's substitute trick surprised him, he was still able to deal with it calmly.
But when he saw the hammer of judgment in Howard's hand, he could no longer remain calm.
In this world... are there really so-called "pure and unsullied" people who can afford this magical artifact left by the goddess of light?
"My Lord Bishop, you once told me that the gavel of judgment can choose its own owner. Only truly pure and unsullied people can use it to exercise the power of judgment on behalf of the goddess." I heard Howard sitting on the judge's bench and speaking calmly.
He said, "I admit that I was not born a pure and innocent person. Like everyone else, I was born into this world with stains. I was tempted by all kinds of temptations and had evil thoughts more than once.
"However, the true light is never always dark, it is just never obscured by darkness.
"Laziness, greed, jealousy... I admit that I have had such thoughts, but I dare to swear by the "Lighting Canon" that everything I have done in this life has been done with a clear conscience.
"I have never had any intention of harming anyone, and I have never felt sorry for anyone."
The archbishop narrowed his eyes slightly and wanted to retort.
But at this time, he discovered that under the light of the "Judgment Hammer", he seemed to be imprisoned. Not only was he unable to move, but even the surge of resistance had completely dissipated.
He had only experienced this feeling when facing the Pope.
Howard smiled and then said: "Sir Bishop, I can sit here today, and I actually have to say 'thank you' to you.
“Just like a pawn in chess, when it penetrates deep into the opponent’s rear, it can transform into a powerful ‘castle’, ‘knight’, ‘bishop’, or even a queen.
"I am just an inconspicuous little apprentice in the Mage Tower.
"However, when I was invited by you to come to Hagia Sophia, I discovered my true potential."
Having said this, he paused for a while, and the "Half of Judgment" in his hand hit the table hard, making a clear and loud sound.
"The court is in session," he announced.
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ps: Thank you to the helmsman for the 10,000 reward for walking in the breeze and drizzle! I will update it as soon as possible.