Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 105 Public Trial and Conviction: The Dust Settles (3/4)

Soon, Rothschild was brought up by two crusaders.

He was dressed in a tattered pastor's robe, his hair was disheveled, and he looked haggard and had lost all his former vitality.

Bound by chains, he was devoid of his former pride and warmth.

His face was turned to the side, making him look like a stray dog ​​whose spine had been removed, utterly dejected, his eyes filled with barely concealed panic. Especially under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, he was so flustered that he trembled all over.

The gazes directed at him now were no longer those of the past, filled with reverence, respect, and fervor. Instead, they were filled with disgust and anger.

Disdain and contempt.

The strange looks he received were like ants gnawing at him, making him tremble uncontrollably. He didn't even dare to look into the eyes of those lowly people he would never normally give a second glance to.

Tyrion sat high on the platform and loudly read out the charges against him.

"Rothschild Tuttle, for the past five years you have been deliberately harming innocent women and children, betraying church doctrine, breaking your vows to the Lord, and blaspheming your faith."

"Over the course of five years, you formed the so-called King in Yellow organization, colluded with the powerful and wealthy, and murdered thousands of innocent civilians."

"You are obsessed with cult rituals, have distorted divine doctrines, twisted divinity, and have completely betrayed the church and abandoned your faith!"

Do you admit it?

"I—I didn't!"

Rothschild weakly defended himself in a low voice, having long since lost his confidence.

Tyrion gave him no chance to argue, raising his gavel and banging it down: "Call the witnesses!"

As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight high-ranking nobles dressed in luxurious clothes and looking panicked were all escorted onto the high platform.

They knelt down on the trial bench amidst the disgusted gazes of tens of thousands of people, repeatedly begging for mercy.

But nobody cared.

"Rothschild Tuttle formed the King in Yellow organization, with seven core members and twelve peripheral members. All of them have now been arrested, and all the evidence against them is conclusive."

Immediately, hundreds of crusaders, holding thick stacks of evidence, publicly read and distributed them to the crowd.

This was exactly the plan that Hextech had discussed with Tyrion beforehand.

By striking first and spreading the evidence, even if Mueller-Tattle returns to Newcastle, it will be extremely difficult to overturn the case.

A massive amount of evidence has already been made public, and newspapers throughout the city are being printed at an accelerated pace, so everyone will soon have a copy.

No matter how powerful the Tuttle family is, they cannot completely overturn the verdict.

At the same time, a thick stack of incriminating evidence was thrown in front of the seven kneeling witnesses.

"We found evidence related to cult rituals in our respective families."

"What further explanation do you have?"

Tyrion's voice suddenly rose, his anger fully revealed, a blazing light flashed in his eyes, and his figure appeared extremely majestic.

The seven powerful figures were so terrified that they dared not hide anything.

He immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, weeping and wailing.

Perhaps because they have been rampant for years and no one has been able to control them, the Yellow King organization, although operating in secrecy, has left many traces.

These traces were quickly uncovered by professionals and became evidence of a crime.

"We were wrong! It was all Rothschild's doing that forced us into this!"

"He threatened us to join the King in Yellow organization, and we dared not disobey!"

The cries for mercy were clearly amplified by the on-site loudspeakers and carried throughout the square, reaching the ears of tens of thousands of people.

Upon learning the full truth, the crowd was enraged and their emotions erupted completely.

"Sinner! Hang him!"

Shouts of anger and cries of killing rose and fell, and the entire square was in complete uproar.

A large number of stones, eggs, and rotten vegetable leaves were thrown onto the platform, leaving the powerful and influential people in a sorry state.

Amidst public outrage, everyone demanded that Rothschild be severely punished.

This is exactly the effect Hextech wanted.

Tyrion was very satisfied with the situation and struck the gavel again.

His prestige had reached its peak at this moment, and the people were completely convinced of this bishop who dared to challenge the uncrowned king of Newcastle.

The entire room fell silent instantly, and everyone obeyed his commands.

Tyrion declared in a deep voice, "According to the regulations of the Church Federation!"

"Clergy members who commit serious crimes must be tried by the Church Tribunal."

"I have contacted the London court, and the judge will arrive in Newcastle tomorrow."

"The Rothschilds will be taken back to London and dealt with according to the law."

"What if they bribed the court?"

"Shh, don't mention that place, that's the courtroom! Do you want to die?!"

The audience immediately began to discuss the matter and expressed their concerns.

Despite the prestigious reputation of the court, Rothschild was ultimately the heir to the Tuttle family, and the court was inevitably biased.

Tyrion immediately made a loud statement to reassure the crowd.

"Rest assured, gentlemen, I swear on my honor as bishop."

"I will definitely give all the victims justice!"

"I will oversee the entire process and ensure the fairest trial of the Rothschilds!"

"I will never let any sinner escape punishment!"

"We will not allow any innocent person to suffer injustice!"

These words completely ignited the enthusiasm of the entire crowd.

"Bishop Tyrion!!"

"Long live the bishop!"

Tens of thousands of people tossed their top hats into the air, cheered loudly, clapped enthusiastically, and chanted Tyrion's name in unison.

Tyrion experienced the true taste of power, a feeling that finally made him understand why so many of his colleagues fought for status and even committed despicable acts—because the taste of power was too delicious.

"Take him away," he whispered.

In an instant, a dozen crusaders took Rothschild and the King in Yellow organization back away.

Hextech stood up and said to Kyle Wright beside him, "Is that all?"

Kyle Wright's tense expression finally relaxed a bit: "It's just that Muller-Tuttle hasn't returned yet, so the matter isn't over."

"But even he would probably find your method of public trial very troublesome."

In theory, public trials do not have final judicial power; the power of adjudication always belongs to the London courts.

However, Tyrion's decision to hold a public trial in the name of the diocesan bishop, and to conduct a trial that could potentially involve the development of a cult, was in line with precedent.

Now that the Rothschilds' crimes have been made public, it's tantamount to definitively confirming their guilt. The public's preconceived notions mean that any attempt at explanation will become ammunition against the Tuttle family.

Moreover, Rothschild was only Müller-Tatter's grand-nephew, not his grandson.

To preserve his family's wealth, Muller will most likely abandon this pawn and support another member of the family to take over.

After all, it was clear to everyone that without Tyrion's tacit support, the Adriatic family alone could not have so easily brought down the Rothschilds, let alone held this public trial.

Müller-Tattle, a man of many experiences, naturally knew who the real enemy was.

"Alright, you'll be leaving for London tomorrow," said Kelwyn.

"The family is hosting a farewell dinner for you tonight."

Hextech simply waved his hand: "No need."

"I'm not familiar with the rest of my family, so there's no need for us to meet."

"And our previous meeting wasn't pleasant either."

Hextech doesn't want to get too involved with these stupid relatives.

"No way," Kyle Wright replied immediately.

"Until we depart tomorrow, you will remain a member of the Adriatic family."

"You have accomplished something that no one in the family has ever done before. The family is proud of you."

"Moreover, after we leave tomorrow, we don't know when we'll be able to meet again."

Seeing the old man's earnest eyes, Hex swallowed back the refusal that was on the tip of his tongue.

"There's also some really great entertainment at the party," Kellwright added.

He gave Hex a knowing look: "A program exclusively for the aristocracy."

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