This adventurer is overly righteous.

Smith took out a sausage from his pocket. It emitted a rich meaty aroma, but upon closer inspection, a crack could be seen in the casing. Smith had injected a sufficient amount of sedative into the sausage. Smith had never drugged such a large dog before, but based on past experience, he doubled the maximum dosage he had used before and prepared a few extra sausages to ensure that everything went smoothly.

"good..."

Smith approached the kennel. The good dog he targeted didn't live with the other sled dogs; it had its own room, presumably to prevent Smith from biting through the necks of the other dogs. This made things easier for Smith, who had done his research beforehand to ensure he could succeed before taking action.

He threw the red sausage into the kennel, and a pair of eyes lit up in the darkness. The owner was none other than the dog that Smith had been longing for. It got up and swallowed the sausage whole without hesitation. Then it lay down on the ground and licked its fur energetically, as if the drug had had no effect at all.

This is a sign of this dog's strong vitality...

Smith reassured himself that as long as the dog didn't bark and alert its owner, there wouldn't be a big problem.

So Smith repeated what he had just done until the dog had eaten all the sausages in his arms. He stared at the dog nervously. That amount of food could have overwhelmed even a bear, but the dog just lay there, seemingly staring at him with an unsettling gaze.

He waited impatiently, rubbing his palms repeatedly, hoping the drug would take effect soon. The dog, as Smith prayed in his heart, gradually closed its eyes and relaxed, like a water droplet slowly spreading out.

"I knew it, how could any dog ​​withstand such a dose of sedatives..." Smith sighed, wiped the sweat from his face, and took out a wire from his pocket, starting to fiddle with the lock on the kennel's iron gate.

He planned to go inside and first gag the dog.

Smith thought to himself.

Getting bitten by that dog would be fatal. At its height, it could easily bite a human's throat. Smith didn't want his neck bitten, and this would also prevent the dog from waking up and screaming.

"Next, we'll tie up its body and feet..."

"Click"

The door was opened, and Smith excitedly pulled out a rope from his pocket. He looked around to make sure no one had witnessed what he was doing before opening the door.

A pair of cold eyes appeared in front of Smith, very close to him.

It was a dog's face, no, it looked more like a wolf's face. It opened its mouth, and its teeth were white and gleaming coldly.

The dog stood up and stood behind the door, waiting for Smith to open it.

A tremendous shock caused Smith's mind to race at an unprecedented speed; he would probably never forget the scene before him.

Dogs can certainly stand for a certain period of time when trained, but the way this dog stands is something that a dog's body structure can't imitate; it's like a human who was born to walk on feet!

Moreover, its two front paws were hanging down on either side of its body, just like human arms.

"It's laughing..."

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That was definitely not an expression a dog could make; it was mocking him. Smith realized his trick had been seen through; it was trying to trick him into opening the door...

It's going to eat people!

The dog aimed at Smith's neck and bit down hard, but it missed. The sound of its teeth clashing was terrifying. It was Croya who pulled Smith away from the dog in time. Then he threw a punch at the dog's face, causing it to fall backward into the kennel and start barking loudly.

"What is this?"

Kroya closed the door and grabbed Smith to prevent him from escaping.

He had intended to catch Smith red-handed and send him back to jail, but instead he witnessed this extremely surprising scene—it was definitely not a dog.

"I don't know, but it's definitely not a dog, it's absolutely not a dog!" Smith's mind was in complete chaos, and he couldn't say anything of value for a moment.

The lights in the surrounding houses were turned on, and the barking of the dog shattered the peaceful night, drawing people out to investigate, including the dog's owners—three strangers who had come from afar in the north.

"Dog thief..."

"I can explain." Kroya raised one hand, while the other prevented Smith from escaping.

He also glanced at the kennel, where the dog lay peacefully on the ground, howling loudly, just like a real dog.

"Of course, we can also consult a judge."

The girl in the middle of the three stared at Kroya, then at the lock that had been pried open, and nodded in agreement with a hint of anger.

.......

"The plaintiff is..."

The following morning, the judge sat in the courtroom, flanked by juries composed of townspeople known for their honesty and integrity. Croya and Smith were the defendants, while Lillian and her companion were the plaintiffs, with the two groups seated on opposite sides of the courtroom.

"Lillian from the North, her brother Tyr, her brother's friend Guise..."

It was another group of people from out of town.

The judge muttered to himself that he didn't like strangers, and he held an even deeper prejudice against these guys from the far north.

The Northland is a bitterly cold place shrouded in snow and wind all year round. Tribes live on that land, but no specific country has been formed. The people who come from there are barbarians who have never had contact with true civilization.

Their clothing alone was different from that of the townspeople of Whitestone. They wore thick animal skin clothes on the outside, which made their torsos and limbs appear larger, while their bare hands and faces appeared smaller, making them look less dignified.

"The defendant is Kroya."

The judge nodded almost imperceptibly, in his view the case was over, after all, the defendant was Kroya.

Without even a second thought, what problem could Kroya possibly have?

What supported the judge's trust in Croya was Croya's past good deeds.

In court, the reputations of the plaintiff and the defendant are important factors that can influence the verdict. At least the judge himself was already biased towards Croja. The next step is to examine the evidence and hear the opinions of the jury.

As expected, the evidence presented by the opposing side was completely insufficient to prove Croja's guilt, and since most of the jurors had heard of Croja's reputation for doing good deeds, the judge ultimately delivered his verdict.

"Croa is innocent."

"Next is the second case, the plaintiff is Kroya, and the defendant is Smith..."

The outcome of this case was also one-sided, with Croya winning the case and Smith being imprisoned—because the guy had a bad reputation before, and there had been rumors about him stealing dogs.