Although the disc was small, it had a gentle feeling when it fell in his hand.
He aimed the disc at Carl, and a ray of light shone out.
Then, the light became bright, covering Carl's whole body.
At that moment, Carl felt that his whole body was enveloped by a gentle and domineering aura.
The mildness is the mildness of the Light, even his withered body seemed to have recovered a lot and had some strength.
The overwhelming thing was that any power other than him was excluded outside.
Carl was shocked. Just now, although he accepted the memory, this was the first time he'd faced this extraordinary power.
This kind of power even made his heart stir, wanting to get it.
"Carl Sauron, do you have any connections with this witch?"
At that time, the presiding judge started the interrogation with the help of the power of the disc.
"No!"
Carl replied nervously. The power was incredible.
The feeling it gave him was so shocking!
Previously, he just thought it was a religious force.
He had a negative attitude towards the fragmented memories in his mind.
But it was obvious that this was a supernatural force.
He was nervous!
He was not a believer in the Light.
If the Judgment of Light could really judge his inner thoughts, he'd have no way out.
He could only bet that the so-called Judgment of Light can make judgment by virtue of the so-called wizard's trace.
But it was still fraught with danger, and there are just too many loopholes.
"I am a believer of the Light, and I am the patron of the God of Light!"
"The God of Light! I am your most faithful believer!"
"The God of Light! Please have mercy on your faithful servant, and let your servant end the doubts suffered by him under the Light."
Carl closed his eyes, using the last ounce of strength in his body,
screaming vigorously!
In his heart, a voice constantly lingers.
"I am a believer of the God of Light! The most faithful believer!"
He tried to forget all his original identities - time traveler, rebirther - forget them all!
At that moment, he was just a believer of the Light!
The brilliance on the disc remains the same and shows no obvious change.
This means that Carl is not lying, and from the reaction on the disc, Carl does not have any trace of the witch.
He had been recognized by the Judgment of Light.
Even the Light representing judgment has become extremely soft.
Traces of strength enter Carl's body, nourishing his dry body.
Everyone was in uproar.
Carl, turns out to be a believer of the God of Light?
Even the presiding judge was shocked.
He was extremely certain in his heart that Carl couldn't be a believer of the God of Light.
However, the Judgment of Light acknowledged this result.
It recognized Carl's statement.
Unbelievable! He looked at Carl seriously for the first time.
At that moment, he himself could no longer continue the trial.
He even doubted what was wrong with his own judgment.
When they entered Yorick, they had conducted a thorough investigation and found that the royal family of Yorick had in-depth collaboration with the wizards.
Or, to a certain extent, they were believers of the wizards.
They had never heard that in the era of wizarding, there was the soil of the God of Light.
He fell into silence, because he couldn't refute it.
Any of his exceptions would be a departure from the teachings of the God of Light.
Everyone knows that Judgment of Light was the most fair judgment in the Church of Light!
He even subconsciously began to wonder if there was a problem with the disc in his hand.
When the prince was arrested yesterday, he was at the scene in person, and found the witch in Carl's room.
"Then who do you think is the witch's protector!? Or, is implicated with the witch?"
The presiding judge suddenly asked.
"I don't know, and I don't need to know. That is your business. You can't frame a devout believer of the God of Light!"
Carl's eyes flashed with enthusiasm. At this moment, he had completely substituted himself into a believer of the God of Light.
He had completely hypnotized himself.
At that moment, even in his own heart, he thought so.
"If I'm dead and notorious, you should know who the biggest beneficiary is."
Carl sneered.
After Carl's death, the only heir to Yorick Kingdom - the second prince, John Sauron!
Carl knew, and the presiding judge knew even more!
However, none of them would say it.
The trial couldn't go on, but if the rupture between Carl and John Sauron was placed on the table,
in the eyes of all the people of the royal Pompeii City, it would inevitably lead to the fall of the prestige of the royal family.
Although not as good as before, it was also a second-best choice.
But Carl didn't say it.
His identity came from the royal family!
It was this identity that restricted him, but at the same time, that would also bring him some convenience.
For example, the royal emblem on the water bag.
King Stephen has been keeping it a secret until now, not saying a word.
Not saying a word, meant there was still a chance of saying something.
It was impossible for him to push this potential force against his own at this time.
The king did not speak because he had no way to testify for him before.
But now that he had proven himself innocent, the royal family had a chance to speak.
The king hadn't made a statement, because maybe he was waiting for an opportunity?
Now, what he and the presiding judge were competing against was who couldn't resist first.
It was all about patience!
...
The time was tormenting for Carl.
Although the Judgment of Light had given him a certain amount of nourishment, the foundation of his body was too poor at the moment.
Every second felt like a year.
But things for the presiding judge were very complicated now.
He thought Carl was a piece of meat on the cutting board and could be slaughtered at will, and today's rite would be merely a process.
However, Carl turned it around abruptly!
...
Right now.
The ground began to vibrate.
At the end of the execution ground, there was the sound of hooves.
The crowd of onlookers parted to show the way.
The King.
It was the King's guard!
Everyone knew that this was the most elite in Yorick Kingdom.
What were they here for?
Each of them rode a horse, armed to the teeth.
Everyone was dressed in silver-white armor, shining under the sun.
Even the horses were all excellent warhorses, wearing armors with the same material as the knights.
After their arrival, the high temperature in the entire square seemed to drop a little.
These people were all elites who have suffered on the battlefield among the countless dead.
Their combativeness was invisible, but also seems to be condensed into substance and exist everywhere.
Even the presiding judge became grave after seeing the King's Guards.
After Carl saw the King's Guards, a ray of surprise suddenly appeared in his dry pupils.
He seemed to have made the right bet.