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By the time the boy came in with two portions of lasagna, Lothar had already fallen asleep leaning against the back of the chair.

He was even snoring slightly.

"excuse me."

Lavinia said apologetically: "He is too tired."

The young man waved his hand somewhat flattered: "You are too polite. This gentleman must be the flaming demon wolf of the Saluzzo family, right? I heard that even the centurions of the Sassari family are not his enemies. , he is so powerful!"

"Fire Demon Wolf. Is this the nickname you gave him?"

"I don't know who took it, but they all said so."

"Well, that doesn't sound that bad."

Lavinia smiled, took off her coat and took the fork handed by the other party: "Thank you for the hospitality, but it's a pity that Lothar didn't take it orally, so I can only handle these two portions."

The spaghetti bolognese tasted great, very much like the taste in the alley where she often ate, and Lavinia quickly finished it all.

After all, she is from the wolf clan, and the food is enough for ordinary people, and two portions are just right for her.

While clearing the plates, the young man asked with curiosity that he could not suppress for a long time: "How did you confront the Sassari family? If the Saluzzo and Bologna families want to go to war with Sassari, you Shouldn’t we send more people?”

"Do you know M. Madeleine?"

Mentioning Mr. Madeleine, the young man suddenly showed an expression of indignation: "Of course, almost all the poor people in Milan have been benefited by Mr. Madeleine. He is definitely the biggest good man I have ever seen. Unfortunately, in a place like this, good people are never lucky. "

"Everyone knows he was wronged, but they don't care what people say."

"I am a judge and I am here to defend Mr. Madeleine."

"Are you a judge?"

The young man's tone became excited: "No wonder the people in Sassari don't want you to enter the city."

"Great, you can give Mr. Madeleine justice, right?"

Facing the young man's eager eyes, she subconsciously dodged.

"Sorry, I can't guarantee that."

The young man's expression was a little disappointed, but he quickly adjusted it and said with a forced smile: "At least you are willing to risk your life to stand up. If the bastards in Sassari weren't extremely afraid of you, they wouldn't risk it." It’s a huge risk, I’ll intercept and kill you on the street.”

Lavinia smiled but said nothing.

Tomorrow is the day of the trial, but she doesn't even have a chance to contact Mr. Madeleine. And the judge supported by the Sassari family will surely have no shortage of evidence - even if it is fabricated.

In this situation, she really couldn't muster any confidence.

The young man smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly: "We have all been favored by Mr. Madeleine, but no one can make any meaningful attempt to clear Mr. Madeleine's grievances like you."

"We should thank you no matter what."

He stood up straight and bowed solemnly to Lavinia, who quickly stood up to get out of the way.

"Please rest as soon as possible. My mother and I are next door. If you need anything, please feel free to call us."

The topic was gone, the young man smiled a little cautiously, picked up the dinner plate, and left in a hurry.

Send the boy away.

The room fell silent again.

Lavinia's eyes stayed on the black-and-white photo embedded in the glass frame in the center of the room for a moment, and then moved away.

This was supposed to be a very happy family of three.

She looked at Lothar, who was sleeping deeply and snoring softly, and smiled helplessly.

It must be admitted that Lothar took the time to rest to regain her energy and strength, which was the most correct choice. However, she still couldn't get any sleep at this time. She was obviously very tired, but her heart felt like a huge stone was pressing on her. .

In tomorrow's court hearing, I don't know how many senior judges, presiding judges, and law enforcement officers will stand on my side.

Lothar was right about one thing. The two of them were just pebbles thrown into the pond. No matter how hard they pushed, no matter how big the splash was, it still didn't depend on them whether the sleeping dragon sleeping deep under the water would wake up.

She stared at Lothar's slightly blurred facial outline under the dim light for a long time.

Unknowingly, most of the anxiety and uneasiness in my heart disappeared.

She stood up, took off her coat, screwed in the wick of the gas lamp on the table, and extinguished it. The room suddenly became dark.

When Lavinia woke up early the next morning, Lothar had already put on a piece of Holy Cross Gothic plate armor and stood in front of the mirror to look at it.

"This armor of yours?"

Lavinia was a little surprised.

"How does it look?"

"Very heroic."

Lothar held the helmet with one hand and smiled: "Miss Judge, today, I will be your guardian knight."

Lavinia did not ask where Lothar had taken out such a suit of ceremonial heavy armor. She smiled and nodded: "Thank you very much."

"Oops what time it is, I seem to have overslept."

She quickly got up and washed up.

After Lavinia washed up, the two said goodbye to the boy and his mother and left the alley.

He put on his helmet and thought, no one would recognize it. This was the Holy Cross plate armor enshrined in St. Stephen's Cathedral in Vienna, right? After all, they are already sacred objects and cannot be easily seen by outsiders.

Wearing a knight's armor, he is naturally very eye-catching when walking on the street.

The days of heavy armor are over.

In addition to smaller elite armed forces such as the Knights, they also use armor mixed with various precious metals or enchanted.

In most aristocratic families, full-body plate armor has become a ceremonial armor, or an ornament placed at home to highlight the family heritage.

The reason Lothar had to wear it was because there was a high probability that he would not be able to attend today's court hearing. Without the blessing of Lavinia's Law, his strength would be greatly reduced, and the Holy Cross Gothic Plate Armor , has exactly one characteristic that can serve as his trump card.

"It's a pity that the two horses we came on were lost in last night's battlefield."

Lothar sighed with emotion.

Lavinia was somewhat thankful and said: "Fortunately, they broke away from the reins and ran away. If they had stayed there, they might have been roasted to char by you."

The two of them walked forward, and the more they walked, the more pedestrians they saw.

By the time they reached the outside of the majestic and solemn court, a dense crowd had gathered. Most of them were not very well-dressed, even dirty, and their eyes were full of indignation.

Lavinia said: "They should all be people who have been favored by Mr. Madeleine."

Lothar warned: "Don't be stressed."

"I should go."

Lavinia glanced at the giant pendulum hanging outside the court, then took off her coat, revealing the neatly dressed judge's attire underneath.

Brown robe, gold-rimmed glasses, slim-fitting uniform.

"I'll wait for you outside."

Lothar said.

Lavinia smiled and nodded to him.

A voice suddenly sounded: "She is the judge who will defend Mr. Madeleine. Look, she is not only a woman, but also a wolf! The bastard in Sassari has no intention of hiring a reliable judge for Mr. Madeleine."

Lavinia's walking steps paused slightly, and then she stepped firmly towards the door of the trial again.

Maybe she will fail.

At that time, I don't know how many people present will treat her as someone who is colluding with the Sassari family.

But she doesn't care.

Her willingness to defend Mr. Madeleine, to risk so much, had never been to win people's approval.

She just wanted to put an end to what she had learned and persisted for so many years.

Regardless of whether the result is satisfactory or not.