How To Wear a Goddess Statue

Chapter 82: who died for

"I disagree."

Eleuil said, walking forward.

Behind her, Lena and Mortis supported a man in a scrivener's robe. .

When the city lord and others on the stage saw the clerk, their expressions suddenly changed.

Romul: "Eleuil, you are..."

Princess: "It's questioning, cousin."

The questioning session is a necessary procedure for Solancia to go through a public trial of a case, and anyone present can raise an objection at this time.

The Crown Prince knew this rule well, but he did not understand why Eleuil would question the outcome of the trial.

He quickly recalled the relevant laws and the files he had studied, and compared them with each other, he still thought the verdict was very reasonable.

Romul was so focused that he didn't notice the two aides who were suddenly pale beside him, nor did he notice the panic that the DiSimon dignitaries couldn't hide at this moment.

"Then, according to the regulations, ask questions." The crown prince nodded to Eleuil, and after thinking about it, he added, "Before this, please swear to the goddess of law, you will accept Everything that comes down is based on that.”

Eleuil said softly: "I swear in the name of Goddess Luodus, what I said in this trial is from my heart and is based on facts."

Romul: "…"

Aren't you swearing to the goddess of law?

However, the requirements of this program are not strict. Occasionally, there are exceptionally devout believers who do not want to recite other gods' names, and only make oaths to the gods they believe in, which is also allowed.

Eleuil looked at the castle lord.

Finleni, the city lord of Desimon, was the one who calmed down the fastest among the powerful present. The city lord looked calm, but the unconscious glance at the clerk revealed his guilty conscience.

"Fenleni, I ask you."

"Is it really only a thousand gold coins for the disaster relief materials that you greedy for this time?"

Gold coin is the highest unit in the currency system of Solanchia. An ordinary craftsman can only earn one gold coin after working all year round.

One thousand pieces is a huge sum of money. When the amount of corruption reaches this amount, it also reaches the critical line stipulated by the law that the government must be dismissed.

The city lord's eyes flickered, and instead of answering, he asked: "What does your Highness ask this mean? I made a mistake in a moment of confusion, but now I have repented, you don't need to hold on to it, Don't you hesitate to question the figures already identified by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

Oh, I don't even recognize the witnesses.

The princess tilted her head: "Lena."

Lena let go of the clerk, took out a thin booklet, and handed it to her.

Eleuil placed this booklet under the eyes of the lord.

"Flip." She raised her chin.

The city lord froze for a moment, stretched out his hand to open the page, and his pupils trembled violently.

The entries written on the paper, row by row of numbers, were nailed to his heart like spikes, causing his heart to sink heavily.

There really isn't a single one missing...

Eleuil: "You said that you have stolen a total of 4,500 gold coins worth of materials, but the actual void is far larger than this amount."

"Where did those mysterious disappearances go?"

The city lord: "...There are always some expenses that are not recorded in the account. The people below are not sensible, and they will secretly take some by themselves.

The more he talks, the more fluent he is, apparently even he believes it.

"That's right, there are! Some disaster victims are unwilling to stay in DeSimone and start exile with their families. When they left, I also ordered people to bring them enough food rations. Another consumption!"

"Our caravan came from the direction of the main city." The princess said suddenly.

"Huh?"

Eleuil said slowly: "Meaning, I saw many refugees in exile along the way, and none of them had enough food on them."

The reason why many of the disaster victims choose to flee may have something to do with DiSimon's situation.

Otherwise who wouldn't want to stay in a safer camp, or leave their homeland and embark on an uncertain path of exile?

At this time, the people under the simple platform also became commotion.

They may not have seen many gold coins in their lives, nor do they have an accurate understanding of the true value of gold coins, but after listening to it for so long, everyone can hear that there is a problem with the trial.

Originally, in their concept, the great nobles like the city lord would be ousted from power and returned to the royal city, which is already very impressive.

But the city lord is gone, and the other nobles are still there.

I saw the jokes of the nobles today. After the Prince's Royal Highness leaves, who can reason with those nobles to vent their anger?

Because of this, when the crown prince read out the results of the trial, these people also kept silent and did not dare to show the appearance of seeing a joke.

But now...

Sounds like a bigger punishment than dismissal?

In the crowd, a young man who had learned a little of the law whispered, "Isn't that beheading."

I was immediately covered by my father, who also survived the earthquake, and he was relieved to see that no one was paying attention.

More and more people are starting to discuss in a low voice, even if the voice is small, the combined effect is spectacular.

The humming voice from the audience entered the city lord's ears, but he was speechless.

"Help!" The scribe yelled like a rooster strangled by the neck.

The metal clattered and the swords clashed, and it was Mortis who blocked the raid.

"I don't need a homicide certificate, it seems like I'm not asking myself?" The captain of the Guards said frankly.

Eleuil grinned.

She took back the booklet and threw it to Romul along with the frightened scribe.

"Personal and physical evidence, take a good look, presiding judge."

Since Eleuil started asking questions, the crown prince didn't say a word.

From ignorance to disbelief, and finally to understand, Romul barely controlled his expression and looked down at the booklet.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at the aide whose eyes were dodging.

"Grey, you are responsible for this matter, tell me, what's going on?"

The staff made a decisive decision and got down on one knee.

"We were negligent and did not find out the truth."

"Just an oversight?"

"..." Staff did not answer.

Romul turned his head, suddenly tired.

Such a big mistake, of course, cannot be an accident, it will only be an intentional cover-up.

Before Eleuil revealed it, he had no idea that the staff around him would cover up for Fenrenyi, and only himself was kept in the dark.

Romul looked at the princess again.

Eleuil folded her arms in a relaxed manner.

"Don't worry, it's not just that. It's time for witnesses to speak."

For a time, everyone's eyes were focused on the scribe.

Doubtful, solemn, resentful, threatening.

The clerk sucked in a breath of cold air, shaking Suosuo unable to open his mouth, and met the princess's line of sight.

It is bland, but there is a kind of silent deterrent.

The clerk stopped shaking.

He began to quickly recount what the city dignitaries told him and a few colleagues to do, including helping with false accounting, confusing death numbers, and more.

The city owner denies: "Making up, nonsense!"

The scribe cried: "I swear to the goddess of justice! I am telling the truth here, and if I tell a lie, I will fall into the Ilu River and drown."

Lotus listening in as a spirit body: "…"

This is not necessary.

Eleuil's eyes shifted slightly, and then said coldly: "You better pray that the truth is true, and the Ilu River does not collect garbage."

The clerk had a sad expression about to cry.

Unfortunately, no matter how weak he shows, he cannot change the fact that he is one of the accomplices.

Testifying to the public may mitigate some of the penalty, but it will not make the clerk any better than his peers involved.

Romul asked: "Where are the materials that you have collected?"

The city lord stalked his neck: "His Royal Highness, we don't have so much greed, if we don't have it, we don't have it. You ask me where I put it, do you want me to make it out of thin air?"

The scribe whispered, "It's all in the City Lord's Mansion."

The city lord suddenly looked at him, his eyes seemed to be poisoned.

So far. The questioning session is over.

But the city lord is unwilling to accept his fate, he knows that greedy property is enough for the standard of execution.

And once sentenced to death in a public trial, even if he was escorted back to Acht for execution, his brother could not save him.

Because Horst won't allow it.

"His Royal Highness..." the city lord hissed.

He kept mouthing his big brother's name, his eyes full of desperate madness.

The ministers all know that the crown prince is merciful.

This is actually a soft-hearted way of listening.

In fact, Romul did not know how to pronounce the final judgment.

Although he kept telling himself that the law was just, he didn't expect it to be serious enough to meet the conditions of the death penalty.