Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 111 The People: Who Wins, Whom Do They Follow?

Inside the café, all the customers turned to look at the sound.

On every face was an expression of disbelief and astonishment.

Ada and Grace instantly stopped chatting and their gazes turned serious.

The newsboy, who had been loudly announcing the news, spoke again.

"Vice-Bishop Mueller-Tattle officially returned to Newcastle early this morning!"

"Accompanying him was the London-based inquisitor!"

"The judges reviewed the case files and interrogated those involved overnight, successfully verifying that key evidence was deliberately fabricated by the Adrià family."

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"The entire King in Yellow organization has been slandered and framed!"

"They are innocent!"

"Father Rothschild is innocent!"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire coffee shop erupted in uproar.

Everyone was deeply shocked, and public opinion was instantly thrown into turmoil.

It was publicly tried just yesterday in Guanghui Square.

Rothschild confessed in public, and his horrific crimes became known throughout the city.

In just one night, the situation took a dramatic turn!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

A gentleman slammed his hand on the table, loudly refuting the accusation, his face full of disbelief.

"I saw those horrific scenes and the remaining traces with my own eyes!"

"How could it be a forgery!"

Someone nearby quickly nodded in agreement.

"I have never seen such a sinister and cruel ritual before; it is not fabricated!"

Before the words were even finished, someone immediately spoke up to refute them, pointing out a long-standing point of doubt.

"I knew something was wrong a long time ago!"

"The Tuttle family has been the guardians of Newcastle for a century, with a solid foundation and strict rules."

"For so many years, we have lived in peace and tranquility."

Why was it that so many shocking crimes were exposed so soon after Bishop Tyrion took office?

"This is too suspicious!"

"Could it be that Bishop Tyrion is deliberately targeting House Tuttle?"

"You're saying it's internal strife? That can't be true."

"Bishop Tyrion has a nickname: a nice guy."

"A pushover? Judging from his demeanor during yesterday's public trial, he doesn't seem like a pushover at all!"

The newsboy quickly followed up by loudly filling in the truth.

"Bishop Tyrion has been deceived; it's all a deliberate scheme by the Adriatic family!"

"Taking advantage of the power vacuum in Newcastle caused by Archdeacon Muller-Tattle's absence, Adelia and his associates deceived Bishop Tyrion, framing Father Rothschild with false evidence!"

"Father Rothschild was subjected to severe torture and forced to confess to his crimes!"

"The judges in London have already acquitted him!"

"I knew it! How could someone as kind and devout as Father Rothschild commit such a heinous act!" a lady quickly chimed in, her tone full of protectiveness and heartache.

"I have been to the church and heard Father Rothschild preach."

"He was devout to the Lord, his eyes were full of tenderness, and he was of noble character and handsome appearance!"

"He is innocent!"

As she spoke, the lady's eyes reddened, and she squeezed out a few tears, sighing softly with a choked voice.

"How could such a gentle and kind person be tainted by sin?"

In a short while, all the customers in the cafe put down their coffee and desserts and stood up to argue, creating a noisy atmosphere.

Someone raised another question: "But he clearly confessed to his crime in public!"

Some people countered with reason and evidence: "Pleading guilty does not equate to guilt!"

"Oppressed by powerful figures, imprisoned."

"It seems that his confession yesterday must have been forced upon him through torture!"

The bearded man, who had been discussing the purge of the Tuttle family, immediately retorted, "Father Rothschild values ​​his reputation; he was probably forced to confess and bear the stigma in order to await the return of Archdeacon Mueller!"

"He's had it so tough!"

Just then, another newsboy rushed over and shouted, "Breaking news!"

"Vice-Bishop Müller led his troops to surround the Adriatic family mansion!"

"It has now been confirmed that the Adriatic family colluded with the United Front; the evidence is irrefutable!"

"Hex Adelya, knowing his crimes have been exposed, has fled to avoid punishment!"

"The church is about to hold a public trial for the Adriatic family!"

This statement definitively settled the final conclusion.

The entire audience instantly changed their stance, and their tone completely reversed.

"No wonder he was so arrogant yesterday, showing no respect for the bishop!" the lady said with a look of disgust.

"Truly a lowly peasant, utterly lacking in manners!"

"Rebellion and evil are hidden in his bones!"

"He appears to be upholding justice, but in reality, he is malicious."

"I think he's just after Father Rothschild!"

"He must be jealous of Rothschild's beauty and status!"

"A jealous and despicable low-class man!"

"Let's go! Let's go see!"

"Look at what fate awaits this traitorous and apostate family!"

In just over ten minutes.

Yesterday, the Adriatic family was hailed as heroes by the people for daring to stand up to the powerful. In the blink of an eye, they have been reduced to a sinister family that colludes with heretics and wreaks havoc in Newcastle.

The public, having shed their condemnation and questioning of the Tuttle family yesterday, have once again become devout and blindly supporters, launching a barrage of verbal attacks and condemnations against the Hextech and Adriatic families.

Hextech, in particular, who was once a hero and a selfless person fighting against the Tuttle family, has now become a dark-hearted peasant.

Just as the café was bustling with noise and the crowd was filled with indignation—

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out, followed by a sudden explosion!

The noisy coffee shop fell silent instantly.

All the people turned around in shock, their pupils shrinking sharply.

Grace, who had been so obedient and timid just moments before, listening quietly like a docile hamster, now had bloodshot eyes and was trembling all over.

She held the small revolver high in her hand, her eyes filled with grief and despair.

"Shut up!"

"All of you, shut up!"

Extreme anger made her voice tremble sharply.

The deathly silence was shattered in an instant, as terrified people screamed and rushed out of the cafe, scattering in all directions.

Grace bit her pale lips, turned to look at the composed Ida beside her, her voice trembling with barely suppressed urgency.

"Lady Ada! We must inform Mr. Hex immediately!"

"Let him know that something huge has happened in Newcastle, and warn him to be careful!"

Ada looked at Grace, who suddenly erupted and dared to raise her gun in resistance, and a faint smile flashed across her eyes.

"I am pleased that you are willing to take up arms for justice."

She raised her hand and pointed to the ceiling, her tone calm and clear.

"But you shouldn't be pointing your gun at the ceiling."

Then, she pointed to the fleeing crowd, "We shouldn't have pointed at them either."

"I told you before, the people never have a fixed stance."

"Whoever wins, they'll side with them."

"In the end, they are just a group of ordinary people who follow the crowd and blindly believe right and wrong."

"7

"But things are different now!" Grace said urgently, her voice full of anxiety.

"The Tuttle family has completely surrounded the Adriatic mansion!"

"We have to do something!"

She looked up at Ida, her eyes filled with urgency, trying to find an answer.

"What can we do?" Ida looked at her quietly and asked softly.

"Was it a solo charge into the heart of the church to kill Muller-Tattle?"

"We should still call upon the united front forces of the entire southern Britain to assemble in Newcastle."

"A direct confrontation with the church's army?"

"Or they might imitate their methods, go on stage, shout slogans, and defend themselves in public."

"Declaring their innocence?"

With each solution suggested, Grace's face grew paler and her hope dimmed.

Finally, she clenched her fists, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"Are there really nothing we can do?"

The smile faded from Ada's eyes, and her expression became calm and indifferent. "I really want to comfort you."

"But that's just how it is."

"There's nothing we can do."

"Many times, even as part of a united front, we are still powerless."

She looked up at the vast sky outside the window, her tone calm.

"We have never been saviors of the world."

Ultimately, we are just losers in a political game.

"They are heretics who have been expelled from the orthodox order and can only lie dormant in the darkness."

"Newcastle is now a dead end."

After a moment of silence, she slowly spoke, offering her only solace.

"Fortunately, Hextech had already left this dead zone beforehand."