Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 114 Second Public Trial

Inside the Edria Manor, the number of people increased, including many implicated individuals, such as nobles who had supported the Edria family.

City hall officials, and even some who had merely expressed unfavorable views about the Tuttle family, were all forcibly detained here.

The crowd gradually went from being panicked to becoming anxious and resentful. They felt angry at the Edlia family, believing that they had been used by the Edlia family and had offended the Tuttle family.

The argument grew louder and louder. If it weren't for the fact that many veterans from the military served as guards in the Edlia family, the argument would probably have already escalated into a full-blown fight.

Anred managed to quell a riot and appease their resentment towards the Adelia family.

He was exhausted and slumped down at the entrance of the manor; his hair seemed to have turned quite a bit whiter.

Outside the manor, the Crusaders neither launched a full-scale attack nor exerted pressure.

Just four or five hundred meters away, they piled up sandbags layer by layer, building a series of airtight blockades.

The blockade was so tight that there was no way to break through.

"What exactly are they trying to do?"

"Are we going to trap all of us here and kill us forever?"

Anred was uneasy; he found it difficult to predict the current situation.

If they are guilty, shouldn't they be arrested directly? Why keep them confined to their homes?

Kellett stood to the side, her worry growing heavier and heavier, so heavy that it prevented her from blooming.

"How many people are currently imprisoned in the manor?" he asked. "More than two thousand," Anred replied.

"Some are from collateral branches of the family."

"And the journalists, editors, and commentators who previously exposed the Rothschilds' crimes."

"Many people actually have no connection with us; they are innocent."

Kelwyn squinted: "They're carrying out an expanded purge."

"Use our pretext to strike at anyone who is dissatisfied with the Tuttle family."

"Then, they will pin a series of charges on us."

"Nail us to the pillar of shame."

"Let us be an example for everyone in Newcastle from now on!"

Anger flared in Anred's eyes, his body tense. "Father, we have to think of something!"

"Once they pin a crime on us, we'll all be tied to the stake and burned at the stake!"

Kellright turned to look at him, her eyes calm to the point of being deathly still. "A solution?"

"What other options do we have?"

"Are we expecting bishops from other dioceses to uphold justice for us?"

"Or are we still hoping the kingdom's nobles will lend a hand?"

"The Adelia family is now isolated and helpless, with no one to rely on."

"No one will come to our aid."

"Or can we break through the blockade line of hundreds of Crusaders and thousands of city defenders?"

Anred's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

"You're still hoping the United Front will come to our rescue, aren't you?" Kyle Wright said calmly.

Anred suddenly looked up and met his father's calm, all-knowing eyes.

"Father, you—"

"I know everything." Kyle Wright's voice was calm, without accusation, only filled with sorrow.

You can't fool me.

"I know you; you were born to be an editor and a philosopher."

"You've always had a preference for idealistic books since you were little."

"Father, I—" Anred hurriedly protested, his eyes red-rimmed, "I swear!"

"We have never used the United Front's identity to seek personal gain."

"Never harmed the family, never brought trouble to Newcastle!"

"It's no use saying all this now." Kelley narrowed her eyes, gazing at the rising sun overhead.

"It's all too late."

The Crusaders outside the city not only did not stop the people from gathering, but deliberately allowed it.

In preparation for this public trial, they voluntarily relaxed controls, allowing large crowds to gather around the Edria estate.

They even broke the city's ban and drove all the civilians from the fifth district to the second district.

In a short period of time, nearly 200,000 people surrounded the manor from all directions.

A high platform was hastily erected directly in front of the blockade line.

Its form and layout are exactly the same as the platform from which the Rothschilds were tried yesterday.

Today, however, the roles of judge and prisoner have been reversed.

A black sedan drove from below the platform to the entrance of the Edlia family's house.

Two heavily armed crusaders, expressionless, pushed open the door and got out of the carriage.

"Kelwyn, Enrad, come out."

"His Excellency Tuttle has named you two to be given a public trial in the entire city."

Anred felt a slight sense of relief.

If they were only interrogated, perhaps the family and its members could be spared. Without thinking further, he followed Kelwyn, straightened his clothes, left the manor, and was led to the high platform.

On the high platform.

Rothschild sat in the main seat, full of pride and satisfaction.

Tyrion, as a bishop of the church, could only sit in a side seat, his face pale and ugly, having lost all his dignity.

However, Rothschild's gaze swept over the two men, his eyes filled with extreme malice.

"As expected, it's just the two of you."

"What about Hextech?"

"I sent people to check on the train, but we couldn't find him at all."

"You let him go ahead of time?"

"He was just an illegitimate child. He left after receiving a recommendation letter from Oxford Theological Seminary." Kelwyn stood tall and composed, neither humble nor arrogant.

"We know nothing about his route to London."

"ridiculous."

Rothschild scoffed, his face growing even more ferocious.

Even with over 200,000 people watching the public trial, he made no attempt to conceal his malice and cruelty.

"Do you really think he has a chance to set foot in London?"

"He will never be able to get close to Oxford Theological Seminary in his entire life."

"The Tuttle family will never let anyone who dares to offend us get away with it."

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"I've already prepared a coffin for him in London!"

Kyle Wright looked up, her gaze turning cold.

"Rothschild, do you think that just because you've changed positions, you're truly innocent?"

"Shut up! You have no right to call me by my first name!" Rothschild shouted angrily, his tone growing increasingly hostile.

"I have never committed a crime!"

"I've only been slandered by you, accused of being a traitor!!"

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"The one who is truly guilty is you."

Kyle Wright couldn't help but laugh.

"You can deny all the evidence and distort all the facts," Kyle Wright said.

"But do you dare deny the evil thoughts in your heart?"

Do you dare to confront all the sins you've committed?

"Do you still remember the vows of faith you took on the day you became a clergyman?"

"An oath?" Rothschild burst into wild laughter, completely insane.

"Of course I remember! I never thought I was wrong!"

"I am redeeming humanity and cleaning away the filth and scum of the world!"

Such arrogant and outrageous words caused Tyrion's expression to change drastically.

He hurriedly whispered a reminder: "Father Tuttle, the audience is full of people! Be careful what you say!"

"And Lord Geralt is here too; he's the Inquisitor!"

"Shut up!" Rothschild snapped impatiently, his eyes fierce.

"It's not your place to speak here."

Geralt remained calm, seemingly oblivious to what was happening.