In the spacious and magnificent auditorium of the city hall, an extremely tense atmosphere filled the room. At this moment, it was like a pot that had been burning on the fire for a long time, and the air was filled with a dry and hot smell.

There are two long rows of tables in the center, and the narrow rows of chairs around them are also neatly surrounded, leaving only a passage where people can enter and exit.

These long rows of chairs can easily accommodate thousands of people, but at this moment it still seems quite crowded, and many people even have to stand on both sides.

Most of these people seemed emotional, and their angry expressions were revealed on their faces. The ones that were in great contrast with them were the big figures sitting behind the long table in the center. They seemed so leisurely that they seemed to turn a blind eye to everything around them.

Another one who seemed extremely leisurely was Grand Duke Sham who was sitting in the lonely seat in the center. He was the defendant who was being tried at this moment, but his expression seemed to be a winner.

There were more than a dozen long swords thrown in the open space next to it. Several neatly dressed old craftsmen were fiddling with these long swords. Some of them smashed the swords with iron hammers, and then used magnifying lenses to approach the broken part and observe carefully. Some were dripping colored liquid on the sword body, and then carefully observed the speed and texture of the liquid melting and permeating into the steel.

After fiddling with each other for nearly half an hour, the elderly craftsmen finished all their work. They whispered and discussed for a while, and then signed their names on a document.

The document was immediately handed over to the hands of the guard officer next to him and was carefully handed over to the hands of the Count who presided over the hearing.

"People, please be quiet. Now the appraisers' appraisal results are in my hands. I believe this document has at least one crime for the defendant. This document proves that the weapons sent by Sham Bus to the warriors of the Southern Legion are not inferior goods, they are all equipment that meets the standards."

"I brought some of these appraisers myself, some from the General Staff of the Southern Corps, and others were elected by everyone here. I believe their fairness is beyond doubt."

"If this document can be confirmed, then at least in my personal opinion, this hearing is just a sad misunderstanding. Obviously, a private dispute has created an unpleasant gap between the Southern Legion and their commanders. However, in my opinion, it is not too late to bridge this crack at this moment. Let us observe silently for the soldiers who unfortunately died in this dispute that should have been avoided. Perhaps this can make their spirits in heaven safe." The Count said leisurely.

The words of the hearing host obviously aroused the anger of everyone present, and a loud noise came from the hall in an instant.

"Earl Kemilan, IMHO, this hearing is no longer just a hearing held around the original bar bloody incident. What we really intend to pursue is the whereabouts of nearly 500,000 taxes. You have been tangled up repeatedly in the places where we all have reached a consensus. As soon as we came up, we claimed that the evidence here was not sufficient, as if the accounts listed on the account books of the Military Control Commission were clearly just some meaningless numbers."

"Immediately afterwards, you will mention the quality of the weapons provided to Grand Duke Foss. All of us here remember your stern tone just now, as if the protagonist of this hearing was not Grand Duke Sham but Grand Duke Foss."

"This even makes us doubt. Who did you represent to preside over this solemn and sacred place? Is it the General Staff? Or the Grand Duke Kane who is extremely favored by you? If it is the latter, we can fully understand the purpose of your doing so." Grand Duke Locke suddenly stood up and said loudly.

"Duke Locke, please pay attention to your words. You are obviously questioning the fairness and authority of the General Staff. Perhaps I should report in detail to all the adults of the General Staff in detail what you said just now and let them make a judgment." Daughter Kemilan seemed extremely angry and said aggressively.

"I don't know what you can complain about. What the Grand Duke suspected does not seem to be nonsense. Is the relationship between your Excellency and the Kane family known to everyone, and the long-standing grudge between the Kane family and the Foss family lasted for centuries. What's more, does the General Staff mean justice? Humph! I don't think so." The middle-aged magician in a robe who had been standing next to Grand Duke Locke suddenly said coldly in a sarcastic tone.

According to convention, the person standing next to him has no identity to speak at such a hearing. Those who break this rule will even be severely punished. However, at this moment, no one wants to punish this unruly speaker. After all, everyone is afraid of the mysterious power represented by the magician.

The Earl of Kemilan also felt a dilemma. Only then did he remember that Grand Duke Locke was one of the few people among the lords in the south that he could not provoke.

The power this great man possesses is fine. The most terrifying thing is that this guy has the help of a magician. Although the Kane family also hires some magicians, there is no such a powerful person around him to serve as a bodyguard.

What's more, even the count himself was doubtful that if he was killed by the magician because he angered Grand Duke Rock, would the Kane family send a magician to avenge him?

This possibility is simply slim. Everyone knows that magicians are the least willing to be enemies with opponents who are also magicians. Even if the Kane family cares about their own life and death, those magicians will probably do whatever they want.

As soon as he thought that he might "died sick" halfway through, Earl Kemilan felt scared and worried. However, what the magician said made him in a dilemma. The other party had already openly pointed his target at the General Staff. If he did not express anything about this, the situation would be difficult to control.

At this moment, the Earl of Kemilan deeply regretted why he had to recruit such a troubled man.

Just when he was in a dilemma, a commotion suddenly came from outside, which gave the hearing host a good opportunity to divert his sight.

"What happened? Why is it so noisy outside?" The Count shouted angrily.

Several guards rushed out in a hurry. After a while, one of them ran back in a panic and said, "Sir, there was a sudden riot on the square. A group of people stood in the center of the square and were inciting the people."

When he heard this, the Earl of Kemilan was immediately furious. Obviously, he never expected that his subordinates could not even control such things.

"Are the guards all sleeping? Is the sword in your hands rusted into the scabbard? In my opinion, there are many ways to deal with such ulterior motives. Whether it is the soldering iron and needle bed in the torture room of the law enforcement team, the hanger and the guillotine are all specially set up for such guys." The Count said angrily.

"Why don't you arrest them? Maybe it can add some interesting after-the-scenes to this hearing." Earl Komilan began to question his hands.

"This-" the guard officer hesitated and said, "I'm afraid no one among us dares to rush up and capture those people. No guard in the square dares to approach them, because they have at least two magicians among them."

Just as the guard officer finished speaking, a roar came from the city hall again. Obviously, the news was far beyond everyone's expectations.

Even the Earl did not expect such a change to happen. Suddenly he felt that the situation had become very bad.

In fact, the General Staff is supported by the General Staff, and the person being tried was the commander-in-chief of the Southern Legion. Because of this, no one originally believed that the states from Deli to the southern states would have powerful figures to stand up and doubt the authority of the General Staff. As long as the hearing is controlled to a suitable and less intense level, the hearing can end in failure. At that time, there will be no powerful figures in the South.

Almost all plans were formulated around the power possessed by the lords of the southern states, counties and provinces. The General Staff took a lot of time to do this plan.

However, this plan did not consider those characters who were not restricted by power at all - those magicians with special powers.

Originally, in their opinion, all magicians were special people who never questioned politics. At most, they would give advice on someone, but now the situation is obviously completely different from what they had expected.

Grand Duke Locke's attack was already difficult for him to deal with because of the magicians around him. At this moment, two magicians suddenly appeared on the square. Judging from their posture, these people were by no means their allies.

But Earl Milan only felt that he had fallen into a huge quagmire. He began to think about how to get out of him. After all, he didn't want his return to become a road to hell.

After thinking for a while, he had made up his mind. The count from the capital immediately turned around and whispered to the lords: "I believe you are already guessing who is coming to this city. Their trip is undoubtedly for this hearing. Instead of keeping them out, it is better to invite them to enter this sacred and solemn hearing venue. Perhaps they will bring us unexpected wisdom and decisions."

As he said that, Earl Kemilan ordered the guard officer: "On behalf of me, go and welcome the arrival of those uninvited guests. Since they have two magicians among them, I believe there is enough reason to make us respect them and our party."

The guard officer received the order and walked out.

"Open the door! Open all the doors, let us welcome the arrival of those mysterious guests." Earl Kemilan clapped hard and said, as if he was quite excited, and he could not see the angry expression just now.

At this moment, the Grand Duke Sham felt something was wrong. He no longer had the arrogance he had just now. He stared blankly at the heavily opened doors, as if behind these doors was the judge who could determine his fate.

Others also stared at the door, most of them were full of expectations, and they felt that today's incident seemed a little confusing, and the sudden appearance of the two magicians cast a strange and mysterious color on the hearing that caused a sensation in the south.

The rumbling sound of war drums came into the closed city hall, which seemed extremely low and powerful, as if it was the dull thunder before the storm came. And the loud sound of the war horn seemed extremely harsh, as if it was a bright light that suddenly flashed out of the dark clouds.

Under the gaze of everyone, several tall figures appeared at the end of the gate. From their walking posture and the momentum they showed, everyone present felt an invisible pressure.

These people are getting closer and closer, and everyone can finally see the civilian costumes they are wearing, but no one will regard them as ordinary people at this moment. There will definitely be two magicians accompanying ordinary people.

Suddenly, a burst of exclamation broke through the silence in the city hall: "His Royal Highness Prince Henride, my God, it is Prince Henride who has come here."

With this scream, others also recognized the mysterious visitor who was walking in the front.

The moment they recognized Prince Henride, the officers of the Southern Corps stood up first. The lords were stunned for a moment, and then quickly stood up.

Seeing this scene, Earl Milan was obviously a little shocked, but he immediately calmed down because he had thought about what to do next in the moment.

Anyway, the General Staff originally wanted to cause disagreement between the Southern Legion and Grand Duke Shamu, but it was originally intended to make it difficult for a strong figure in the south to appear in the south that could affect the overall situation.

This matter has nothing to do with his own personal interests from the beginning. Whether the south is safe and whether Grand Duke Xiamu can save his life has nothing to do with him. As long as he figures out all this, the matter has become very clear.

From the current appearance, it may be difficult for Grand Duke Sham to protect himself. Instead of tied himself up with the sunken broken ship, it is better to ride the broken ship before it completely sinks and quickly climb onto another stronger and more stable big ship.

In this moment, the Count had abandoned his allies, and he had even begun to consider how to make himself climb onto another big ship. Obviously, his series of performances just now had already tied him tightly to the broken ship of Grand Duke Sham. At this moment, if he wanted to completely free himself from these constraints, he would probably have to sacrifice this gentleman who had no hope.

Making up his mind, the Count immediately put on a humble and respectful look, and used a trot and a bow that almost touched his knee to express his respect.

But Earl Milan's actions were obviously beyond everyone's expectations, but what was even more surprising was that His Highness did not seem to care about any respect from the host of the hearing. He seemed to have not seen the person in front of him who bowed to him, and he did not even stop for a moment and walked straight towards the long table in the center.

However, no one would think that the prince's performance was too arrogant and unreasonable at this moment, because almost everyone felt a strong sense of oppression, which seemed to be the extremely dull and suffocating feeling before the storm came. The southern lords sitting below could all feel the powerful energy hidden behind this momentum.

This is definitely not something that you can face or resist. Almost everyone has such a thought. At this moment, they feel shocked and afraid, and a sense of awe arises from the bottom of their hearts.

The Earl of Kemilan was already glad that he had just bet right, because just as the prince passed by him for a moment, he felt a murderous intent that made him creepy.

Carefully lifting his body slightly, the count secretly glanced at the prince. His figure as majestic as a mountain, further supported the amazing momentum and incomparable majesty.

The Earl suddenly seemed to have a blank mind. This feeling of pressure was something he had ever seen in the second person. Even the "bloodthirsty" leader, who was known for his might and madness, never made him feel so powerful and invincible.

Such a person is born to be a monarch and a king, and this count's mind cannot help but come out of this thought.

Suddenly, his eyes occasionally glanced at the cold and murderous look of the commander of the "Storm Wind" who was the guard.

The cold gaze, which was like solid ice and sharp blade, almost instantly made the count fall into an ice cave.

Earl of Milan sighed heavily and stretched his fingers, as if his body was really frozen. This action made him feel a little better. He suddenly realized that if he did not show his loyalty quickly, the catastrophe would not only fall on Grand Duke Sham alone.

Thinking of this, the Count suddenly straightened his back and put on a proud look again and said loudly: "Everyone, this is probably the gift given to us by the kind Father God, so that His Highness Prince Henride can return to Delizhi safely. He can appear here at this moment, probably because of the arrangement and guidance of God's Father. If it is the will of the God, we mortals will never violate it. Here I suggest that His Highness the Prince preside over this hearing from now on."

Earl of Keramran's proposal was obviously beyond everyone's expectations, and even Prince Henride himself never expected it, but he did not express any surprise or surprise at all.

Seeing His Highness the Prince's calm look, Ribo was indeed a little impressed. He could do this himself, but that was the result of Eckert's painstaking training. At this moment, he believed that if he could be called a qualified actor, then His Highness the Prince also had very outstanding performance qualifications.

"No, I protest, he is not qualified to judge me at all." The only objection was the defendant, whose shouts seemed to have taken all his strength.

Before the Earl of Kemilan could show any performance, the prince had already walked to the defendant with an extremely powerful aura, as if a gust of wind swept across the hall. The extremely strong momentum even made the lords sitting on the rows of chairs around him lean back involuntarily, and the Grand Duke Sham, who was the person involved, sat down in the dock prepared for him with a pale face.

Prince Henride glared majestically at the pale defendant, and he slowly raised his right hand to his cousin.

"You said I am not qualified to judge you." Prince Henride said in an extremely low and slow voice, and suddenly his voice exploded like thunder: "Look at the armor on my fingers, and say to me again what I just said."

The deafening roar almost completely destroyed the will of the pale-faced grandpa. He curled up his body and wrapped his arms around his head, and his face showed a look of crying. At this moment, he looked as if facing the angry child of his father holding a rattan. His miserable and pitiful look even made everyone feel sympathy.

However, no one was in the mood to sympathize with this greedy person at this moment. In fact, the thunderous roar also made them tremble all over. These lords were like a group of students facing the majestic teacher, and they even seemed to have seen the heavy teaching stick.

"This is the coat of arms given to me by my father when I left Delizhi." His Highness said slowly in a low tone again: "The coat of arms symbolizing royal power!" His roar once again shocked the entire town hall and shocked everyone here: "You said just now that I am not qualified to judge you?" The prince lowered his tone again: "In my opinion, every person in Delizhi is qualified to punish you for death." The deafening voice made the poor defendant cry in public, and his sad look seemed to be a child who had suffered all his grievances.

"This is really a shame." Prince Henride slowly turned around and glanced around. All the lords who were sweeping at him were involuntarily lowering their heads.

A low and powerful voice echoed throughout the city hall, and the invisible pressure even shrank the timid man.

"This is a shame from the Kingdom of Deli, a shame that never existed before, putting a greedy hand on the soldiers' heads. Do you know what this means?" Prince Henride once again glanced at everyone in anger: "But what is even more shameful is that such behavior is not punished."

"This has never happened to a cowardly country like Francis or Ereth, even a cowardly country like Sibai. The only thing that does this blatantly without worrying about being punished is Otireth, which has been annexed by us."

"What's this?"

His Highness the Prince asked in an unusually low voice, and suddenly the thunder fell into the magnificent town hall again: "This is a shortcut to the destruction of the country."

After saying all this, the prince slowly walked back to Earl Kemilan, looked at him coldly and said, "The reason why I came here today is not to judge whom. At this moment, I do not intend to change the procedures of the hearing. I just want to stand aside. I just want to see if justice and majesty will come to this solemn and sacred place."

After saying this, His Highness Prince Henride walked to the back of the long table and sat down slowly.

I don't know who it was, so I first stood up, and then the lords who attended the hearing stood up one after another. Everyone expressed their respect for the prince with a uniform bow. The two completely different expressions of solemnity and joy were revealed on their faces at the same time.

Seeing this scene, Ruibo, who was standing aside, was deeply impressed. This was obviously not his original script, but the effect at this moment was obviously far beyond the script he had formulated.

He was absolutely sure that the count from the capital would never dare to favor Grand Duke Shamu again. The final fate of the greedy and stingy man was obviously determined.
To be continued...