Chapter 422.
Chapter 422 The Trial
On a day in late October 1994 of the Holy Calendar, the expectant cold wind had filled the Northwest Bay.
In an open area next to the village of Totor, a thinly dressed cattle herder was carefully tending to a few cows.
Not far away, an old cow wagged her tail and, with a clatter, a large pile of greenish-brown cow dung fell to the ground, resembling a bubbling haystack.
The cowherd wore a happy expression, he did not hesitate to run over, put his bare feet into the pile of manure, and at once he felt that the whole world was warmed up.
Just as he was immersed in enjoying this unattainable happiness, the sound of rapid hoofbeats rang out from the road in the distance, accompanied by flying dust, a group of knights galloped towards Totor village.
Dressing up so smartly, they should be from the city, are they Master Fubinen’s friends in Port Fulan.
The cowherd was speculating when the knights approached, they stopped and stopped for a long time, seemingly discussing something.
Suddenly one of them came at himself, startling the cattle herder, he hadn’t provoked them.
He froze in place, not knowing how to react.
“Hey, that one.” The knight who came over bellowed.
“Me? Are you calling for me? My lord.” The cattleman pointed to his nose.
The knight in black snorted, “Nonsense, if I’m not calling you are I calling those cows? Well, I ……”
That’s when he noticed the cattleman’s way of “keeping warm”.
Heavenly Father in heaven, what on earth is this hick doing?
Fighting back the discomfort in his heart, he frowned and asked, “Who are you here?”
The cowherd shivered, half from the cold and half from fear.
“I’m a farmer who lives here.”
“Do you own this cow?”
“No, it is the property of Lord Furbinn.”
“Humph! How presumptuous of a mere squire without a title to call himself a lord; is that fellow in the village?”
It looks like he came to seek the bad luck of Master Fubin’en, the cattle herder already saw that the visitor was not good, it is better for him to be less involved in the affairs of the big people.
“He should be in his house right now.”
The cattle herder pointed remotely towards the mansion that was situated in the very center of Totor Village.
The black rider twisted his horse’s head and returned to his group.
“Lord Hayden, the one called Fubinne should be in his own home, let’s charge in and arrest him now.”
“There’s no rush!” The head of the Public Safety Department who personally led the team to Totor twirled his octogenarian beard.
“Wait for the people behind us to arrive before we make our move, and make sure to make enough noise to show people the thunderous wrath of Lord Gleeman.”
As soon as Ruth Hayden’s words fell, a procession curled up from afar, the members inside were all dressed in uniform black uniforms, this was the police force attributed to the Ministry of Public Security, and they trotted along, panting for breath.
Seeing the arrival of his team, Ruth Hayden turned to a man next to him and said, “Ensign Makarov, watch this, and we’ll give our brothers in the army a piece of our mind later.”
Makarov didn’t say anything, just silently gave him a military salute.
The story about the village of Totor had reached the army at Paul’s behest, and for a while the crowd was furious, and for the lower ranked officers and soldiers, they seemed to see a possible tragic future for themselves and their own families – if the people who had committed such a crime went unpunished.
Luckily for them, however, their commander-in-chief was Paul Greiman, and the Lord Earl had assured them that the matter would be dealt with seriously. Officers and soldiers have petitioned to participate in the arrest of Fubinen, but the Lord Count has not granted their request, and has only allowed the army to send a few representatives to observe Fubinen’s trial live, Makarov, already a platoon commander, being one of them.
The villagers of Totor village on this day saw a scene that they dared not dream of.
Only to see a large number of people dressed in uniform black clothes surrounded inside and outside the house of Lord Fubinen.
“You guys have big guts, know that this place is …… ouch!”
The servants and guards inside tried to come out to stop them, and then were immediately held down on the ground and tied up in a five-fold control.
The black-clothed people lit up brightly shining swords and knives, and there was a situation where they would see blood at the drop of a hat. At the gate, Ruth Hayden rode on a high horse, to the villagers who boldly surrounded in the distance, said: “all law-abiding villagers, I am the Lord Paul Gleeman Earl of the public security department of the head of the Ruth Hayden, not here for other things, is to administer justice, rich Binn encroachment of the fallen soldiers pension field thing, Gleeman Lord has been investigated clearly, today I and the Lord’s court sent to the court of the Lord’s court of the Lord’s court of the Lord’s Court of Justice. Today I and the judges sent by the Lords’ Court will hold a public assembly here to try this sinner.”
Hearing these words from Hayden, the villagers on the sidelines were dumbfounded.
What? The lord is going to give justice to us mudbloods?
Soon there were several ragged men and women who ran out, rushed to Hayden and knelt down in front of him, tearfully shouting, “Long live Lord Gleeman!”
Makarov, who was at the side, immediately dismounted from his horse, helped them up and comforted them.
Ruth Hayden looked at them and thought to himself: it looks like these people are the victims of this event.
Just as Hayden shouted to the onlookers, there was a good deal of cockfighting in the Fulbright mansion, and people were constantly being escorted out with their hands tied.
The last to be escorted out was the culprit in this incident, Fubinne himself, who was carried out, the lord now in a state of rotten drunkenness, not yet able to understand what had happened.
“Ha ha! Is this some newly choreographed play? So many people …… burp …… vomit!”
Hayden dismounted, pinched his nose and came to him, grabbing the other by the collar, “Fubinne, you’re in trouble!”
“It’s happened? What’s happened?”
The bewildered landlord was apparently unaware that he was about to be in big trouble.
“Hmph!” Hayden tossed him aside in disgust and gave the order, “Gather the entire village, the public trial will begin immediately.”
And so on the village threshing floor, a trial of a different kind began.
The judge, who came with the police party, first enumerated several major sins of Fubinen in the incident of encroaching on the pension field, including the abuse of his status as a tax-charterer, abusive usury, and bullying of the martyred family.
The judge then loudly announced that everyone present should join in denouncing Fubin’s sins.
Out of the crowd rushed a man, dressed in a patched priest’s cassock, none other than Father Hirsch, the country priest whom Paul had met that day again at Port Fullan.
He was trembling with excitement when he realized that he was going to try Fabienne, and that Count Greiman had not disappointed him, and that he would finally be able to bring down that bully. When he saw that no one in the crowd responded to the judge’s words, he became angry and stepped forward.
“Villagers, believe in the lord’s court, ah, everyone who has any grievances should hasten to speak out!”
But still no one dared to come forward, yet a twist happened! The judge announced something, according to the Lord Lord’s order, Fubinen’s fields will be divided among the landless and land less people in the village, and those who can expose Fubinen’s sins will be given more fields, and only then did the whole court boiled over.
The public trial immediately turned into an assembly of grievances, and a pile of long-buried sins came to light.
When they heard that their lands were to be divided up, Fubin’s family members protested loudly, yelling that they wanted to meet with the lord to redress their grievances, but no one paid any attention to them.
Finally, the judge quietly asked Hayden, “What do you think should be the sentence?”
Hayden grunted, “Sentence it as Lord Gleeman says.”
Before he came, Paul explained that if this Fubinen’s offenses were limited to those previously known, he would be left with a dog’s life, but if there was one iota more, death penalty.
But as far as what was gained in the complaint assembly just now, there were several cases that involved human life and were well-documented.
Soon the still-drunken Furbinn lost his life in a confused manner, perhaps coming to his senses the moment the noose was placed around his neck, but it was too late – in fact, it had already been too late.
Along with him were several of Fabian’s lackeys, all of whom had been killed in the past.
Other family members or slaves of Fubin’s, who had violated the law, were punished according to the size of the crime, and the others were all dismissed or turned into ordinary local villagers.
In short, this “brilliant” for many generations of the family completely finished.
The public trial ended in a chorus of praise for the lord.
After Hayden announced the establishment of the Circuit Court, it was time for the long-awaited division of the land, which could not be completed in a day or two, as the town of Lakewood would send a group of capable magistrates here to inventory the property of Fubingen and preside over the distribution.
The news of the destruction of the Fubingen clan also spread with the cold wind to Alda and even other territories.
(End of chapter)