Looking at the token in Brandley's hand, Woodrow's face suddenly turned pale, and he staggered back two steps, with a look of fear in his eyes.
When the guards heard this, they suddenly stopped and looked at Brandley and the token in his hand with awe in their eyes.
A seventh-level magician with such strength is enough to easily wipe out everyone here.
What frightened them even more was the token in his hand and the Level 4 incident he said. Level 4 events were already considered high-level events in the Gray Temple's event levels. Once determined, even the City Lord's Mansion could not intervene casually, let alone It's time to patrol the governor's house.
They have been disqualified from participating and all they can do is wait for trial.
The miners' families looked towards Brandley, their eyes full of hope.
Mag looked at Brandley with a smile on his face, and it was not in vain for him to waste his time.
"Sir Bradley, you can't do this. This is not in compliance with the regulations. You are violating the incident level!" Woodrow yelled unwillingly. Once this matter is classified as a level four incident by Gray Temple, it will definitely happen. After being thoroughly investigated, he would have no chance of turning around.
"Woodrow, please don't dictate how the Gray Temple handles the case. How to determine the level of the incident is determined according to the rules of the Gray Temple. Now please step down the guards of the Governor's Mansion. Since you may be involved in a Level 4 incident, you are not responsible for this. You restrict your behavior and activity area, please stand still and cooperate with the investigation." Brandley looked at Woodrow with a serious expression and said, two patrol guards from the Gray Temple stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right. beside.
"I am an official of the City Lord's Mansion and the patrol envoy. You have no right to restrict my freedom. I want to go to the City Lord's Mansion! I want to see the City Lord!" Woodrow turned around and wanted to leave.
"Please cooperate with the investigation, otherwise we will take coercive measures against you in accordance with regulations." Two patrol guards put their hands on his shoulders and said with a serious expression.
"This is a false accusation! I don't accept it! I want to see the city lord! I want..." Woodrow struggled, trying to break free from the hands of the two patrol guards.
"You don't need to go to the City Lord's Mansion. The City Lord has ordered that the matter be investigated by the Gray Temple with full authority. The whole team of the Patrol Mansion will cooperate with the investigation. Regarding the families of the miners who died, there must be no slightest neglect or appeasement!" At this moment, The sound of horse hooves was accompanied by a majestic voice. Dix rode in from outside the crowd, looked at Woodrow from a high position and said: "Woodrow, the Lord of the City is very disappointed in you."
When Woodrow heard this, he sat down directly on the ground. Cold sweat flowed down his face. His lips were trembling. He shook his head and said, "That's not the case, Mr. Dix. That's not the case. Please help me and my husband." Lord City Lord, tell me, I am his most loyal dog, I am only loyal to him..."
"The Lord of the City never keeps dogs." Dix interrupted him directly, turned over and dismounted, looked at Brandley and said: "Sir Brandley, I came under the order of the Lord of the City to assist the Gray Temple in handling the case."
"Okay, thank you City Lord for your understanding." Brandley nodded, glanced at Woodrow who was slumped on the ground, then looked at the miners' families and said: "Gray Temple handles cases and handles them impartially. Now we want to question you. Transcript, every word you say will become evidence in court, so you must be responsible for what you say. We will never wrongly accuse any good person, and we will never let a bad person go. Please believe us."
The miners' families looked at Brandley with some hesitation on their faces.
"I am Ebenezer. I am thirteen years old this year. Four years ago, my father and mother died in a mining accident at the same time, leaving me and my two-year-old sister..." The boy was the first to stand up and looked at Bran. Deli said.
The scene was very quiet, except for the boy's somewhat immature voice, which was interrupted several times by choking.
The expressions on everyone's faces began to become angry. The eyes looking at the young man were full of pity, but when their eyes fell on the people standing behind him, there was a hint of intolerance and fear.
"I think she is still looking at me and asked me to take her to catch butterflies..." The young man raised his head and looked at a small butterfly flying above his head. He hesitated and stretched out his hand.
The butterfly flew around him a few times, stopped on his fingertips for a while, then fluttered its wings and flew away, flying towards the sky, flying, flying...
"Child, don't worry, your sister will not die in vain." Brandley clenched his fists, tried to keep his voice calm, nodded slightly and said: "Next."
"I am Harold, sixty-five years old. Four years ago my son..." An old man came out and began to tell his story.
The stories that made people lament and angry came out of their mouths, like a heavy punch hitting everyone's heart, making people choked.
"They are lying! They are..." Woodrow's face became increasingly pale and he struggled to stand up.
"Shut up!" Brandley shouted coldly, with a serious expression: "Take him and all the guards of the Magistrate's Office back to Basti Prison, deal with the scene, properly arrange the miners' families, and then summon them one by one to record all crimes. Censor and give them justice!”
"yes!"
Everyone in the Gray Temple responded in unison, took out ropes and tied Woodrow up directly. The soldiers who patrolled the Governor's Mansion also had their weapons confiscated and huddled together with their heads lowered.
"What a bastard!" Dix also clenched his fists angrily.
"He killed my nephew, and he also killed many people. Didn't you Gray Temple say you won't let any bad guy go? Then arrest him too!" Woodrow was tied up and couldn't move, looking at Mai Ge roared.
"Whether Mr. McGonagall killed your nephew remains to be investigated. However, in the face of such a vicious evil man, if he really died in the hands of Mr. McGonagall, then he was a hero who put an end to violence and acted bravely for justice. What he should receive is commendation and applause. It's like sending you to jail." Brandley looked at Woodrow and said seriously.
"Mr. Mag, why are you here?" Dix noticed Mag and asked unexpectedly.
"Mr. Dix, I didn't expect to meet again so soon." Mag was also a little surprised and said helplessly: "I originally brought Amy to invite her friends to the party, but they happened to meet a bully who bullied them and tried to He took possession of the little girl, and then this happened."
"The City Lord's Palace expresses regret for this matter, and thanks Mr. Mag for protecting the safety of civilians and uncovering this darkness. We will definitely investigate to the end and not let any bad guy go." Dix looked at Mag Ge said solemnly.
"I hope so. The City Lord's Palace should reflect on it. If the law is handed over to an individual, his existence will be meaningless." Mag looked into Dix's eyes and said equally seriously.
"I will convey this sentence to the city lord." Dix nodded.
"How... is this possible... isn't he just a restaurant owner?" Woodrow collapsed in the hands of two Gray Temple guards and was carried away directly.
