Woodrow's eyes flickered. The sudden appearance of Brandley completely disrupted his plan. What was even worse was that this guy actually knew him. It was obviously not possible to cut the knot with a quick knife, but this guy must die, no matter for what reason. Will Valk take revenge or cover up the possibility of being caught by the Gray Temple?
"Mr. Brandley, although I don't know what kind of relationship you have with this murderer, the personal and physical evidence of his murder are gathered together, and the person he killed was someone from my patrol house, so I must arrest him now. , brought back with these mobs for strict scrutiny. This is a case involving our city lord's palace. I believe that the Gray Temple will not interfere rashly, right?" Woodrow stood up straight and looked at Brandley's somewhat forceful expression. said.
Brandley looked at Woodrow and frowned slightly. From his reaction, he could already tell that there must be something fishy going on, but he used the City Lord's Mansion to suppress him and deliberately put the two on opposite sides, which really made him a little embarrassed.
Both the Gray Temple and the City Lord's Mansion have the right to respond to such incidents. Especially when it involves casualties within a certain party, they generally will not interfere.
"You are lying! Grandpa Balabala, he is a big bad guy!" Amy said angrily: "The bad guy just bullied Jessica and her mother, and wanted to kill her father. Only father would take action, and he also bullied There are so many people.”
"Shut up, what qualifications do you, a little brat, have to talk nonsense here!" Woodrow glared at Amy and shouted sternly.
"Father, he is so fierce." Amy suddenly retracted into Mag's arms, her expression a little scared.
"Good boy, don't be afraid, I'm here." Mag gently stroked Amy's back to comfort her, looked at Woodrow and mocked slightly: "If you don't allow an innocent child to tell the truth, you will only be punished. Is this fat man who is covered in people's fat talking nonsense? I said, does it mean that just because you have a big face, the whole world has to give in to you? The fat on your body was all scraped off from their bodies bit by bit, you Doesn’t your conscience hurt?”
"You!" Woodrow pointed at Mag, his whole body trembling with anger. No one had ever dared to talk to him like this or insult him like this.
Brandley looked at Mag with a look of surprise on his face. Boss Mag, who was usually gentle with others, was really an enhanced version of the little boss when he scolded people.
After hesitating for a while, he was not in a hurry to speak. The cause and course of the incident was still unclear. Whether the Gray Temple was suitable for intervention required further judgment.
But no matter what Woodrow said, he would never let Boss Mai and Amy get hurt. The anger of the two great magicians was not easy to bear. He whispered a few words to a team member next to him, and the man nodded. Leave quickly.
"A mob that was so hungry that they couldn't even pick up a stone because you withheld pensions; a mob that was made up of old people over sixty years old, women, and children under fourteen years old; a mob that lost its backbone in the mining accident but still managed to survive The mob has to suffer humiliation day after day; women's chastity has become something you can take at will. Even little girls of five or six years old cannot escape from the clutches. They lie on the ground and linger, but they have to be used on the soles of their feet. Humiliation, this is what you call a mob." The smile on Mag's face became colder and colder, his eyes swept over the faces of Woodrow and the guards who patrolled the Lord's Mansion, and asked: "Shouldn't they be angry? Are they still alive? Should we bear all this? Those miners who have left their lives underground forever for the construction of the city of chaos, how can they close their eyes!"
The guards slowly lowered their heads, and unconsciously put down the long knives in their hands. They pointed at the ground and lowered their eyes, not daring to look directly into Mag's eyes.
A sob rose from the crowd.
The young man who had calmly told how he carried his sister out of the river to bury her had his severed fingers dropped to the ground, and tears fell from his still immature face.
An old woman held the head of a little girl who was missing one hand, hugged her tightly into her arms, and cried with suppressed voice. It was like an old-fashioned exhaust fan, and only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.
A woman with two ugly scars on her face looked at Mag blankly, with tears streaming down her face.
In the silence, only muffled sobs could be heard.
"This..." Brandley looked at this scene and felt as if his heart was suddenly grasped. If everything Mag said is true, then in this corner where few people pay attention, these are for the sake of The city of chaos has sacrificed many families of miners who died. What kind of torture and pain have they endured in these years?
The City Lord's Mansion will issue pensions to the families of the miners who died every month, at least to ensure that they will live a life without going hungry. But looking at their current appearance, they don't look like they can usually fill their stomachs. Where will the pensions go? Already?
There is no unprovoked hatred, and ordinary women, children and the elderly are even less likely to violently murder someone because of a few words.
The suppressed cries, the guards of the Governor's Mansion who lowered their heads in shame, everything seemed to be clear. Brandley slowly clenched his fists, a rage burning in his heart.
"Nonsense! Nonsense! Come on, catch him! Catch all these people!" There was a look of panic on Woodrow's face, and he waved his hands and shouted with a fierce expression.
The guards looked at each other with some hesitation.
"I am the patrol envoy, your commander! You dare not obey my orders, do you want to rebel?!" Woodrow kicked the guard next to him and shouted.
The guards' eyes were a little dodgeful, but upon hearing this, they slowly raised the long knives in their hands and walked hesitantly towards Mag and the miners' families.
The people in the Gray Temple watched this scene and made their own judgments and guesses in their hearts. They spontaneously stood on both sides of Mag, holding the sword and magic wand at his waist.
"Mr. Patrolman, what are you feeling guilty about?" Listening to the suppressed cries, Mag's mood became heavier. He looked at Woodrow and said with a mocking smile: "Actually, you don't need to use the City Lord's Mansion. Come and pressure me, because I have seen the City Lord. The City Lord’s Mansion will hold a meeting between the Dragon Clan and the Demon Clan in my restaurant tonight. If you have a lot of dissatisfaction, you can slowly tell the City Lord tonight. I believe him. That would be of interest.”
"However, let's listen to their voices now. In the past few years, you have done some unforgivable things! What kind of unforgivable sins has your scumbag, who is regarded as your son's nephew, committed against them?" Mag looked at the families of the miners and said in a gentle but firm voice: "I know that every statement is a cruel thing to you, but now, I hope you can tell the truth, Bradley Your Excellency and the Gray Temple will seek justice for you and make all scumbags receive the justice they deserve."
"Kill him!" Woodrow pointed at Mag and shouted.
"Stop! I am the elder of the Ducha Division of the Gray Temple, and the seventh-level magician Brandley. This incident is now designated as a level four incident, and is officially taken over by the Gray Temple. No one else is involved, stand back!" Right here! At this time, Brandley, who had been silent for a long time, took a step forward, holding a gray-black token in his hand.
