"Wood Johnson is charged with stealing, on November 17, a pair of gilt harness belonging to Mr. Raul Hendler, worth about fifteen soles. Do you plead guilty, Mr. Johnson?"
"I am not guilty, sir!"
Listening to the familiar words spoken by the clerk and the defendant, Burton Chester turned his attention to the young man sitting on the left side of his row.
It was a young man with handsome features, wearing a white stiff-turned false collar, a black open-sleeved robe with shoulder pads, and a short white wig made of horse hair.
Sitting and looking at the judge on the bench, he is the defendant's defense lawyer - Rawls Adrian.
Burton Chester knew this young man who was dressed the same as himself very well, or in other words, no one in Backlund's judicial staff knew him well.
Rawls was born in a lawyer's family. His father, Mason Adrian, was born in poverty but was not content with the status quo. He worked as a worker in the dock area during the day and studied at the free night school established by the goddess of the night. Later, he passed the entrance examination with his practical ability and hard work.
After attending law school and becoming a barrister, Mason became famous in Backlund's legal profession in just a few years. At the age of thirty-five, he even founded a law firm. Perhaps it was due to overwork in his early years that Mason
Before he could live past the age of sixty, he died of illness the year before last.
Rolls Adrian, who was still studying at Lincoln's Inn in Tingen at the time, returned to Backlund, handled Mason's funeral, and took over his family's law firm.
Of course, if it were just like this, Burton would never know Rawls so clearly. He is just a young man who inherited his own law firm. Backlund has young people who inherit a large amount of property every year, and there are also young people who will inherit a large amount of property every year.
Burton had seen many young people who squandered their property and then went to the dock area to wander and work as workers. When Burton was a young solicitor, he also drafted many sales contracts.
But Rawls Adrian was different. After his father passed away, he completed his five-year studies in just six months, graduated from Lincoln's Inn, and became a barrister.
And just like his father Mason, no! He became famous faster than his father. It only took him one year to become a famous barrister in Backlund.
Although in the past half month, Rawls, for some unknown reason, has started to get involved in ordinary civil cases, and even started to take on such small cases involving less than one pound.
Looking at Rawls again, Burton couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he was too young! I heard that Rawls was not yet twenty-two years old this year, and he was still studying at the Law School when he was twenty-two.
And Rawls himself looked at the judge on the bench - Harvey Brooke. He was about fifty years old, with a wide face with many wrinkles. He was wearing a black silk casual robe and a short white wig.
He was drinking from a wine glass.
Although he knew from his predecessor's memory that many judges who believed in the Lord of Storms were accustomed to drinking a glass of Lonzi wine during court sessions, neither his predecessor nor he had ever seen it.
Perhaps this was because there was a small civil case to be heard, and the amount involved was only 15 soles, so Judge Brooke was able to drink a glass of Lonzi.
The predecessor dealt with some major civil cases and criminal cases, so no judge dared to drink a glass of Ronzi before a trial, or a strong one.
However, looking at the quill pen holders, silver candlesticks and tilted scales scattered around Judge Brooke's bench, Rawls felt that the judge might not dare to drink a drink during the trial of major cases.
However, at such an old age, he is still only a salaried magistrate of the Cherwood District Magistrates Court, so he may not have the opportunity to hear major cases.
After all, this is the capital of the Kingdom of Loen, the "Capital of Ten Thousand Capitals". The House of Lords, Court of Appeal, High Court and Royal Court are all here. Where can we find a salaried magistrate of the Magistrate Court?
"The Biography of Raul Hendler."
When he heard the clerk begin to summon the client, Raul Hendler, Rawls knew that the trial had begun, and Judge Brook also put down his wine glass, adjusted his black casual robe, and looked at the client, Raul Hendler.
Le.
Raul Hendler is about fifty years old, wearing a white shirt and a red vest trying to restrain his bulging belly, with a gentle face.
"Mr. Johnson came to my house in November of last year and became my family's coachman, but he asked me in November last year that he wanted to return to White Cliffs because his son was sick." Hendler told the jury.
Arms, "As a gentleman, of course I agree.
After paying Mr. Johnson’s salary, I went on vacation to Desi Bay and came back in February this year. When I came back, I found that a pair of my gold-plated harnesses was missing. My servant told me that Mr. Johnson had taken it away when he left.
Got it!"
Hendler pointed to Wood Johnson, who was standing in the dock, and said, "I knew that Mr. Johnson's son was sick and might have stolen my gold-plated harness and sold it to treat his son's illness, so I immediately found a servant.
I went over to inquire. The servant told me that when he went to Hendler's house, he happened to find the harness that belonged to me."
"So I wrote to Mr. Johnson and asked him to return the harness to me. But Mr. Johnson wouldn't return it to me, so I had to sue him."
Hendler's words caused the jury to whisper, and Harvey Brooke on the bench struck the hammer.
"Rolls Adrian!"
Rawls stood up from the barrister's seat, nodded to Judge Brooke, and then looked at Raul Hendler, who was sitting on the right side of the plaintiff's seat.
"Mr. Hendler, how did you discover that your harness was missing? Did you find it missing when you were about to use it?"
"No, I found it when I was inventorying my property. After all, you have to know that I left Backlund and went to Disi Bay for more than a month on vacation, and there are always some dark-hearted servants who will secretly take away the property while the owner is not at home.
something.”
When Hendler talked about the "black-hearted servant", he looked at Wood Johnson standing opposite, "This is what every gentleman hates, so I have to take stock of mine before and after every vacation."
property."
"That's right. Things like this always happen in my family. It seems that I need to learn from Mr. Hendler!" shouted a young man in a black tuxedo in the jury.
"Tuk~~Tuk~~"
"Mr. Charles, you don't want to be asked out, do you?" Judge Brooke sounded the hammer and warned.
Young man Charles sat down sadly.
Rawls turned around and made a quiet gesture to Wood Johnson, who was eager to defend himself.
"Oh?" Rawls chuckled, "Then you have two carriages?"
"No, only a waggon."
"That's not in line with your status. You should buy another four-wheeled sedan." In Backlund, wealthy gentlemen often have two carriages, one with two wheels and one with four-wheeled sedans.
"I'm not at that point yet, Lawyer Rawls." Although Hendler didn't know what Rawls wanted to express, he still answered. Although Rawls is currently his "enemy", he is very willing to
Making friends with such a promising young barrister, especially when his current situation is not very good.
"But I heard that you bought a lot of land the year before last, and you had an income of nearly three thousand pounds last year..."