Chapter 400: He is a hero (second!)

Looking at the token in Bradley's hand, Woodrow's face was white and squatting back two steps, with a fearful color in his eyes.
The guards of the public also stopped at once, watching Bradley and the token in his hand, with awe in his eyes.
Seven level magicians, this strength is enough to easily destroy all of them here.
What makes them even more afraid is the token in his hand and the four-level event he said. The fourth-level event is already a high-level event in the event level of the Grey Temple. Once it is qualitative, even the city government can not intervene casually, let alone Patrol the palace.
They have lost their qualifications to participate, and all they can do is wait for the trial.
The miners’ families looked at Brandley and their eyes were full of hope.
McGonagall looked at Bradley, and his face showed a smile, and he didn't bother him.
"Master Bradley, you can't do this. This is not in line with the regulations. You are in the rank of violation of the ruling!" Woodrow screamed unwillingly. Once this event was designated as a four-level event by the Grey Temple, it would definitely After being thoroughly investigated, he will not have a chance to turn over at all.
"Woodo, please don't dictate the case of the Grey Temple. How to determine the level of the event is determined according to the rules of the Grey Temple. Now, please ask the guards of the House to retreat, and because you may be involved in the fourth-level event, so You limit the behavior and activity area, please stand in the field to investigate." Bradley looked at Woodrow with a serious look, the two gray temple patrols stepped forward, one left and one right standing in Woodrow's Beside me.
"I am an official of the city government. I am a patrolman. You have no right to limit my freedom. I am going to the city government! I am going to see the city master!" Woodrow turned and wanted to go.
"Please cooperate with the investigation, otherwise we will take enforcement measures against you according to the regulations." The two inspections' hands were pressed on his shoulders and looked serious.
"You are a fall! I am not convinced! I am going to see the city! I want to..." Woodrow struggled and wanted to break free from the hands of the two patrols.
"You don't have to go to the city's main government. The landlord has an order. The matter is handed over to the Grey Temple for investigation. The patrol is under investigation and investigation. The family members of the miners must not be slow and appease!" The hooves sounded with a majestic voice, and Dix rode in from the crowd and looked at Woodrow Road in a high and low voice: "Woodrow, the city owner is very disappointed with you."
Woodrow heard this and sat down on the ground directly. The cold sweat ran down his cheeks, his lips groaning and shook his head. "Not like this, Dix adults, this is not the case, you help me and The master of the city said that I am his most loyal dog, and I am only loyal to him..."
"The urban master never has a dog." Dix directly interrupted his words, turned over and looked at Brandley: "Brandley, I came from the order of the city owner to help the Grey Temple to handle the case."
"Well, thank the city owner for understanding." Brandley nodded and glanced at Woodrow, who was sitting on the ground, and turned to the miners’ family and said: "The Grey Temple handles the case and is absolutely impartial. Now we have to ask you. The transcript, every sentence you say will become a testimony, so you must be responsible for what you said. We will never marry any good person, and never let go of a bad person, please believe us."
The miners’ families looked at Bradley and hesitated on his face.
"I am Ebenezer, I am 13 years old. Four years ago, my father and mother died in mine accidents, leaving me and my two-year-old sister..." The boy first stood up and looked at Bran. Deli said.
The scene was very quiet. Only the juvenile voice was a little tender, and was interrupted by sobbing several times.
The expression on the faces of the people began to become angry. When the eyes of the teenager were full of pity, and the eyes fell on those who stood behind him, there was a trace of intolerance and fear.
"I think she is still looking at me, let me take her to catch butterflies..." The teenager looked up and looked at a small butterfly flying over his head, hesitating and extending his hand.
The butterfly flew around him for a few laps, stopped at his fingertips for a while, then fluttered away, flew toward the sky, flew all the way, and flew...
"Children, rest assured, your sister will not die in vain." Bradley clenched his fists, tried to calm his voice, and nodded slightly: "Next."
"I am Harold, sixty-five years old, my son four years ago..." An old man came out and began to tell his story.
One story that makes people lament and anger say from their mouths, it is like a heavy punch on the hearts of everyone, making people block out.
"They are lying! They are..." Woodrow's face was getting paler and he struggled to get up.
"Shut up!" Brandley sighed coldly and looked serious. "Take him and all the guards on the tour to the Basti prison, handle the scene, properly arrange the miners' families, and then summon them one by one to record all crimes. Review, they are also fair!"
"Yes!"
The Grey Temple all answered in unison, and the ropes were tied directly to Woodrow, and the soldiers who had been inspected by the government were also confiscated, and their heads were shattered into piles.
"Just confusing!" Dix also clenched his fist in anger.
"He killed my nephew, he also killed a lot of people, your Grey Temple is not saying that you will not let go of any bad guys? Then he will also grab me!" Woodrow was tied and could not move, looked at Mai Ge Daodao.
"Mr. McGonagall has killed your nephew yet to be investigated, but in the face of such a wicked wicked person, if he is really in the hands of Mr. McGonagall, then he is a hero who is brave and arrogant, and he deserves praise and applause. It’s like sending you to jail.
Bradley looked at Woodrow seriously.
"Mr. McGon, how are you here?" Dix noticed McGonagall, unexpectedly.
"Dicks, I didn't expect to meet again so soon." McGonagall was a little surprised, a little helpless: "I was originally invited to bring her friends to the party with Amy, just met the bully to bully them, and tried Occupy the little girl, then there is this thing now."
"For this matter, the city government said that it is very regrettable, and thanked Mr. McGonagall for protecting the safety of civilians, and unveiled this darkness. We will definitely investigate the whole thing and not let go of any bad person." Dix looks at Mai Zheng Zhengdao.
"I hope so, the city government should reflect on it, if the law is handed over to the individual, then his existence will be meaningless." McGonagall looked at Dix's eyes and was equally serious.
"I will pass this sentence to the city owner." Dix nodded.
"This...how is it possible... isn't he just the owner of a restaurant?" Woodrow was soft in the hands of the guards of the two gray temples and then carried away directly.