Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 104 The public trial begins, with a huge crowd surrounding the proceedings (2/4)

Surprisingly, the night passed peacefully without any attacks, riots, or prison breaks.

But peace does not mean tranquility; countless people in Newcastle did not sleep all night.

The news that the Adelia family had stormed into Tuttle Estate, kidnapped Rothschild Tuttle, and would hold a public trial the following morning had spread like wildfire throughout Newcastle overnight.

At first glance, no one believed it.

What a joke! The Tuttle family is the uncrowned king of Newcastle, while the Edlia family is just an ordinary, declining military noble family. Cairwright was just a follower of Archdeacon Muller back then. The difference in their status and power is like the difference between an ordinary commoner and a noble.

Edlia must have been bewitched by a demon to dare to wage war against Tartel!

Are they crazy? Are they looking for death?

But then they remembered that Adelia had been investigating the murderer of their family heir Karls for the past two days, which had also brought up an organization called the King in Yellow, and had even taken the matter to the city hall.

Many intelligent people then connected the two things.

Karls was killed by the King in Yellow, and Adelia declared war on the Rothschilds, so the Rothschilds are the King in Yellow.

Once this logic is clear, only one question remains.

How did the Adelia family manage to do that?

Amid the chaos, the seasoned politician, a veteran of many years, quickly saw through the situation.

It seems like an incredible miracle that the Edlia family, as ordinary military nobles, launched a rebellion against Newcastle's top nobles.

But the Adriatic family was merely a dagger thrust into the spotlight.

The one who truly wielded the knife and controlled the entire situation was Tyrion Seghest, a man who was always gentle and seemingly a good-natured person.

No one expected that this newly appointed bishop, who had been in office for less than a month and always had a gentle smile, would be so ruthless and decisive.

Taking advantage of Muller-Tattle's absence from Newcastle, they directly targeted the Tattle family's rising star.

This ruthlessness and boldness made all the nobles look at Tyrion with new respect.

In this world, bishops often wield unlimited power.

With the bishop now involved, the nobles and powerful figures who had previously formed a deep alliance with the Tuttle family all closed themselves off to protect themselves and chose to wait and see; no one dared to interfere in this matter.

Therefore, despite the public outcry, no single force took action.

The Adriatic family had a peaceful night.

Hextech didn't sleep a wink all night, sitting in the courtyard of the Adriar family, just in case the Tuttle family resorted to desperate measures.

They feared that the enemy would mobilize the Crusaders to besiege the mansion under cover of night, and wipe out everyone present.

Although the Crusaders were no match for Hex, he didn't want to be associated with internal strife within the Church's Crusaders before heading to London.

He made thorough preparations and prepared all contingency plans. He even had the United Front reinforced soldiers disguised as ordinary servants to keep watch around the Edlia family.

From late at night until dawn, until nine o'clock the next morning, nothing unexpected happened.

"I overestimated them." Hextech glanced in the direction of District 1.

Martin and his family, along with Rust, have now packed their bags and are ready to leave.

"Don't worry, the family will send someone to escort you to Birmingham. Take care on your journey," Hex instructed.

"Thank you so much, Master Adrià!" Martin said gratefully, thanking him repeatedly.

Standing beside him were three elite, muscular men, each nearly two meters tall, giving him a strong sense of security.

"Let me know you've arrived safely." Hex waved and looked at the little girl who had given him the laurel wreath earlier: "Goodbye, Martha."

Martha, holding a little rabbit, waved her hand reluctantly and asked softly.

"Young Master Adrià, will we ever meet again?"

"Perhaps." Hex didn't say the rest of the sentence. If Martin and Rust became his subordinates in the future, they would definitely meet again.

He waved to signal everyone to board the truck smoothly.

They planned to leave Newcastle immediately after the public trial. Although the two detectives were eager to witness Rothschild's trial, their safety was now their top priority.

Hex straightened his collar and stepped into the Adelia family's convertible.

On this trip, they were heading to Radiant Place in Newcastle to attend a public trial.

Kelwyn sat beside him. He, too, had not slept all night, and his eyes showed a hint of fatigue, but his expression was more relaxed than before.

"Hex, you sat in the hall all night last night?" he asked.

"You said to be wary of Muller-Tattle, and I will naturally be ready to fight at any time," Hex responded.

"I fear that an even bigger storm is yet to come," Kyle Wright said gravely.

"As long as the public trial is not over, anything can still happen."

"We cannot let our guard down."

Hex nodded slightly. How could the Tuttle family swallow this insult? They hadn't made any moves yesterday, so they would definitely make trouble at today's public trial.

Therefore, this public trial is the crucial battle that will determine victory or defeat.

Just as he was about to ask another question, a series of noisy commotions suddenly came from outside the carriage.

Hex lifted the carriage curtain and looked outside.

The roadsides were already packed with ordinary citizens, and crowds kept gathering around.

Upon seeing the convertible, the crowd immediately shouted.

"It's a car belonging to the Adriatic family!"

"They're going to the Radiant Plaza!"

Hextech had anticipated public discontent and even riots.

But the next second, people took out flowers from their bags and threw them at the carriage.

"The Adelia family, you are heroes of the city!"

"You have accomplished a miracle!"

"Newcastle is about to embrace civilization!"

"Long live! Long live!"

The crowd on the street shouted in unison, singing and dancing, their voices growing louder and louder.

More and more citizens came from all directions, crowding the horse-drawn carriages as they slowly made their way toward Radiant Square.

Cheers rose in waves, like a tide, as the carriage made its way to the trial site.

"The news spread very quickly," Hex said, slightly surprised.

"Are the people so easily convinced by us?"

"Has the Rothschilds' reputation really gotten this bad?"

Hextech thought the Tuttle family was going to send in two extras to cry.

Surprisingly, there was nothing there.

That's true. After all, this isn't a world where ordinary people can determine the direction of the upper class. It's quite reasonable for the powerful and wealthy to look down on ordinary people.

Kelley, a woman of great experience, remained unmoved by the cheers and said calmly, "They don't believe us."

"It's not that we see we'll win."

"For the vast majority of people, they will support whoever wins."

"They are not cheering for the Adriatic family."

"But they are cheering for Newcastle's new ruler—Lord Tyrion."

Hextech chuckled softly after hearing this: "That's true."

"Aren't you afraid?" Kyle Wright turned to him and asked in a deep voice, "If something goes wrong in the public trial and we lose, the people cheering for us today will immediately change their tune."

"At that time, what they will throw at us will not be flowers, but mud and filth."

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"They will despise us, trample on us, and plunge us into the abyss."

Hextech smiled: "Then keep winning, never lose."

This is the Mahayana philosophy of winning!

As soon as he finished speaking, the car slowly came to a stop.

The driver bowed and replied, "Sir, young master, we've arrived at Radiant Plaza."

Kyle Wright gently patted Hextech on the shoulder: "Hero, it's your turn."

Hex didn't hesitate at all and pushed open the car door.

What comes into view is the gilded plaza bathed in sunlight.

Tens of thousands of people had already gathered in Radiant Square, creating a sea of ​​people.

A high platform was erected in the center of the square, where Tyrion Seghest sat in the main seat.

Hextech, on the other hand, is more like the protagonist who appears last.

Tyrion, upon seeing Hextech, immediately raised his voice: "Hextech Adelia! Our hero has arrived!!"

Under the loudspeaker, the clear and loud voice resounded throughout the venue.

"Hextech!!!"

"Hextech!!!"

"hero!!!"

Tens of thousands of people in the square erupted in deafening cheers, all chanting Hextech's name in unison.

The sound was deafening, almost shaking the entire city of Newcastle.

Hextech wasn't swept up in the fervor. The scene seemed deliberately designed to elevate him, drawing all the attention. Who says Tyrion is just a simple-minded nice guy? This bishop is quite the actor, creating momentum and putting on a show.

Ultimately, top politicians are born actors.

Hex waved to the crowd and walked slowly up the red-carpeted aisle to the trial platform.

He sat directly on the side of the platform, his posture calm and composed, showing no hesitation.

Catherine sat upright behind him.

This positioning was tantamount to announcing to the entire audience that the Adriatic family had completely completed the transition from the old to the new generation.

An unknown illegitimate son managed to win over Kyle Wright, who had been in charge of the family for nearly forty years.

The dignitaries and officials in the audience all looked at Hextech with astonishment and suspicion.

Is it really true, as the rumors say, that this young master Hextech single-handedly killed dozens of werewolves to avenge his brother, tracked the true district to Newcastle, and was a devout and pure saint who never coveted power?

Tyrion looked at the scene of everyone bowing down to him, and his heart was filled with unprecedented satisfaction and pleasure.

In his first month as bishop, he truly experienced for the first time what it felt like to have supreme power and be revered by all.

This was the power he was entitled to, but it had been stolen by the Tuttle family for many years.

Now, he has simply reclaimed the authority that rightfully belongs to him.

Tyrion struck the gavel in his hand.

The entire room quickly fell silent, without a sound.

He announced in a deep voice that echoed throughout the square: "The public trial has officially begun."

"Bring the suspect—Rothschild Tuttle!"