For Gudorohua Charznande Guzman, the experiences these days are like nightmare.

He didn't know which immortal he committed, but what he saw was that he had been regarded as the lowest-level prisoner. From the time his Majesty summoned him to the royal prison, and now he was escorted to the dungeon of the Sect *Cultural *Sect *Subject, it was obvious that his situation was getting worse and worse.

In this process, he told himself again and again that everything will be fine, everything will come out, all nightmares will pass, and justice will surely win.

This is also his highest rule of life for more than 40 years. If even this would deceive him, then death does not seem to be a terrible thing.

But will things really go as he expected? As time goes by, the truth seems to be emerging bit by bit.

As can be seen from his deteriorating life treatment, the situation did not gradually improve as he imagined. On the contrary, everything was getting worse and worse.

This made Charznan very depressed. Could it be that he really ended here?

Is there so many ideals and revenge that I can’t realize in the end?

Father, if you have a spirit in heaven, why don’t you open your eyes and see, are all wrong with what you taught me?

With infinite resentment, Charznan continued his prison life until one day when he heard the jailers talking about the "day of public trial" was coming.

Public trial? Who is public trial?

Could it be that the public trial of himself?

It's ridiculous! I was tried publicly? Aren't they afraid of being exposed?

What are their abilities and evidence to be tried on the public?

Does some people have illnesses, and everyone has illnesses?

Not so, haha.

Charznan thought to himself. Although things were worse than he thought, they were not so bad that they could not be remedied!

This is also the persistence of Charznan, who believed that he was innocent - for the country of Spain. If it was for Britain or the Netherlands, then he was full of evil, but this was exactly what he was most proud of.

"The only result of my public trial is to give me a cleansing, and then take off the masks of those evil people, so that they can't continue to survive in this country!"

He thought so, and with his self-hypnosis day after day, he even had the idea and idea of ​​"I hope that the day of public trial will be soon to restore his innocence as soon as possible."

However, this day really came, and Charznan's heart became nervous again.

That afternoon, the prisoners suddenly delivered much more sumptuous food than usual. Although it was more than a little worse than previous life, it was absolutely unambiguous compared to other times since they were imprisoned.

Could it be that things have turned around? These prisoners turned around and curled up with them? Sharznan thought so.

But then he denied his naive ideas.

First of all, even if you really go out, even if you become the commander-in-chief of the Invincible Armada, these people from the sects and sects do not need to curry favor with them at all. They are completely independent of the world, and even His Majesty the King has no right to completely command them or decide their life and death.

What's more, after putting down the meals given to him, these jailers left without looking back. Before leaving, they seemed to have a cold smile.

It seems...is this a slaughtered meal?

Without trial, how did they know that I would definitely die?

"I have to prove to this world that justice, fairness and justice do exist!" thought Charznan.

That night, Charznan couldn't sleep. Although he kept telling himself that it was okay and no problem, he hesitated again when the matter was about to come.

What if...of course, what should I do if the situation is not so good?

My father’s old friends usually say that they will never leave life and death, but since they were in prison, who has visited me, let alone helped me!

Forget it, let’s walk! I hope Your Majesty will be present during the public trial, so I will at least have someone to talk to and will not be completely unreliable.

The sky became brighter and the groggy Charznan opened his eyes hard and glanced at the bright light outside.

The light was quite blurry, and it could not be said to be completely unseen, but the footsteps were clearly sounded.

The two jailers walked in quickly, partly in a blush of innocence, pulled up Charznan, who was lying on the ground, dragged him out.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" Shahrznan shouted, struggling with all his might, wanting to give himself a relatively free life.

The two jailers stopped and they were silent. Suddenly, one of them pulled Charznan's hair and pulled him from the ground, making him like a struggling prawn with a bulge forward.

The other one silently picked up the shackles and tried to hit his chest and abdomen without saying a word!

Shahrznan wanted to scream in pain, but was hit on his chin by the jailer who was pulling him!

Therefore, he could only make a "Keke" sound, but he couldn't even scream!

Then, the jailer behind him threw down Charznan. The former admiral of the Third Squadron of the Spanish Invincible Fleet immediately fell to the ground, without even the strength to kneel, and then collapsed into a ball!

It's over! Shaerznan seemed to have a glimmer of enlightenment in his heart. This is definitely not a situation where he wants to be good. I am afraid that today there will be many dangers and no luck and no luck will be doomed!

But why? Who wants to harm me? The only competitor, Alfred Jr., doesn't know how to live or die. So who is going to deal with me? She still takes such a ruthless move! Isn't this strange?

The mind was blank, and Charznan was raised again and dragged it forward, leaving behind a looming blood stain, which was shocking.

At this time, the only hope in his heart was that Philip II was also on the scene, because only he understood his loyalty, and only he believed that he had no different heart!

But will things go smoothly? Charznan is asking himself.

And all this came to a conclusion when he was dragged to the judgement hall.

Where is Philip II? Some are just the priests and judges in the Inquisition!

And, little Alfred sitting in the corner of the last!

It's really him! It's really him who made trouble!

Charznan opened his mouth and was pressed against his chest by an indescribable resentment, and finally he couldn't say a word.

"Boom!" Shirznan felt a flash of lightning flashing through his mind. This is not true! This must be not true!

"I am the biological son of De Guzman, the commander-in-chief of the Invincible Armada, and the admiral of the Third Squadron! I have made contributions to the country, I am innocent! I am wronged!" Shahrznan stood in the courtyard and shouted, but was knocked to the ground by a heavy blow behind him!

And this time, almost even his spine was broken.

"You are heretic!" The presiding judge's voice was like a demon from the Nine Nether Hell: "So, we must purify you! Repent!"

"Repent!" the referee spoke in unison.
Chapter completed!