Warhammer: I, Bartor Farmer

Chapter 52 I Arrested Someone Who Shouldn't Be Arrested

Lednort, he is an officer, a special officer, he has arranged his dress today, especially his shoes with the tip of his toe, and kept his elegance and his conversation comfortable, for he still Indulging in the long-lost "frolicking" with the ladies at the Holy Grail Festival yesterday, I am in a good mood now.

He pushed open the door of his office in Bordello City, and his steps were light. He was very satisfied with his job, consul, how should I put it.

Fair, high-profile, and comfortable, most of the work can be given to the peasant guards, or knights, while he just sits and drinks.

To this day, his desk is full of various letters, some from the neighboring village of Endel, some from the village of Charlene, and many residents of Bordello City, piled high into a hill.

"Ma'am, what's going on?!"

He hastily opened one of them. He was very familiar with the handwriting. It was a ghostwriter in the city of Bordello, and this was an application from a resident of the city.

【Dear Your Excellency the Consul, I express my deep disgust at Roel's sentence for imprisoning the Peasant Knight!Please free him immediately! 】

What knight?What Roel?

He eagerly opened the second one, the letter from Charlene Village...

[You damn thing, there are so many thieves on the street, the robbers don't care, they just take away our hero? ! 】

The consul's complexion turned from yang to yin. "My God, who is that knight? Take me to prison!"

Ryder anxiously rubbed his mustache, asked his subordinates to bring barbecue and drinks, and checked yesterday's records. There was only one case of death row criminals put into storage.

ah!Ladies, the prisoner brought by the knight lord, murder? !
Ryder just felt dizzy, he just took a day off, how could he be caught between nobles and commoners, ah!

This poor consul, he has seen such a posture that he regards the prisoner in the prison as a scourge at this moment.

He never thought that he would be afraid of a farmer, but at this moment, the public opinion of that farmer is extremely important.

At this moment in the dungeon, Roel didn't know that he had become the guy who was talking about in the streets and alleys of Bordeaux, and he was concentrating on fighting the lock.

Until the guard at the gate came back suddenly, and he hadn't finished drinking.

Immediately realizing that something was wrong, the master thief opened his mouth to simulate the squeaking noise of a mouse, and the next moment, the bright candles were extinguished, and the bedding and food were put away.

Just like when he first came here, quiet and depressing, Roel couldn't help but feel that these old fritters did a good job.

He also lost all his vitality in an instant, sitting next to the licorice like a condemned prisoner.

Bright torches illuminated the prison, and a richly dressed official walked in here, holding his nose, and asked the guards.

"Where is the adult who came in yesterday?"

"My lord?" The guard was surprised at first, and then pointed at Roel. "He was the only one who came in yesterday."

The official immediately slapped the guard across the face. "How can you point at him, my God, it's rude."

This kind of behavior is extremely double-standard, which made Roel roll his eyes towards this noble again. In fact, yesterday he and the merchant brother learned many inside stories about the nobles of Bretonnia.

Legally, for example, nobility were never imprisoned or physically punished.Fines are possible but very rare and mostly take the form of compensation.

For example, a nobleman who killed five servants of another nobleman because of his drunkenness might have to pay for the replacement and training of new servants.

Common penalties include a public apology, specific service to the victim, special restrictions on behavior, or the imposition of heroic tasks.

But that is a rare situation. In other words, even if the nobles steal something, they will not be pursued legal responsibility for killing people. For the peasants, it is completely their own property.

This also cut off Roel's idea of ​​rehabilitating himself, because he has no noble status, and the Knights Court will not recognize his interests.

At this moment, Roel's view of any nobleman has dropped to freezing point, and he has lost his mind about the great achievements he once longed for.

People always think that they are unique and they are the protagonists, but the reality is that they are just lucky guys.

But the consul came and said. "Dear Your Excellency Roel, your grievances have been accepted in the Knights' Court and will be retried by the Duke!"

Um?Roel was surprised, this incident almost allowed the peasants to enjoy the treatment of the nobility!

But he calmed down quickly, because the court of knights in Bretonnia was very... torture.

Before the court session, it must be announced three times to the public, and the three announcements must be completed on three different days.

The announcement time shall not be earlier than two weeks before the trial, nor later than one day before the trial.

The lord who convened the court was the judge, and there were also seven nobles whose status was no lower than that of the defendant to attend to form the jury.

The defendant must appear in person or provide a good enough excuse for absence.

The judge decides whether to accept the excuse of absence, and if so, he will dissolve the court and reopen it at another date.

If he does not accept, the case will proceed without the accused.In court, the defendant defended himself and the plaintiff appealed for himself.

The case will then be heard by a judge, and the verdict will be heard in court the next morning.

The judge first decides guilty or not guilty, and then pronounces the verdict on the jury. If they disagree with the guilty verdict, the jury can give a lighter sentence, but they have no power to overturn the not guilty verdict.

And such a "fair" trial is torture for Roel. He attended as the plaintiff. Who is the defendant? Those three lords?

Those three people took turns refusing to attend, and their own trials could be delayed until the next year!
The judge is the Duke, so there must be no problem in terms of fairness, but the biggest problem is not the judge himself, but morality.

The reason for their refusal to attend could be that they were performing the will of the lake god, or they were attacking greenskins, beastmen, etc. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, His Excellency the Duke would never refuse such a reason.

And the probability of this happening in Bretonnia is extremely high. According to Mr. Merchant, there are even records that the trial was delayed until the death of the plaintiff.

And I'm quite comfortable living in this prison... I still haven't learned the technology for a semester.

Under the expectant eyes of the officials, Roel replied calmly. "I refuse, my lord."

The official's smile gradually froze, and then he pursed his lips, preparing for his mansion to be insulted and smeared all over by the citizens, but he is just a consul, he has no real power!
At this moment, the nobleman ignored the filthy ground in the dungeon and knelt in front of the peasant.

"My lord! Just attend! I beg you, my family is still here, I can't bear such a big responsibility!"

Roel was immediately frightened, what's going on?
How did this thing become like this?What will happen if I don't go out?
After that, Roel suddenly put on a smile, and then asked the consul. "You say, what will happen if I don't attend?"

　I looked at the starry sky at night, and suddenly felt a wave of psionic energy. How could I, a 3k gold human being, awaken psionic energy?

　　Push the book, the original god and fellow, "Tevat, I am the dragon of filth".

　　The writing is good, and the world view is as elegant as possible, but unfortunately I am not a fan of Yuanshin.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)