Intergalactic Era of Gossip

"Perfect wording." The chief's voice sounded in the court: "That's really not the reason for the conviction."

Naryn cast his eyes down at the floor under his feet, his eyelashes covering the light of success in his eyes: Yes, this unwarranted disaster should be over long ago. He was innocent. So far, he hadn't touched the side of the scepter. He just touched the belly of a few gold-eating bugs.

"...But it's not a basis for exoneration."

Naryn looked up sharply. What's the meaning?

The old man looked directly at Narren, and the words he exported were very important.

He pointed out Naren’s flaws precisely: “From beginning to end, you have been denying crimes in defense, but you never talked about where you were and what you were doing when these crimes occurred.”

Naryn's pupils shrank, and soon noticed that something was wrong.

When a person is told "he did something at a certain time" for no reason, his first reaction should be to recall "what he was really doing at that time" instead of "what you said did not Empirical, is false" to refute.

The old man added: "Even if all your arguments are true, everything is a coincidence, and even this trial is innocently involved..." He made a comprehensive summary of Naron's previous arguments, saying: " But there are some things that cannot be avoided."

Naryn squeezed lips that were a little dry because of the talk, and realized the fact that the chief's attitude had never wavered, and he remained awake amidst his seemingly reasonable arguments.

Naryn is very aware of his weaknesses, but at this moment, what he has been "avoiding" is being asked to make it public.

How can this be?

He was in Sells' bed on the day the scepter was stolen.

The figure on Langton Street is indeed him.

Even talked with Lan Chong secretly that time because he was suspicious to the "famous Chongxing".

...

These are loopholes that need to be filled with lies.

The chief said: "The argument of tongues can't prove anything, and the trial still needs to be discussed."

As he spoke, he took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses from his pocket, and began to flip through a document in his hand.

"On the day of the princess dinner, when you were walking in the courtyard, you ran into Mr. Bonnard's tryst with his lover, but Mr. Bonnard denied this."

This is Naryn's confession in the first wave of cross-examination.

The chief said: "Perhaps you should talk to him first."

Narendra said: "A man with a special reputation, framing him is better than framing other notorious people."

The chief nodded-indeed, Bonnard's denial was full of flaws, but: "He claimed that you pulled him out to cover up your scandal."

Naryn squinted, as if thinking deeply.

As he spoke, Bonnard was taken into the trial court with a dark face, and when the corner of his eyes passed Naren, a dark fire faintly burst out.

Prior to this, he had tried to maintain the reputation of loving his wife, who was a beautiful and obedient woman with a strong family background. He did not want to have any discomfort with each other. But now... the moment he was called into court, he couldn't even look at his wife's shocked and injured face.

"I witnessed the picture of the prince leaving from a certain room."

Bonnard's tone was cold.

"At that time, I just wanted to go to the lounge for a short nap. When I saw him, I turned to the courtyard. I met a certain lady who accidentally sprained her foot. She was kindly helped to sit down on the bench. Misunderstood."

He turned his head to look at Naryn, and said word by word: "His Royal Highness should go to the back door of the house? But the courtyard is located in the opposite direction. Did you change your direction halfway?"

From hearing the first sentence, Narren's heart hung up, and when he heard Bonnard's questioning, he calmed down.

The two looked at each other a short distance away, and both saw their own shadows on each other-with secrets desperately covering up.

Naryn suddenly regretted mentioning this incident.

He didn't expect to be bumped into when he slipped out of the room, and that person happened to be Bonnard. If the other party looks into the room out of curiosity, he can see a certain marshal who is undressed and fell asleep.

But... Naron looked at Bonnard secretly, guessing that he might not have done so.

Bonnard was probably planning to find a room with his lover, but accidentally ran into Naryn, so he changed his way to a remote courtyard.

The young judge frowned upon hearing this: "Who else was in the room at that time?"

There was a commotion in the trial court, and someone in the gallery screamed.

"It's the marshal!"

Naren's face stiffened: "..."

What the **** did they know? !

"Ah, it's really the marshal!"

Naryn: "..."

He turned and looked at the gallery behind him, trying to see who had told the truth, but found that most of the people's eyes were all looking in the same direction.

Sells did not know when he had arrived at the trial seat, and found a remote corner to sit in and listen.

Naryn: "..."

"Audience Discipline" is faintly unable to suppress the excited crowd.

Sells glanced at them lightly and made a "hush" gesture.

The well-behaved people immediately sat upright, and the court was silent, more decisive than the judge's gavel—except for Princess Salsa. She lifted the hem of her skirt and sat beside Sells in small steps.

Sells: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Although separated by a certain distance, Naryn caught the gloomy **** from Sells's unchanged face.

After Naryn adjusted his expression, he looked back at the judges on the bench.

"I'm drunk." He quickly thought about it and said: "After being drunk, I felt unwell, so I went to the room to rest for a while, but in an unfamiliar environment, it was difficult for me to really get a rest. I thought about it and went to the courtyard. After a while the wind."

"Then I ran into an affair with someone else?" Bonnard said in a cool tone, "When it comes to affair, I think His Royal Highness is more suitable, because you were in a rush of clothes and clothes. It's hard not to think too much."

Naryn sneered: "It's not surprising that you take off your jacket during a break. On the contrary, it is more suspicious that a married person is entangled with a single lady."

Bonnard: "You..."

The chief stopped the two people's mutual conflict.

One of the two said that they saw each other in private meetings, and the other said that they were suspicious of the square trace, and there was always someone lying. But today's point is not to argue about this, but to pry open Naren Charvey's mouth.

He asked: "On Langton Street, the gold eater was rescued, where were you at that time?"

The gray-green eyes flickered for a moment, and the peripheral light unconsciously aimed at where Sells was.

Naryn told the truth: "I'm also on Langton Street."

The people in the gallery began to talk in whispers. But the judges had no intention of paying attention to it.

One of them asked: "So you are the person in the photo?"

Naryn glanced at him: "Of course not."

The judge was choked and said dissatisfied: "But you admit that you are on Langton Street!"

Naron nodded: "Yes. I made an appointment that day and stayed with him the whole time. Although I am on Langton Street, it does not mean that I am a bug-robber...I can never do two things at the same time. "

The face of the young judge showed an indifferent expression of "Oh, another coincidence."

Even the audience who had been photographed by Naren's aura at the beginning of the game, who faintly felt that he would not be a suspect, began to shake.

Could there be so many coincidences in the world? Too many coincidences become inevitable.

If Prince Charles happened to be involved in the same thing many times, it would be difficult to believe that he was innocent even if he had not treasoned.

The chief squinted and asked, "Who is he?"

Naryn turned around, quickly aimed at someone with green eyes, and called out his name.

"Sels Monte."

As soon as the name was spit out, the attention of the audience shifted to the name himself——

The named marshal showed a gentle smile and nodded towards the trial seat.

"Well, I can testify."

Everyone: "..."

Naryn nodded in satisfaction, and his thoughts became extremely clear in an instant. He said that he went to the mall to spend once, and the meeting place should also have consumption records. These things can be used as evidence...

"Consumption?" A judge was curious, "What did you consume?"

Naron said, "Oh, a men's watch."

Not far away, Sells rolled up his cuffs cooperatively, revealing the metal watch on his wrist.

Everyone: "..."

Is it a political enemy to say that it has always been a disagreement?

Is this the relationship between political enemies?

Naryn turned his back to the auditorium at the time and did not notice his movements. He only heard a buzzing sound from the back. He turned his head and met the gaze that Sells was shooting at him. The marshal was sitting upright, with his left hand resting leisurely. On the right wrist.

The discussion in the gallery suddenly stopped when he turned his head.

——It does not seem to be abnormal.

Naryn: "???"

He turned his head, suppressed the suspicion in his heart, and planned to continue to prove his innocence.

The chief stopped him from talking, and wrote a few pens in the notebook, apparently intending to put him on the list of pending investigations.

"On the day of the Hunting Festival, you were found to have been talking secretly with Lan Chong near Yueya Lake for a long time." The chief continued to ask: "There are few people here. How did you get there?"

Crescent Lake?

Some of the people in the auditorium fell into a brief period of confusion, and reacted after a while, and they were all excited!

Top attractions in the country! The legendary mysterious realm?

Who would pick such a sacred lover to discuss treason? !

That would be inconsistent with the style of painting! ! !

There are countless Crescent Lake in the hearts of countless people. But undoubtedly, it is mysterious and elegant, it is sentiment, with beautiful meaning and moving scenery.

The people who eat melons really can't imagine that in such a legendary scenic spot, there will be people who will discuss important matters in a scenic manner.

Shouldn't it be this way and then that way?

Naryn frowned: "Someone took me over."

The light from the corner of his eye once again drifted to where Sayles was behind him.

The chief asked: "Who?"

——So, Sells Monte’s name popped out of the prince’s mouth again.

Everyone: "..."