Winter is still as firm and lasting as ever in the north of the mainland. Even though the days of spring have passed, the temperature has not rebounded, and the daily state of minus 27 or 8 degrees Celsius remains.

The weather is cold, not necessarily the hearts of the people. There are always places and some people who are unaware of this severe cold, just like the current place: the Royal Court of St. Valentine, the capital of the Hasting Empire, one of the most powerful empires in the world.

Justice Simeone sat upright in the solemn office. He was in his early forties, with an upright expression, neatly dressed, meticulously carved his hair, and had the momentum of staying at a high position for a long time.

He reached out and looked at the case materials on the wide desk in front of him. It was only one and a half pages, but his calmness and unpredictable feeling made the beautiful blonde female assistant standing at the desk want to laugh but dare not laugh, so he could not control himself and thrust his mouth.

"Miss Narsha, have all the relevant matters in the trial room been arranged?"

"All arrangements have been made, so the court can be held at any time."

"Very good, you are always attentive in your work and can go out. When the time comes, call me."

"Okay, there's one hour left for your coffee."

Miss Narsha smiled and turned around, before leaving, she glanced over the finely crafted badge of justice on the wall behind the justice, and brought it to the door. On the wall, the majestic lady's hand balance was on the ground, her eyes were vivid, as if she was staring at the person in the high chair in front of her.

Huh! Simeone breathed a long sigh, leaned back, and squinted in her seat, rested her feet on the table, rubbed her cheeks with both hands, completely losing the momentum and majesty he had just in front of Narsha.

As a real-powered baron noble of Hasting, although he had no fiefdom and hereditary replacing, he was also one of the five top justices of the Imperial Royal Court. He had the final right to decide the part of the case that the Royal Court accepted. For ordinary people, this is a huge right, and he decided his freedom and life and death in one statement.

This is not a little better than the wild grass nobles who rely on the genealogy on the mainland.

Everything changed a week ago. Earl Luke Wien, one of the compilers of the Imperial Code and the actual controller of the Royal Court, summoned him, and handed over the cases that caused the entire imperial capital and aristocratic circle to his full responsibility to show his superiors' affirmation and trust in his excellent abilities.

Simeone was stunned immediately, trying to say anything but couldn't say anything. She just felt like she was called to the face by the Great Knight of the Holy See, and she wanted to say something: Thank you for your kindness, brother, you haven't died yet. Forget it, in the end, he could only bow seriously to express his gratitude to his immediate superior, and he will not bear trust.

He understood that this was a real pit that was too late to hide, because the strong background behind both parties to the case was generally not affordable to anyone except His Majesty Hasting and the Pope of the State Church. If this is not handled well, it would be a story that offended people and was forced to end their careers, and even had a life-threatening ending.

As for why such a fierce high-end relationship householder would be handed over to the royal court, which is widely used in the imperial people, it is ridiculous.

Because the case itself is an ordinary street fight, even if both parties have extraordinary identities, this can be determined by a secret investigation by the Intelligence Department of St. Valentine.

The fight was not involved in the political purpose or national interests behind it, and it was a street dispute. His Majesty the Emperor felt so idle that he felt pain. He did not want to offend anyone in the background of both sides so he would not come out to pay attention to such trivial matters. However, he became interested in the figure who dared to shock the aristocratic circle of the imperial capital on the first day.

It just so happened that winter hadn’t passed, and aristocrats were bored except for gatherings and doing things they loved at home.

With the ulterior motive of watching the show, His Majesty made a move, and in a good opportunity to promote the fairness and superiority of the imperial legal system, he did not allow both parties to reconcile privately and go through imperial legal procedures. He asked the beating to file a lawsuit as a plaintiff. He had a public trial in the court. It would be better for everyone to watch the fun alone.

If His Majesty set the tone of this matter, no one can do anything about it, but why was it handed over to Simeone in the Royal Court? Haha, that's simple.

He has a single background and no chain of interests. Even if he is unlucky, he will suffer only one person and has no connection with others. He is the only top student in the court who was brought to the court by chance by his father who was admired by Count Luke for many years due to his extremely excellent legal achievements. His background is just a family of rich businessmen. He was later recommended and promoted by the upright Luke father to this extent and changed the fate of the entire family.

I have to say that Simeone is indeed a talented person, meticulously fulfilling her responsibilities, and every time she handles things according to the rules, people can't find fault with them. Although he doesn't say it, he is very grateful to Earl Luke for everything he did to him, and recreating it. As for Luke himself, he can only laugh.

Huh! Take a deep breath, and you can't hide what you should have. You completely adjust your appearance and condition. After drinking the treasured Southern Coffee, you are excited and Miss Narsha appears on time.

"Walk."

The largest trial room in the Royal Court is full, and it is rare to have such a scene in the season when the severe winter has not yet passed. This trial room is rarely used, and is generally only used when large-scale cases that sensation the empire require public trials that have been made public. Hasting's law is majestic or the great man is showing his sage.

However, in today's case, His Majesty of the Empire found a way to vent the idle and panicked nobles of the imperial capital. Almost all the nobles who had been ignited with the gossip soul were present in person, with nearly a thousand people. Five meters apart, stood a fully armed royal guard. They took over the work of the court guards, wearing black knight armor, one-handed straight sword on their waists, and holding a standard diamond-shaped obsidian shield, without moving.

With so many nobles gathering to eat melons, safety is of course the first priority. If a black alchemist from a hostile country is damaged, his faith is on the rise and he will be very lively.

The buzzing discussions in the trial room were like a vegetable market, and they were discussing the situation of today's case. Even if Simeone brought Narsha to the trial table, no one stopped talking or even paid attention.

Their eyes looked at the five empty seats in the front row from time to time. They were the real bosses that ordinary nobles might not be able to see, or the spire of the empire pyramids where the entire Hasting Empire and even the entire world were striking.

Looking at this rare scene, Simeone did not knock on the wooden hammer at hand to keep everyone quiet, and only greeted several colleagues in the jury. He understood that as long as he did his own thing, the rest had nothing to do with him.

"Menstein is famous all over the world with a noble temperament and strong strength, but his grandson is rumored to be a bit cruel."

"Yes, he actually committed an assault in the commercial area."

"It's so cruel. On the first day of coming to the imperial capital, I hacked the wizard master from the Royal Wizards' Legion."

“…”

Just as everyone was talking, the left front door of the Inquisition opened. A tall middle-aged man walked in first, wearing a black uniform of the guard captain, a pair of imperial winter eagle badges with collar patterns on the uniform, wearing long leather boots, and deep blue eyes that looked around like an eagle, as if he could see all kinds of things and details clearly.

"Everyone stopped talking and stood up." The captain of the guard stood at the door without saying anything else.

There was no alchemy amplification device, but everyone could hear the captain's words clearly. The scene was instantly quiet. Everyone stood up and kept their appearance solemn, pretending to be a student, with respect.

The five big men walked into the trial room one by one and took a seat. The first one was an old man who looked up 70, with red robe and gold-edged clothes without any other decorations, a kind smile and a strong spirit.

The second one is a mature lady with a medium temperament. Her black eyes are narrow and cold, she is wearing a plain long skirt, a heart-shaped dark blue gem on her neck, and the dark blue essence is constantly surging inside. It seems to be an extremely valuable magic item.

The old man who followed closely behind only saw that he had a handsome impression, tall figure, calm and gentle pace, and his platinum and silver beard seemed to be attracted by everyone present.

The last two were short old men wearing hoods and holding staff, with stiff expressions and a little funny; the other was a middle-aged man striding with his head held high, with a messy and ungrateful beard, but it did not make people feel inappropriate, but was full of momentum.

Simeone was a little nervous when she saw these big guys gather together for the first time. She took a deep breath, and after the audience sat firmly and quiet, she stood up and bowed calmly, holding an alchemy megaphone.

"Dear Cardinal Senna, the foreign minister of the Empire, the noble Princess Winettes, the noble guardian of the far north, the great Duke of the Principal of Saxony, the great master of the great magician Moratis, the noble deputy commander of the Royal Wizards, the noble Lord of the Royal Guards, the respected leader of the Imperial Royal Guards, and the dear Mr. Yale, the jury's fellow jury and the gentlemen and ladies who are sitting. I, Simeone, only participates in the entire trial process on behalf of the Royal Court and are fully responsible for the final judgment. I accept the supervision of the Holy Holy Holy Holy Church and the Imperial Law, and accepts the judgment of 12 jury colleagues and all minorities, including me, obey the majority, and will be objective and fair."

After saying that, Simeone bowed and sat in the seat. None of the five big men in the first row said that the law was really a form for them. Earl Luke, who watched the trial in the front position below, nodded with satisfaction, feeling that it was a wise choice to arrange Simeone to pin the tank.

In fact, everyone knows that the jury will not express any opinions in this case at all. Simeone's result is the final result. The jury is here to perform the process and is only responsible for voting Simeone for agreeing. If the result is not good, no one will stand up.

"The trial officially begins, please ask the plaintiff's lawyer to bring the plaintiff to court. The defendant's lawyer to court, and the guards bring the defendant to court." The wooden hammer fell.
Chapter completed!