This week's Tarot Club ended with various speculations among the members.
It is a pity that Klein did not choose to announce the mission in the end, but planned to ask Miss Justice privately.
In fact, after this observation, the problem is not that he doesn't trust Mr. Bishop. After all, the Bishop's behavior of selling information about the True God has caused too much shock to the Tarot Society. Now no one thinks that he will be a member of the Orthodox Church.
Possible levels of illegality range from covert organizations to followers of evil gods.
The problem was that Klein couldn't afford to hire a bishop.
Having neither gold pounds nor knowing the true name of the god, he sighed with pressure.
The Fool's style is an obstacle. If he issues tasks, there can be no situation where he cannot afford the reward.
So the vest matter had to be put on the agenda. Klein looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and rubbed his face.
But at least this time he gained a lot.
A few hundred meters away, Yager, who was with him in the Jowood District, also returned to reality, in the bathroom of the Minsk office.
Wearing a pure black coat and a black top hat, he pushed open the carved dark mahogany door of the bathroom and returned to the splendid office hall.
"Assistant Drest, Mr. Lawyer is looking for you." After walking a few steps, Melinda at the reception desk in the lobby on the first floor stopped him from a distance.
Emond was looking for him? But he just came down ten minutes ago.
"I understand, thank you." Yager nodded to her, paused, turned and walked up the spacious marble steps.
The meeting time of the Tarot Club at three o'clock on Monday afternoon was really terrible for someone with a regular job. He had to use the bathroom to find a chance to attend.
However, he didn't leave for long, and Emond didn't necessarily need an assistant by his side to receive clients. It was a bit abnormal to rush to see him.
In fact, Yager's doubts are quite reasonable.
After he knocked on the door of Edmond's office and pushed it open, three figures appeared in the room.
In addition to the lawyer himself, there was an old man in a tuxedo with gray hair plastered close to his scalp, and a middle-aged man in military uniform, sitting on the sofa opposite the desk.
After the door was pushed open, the two men turned their heads to look at each other with great momentum.
"Come in quickly, Drest," Lawyer Edmond took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat, and said to Yager, "these two are representatives of His Excellency the Duke."
As if he had received an amnesty, he came over, closed the door, took Yager's arm, and led him to the desk.
"This is my assistant, Mr. De Lester. He was there when he received Viscount Clint last Friday."
"Yeah." The old man who looked like a butler opposite responded calmly.
Edmund's cold sweat fell again, and he had to take out his handkerchief and wipe his forehead again: "Do you have any instructions?"
The atmosphere in the room gradually became suffocating.
In the office with a dark red carpet, two strangers had a vague sense of oppression towards the lawyer. They sat on the purple sofa and looked at Emond with a condescending attitude.
"There is such a thing." Under Edmund's nervous gaze, the old housekeeper spoke slowly, "Since everyone is here, I will tell you directly."
"Mr. Duke is very dissatisfied with the unprofessionalism of your law firm."
Edmond's hand on the table shook a few times: "Excuse me...what do you think is wrong?"
The old butler kept an expressionless expression and took out a few pieces of paper from his briefcase: "For example, Mr. Duke did not immediately learn about Viscount Clint's visit to the law firm."
He put his hands on his knees and stared directly at Emond with his light gray eyes: "You know who invested in the law firm, right? Lawyer Emond."
"Of course," Lawyer Edmond replied tremblingly, "But not all news is worth bothering His Excellency, right? I thought..."
"What do you think?" the butler interrupted mercilessly, "Viscount Clint is the Duke's key partner, and he had such a big accident, but you didn't report it to the director?"
"This matter will have a decisive impact on the partnership between Mr. Duke Negan and Viscount Clint. Did you know?"
Three consecutive questions left Edmund speechless.
The butler glanced at Emond, not expecting his reply, but continued the topic directly: "Which of you has touched the box with the severed finger?"
"No." Yager looked at the lawyer who was clenching his handkerchief nervously and answered for him.
"Except for Viscount Clint himself, none of us had direct contact with the severed finger or the wooden box. We only observed it through a tissue."
"Very good." After hearing this, the old housekeeper finally nodded with a hint of satisfaction, "Finally, your office will not disappoint His Excellency the Duke."
He handed several pieces of paper to Edmond.
"What the Duke means is that this case ends here." The butler leaned his shoulders back and sat on the sofa in an arrogant manner.
"If Viscount Clint contacts you or your assistant in any way in the future, you must answer according to the content on the paper."
From Yager's perspective, he could clearly see a few lines of words on the paper.
'There is too much evidence in the case to defend. It is recommended to plead guilty as soon as possible.'
'If you continue to resist, the possible prison term will be increased and a fine will be imposed. Now confess your guilt and the Duke will come forward to save you.'
'Only by confessing will the police return the key to your raw material warehouse. Now they have a clue.'
Looking horizontally and vertically, the paper is filled with two big characters.
Plea guilty.
Yager's eyes narrowed slightly.
It seems that Duke Negan is preparing to take action against Clint.
Does the Duke think he can monopolize the interests of the paper mill? Or is he dissatisfied that one of the MP's seats has been allocated to him?
As for the nonsense on the paper about solid evidence, he didn't believe a word of it.
Clint did not lie about his actions, and indeed he only received severed fingers. Where did he get so much evidence?
It's just the Duke's trick.
"Okay, we will definitely do it." In the bright office, Lawyer Edmond humbly agreed.
"You'd better not have any accidents." The housekeeper snorted coldly and stood up, not even bothering to use superficial honorifics.
The man in military uniform beside him also stood up.
The man in military uniform nodded to the housekeeper, and the two looked at each other.
"Mr. Duke takes this case very seriously. If there are any developments in the future, he must report it as soon as possible."
The old housekeeper turned his eyes back to Edmond, wiped his dust-free hands with a tissue on the table, and threw it casually into the trash can.
"I understand, thank you for your instructions." Edmond quickly opened the door for him.
"Well, farewell." The butler agreed casually.
The door closed under the gaze of Emond and Yager.
Edmund took a deep breath and slumped down on the chair as if he couldn't stand, his chest heaving violently.
"This case ends here, you understand." He raised a hand and signaled to Yager.
"Okay." Yager casually poured a glass of water for Edmund, fearing that the poor lawyer would not be able to breathe and he would be saddled with another murder case.
but.
His eyes drifted secretly to the door.
The man in military uniform just now is among the highest-ranking Beyonders he has seen in Backlund for so long.
It looks like sequence six or so.
Yager equated the Loen royal family, Duke Negan and the supernatural forces.
It seems that his coming to the Minsk office can be regarded as suppressing a certain force.
This chapter has been completed!