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The soldiers tied his hands and took Locke out. At this moment, Locke felt like a criminal, which was obviously a little different from what he had imagined before.

The bright midday sun made the muscles in Locke's face twitch slightly. He hadn't been out for a few days, and his limbs felt a little uncomfortable, and he had some cramps.

The guards escorted him through the square to the imposing building, the Temple of Justice.

Through the other's perspective, Locke's gaze fell on a nearby gallows, the scaffolding already assembled. Locke secretly speculated that the sound of hammering he had heard before came from here.

Sunlight pours in through the skylight of the cathedral, and a light breeze blows through the grand halls, kicking up a puff of fine dust. Large white candles line up in front of the church's huge stained windows, in front of which is a portrait of a proud imperial warrior. Thousands of shards of stained glass adorned his broad countenance and aristocratic temperament, and he was surrounded by golden brilliance, holding a huge war hammer in one hand and a leather-covered book in the other.

Locke couldn't help but stop and look at him.

Locke remembers that he was in this hall in the first place, receiving the ceremony of joining the Silver Hand, and now he has to pass through here and accept a trial?! What an inexplicable irony!

Half an hour later, Locke was seated in a large oak chair, in the middle of the polished and waxed floor of the courtroom.

In front of him is a huge platform, decorated with four throne-like chairs. In the middle of the platform, directly in front of him, was a large prayer platform where the judge was to administer. On the top of the table is a large white flag with the blue letter L written in WordArt, which means Lordaeron.

Originally, there were also huge flags from other kingdoms lined up along the large walls of the room.

They represent the 7 kingdoms of the Union.

A large blue flag embroidered with a golden lion, which represents the Kingdom of Stormwind.

There is also a flag, black with a fist with a red iron gauntlet, which represents the kingdom of Stormgard.

Except for these two places, the other locations are empty.

Locke couldn't help but wonder to himself, could it be that the Stormwind Kingdom and Riptide Castle had also sent people over? It's just, what's the point of them coming?

However, Locke was flustered now, and he didn't care about looking at anything else around him.

Locke couldn't turn around, nor did he dare to turn to look at the guidance of everyone around him, and he could hear the voices of hundreds of people in this temple of justice, whispering or muttering to and fro in this magnificent hall.

Through these voices, Locke somewhat understood that everyone who was here to judge himself. They may all have their own opinions, perhaps because they are surprised by his youth, or perhaps because of what he has achieved.

Some of these people may have fought against the scourge under their own command. Others, too, know themselves more or less. Locke could feel their surprise and confusion, and even contempt and ridicule. It seems that today's trial may not be so easy to solve.

In the distance to his right, he saw Thomas sitting among the people present. The latter shook his head at him solemnly, signaling him not to move, which made Locke even more suspicious.

"Lordaeron Guardians," a paladin stepped out, standing on the large pult platform, whom Locke did not recognize.

The paladin said in a clear voice, "Today we are officially judging one of us. The trial of Rock Harvey now begins in earnest. ”

Locke's hands began to sweat.

He wondered why he was shaking?! He had to try to keep his body from shaking. From the memory in his head, he knew that the four jurors would soon enter the temple.

Every major trial in Lordaeron is presided over by the four highest-ranking officials in the kingdom. Locke was sure he knew all four. When the first juror entered, the onlookers in attendance fell silent.

"All salute Grand Commander Saidan Dassault," the paladin said, as a tall soldier in red armor and silver threads walked across the platform. Dassault Khan sat on the throne-like chair on the far right, frowning, looking at the silent crowd below, then at Locke and nodding slightly.

This left Locke puzzled.

The paladin spoke again, "All salute our archmage, Duane," he said, as the second juror strode in. A sudden silence hit the crowd, and the mysterious mage sat down. His lavender-colored robe with a hood was trimmed with gold and black, and he held a long, large, shiny staff in both hands.

Locke looked at him, and Duane smiled at him without saying anything.

Soon, the third and fourth jurors were revealed.

The High Lord, Mograini, was well received by the soldiers and other paladins, and it was fitting that he should serve as a juror.

The fourth juror surprised Locke.

Baron Maxwell Tyrosos, dressed in black armor and battle robes, strode up and sat at the end of the throne.

The jurors gathered.

The grand jury, composed of more than fifty priests of the Brotherhood of Light, also entered the jury section through the side door. Their duties are the same as those of jurors, and they evaluate the defendant's criminal conduct and sometimes ask questions. The final vote is whether the defendant is guilty.

Soon, the paladin motioned for everyone to stand for the Inquisitor's entrance. All the men and women present stood up as Grand Inquisitor Ethan Lane entered the temple and walked onto the ornately decorated pult.

He deliberately cleaned up his hair today, and the hair that was originally jujube red and glued together was cleaned up cleanly. He stood quietly on the chanting platform wearing the robes of the Grand Prosecutor, a symbol of red majesty.

Locke looked at Ethan Lien with a serious face, he was a little puzzled, is this for acting today, or is he really going to deal with himself?

Moreover, during the week he was detained, the high lord and the high prosecutor never looked at him from the future. When she came to be tried, Sally said something like that, could it be that the wind had changed?

Or is it some kind of trick played by the noble council?

"Paladin Harvey," Archprostitute Ethan Leon began to say, looking at him steadily. "You are accused of collaborating with the enemy, of treason. And, leave the pre-planned itinerary with the army without informing your superiors. As you know, this is a terrible accusation. These noble paladins and adults have gathered here to hear your case and accordingly, to judge you in the light. How do you defend against the charges against you?"

Locke clenched his fists, keeping them from shaking. He could barely make a sound to answer.

"I plead not guilty to any other charges against me other than changing the army's training plan without permission, Lord Chancellor. However, I take full responsibility for my actions! Locke clenched his fists tightly.

As Locke had expected, the paladins in the room did not react much. Many of the paladins and officers who watched from the sidelines thought that the accusations were exaggerated and inconsistent with the facts. The officers and paladins gathered now only wanted to hear how Locke refuted these charges.

And the reaction of the nobles is somewhat intriguing, they look silently one by one, as if waiting for something.

Locke got up and looked behind him, watching the crowd's boisterous reflection.

Sally sat in the audience and forced a smile on him.

"Very good then, write it down." Grand Prosecutor Ethan Lien said calmly. "Paladin Harvey has made a plea of innocence."

Locke looked to the top, and the four jurors exchanged brief views with each other before motioning for Ethan Lien to continue.

"Very well, Corporal Ornice Brett, please appear in court and present your testimony and testimony." Attorney Ethan Lien demanded. The crowd was a little commotion, a female non-commissioned officer in clean clothing, walked to the bottom of the platform a little nervously, and stood solemnly next to Locke's chair, the non-commissioned officer forced a smile, and Locke smiled at her.

Brett cleared her throat and straightened up slightly. "My lords, I wish to make a statement for the transcript that Captain Locke Harvey is a noble man of mercy. But I can't deny what I've seen with my own eyes. I swear by the light that I will report everything I see. ”

"Four days ago, I led a detachment into the Silver Pines Forest. We saw that the kobolds and gnolls were active in the towns where people lived. Under the watchful eye of soldiers, they were given the same rights to life as citizens. ”

"These gnolls and kobolds were slaves captured by the Fifth Legion in battle. According to the guards, the regimental commander was concerned that civilians were being harmed while doing some dangerous work. So, these creatures were taken as slaves, and after a simple family education, they were engaged in mining and quarrying for us humans. ”

The four jurors above only briefly discussed this.

The crowd began to make a loud noise, and they disagreed with Locke about how to deal with the gnolls and kobolds, and some even argued.

"Silence!" Grand Attorney Ethan Lien struck the hammer, and the scene fell silent.

"You go on!"

"We noticed that the town has issued a new currency. There are gold, silver and copper coins, with the heads of our adults printed on the front and back of the silver and copper coins, and the heads of the gold coins being left blank and nothing printed. My lord, I have a model here. ”

Brett pulled a few coins out of his pocket and handed them over.

The paladin on the side took her things, and the reality was handed to Ethanlien, and then to the jury.

The jury reviewed the physical evidence as Ethan Lien began to relay the next Soldier witness.

Soon, the soldiers of Corporal Brett and Corporal Brett reported what they had seen to the Grand Court.

The jurors began to talk to each other again.

Locke watched them, and the testimony of the soldiers was in his favor.