However, the young nobleman did not look discouraged and upset. He just looked up the slight head-up pattern and looked at the chief legal officer who was monitoring the voting. Then he packed up the writing board and water meter and other items, and hurried towards the side hall of the ** Courtyard, as if he was avoiding something.

Just as the legal officer and Princia's defense lawyer were about to ask about this strange phenomenon, they felt the ground trembling slightly, and there seemed to be hundreds of oxen roaring bulls in the entire square. As the whistling wind blew in, even Princia, who was filling the powder, held her ears and raised her ears. This tide-like violent sound was getting closer and closer. Because according to the standards of ancient Roman architecture, the walls and paints of collective gathering places such as the Temple of Concorde or the Courtyard must have special designs to ensure that the sound will not scatter or sink, so that everyone present can clearly listen to the speech of the venue. Therefore, once the tumultuous and huge speakers outside enter here, they almost give people a deafening feeling.

About a quarter of a moment later, all the entourages on the steps outside the court were beaten by the mob who rushed over. The clothes and power were torn to pieces, and they all crawled in without possession. The chief jury and the jury stood up in a row and terrified to ask what happened outside. A jury was smart and trotted quickly, preparing to ask someone to close the court door. But as soon as he crossed the patio, he was hit on his forehead by a brick flying in from outside. He immediately fainted and did not move. Princia scratched her face with her hands and screamed in panic at this situation.

But this was just the beginning of a nightmare, followed by bricks, rotten fruits and feces that kept hitting through the gates or vents, like the heavy rain in summer. Jury members and judicial officers were experienced people of all kinds. They were cleverly hiding towards the protruding area (where the mob temporarily did not reach the range), like countless happy little turtles.

Princia screamed, and under the protection of her defense lawyer, she was also ready to climb to the safe place in a "rain of bullets", but there were too many competitors, and she crawled around, which made her feel pain of not being able to settle down. At this time, a mob occupied the ventilation hole on it. She scolded the court for being defiled by money and power, and actually condoned a socialite who instructed the assassin to assassinate the hero of the Republic. At this time, Princia realized that these people came to find her bad luck, but before she could say anything, the mob found her condescendingly, and then raised her hands and shouted to the back like the first combat hero who rushed up the enemy's wall, "I

The most despicable person was discovered!" Then more men and women climbed up from the vent hole, and more than a dozen hands were like rolling wheels. The first one to be knocked down was Princia's defense lawyer. A hard tiles were in the middle of his face. Blood immediately burst out from his nostrils and eyes, splashing on Princia's gorgeous clothes. She was speechless and could only stay in place and could not move until a bubble of stenched cow dung hit her carefully curled hair this morning. Then the filth flowed down warmly with her hair until it was covered in her body. She completely collapsed and sat on the ground and howled.

But Claudi's mob has not yet stopped. They still have to settle the score with the chief legal officer who is said to have received bribes. With a shout of victory, the mob inspired excitedly pushed open the door of the court. At first, they were a little hesitant, fearing that they would be punished after offending this sacred land of the law. But when they turned around and saw Claudi shouting slogans and running towards this side, just like the general who took the lead in charge on the battlefield, all their courage was aroused. They stepped on the filth and water flowing all over the hall, waving their fists to beat everyone present, whether they were clerks, entourages, juries or the citizens who were listening, they could not survive the violence. Princia became the target of the focus of care. The mobs tore up her clothes and humiliated her naked body - insults, beatings, and molestations...

When the Chief Legal Officer was about to escape from the small door, he and several entourages were beaten back by the mobs who had already been blocked there, and then fell into a crazy encirclement and attack. The mobs not only angrily knocked him to the ground, but also two prostitutes snatched his wallet and sprinkled a lot of gold coins and silver from it, shouting that this was the bribe the other party received. The result was self-evident, and the Chief Legal Officer's accompanying money was plundered.

The stormy sadism lasted for about a moment and a half before it ended. The whole courtyard turned into a mess, with injured people standing all over the place, and the smooth stone slabs were like faces filled with acne, portraits, tables, chairs and slabs were all destroyed.

Claudi then withdrew from the Temple of Virtue like a triumphant general, and with the whirlwind of the supporters' trumpets, no one dared to pursue this matter. This result made Claudi very satisfied. Just like a person who had eaten a cherry, he was willing to try a bigger sweetness.

Princia, who was covered in feces, with yellow and black dirty water dripping with clothes to pieces, held up a broken portrait board with her body, and shook down the steps of the courtyard step by step amid the laughter of many beggars at the door. She saw that her sedan chair was also poured with various filth, and she also applied various paintings and words with white mud and low-grade dyes. The sedan chair and the maid had already escaped to the point of nowhere. She threw the portrait board down, knelt down and touched the railing of the sedan chair, and sobbed sadly.

On the other side of the smoke, Claudiya, who was slightly slapped on the gorgeous sedan chair, was full of spring breeze, and praised Li Bida who was standing respectfully beside him. She even took Li Bida's hand and stroked her. She had always fought with Princia for victory. Now seeing her opponent in this way, of course, she was like standing on the shore of the breeze, and seeing others struggling in the waves. "Li Bidaus, you have done too well. I absolutely agree with this. I even support Marcos and Tuna to stay away from this femto scorpion banshee. Your business is to protect the master, for your adoptive father, and for my former mistress, sister and brother."

Li Bida politely broke away from the mistress's sticky hand, and then walked to Princia. Princia looked up and saw him, and crawled forward like a snake, raising her hand to hold Li Bida's necklace, but Li Bida quickly dodged away, "Dear Princia, you should be my friend, not be an enemy of me."
Chapter completed!