我在無限遊戲裡封神 (Eng)

139. The Witch's Trials

Chapter 527

"Looks like this is it." Bai Liu smiled and turned his head to show everyone a dense page of paper letters, "Our next course of action."

Mu Sicheng immediately swooped in: "Where is the next trial?"

"Trial Court 2." Bai Liu's fingertips trace down the timetable as he sees the details of the trial, his eyes turning dark, "The trial is against a hotel proprietress, aged 41, accused by her guest of sneaking into his room to bathe and deliberately tempting him into depravity."

"Fuck!" Mu Sicheng's fists hardened, "This is exactly like the Quan Baola trial!"

"No, it's not exactly the same." Bai Liu nodded his correspondence, "This is the forty-second time this lady boss has been tried, and she has not pleaded guilty in any of her previous trials."

"She had already been tortured, or identified, by water baptism, fire, and bone identification, but she bit the bullet and did not confess, and she survived the torture without dying, so the tribunal could not declare her a witch, and she was acquitted."

"This is the forty-third witch trial this guest has brought up against her, and this one calls for the use of fire to identify whether she is a witch or not."

Mu Sicheng was dumbfounded: "Forty, forty-three trials? What's wrong with this man? Why doesn't he go and die?!"

"Her body can no longer withstand this torture." Muke's tone was strained, "If we don't succeed in robbing the court, she'll be burned to death in the courtroom."

Trial Court 2.

The boss had been tied to a pillar in the shelter directly below the courtroom for three nights, a process known as sedation, during which she was not allowed to eat or drink any water, the purpose of which the Holy See said was to remove the impurities from her body - a more plausible explanation, of course, being to prevent her from having the strength to struggle in court. to struggle.

There has been no shortage of witches who have defected after killing the trial judge in a straightforward outburst in court before.

She gazed vacantly at the glazed painting directly above the shelter, showing an image of a god with a baby in his arms, smiling in loving compassion, just as they had heard every day - [God loves the world, the Holy See is great].

God will have mercy on every good person, and God will watch over every good person - except the witch.

Immediately after dawn, she would be dragged up to the court of judgement with a stand of firewood at her feet that was said to be lit only when the witches were burned - but she knew from her last experience of being set on fire that it seemed to burn without the witches.

"Number one pending trial of the witch." A man in the escort pushed through the gloomy shelter and he looked at her tied to a post in disgust, "Get ready for court."

She was tied to a post and resisted to the courtroom, her head hanging morosely, having lost the strength to even look up.

"Silence! Silence!" The bishop above, who was acting as judge, hammered his gavel twice with cold hardness, "The court is solemn, please keep silence!" The courtroom gradually fell silent.

"Raise your head and look the judge squarely in the eye." The bishop said coldly, "Defendant."

She couldn't really lift it up, but well, this seemed to be a common enough situation for them to give her a long stick under her chin and stiffly lift her chin up to look squarely at the Bishop.

The Bishop withdrew his eyes in satisfaction, "The trial begins."

She slowly rolled her eyes and looked around the courtroom of the trial.