The maid met the nobleman who wanted to buy the elven slave in the court, she had not seen this nobleman beforehand, because she had been a little busy lately and did not have time to meet the nobleman who would sooner or later be thrown into prison.

Cervantes sat beside her with her legs crossed, and Latinia sat on the other side, for it was also the first time she had seen a nobleman judged by a 'commoner'.

The Deputy Minister of Justice, a knight who had retired from injury and was now sitting in the judge's seat, sat behind Latinia, looking at the nobleman in the dock with a calm gaze.

Now the reason why this knight has become the minister of the Ministry of Justice is because the maid can't trust others, this knight is upright, and because he was ordered to retire by the old duke due to injury, if he is not allowed to be the minister, he will carry a long sword to become an adventurer, and continue to protect the Sad Wind Leader in his own way.

The 'one hundred and sixty-eight knights' that Latinia said last time were actually watery, and these one hundred and sixty-eight transcendent knights actually counted those retired knights among them, and the purpose was naturally to bluff, because during that time, the Church of Fortune had just moved to the Holy City, and its defense was weak.

However, there is actually nothing wrong with saying that it is 'one hundred and sixty-eight', and if it really comes to the moment of crisis, those knights who have retired will definitely stand up again!

And beside the minister of the Ministry of Justice were a few silent aristocrats, their expressions were complicated, looking at the nobleman standing in the dock, and they didn't know what to do in their hearts.

Behind them, some of the representatives of all walks of life, all commoners, sat there, and they felt a little uneasy when they found out that this time they were actually going to sit in on the trial of a nobleman.

The terrified commoners sat behind him, and some of their whispers reached the ears of the nobles, but the nobles turned a deaf ear and did not hear anything.

Their eyes were dark, and they glanced at the three rulers sitting in the front row, some of them worried, others more and more resentful.

In the relatively spacious courtroom, there were only a few dozen people sitting in the auditorium, and the door behind them was closed, as if there were no vents here, and the tense air was constantly filling.

The time had not yet come, so the judge did not hold a hearing.

The nobles glanced at the commoner sitting in the judge's seat, and the more panic they felt in their hearts.

Whoever it was, they saw that the man sitting on the stage was a commoner—not a nobleman, not a nobleman, not a clergyman, just a commoner who had joined the town hall!

What does that mean? Why is it a civilian sitting there?

They wanted to ask, but they didn't dare to speak out at such a time, for fear of diverting the attention of the three to themselves.

Next to the defendant's seat, two bailiffs with straight waists stood solemnly, and the nobleman standing there felt dizzy and his lips were numb, but the two guys behind him were like golems without any emotion or expression, and no matter how he called, they did not respond.

He didn't dare to make a big voice, because the 'three' were sitting in the first row, and if he was too loud, then they would have heard it.

Da!

The minute hand on the pocket watch jumps, 9:30 a.m. -

"Court opens!"

Ethan White closed the front cover of his pocket watch, so he didn't have to sort out the clothes on his body, because not only was his hair meticulously combed, but also the collar and breasted.

A middle-aged man wearing a pair of brown glasses looked at the dock, and at this time, the courtroom had completely quieted, and the civilians sitting in the back row did not dare to take a breath because of their nervousness.

"Mr. Luke Sleeman, Lord Lord has seen with his own eyes, your butler, at your behest, trading with slave traders 'within the Tempest Realm' with the intention of buying an elven slave—is this true?"

"No!" the nobleman was visibly stunned for a moment, then shook his head frantically, "No! I didn't tell him to do it, he did it without permission! he did it without permission! It wasn't me, it wasn't me!"

The faces of the nobles sitting in the audience were almost dark, because as the voice of 'Luke Sleeman' echoed through the empty courtroom, they could feel the gaze of the civilians behind them!

'This guy has disgraced the nobles!' several nobles gritted their teeth.

Judge Ethan pushed his glasses, "So, do you need to call witnesses?" Mr. Sleeman?"

Like a duck choked by the neck, Luke's voice stopped abruptly, and his head was even more confused.

What 'witnesses' are called?

Slave traders? Or is it his butler?

Cold sweat slipped from his sideburns, and Luke's brain, which hadn't been running at high speed for a long time, began to turn, and although it was a little sluggish, he still thought of a solution.

“...... Your Excellency, please call a witness!"

Although there was still a trill, Luke had calmed down.

While being a nobleman, he is also a mage, and his sensitive brain allows him to regain his calm thinking at this time, and the most important thing now is not to reveal his noble identity, because in front of those three, his identity is useless, but may make him fall into a quagmire and struggle step by step.

He took a deep breath, and the nervousness stimulated his brain and calmed him down at this moment.

He had never been so grateful to his father, who had forced him to learn spells, allowing him to inherit the title and saving his life at such times.

"Witness called, Mr. Johnson. ”

The door of the courtroom was closed, the side door was opened, and the restless butler walked out of the side door with his hands in hand, and when he saw his master for the first time, he subconsciously shrunk his neck, and the words that the bailiff had told him had been echoing in his head.

Now all he remembers is one sentence: 'Just confess, your crime is not serious, confess leniently, if you really confess everything, then it may be dealt with leniently.' ’

Maybe the nobles were just a little afraid of the head maid, but they didn't think about what kind of mood the housekeepers and servants in their families had towards the head maid.

A little gratitude, perhaps, but more fear - because they are servants of a noble family!

They look at the head maid with an old idea, if the head maid who covers the sky with one hand really wants to judge her master, then what will happen to them?

"Confession leniency, confession leniency ......"

The butler 'Johnson' muttered this sentence uncontrollably, repeating it repeatedly, and the small and fragmented voice made Luke Sleeman's heart jump when he heard part of it, but he didn't show much emotion on the surface.

He understands his current situation, and although he is arrogant, he is not stupid!

He constantly adjusts his mind by taking deep breaths to slow down his beating heart, but unfortunately, he gains little.

The stumbling and slow butler was brought to the witness stand, and Ethan waited quietly, glancing at the butler and striking the gavel.

Syllable!

The butler was startled by the sound that echoed in the courtroom, and suddenly his heart was beating wildly, and he hurriedly raised his eyes to see the 'judge' on the stage looking at him coldly, and cold sweat immediately flowed.

Ethan looked solemn and asked, "Mr. Johnson, you are Mr. 'Luke Sleeman's butler, right?"

The butler blinked, and it took him a long time to react, 'Mr. Johnson' was talking about himself.

"Yes, yes......"

The housekeeper glanced at his master quickly, and swallowed, "I am the master's housekeeper......"

Ethan nodded, "So, please tell me the truth of the day." ”

Then the butler stammered about the events of the day, and because of his nervousness, the order of his words was even reversed in some places, but it did not affect the audience's understanding.

Nodding, Ethan signaled for the butler to stop, and then looked at Luke, "Mr. Luke Sleeman, is what Mr. Johnson said true?"

"No! that's all apocryphal!" Luke shook his head.

He knew that he couldn't escape no matter what, but there was a glimmer of life, and that was that he didn't say anything and denied everything.

Then, even if he can't be innocent, he will only be 'not strict with the emperor'-

Just deny all the crimes!