People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 529 We fight alone

A knight from the Middle Ages stands with a sword.

Like a rock standing in the turbulent tide of people, the tide spread spontaneously from both sides of him.

He watched Lavinia climb up the marble steps, passing through the "black eagle coat of arms" representing the Principality of Lombardy (eagle, lion, and cross are the most common coat of arms in Europe). heavy door.

"She is a true knight who takes the body of a woman and performs fearless deeds."

A deep voice sounded next to Lothar.

The source of the sound is the will in the Gothic plate armor of the Holy Cross.

Like the Shining Cross Sword, this piece of equipment also came to this world with him.

It's just that it hasn't been equipped before.

Perhaps returning to the familiar world, the Holy Cross Gothic plate armor has become much more active.

"You know nothing knight."

Lothar sneered.

"Of course I understand. In the past, when I went to war with Maximilian, I saw countless knights. I even helped him win the title of champion knight in the knight competition in the Burgundy court."

"But he abandoned you anyway."

The plate armor of the Holy Cross was silent.

Dark lines emerged from the armor's surface, replacing the golden patterns originally used to amplify the Holy Glory.

The Holy Cross Plate Armor pretended to be a rational voice: "As a piece of armor, it will always be abandoned when a more superior substitute appears. I have been with him for a long enough time. Moreover, in St. Stephen's Church, too It’s a wonderful leisurely time.”

Lothar couldn't help laughing and said: "Okay, don't be harsh with me. If you really feel relaxed and wonderful, how come you are like this?"

It fell silent and spoke no more.

"Mr. Demon Wolf!"

The young man's excited voice sounded not far away.

Looking back, he saw the young man pushing through the crowd and looking at him nervously.

Lothar was a little surprised: "Are you calling me?"

"Correct."

"Now is not the time to explain this nickname. I saw a group of people from the Sassari family, dressed in law enforcement uniforms, coming here aggressively. They were probably trying to disperse the crowd and seek justice for Mr. Madeleine. people."

He hesitated for a moment and then said: "If they find out that you are there, they may do something bad to you."

Lothar frowned. According to common sense, after what happened last night, the Sassari family had lost the last opportunity to raise the table and come to terms with them. In today's court, various parties who had long been dissatisfied with the Sassari family It’s time for Fang’s forces to take action.

But that's just common sense.

A loose family put together like a puppet cannot be considered according to common sense.

Whatever the master behind them wants them to do, even if it goes against their own interests, they still have to do it.

The crowd suddenly became commotion. Nearly a hundred thugs from the Sassari family, wearing the uniforms of law enforcement officers, waved sticks in their hands - this is the instrument of whipping used by law enforcement officers, and it also symbolizes authority.

They formed a line and kept advancing.

The crowd kept retreating.

The long-term fear of the family makes these ordinary people unable to resist at all when facing the family thugs.

This is also the wisest choice.

Because a few young people who occasionally stood up to resist were immediately knocked to the ground by the thugs of the Sassari family with clubs, and their heads were bloody.

"You go first, they can't do anything against me."

Lothar held the boy's shoulders and pushed him back into the crowd.

As Sassari's thugs took a step forward, the people took a step back.

Soon, it was Lothar's turn.

"Get out of here!"

"This is not your place."

The thugs warned and moved forward.

boom--

Seeing that Lothar was motionless, a wolf thug raised the club in his hand and hit Lothar on the head. However, there was only a crisp sound and Lothar's body did not even move.

Under the helmet, Lothar glared at him with cold eyes.

"Who do you think you are? Get out of here!"

The thugs looked at each other, feeling a sense of fear in their hearts. This is under the premise that Lothar did not exert the pressure of the dark lord. Otherwise, these thugs, whose horn heads are rare items, would have been scared to death.

"What are you still doing? Open his tin can and throw him into the water prison!"

"What age are you in? Do you still think you can fight against the wolves wearing an iron can?"

A leading horn leader shouted orders.

But the result was that in front of Lothar, the land was filled with mourning.

The thugs who had just been arrogant and knocked down countless ordinary people were knocked down by Lothar. A large piece of them was broken, ranging from broken bones to severed arms and legs.

"Is this guy from the Saluzzo family?"

Soon, the movement here attracted the centurion who was hiding behind the scenes. He took a closer look, and his expression suddenly changed: "Boy, do you still dare to come out?"

"Now, there is no Bologna woman to help you."

Lothar sneered: "Why, do you think you can fight me without Lavinia's help? A dozen of you are no match for me on a full moon night, let alone during the day. "

“You’ll know if it works or not, just try it.”

The centurion gritted his teeth and ordered with a sneer: "Blow the trumpet and gather all the good players nearby. The time has come to wash away the shame."

Lothar felt slightly depressed. It seemed that these madmen were really planning to take action in broad daylight.

The black lines on the Holy Cross plate armor became clearer.

The power of darkness gradually ferments.

A low voice sounded: "Losa, we have to fight alone."

"Yes."

Lothar held the shining cross-armed sword tightly, and the sword was covered with black mist.

boom--

The court door slowly closed.

Mr. Madeleine was pushed into the dock. He did not look as young as his age. His beard was unshaven due to the torture of prison life, and his hands and feet were tied with heavy iron shackles. Two prison guards followed him closely, as if he Not an ordinary person, but a murderous maniac with extremely high combat power and a strong threat.

The jury was crowded, and all the well-dressed gentlemen looked at Mr. Madeleine with different expressions.

Some of it was sympathy. After all, although Mr. Madeleine had not been on good terms with them before, he was still the same kind of person.

They are all factory owners with little background, starting from scratch step by step, and experiencing blackmail from the wolf clan.

But they also have the least say.

Some are sneers, some are impatient.

Others simply do it for fun and are very interested.

In front of the presiding judge, there is a golden gavel, and beside him are two senior judges as deputies. The three of them sit on the high court bench, which means they are as fair as scales.

When she saw Lavinia, Madeleine's expression was obviously shocked, but she quickly calmed down: "Thank you, Miss Lavinia, I didn't expect that you would really want to come to Milan to defend me."

"Didn't anyone notify you? Well, I don't think they would either."

Lavinia sighed. She had already written an application for asylum for Madeleine before setting off, and submitted it to the courts in Turin and Milan.

"Judge Lavinia Bologna, are you sure you want to defend the defendant Victor Madeleine?"

The presiding judge, who wore an eagle emblem on his head, had a threat in his voice. He was not from the family, but he was a partner of the Yaksi family. His stance on this trial was self-evident.

This seemingly impartial court has no authority at all in the eyes of many people.

Even if the wolves, wealthy businessmen, and nobles kill people in the street, and the evidence is conclusive, they can still be convicted step by step from murder to manslaughter, and then to accidental injury, until they are not guilty.

Even if most of the people on the jury came here, they would just walk around like visiting the vegetable market. They might even simply not attend and send a butler to take the place instead, even if it was to give face to the presiding judge.

"I am sure."

Lavinia's expression was very solemn. Even though the people on the jury were mostly talking about her wolf identity and last night's record, they didn't care at all about what statement she was about to make. She still maintained respect for the court.

"Then let's get started."

The presiding judge sighed softly and lowered his gavel.

The noisy jury finally became a little quieter, at least it no longer looked like a vegetable market.

People all looked at Lavinia. Even if there were people from the Bologna family present, Lavinia could not see much encouragement and support in their eyes.

In such a large court, she seemed to be fighting alone.

(End of this chapter)