Rawls, who was wearing a white stiff-turned collar, a special tie, and a black open-fronted loose-sleeved robe with shoulder pads, quietly looked at Witte Gaude in front of him.
Witte Gaude is fifty-five years old this year. The nearly three weeks of prison life have not broken him down, who can be called an old man in this era. He is sitting on an old brown bench, with his back straight and his legs straight.
The style of soldiers from more than ten years ago still remains.
Although his face was a little pale and his clothes were a little dirty, he was in good spirits. In order not to be caught by Nozick and others, Jurgen only made some normal arrangements and did not receive any special treatment.
"Mr. Witte Gaude, this is Lawyer Rawls Adrian, the barrister I hired for you."
Lawyer Jurgen introduced Rawls to Witte Gaude, who was sitting opposite. Jurgen was wearing a lawyer's robe today, but as a solicitor he was slightly different from Rawls's barrister's robe.
The same hard-turned fake collar, the same special tie, but Jurgen's lawyer's robe has a square collar, and there are no stacked sleeves, directly revealing the sleeves of the black double-breasted suit worn underneath.
Witte Gaude nodded with a look of gratitude. This was not the first time he met Rawls, but their relationship was limited to a greeting, but this time Rawls almost saved his life.
He was about to speak when Rawls suddenly turned around and said to a police sergeant standing at the door:
"Mr. Sheriff, the conversation between the lawyer and the client is confidential, so please..."
The senior police sergeant nodded, walked out and closed the door.
Rawls nodded with satisfaction, looked at Witte Gaude again, took out his pocket watch, and said seriously:
"Mr. Witte Gaude, I am your defense lawyer, Rolls Adrian. There is no need to say anything more. We only have thirty minutes.
After the court session, except for necessary questions, such as the judge or the clerk who needs you to state the facts of the case, tell about your conflict with Lancer Nozick during the day, etc., you do not need to say any extra words.
Stay calm and do not make any abnormal actions or remarks in court. Because the other party's lawyer may take advantage of your mental condition, any abnormal actions you make will be interpreted by the jury as you have a mental problem."
Witte Gaude nodded, his voice hoarse:
"I will do as you ask."
…
Outside Trial Court No. 1 of the Criminal Court, this case was considered a major criminal case, and the two parties involved in the game were well-connected, so it was not tried in the Magistrate's Court.
The first session this afternoon, Trial Court No. 1, the trial judge is unknown.
Looking at Jurgen on the side, Rawls smiled and asked:
"Do you feel that the time I spent communicating with the client is too short?"
Jurgen nodded. He had also brought the barrister to communicate with the client before, and never like Rawls, the communication only ended in more than 20 minutes.
"In fact, this kind of pre-trial communication only requires one sentence. It is enough to tell them not to talk nonsense and not to behave abnormally. The reason why I talked to him for twenty minutes was mainly to make him trust me.
, do as I say.”
Seeing that Jurgen still looked embarrassed, Rawls continued to explain:
"These are what you will learn at Lincoln Institute in the future. When you come back from Tingen, I will ask Mr. Robert to arrange more cases like this for you. You will know after seeing more that your opponent is not the most difficult in court.
It’s your client who’s being entangled.”
Rawls' valet Morris trotted over, holding a document in his hand, and handed it to Rawls:
"Sir, this is the information for today's trial judge and clerk."
"Oh? It's finally settled."
Rawls took the information and quickly looked through it:
"Sgaro Rush..."
Rawls smiled, looked at the nervous Jurgen, and said with a smile:
"Don't be nervous, it's from our side."
Jurgen breathed a sigh of relief. If the judge leaned towards the New Party, it would have a relatively large impact on the jury.
…
The courtroom of the Criminal Court is larger than the general magistrate's court, but not much larger. Many people came to watch the excitement, making courtroom No. 1 extremely crowded and noisy.
"Hello, Mr. Adrian, I am Lancer Nozick's attorney, John Mueller."
Rawls, who was closing his eyes to meditate, opened his eyes and looked at the elderly lawyer who stretched out his hand in front of him. He was over sixty years old and had wrinkles on his face.
He is also wearing a lawyer's robe, but it is different from Rawls's and Jurgen's lawyer's robes. He is wearing a silk robe with a flat collar and cuffed long sleeves. The long sleeves hang down and there are 3 buttons on the cuffed sleeves.
Instead of wearing a tie, he wore a lace corset.
The long wig, originally made of white horsehair, has turned gray over time, and you can even see a sheen of oil on it under the gas light.
Lancer Nozick's defense lawyer is John Mueller QC, who has been practicing law for more than thirty years.
Rawls stood up, shook hands with John Muller, and said with a smile:
"I am Rawls Adrian, Witte Gaude's lawyer."
"I've heard of you, Backlund's youngest barrister." Attorney Mueller squinted his eyes, looking like an old fox. "You are also the boss of Adrian Law Firm."
Rawls lowered his head slightly and said modestly:
"Not as good as you, you are a big shot at the top of the legal profession."
In Loon, all barristers can only be called junior defense lawyers before they become Queen's Counsel, no matter how long they have been practicing or how good their achievements are.
"You have a good chance of winning. My daughter doesn't want me to get involved. She thinks it will affect my reputation. But after all, Nozick has been my friend for thirty years. I always have to do something for him. You're right."
wrong?"
Attorney Mueller has a kind attitude, as if he is just a neighbor who cares about his children.
"That's what you have to do." Rawls nodded in affirmation, but changed the subject, "But the law is fair, and he will not change the judgment because of what he does or doesn't do."
"Haha, you are still young and have seen very little."
Muller knew that the guy opposite him was not a simple character, but he couldn't say that Rawls was wrong, he could only say haha.
"Lawyer Mueller, the trial is about to begin. Let's not talk anymore. I heard that today's judge, Judge Sgaro Gash, is a soldier and hates unruly people."
Attorney Mueller's expression froze, but it passed quickly and he said with a smile:
"You should respect the judge."
Judge Sgaro Gash had already walked in, frowning as he listened to the messy courtroom.
The clerk who was already in place shouted loudly: