Chapter 584

For a long time, the most discussed topic was the disappearance of the administrative division of the river bend. Once the river bend nobles became the "King's Pro army" and the king's leading nobles.

Someone went to see villas, hoping to see anger, fear, or hysteria on the face of the former heir to the high court. It's best for him to stand up against it, make a scene, and then be cut off.

However, to their disappointment, villas Tyrell didn't say a word all the way. He just lowered his head and leaned on his crutch. Then he didn't react too much after the coronation ceremony of Red Castle.

He just focuses on doing his own thing, his own job

A tax official under the chancellor of the exchequer.

These days, despite the inconvenience of legs and feet, villas tiller still runs around in a carriage every day to track down tax evasion and other acts of local or caravans, lit candles and looked through the account books. Late at night, he recovered a lot of taxes for the Treasury.

The knowledge he has learned has played a significant role. Villas Tyrell is not just a "soldier on paper", although this humiliating title may accompany him all his life, even after his death.

Future generations may be the first to think of the case that he once directed the army while reading books, which eventually led to the annihilation of the whole army, so as to warn others.

But villas doesn't care about the ridicule of others. He seems to have been awakened in the war with the stain of his life.

He didn't have any chance, but now he can be fully busy, patiently start from the smallest things at the grass-roots level, not arrogant or impetuous, step by step.

Villas's low-key forbearance disappointed many people who feared that the world would not be chaotic.

However, although the heat will gather in a short time, it will soon be covered by bigger things.

The public trial is finally about to begin. A huge temporary trial court is being built orderly on the square below the Red Castle.

"Come on! Hurry up!"

"Lift this wood up!"

In the sunny sky and hot sunshine, there are officials in charge of construction with hats on their heads, while the sweaty workers are constantly busy, building shed roofs and finishing the work.

The temporary trial court is about to be built. Its position is next to the sea. You can hear the sound of tides beating rocks and the salty sea breeze. At that time, chairs will be placed in the venue, which can accommodate up to thousands of people to watch the ceremony at the same time.

Of course, if you choose to climb a tree or stand far from the roof, the number can be a little more. This is a safe number.

The clean Legion will surround the venue to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to make trouble. After all, the country has just come out of chaos, and there are still many people hostile to the Iron Throne. Now everything is not so stable.

For the trial process, the cases involved in the usurper war are as large as a feather. This public trial is the complete liquidation of the usurper war, which will last for more than half a month.

It is enough to become the biggest talk for the people in Junlin during this period.

However, before this public trial is settled, there is still one case to be settled.

This case may not be very eye-catching if it is put in peacetime, but it has become the focus of countless people's attention at this time.

King wesselis is not in the king's landing now. After the canonization ceremony, many dignitaries of the king's landing have not left. They need to wait for the follow-up public trial, while wesselis himself took his wife and children to the high court for vacation.

He was too lazy to bother with the numerous cases in front of him, and all of them were handed over to the Minister of justice for full trial. He would preside over the trial of important people only in the last few days.

Now, the public trial platform outside the Red Castle is being built. Up the steps, a leading trial is going on in the throne hall of the Red Castle.

There was silence in the throne hall, only the crackling sound of the burning campfire. Many nobles of the seven countries who watched the ceremony and trial looked serious and did not dare to make a sound at will. On the corridor in the center of the throne hall, a burly prisoner was tied in the center.

The Minister of justice Oberon sat on the iron throne, crossed his legs, and gently stroked the cold armrest with his palm. He was a little distracted and didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, the door of the throne hall was pushed open and made a heavy sound.

Boom——

Six clean soldiers wearing black dragon scales and spiked helmets escorted a prisoner into the throne room with a spear.

"Here we are."

All the nobles of the seven countries, including the prisoners kneeling on the ground and the chief judge sitting on the iron throne, all looked a little chilly.

Even Oberon's finger came a stabbing pain. It turned out that at the moment when he had just slightly differentiated his God, his finger touched the sharp edge on the iron chair and was cut open, and blood overflowed at once.

The eyes of the man with dark, shiny hair and solemn face coagulated slightly, squeezed his fingers gently, and a scarlet blood bead appeared in his palm.

Then Oberon wiped the blood off his fingers and raised his head again.

Since the unsullied soldiers escorted the prisoners into the throne hall, the atmosphere here was suddenly tense. The nobles of the seven countries couldn't help whispering. For no other reason, the identity of the prisoner escorted was too special.

He belongs to a prisoner who should theoretically be handed over to wesselis for personal trial, and the others are not even qualified to try him.

However, it is a pity that his majesty is not in King's landing now and has entrusted all legal matters to the legal Minister of the former royal parliament, because this is his duty.

However, strictly speaking, the protagonist of this trial was not the other party, but the prisoner strongly demanded that wesselis promised him again, so he was brought out of prison.

The prisoner with scattered hair and beard was escorted to the stage of the throne hall by six clean soldiers.

"Kneel down!"

The clean soldier opened his mouth in rough common language and wanted him to kneel down, but he insisted on kneeling. The expressionless clean soldier suddenly had cold eyes.

His palm was on the dagger at his waist, ready to cut his hamstring.

They are a killing machine. They never need to consider the consequences when executing orders. They only need to hear the orders and complete the orders.

At this time, the chief judge Oberon sitting on the Iron Throne quickly raised his hand to stop them.

"Stop!"

"Wait a minute."

Then Oberon nodded to several clean soldiers and breathed out gently.

"Hard work, back off."