I led the Goblin Culture to victory.

Chapter 257 Indictment

Soon, more than fifty people stood on both sides of the platform.

The people had already crowded both sides of the platform, and even the steps were almost full of people standing on them.

And many people were still walking towards this side from below the stage.

Zi Yi looked around.

There wasn't enough room to stand on either side of the platform!

Tsk.

He then realized that what he had done did not match what his teacher had said.

My late teacher said that there were too many people being bullied by the tax officials, and suggested that he try the steward, the tax officials, and Gamour separately.

It wasn't said at the time that it had to be done this way.

He was so nervous when he gave the orders to his people that he didn't think of it.

There are so many people!

Zi Yi never expected this.

Li Mosi was also surprised.

When organizing the plan, he considered the local people's acceptance level. Although he wanted to conduct a public trial like the great movement that took place decades before his time travel, he had to give up in the end.

The local people's thinking hasn't reached that point yet.

After filtering out all other ideas, he retained only the idea of ​​"judging injustice".

It's fair to say the version is a bit outdated, but making the people realize that "lords can also be judged" is still a huge step forward.

Ultimately, he planned this trial based on the original owner's memories and his own understanding of the Middle Ages.

But no matter what, this is ultimately the jurisdiction of the judges.

In the original owner's memory, not many people would be willing to stand up for something like this.

The first thing they said was the same old thing that people in close-knit communities often say.

Afraid of losing face.

The hundreds of people in the manor knew that what happened inside was inevitable, but the extent to which it spread was already enough to make them lose face.

Even high-ranking craftsmen would try to spread such things as little as possible.

Secondly, the people have been more domesticated.

In their minds, the "administrators" would compensate them for things that harmed the people, but this was also a favor.

"Managers" do not make mistakes, and they are even less likely to be judged.

They don't even have this concept.

Even though Li Moss and his group are different from the Baron Taliss family, they are still "managers".

This thing is less about a difference in status and more about a distinction between different races.

Take the classic story of "The Sheep and the Shepherd" as an example.

After losing a lamb, a ewe will become restless, search for the lamb, and may even reduce her appetite or become extremely aggressive.

At this point, the shepherd will find another lamb for the ewe to raise, or reduce the food supply or even cut off the water to calm the ewe down again.

Anyway, I've never heard of anyone roasting a whole lamb and then roasting themselves to feed to the ewe.

In particular, only nobles could afford to eat lamb.

The common people could only watch from the sidelines at the grand banquets.

Now, what he needs to do is make the people realize that they are different from sheep.

People have the right to judge those in positions of power.

Even if the Talis family of shepherds has run away, there's still the steward as their assistant and the tax collector as their sheepdog.

Even so, for the people, it was no less difficult than asking Farol and his people to fetch water from the river outside the northern stone wall.

Neither the stone wall to the north nor the woodland between the estates is an insurmountable obstacle.

But the shackles in the hearts of the people prevented them from taking a single step beyond that.

Li Moss looked at the procession of people leading the people to the south.

In this short period of time, more than a dozen people walked to the edge of the platform.

According to the map of [Leshan Water], there are still more than thirty people who have just set off.

How much hatred must there be?

Li Mosi knew from the original owner's memories that the tax officials overcharged taxes and the butler was cold and ruthless.

But these things, whether for him or for the original owner of the body, are more like a label.

Aside from the fines he received after the beast tide led to bankruptcy, he had no further knowledge.

Moreover, that wave of fines was actually imposed by Baron Talis.

At this point, the number of people who stepped forward was almost equal to the total population of an entire estate.

He felt that something even more explosive was about to happen.

Seeing that even more people were moving forward, Zi Yi subconsciously looked to the east.

He wanted to see Li Mosi.

But all I saw were the faces of the people who belonged to the people.

Among these leaders, some leaned forward nervously, some closed their eyes and lowered their heads as if encouraging each other, and some looked at the other leaders below the stage.

Only Zwan looked at him expectantly.

Zi Yi looked to the west side again.

He was trapped between two walls of flesh.

This made Zi Yi feel somewhat uncomfortable.

He then looked at the people below the stage.

Many residents remain hesitant.

They spoke softly to each other, but when they gathered together, Zi Yi could hardly hear anything more.

He stretched out his spear and tapped Gaimour, who was closest to him.

clap clap!

"Hmm!"

With two light tugs of the spear, Gaimour let out a shout.

The people heard the sound and all looked over.

Centered on the high platform, the previously noisy people gradually quieted down.

Zi Yi swept his spear across the people on both sides, recalling the arrangements Li Mosi had made earlier.

"First try Gaimur, then try Bazk, and finally try Bokla."

He opened his mouth and shouted.

"Don't crowd together! Let's start with Gaymuller! Has anyone witnessed his crimes? Has anyone been harmed by him?"

After speaking, he turned to look at his clansmen waiting for orders to the north of the high platform.

"Tell the others to retreat downstairs and wait."

"yes!"

"OK!"

A dozen or so clansmen quickly went up on the stage, took long spears, and went to the east and west sides to maintain order.

The people were quickly organized into long lines on both sides of the high steps, leaving a passageway in the middle.

Seeing that the human wall had been separated, Zi Yi nodded.

He shouted again.

"Who has been hurt by Gaimour? Who has witnessed his crimes?"

"Hmm!"

Gaimour was already sweating profusely.

Why start with me?

I've only just become a sheriff!

Why can't we start with the butler and that bastard Bazz?!

He wanted to explain himself.

But Li Mosi never intended to give them a chance to explain themselves.

This isn't about turning a tainted witness against someone before time travel.

While turning a public trial into a dogfight might be entertaining, it significantly diminishes its meaning.

Following his words, Zwan, who was still at the front of the line after the reorganization, stepped forward.

Zi Yi looked behind him from his side and found that several other people had also broken away from the lines on both sides.

He then looked to the west.

The first person to step forward from the west side was a young man dressed as a craftsman. Zi Yi could smell the aroma of bread coming from him. There were several other people behind him.

Soon, new human walls formed on both the east and west sides.

Zi Yi felt that she had just waited in line for nothing.

He thought this was just a newly appointed manager, and that there was nothing complicated about him except for his grudge with Zwan.

So many people have stood up as a result.

What's going on here in the human territory...?

Seeing that there was no other noise except for footsteps, he casually pointed to Ziwang, with whom he had spent some time.

"You go first."

"Yes, sir."

The people saw Ziwan close his eyes and take a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that his eyes were wide open, and he looked more like a tiger or leopard than a human.

He pointed at Gaimour.

"I accuse Gaymuller of killing my family!"

wow——

The people saw the anger in his wide eyes, which seemed genuine, and they immediately erupted in uproar.

"who is he?"

"That's Zwan!"

"Zwan is back?!"

"Didn't they say he was dead?"

What happened to his family?

"The tinsmith is dead?"

There are many craftsmen in the territory, but only one tinsmith.

A single tinsmith serving both nobles and priests speaks volumes about his high status.

Gaimour even dared to kill a tinsmith!

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