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Looking at the token in Bradley's hand, Woodrow's face turned pale for a moment, and he staggered back two steps, with fear in his eyes.

When the guards heard the words, they stopped in their tracks and looked at Bradley and his token with awe in their eyes.

A seventh-level magician, this strength is enough to easily destroy everyone here.

What frightened them even more was the flag token in his hand and the fourth-level event he said. The fourth-level event is already considered a high-level event in the event level of the Gray Temple. It's time to inspect the government.

They have already lost their eligibility to participate, and all they can do is wait for the trial.

The family members of the miners looked at Bradley, their eyes full of hope.

Mag looked at Bradley with a smile on his face, and it was not in vain for him to waste his time.

"Master Bradley, you can't do this. This doesn't comply with the regulations. You are adjudicating the incident level in violation of the regulations!" Woodrow chewed unwillingly. After a thorough investigation, he will have no chance of standing up at all.

"Woodrow, please don't judge the Gray Temple's handling of the case. How to determine the level of the incident is determined according to the rules of the Gray Temple. Now, please step down from the guards of the patrol mansion, and because you may be involved in a level 4 incident, you have no right You restrict your behavior and activity area, please stand where you are and cooperate with the investigation." Bradley looked at Woodrow with a serious expression, and two patrol guards from the Gray Temple stepped forward and stood on Woodrow's side, one left and one right beside.

"I'm an official of the Santo's Mansion, a patrol envoy. You have no right to restrict my freedom. I'm going to the Santo's Mansion! I'm going to see the Santo!" Woodrow turned and wanted to leave.

"Please cooperate with the investigation, otherwise we will take physical measures against you in accordance with the regulations." Two inspectors put their hands on his shoulders and said solemnly.

"You guys are framing me! I don't accept it! I'm going to see the city lord! I want to" Woodrow struggled, trying to break free from the hands of the two patrol guards.

"You don't need to go to the city lord's mansion. The city lord has ordered that this matter be investigated by the Gray God Palace with full authority. The entire patrol mansion will cooperate with the investigation. Regarding the family members of the miners who died, there must be absolutely no neglect or tolerance!" At this moment, The sound of hoofbeats was accompanied by a majestic voice. Dix rode in from outside the crowd, looked at Woodrow from above zero and said, "Woodrow, the Lord Santo is very disappointed in you."

Hearing this, Woodrow sat down on the ground, with cold sweat streaming down his cheeks, his lips trembling, and he said, "It's not like this, Lord Dix, it's not like this, you help me and the city lord Tell me, my lord, I am his most loyal dog, and I am only loyal to him."

"The Lord of the City has never kept a dog." Dix interrupted him directly, got off his horse, looked at Bradley and said, "Master Bradley, I am here on the order of the City Lord to assist the Gray Temple in handling the case."

"Okay, thank you for your understanding." Bradley nodded, glanced at Woodrow who was slumped on the ground, turned to look at the family members of the miners and said, "The Gray Temple handles the case with absolute justice, and now we want to question you Transcript, every word you say will become evidence in court, so you must be responsible for what you say. We will never wrong any good person, and we will never let a bad person go, please believe us."

The family members of the miners looked at Bradley with hesitation on their faces.

"I'm Ebenezer. I'm thirteen years old. My father and mother died in a mine accident four years ago, leaving me and my two-year-old sister behind." The boy was the first to stand up and looked at Bradley. Said.

The scene was very quiet, only the young boy's childish voice was interrupted by sobs several times.

The expressions on everyone's faces became angry. They looked at the boy with pity, but when they fell on the people standing behind him, there was a trace of intolerance and fear.

"I think she is still looking at me, let me take her to catch butterflies." The young man raised his head and looked at a Xuan butterfly flying above his head,

After hesitating for a moment, he held out his hand.

The butterfly danced around him a few times, stopped on his fingertips for a while, then flapped its wings and flew away, flying towards the sky, and kept flying, and kept flying

"Son, don't worry, your sister won't die in vain." Bradley clenched his fists, trying to keep his voice calm, and nodded slightly: "Next."

"I'm Harold, sixty-five years old, my son four years ago" An old man stepped out and began to tell his story.

Stories that make people lament and anger come out of their mouths are like punches hitting everyone's hearts, making people suffocated.

"They're lying {they are" Woodrow's complexion became paler and he struggled to stand up.

"Shut up!" Bradley said coldly, with a serious expression on his face: "Take him and all the guards of the patrol house back to Basti Prison, deal with the scene, properly arrange the family members of the miners, and then summon them one by one to record all crimes Censorship, give them justice!"

"Yes!"

Everyone in the Gray Temple responded in unison, took out ropes and tied Woodrow up directly, and the soldiers in the Patrol House also had their weapons confiscated, and they huddled together with their heads bowed.

"What an idiot!" Dix also clenched his fists angrily.

"He killed my nephew, and he also killed a lot of people. Didn't your Gray Temple say that no bad guy would be spared? Then arrest him too!" Woodrow was tied up immobile, looking at Mai Greg roared.

"Whether Mr. McGonagall killed your nephew remains to be investigated, but in the face of such a vicious villain, if he really died at the hands of Mr. McGonagall, then he is a brave hero who fights against violence, and he deserves awards and applause. It's like sending you to prison." Bradley looked at Woodrow and said seriously.

"Mr. McGonagall, why are you here?" Dix said unexpectedly when he noticed Mag.

"Master Dix, I didn't expect to meet again so soon." Mag was also surprised, and said helplessly: "I brought Amy to invite her companions to the party, but just happened to meet bullies bullying them and trying to Occupy the little girl, and then there will be this matter."

"For this incident, the City Lord's Mansion expresses its regret, and thanks Mr. McGonagall for protecting the safety of civilians and uncovering this darkness. We will definitely investigate to the end and not let any bad guy go." Dix looked at McGonagall. Ge solemnly said.

"I hope so. The City Lord's Mansion should reflect on it. If the law is handed over to an individual, his existence will be meaningless." Mag looked into Dix's eyes and said equally seriously.

"I will convey this to the Santo." Dix nodded.

"How is it possible that he is not just a restaurant owner?" Woodrow collapsed in the hands of two Gray Temple guards, and was kicked directly.

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