Chapter 1592

On the sidelines, Locke erupted in a frenzy of curses. "Three billion? Why don't you just rob us? We absolutely cannot agree to his demands. Judge, demand immediately that he return all the prisoners and compensate our country for its losses."

The presiding judge glanced at Locke and then at Xayne, turning to discuss with the other jurors.

In less than half an hour, they reached a conclusion.

"According to our rules, indeed you can ransom the prisoners of war with money. If you cannot afford three billion, then these prisoners will be left to the disposal of the Northern Plains Army of Drakonia."

In the end, under the pressure brought by Xayne, the presiding judge chose to comply with Xayne's arrangement.

"What's going on? What kind of judge are you? Is there still any justice or law here? How can we possibly compensate three billion?" Locke shouted angrily at the presiding judge.

Pavona was already so impoverished, scraping by with every resource available just to sustain their