Luke wasn't stupid, he knew exactly where he was, so even if the 'judge' was a civilian, he treated him with a lot of respect.

He wouldn't miss the slightest chance to get himself away with it, even though he didn't think that buying and selling slaves was a 'crime' as a nobleman, even if it was an elven slave.

However, what he didn't know was that this 'trial' was not just the internal affairs of the Sad Wind Leader, but a 'live broadcast'!

Luke had forgotten that the courthouse was built in the 'temple district', and what the maid had said when the court was completed, he had now completely forgotten about the 'useless things'.

"...... under the Witness of the Gods"

For some reason, Luke heard a sneer from behind him, and although he didn't hear what was said, he clearly remembered that it was the voice of Lady Fortune.

But that didn't stop him from thinking wildly, for the sneer had disrupted all his plans, and now his mind was in a mess.

'Why are you laughing?' Why is Lady Fortune laughing?' What did I do wrong? '

Luke's face was stiff, his gaze wandered, his eyes out of focus, and now he was only thinking about these few questions.

Luke stood in the dock and did not see the row of 'gods' behind the judge, those statues only a few feet tall with the thoughts of gods.

The gods' gaze fell on Luke, who had become a little flustered, through the idol.

He didn't even know that in these sights, there were not only the gods of the human god system, but also several gods of the elf god system, and those gods who were full of anger and had no way to vent their anger sat around the world tree, watching the distant scene.

Everything in the courtroom was in their eyes, and the panic hidden in Luke's expression could not escape their eyes.

"Let the gods bear witness to the justice of this world—"

The god of radiance recited the inscription of the Winde City Court, "Justice to the wronged!"

With the gods in sight, Luke's crimes are nowhere to be found, and now what he has done, his struggles, is nothing more than a joke!

Ethan was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Please Mr. Johnson leave through the side door and wait for the summons." ”

The butler was a little dazed, he looked left and right, the tension in his heart was already written on his face, he didn't know if he could 'deal with it lightly' like this, so when he was pulled by the bailiff's arm and stood up, he also looked at Luke in a panic.

But he didn't expect his gaze to meet Luke's grim gaze.

With a tremor in his heart, the butler hurriedly turned his head, followed in the footsteps of the bailiff, and hurriedly left the courtroom.

'Calm down, now is not the time to think about this. Luke admonished himself.

In a hurry, he couldn't think of any other plans, so he could only continue at the same pace, otherwise he wouldn't even have a chance to struggle.

Luke sensed that something was wrong, because the pace was too fast, and he was sitting in the auditorium the last time he tried the Minister of Finance, and now it's too fast!

The clock and minute hand behind the bench jumped again with the second hand, and the time was 9:40 a.m.

"Mr. Luke Sleeman. ”

Judge Ethan sat on the stage, his flat gaze shooting out from behind his glasses and falling on a pale Luke.

Luke's heart sank when he heard the commoner call his name again, 'It's going to be the slave trader next, right?'

"Since Mr. Boris Shakman is still preparing to attend the next 'trial', Mr. 'Boris Shakman' will not be present at this 'trial', but before that, we invited Bishop Holt of the Diocese of Radiant Church to be a witness and helped us record a 'video'. ”

As soon as Ethan's words fell, a curtain of light jumped out in front of everyone's eyes, and Luke's hands in front of him, which were blocked by the railing of the defendant's dock, suddenly clenched, and even if he paused, he understood why.

'Boris Shakman', the slave trader who tried to sell elven slaves, is shown in this video of the slave trader sitting across the table from Bishop Holt, and he is facing the bishop of the Radiant Church.

Luke tried to say something, but eventually he calmed down, and a sense of foreboding intensified, even though the slave trader hadn't said anything yet......

The interrogator stood behind Bishop Holt with a stack of papers, glanced at the expressionless slave trader, and asked a second time: "Mr. Boris Shachman, I don't know if this is your real name, but we will use it as your code name - sir, I ask again, are you a slave trader?"

“...... Yes. The slave merchant sighed and nodded again in acknowledgement.

The corners of Luke Sleeman's mouth twitched, but he stopped talking.

'It's not the time yet, wait......'

The clock turned again, and the time was, 9:50 a.m.

"Now that the Tempest Territory has completely banned the 'slave trade', may I ask you, what is the purpose of you bringing your caravan to the Tempest Realm?" the flat-eyed interrogator asked the question a second time, having already questioned the slave trader in the presence of Bishop Holt, and now this time to reconfirm.

The slave traders were silent for a long time.

"Conducting the slave trade ......"

At this time, Luke had closed his eyes, thinking about what he should do next, anyway, he had already read all those things, and he basically knew what the slave dealer who betrayed him would say next.

"More than 800 years ago, the elves were our comrades-in-arms, and more than 800 years later, the old duke still remembers the friendship with the elves. The interrogator glanced up at the slave trader, "Excuse me, who is the person you are trading with?"

"It's 'Luke Sleeman!'" the slave trader closed his eyes, for he had already said it once, and it was useless to be silent now, it was just to stall for time.

The interrogator nodded, put down the file in his hand, and pulled out a few envelopes from the side.

He pulled out the letter paper from the envelope, the familiar feel made him can't help but snort lightly, he handed the letter to Bishop Holt, let the bishop look at them one by one, and nodded in confirmation before the judge said: "These letters are strong incriminating evidence provided to us by Mr. Boris Slakeman, and according to some letters provided by Mr. Luke Sleeman's family, we can confirm that these letters were indeed ghostwritten by Mr. Luke Sleeman's butler, Mr. Johnson." ”

"Then, according to the contents of the letter, the titles of 'my master' and 'master' can confirm that the person who intends to buy elven slaves is Mr. 'Luke Sleeman'. ”

Luke opened his eyes and saw the interrogator nodding, the slave trader hanging his head, the bishop standing still, and then the light curtain vanished.

"Mr. Luke Sleeman, may I ask you, is there anything else you would like to say?" asked Ethan, who was sitting in the judge's seat, indifferently.

Luke was silent for a moment and took a deep breath, "Fake!"

He said in a deep voice: "It's all fake, it's all fake!"

His words widened the eyes of the civilians in the back row of the auditorium.

They couldn't read it at all, but in their opinion, the evidence was enough for the nobleman to be put on trial—just like the Minister of Finance a few months earlier.

However, Luke's words were not finished, and he continued: "It was all someone in my family who tried to frame me, otherwise, how could I have let an unfaithful butler ghostwrite such a letter?

"Someone is framing me!"

Luke's eloquent and categorical attitude stunned many people.

If this is the case, then it is indeed possible that things will be so......

“...... Mr. Luke Sleeman, here I would like to remind you. Ethan pushed his glasses, "Now that your every move is under the witness of the gods, are you really not lying, are you sure that this is the case?"

"Yes!" Luke's mouth lifted slightly, "I'm sure!"

The minute and hour hands beat at the same time, and the time was 10 o'clock in the morning.

"Please—"

The judge suddenly put down the gavel and the file, and in the puzzled eyes of everyone, he lowered his head and pressed his right hand lightly on his chest, "The gods rule!"

Luke blinked, feeling a gust of wind on his cheeks, and everything in front of him changed.

The white clouds were trampled under his feet, and the judge in front of him had been replaced, it was a middle-aged man with a shabby long sword on his back, and a handsome man with a faint smile on his face sitting in the clerk's seat.

He turned his head suddenly, and even the people in the audience behind him had changed, and the handsome elven men and women with pointed ears sat behind him.

Their expressions were different, whether they were indifferent, or angry, or resentful, and the moment those eyes fell on him, he already felt a tingling in his heart.

The god of justice took up the gavel—

Syllable!

The sound of the gavel falling made Luke Sleeman wake up, and at the same time, he remembered who these 'people' really were!

"Court of the Gods, court open!"

At an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, the offender Luke Sleeman confronted the gods and became the first 'judged' of the 'Court of the Gods'.

"Under the watchful eye of the gods, all sins are hidden. ”

The mortal body gradually came back to his senses, and Luke Sleeman's eyes returned to clarity, and he saw that the judge had just lowered his hand and asked him again, "Luke Sleeman, I ask again, you, are you guilty?"

Luke's body trembled, and he hurriedly lowered his head and said in a trembling voice, "Yes, yes...... I, I am guilty. I did it, I did everything!"

When the words fell, the sluggish crowd looked at each other, and then, there was an uproar!

It's not just the gods who see the judgment on earth, just now, people have seen the gods' judgment on 'Luke Sleeman'......

They didn't expect it at all - the gods, really watching them!

"Well, this is the end of this trial. ”

Ethan glanced at his pocket watch, and the time pointed to ten o'clock, "At two o'clock in the afternoon, the next trial of 'Boris Shachman' will begin, please be on time for the jurors." ”