A few minutes later, Emond finally came out of his suffocating state. I don’t know how he managed to become a barrister because he was so easily out of balance with stress.
"Have you read the news?" The lawyer, who was still taking a deep breath, couldn't help but ask Yager, who looked quite calm.
"What news?" Yager was stunned.
Emond handed him today's newspaper and looked at the black-haired young man's face in disbelief: "I thought you were there for so long because you were reading the newspaper."
The old lawyer only said half a sentence.
I'm not reading the newspaper, so it's my kidney that has been there for so long...
Unlike the Great Fool, who had the experience of using the bathroom frequently, Yager, who had never been questioned about such an embarrassing topic, did not hear what Elmond meant.
Otherwise, he will be shocked to defend himself.
Yager is currently focusing on the Backlund Morning News he received.
Newspapers of this era are very headline-oriented. In order to make busy people interested in reading, newspapers are committed to integrating all the breaking points into lengthy headlines.
For example, the front page headline of this morning's newspaper: 'Congressman Viscount Clint was arrested on the street. Is he a rising star in the port or a criminal who murdered his friend?'
Arrested?
After reading the title, Yager moved his eyebrows.
When Clint left last week, he said he was going to the police station to call the police. How come he was suddenly arrested on the street today.
Where did the arrest warrant come from?
When it comes to arrest, we have to talk about Loen's criminal law system. A criminal in Backlund needs at least enough evidence to convict, such as fingerprints on the murder weapon, in order for the judge to issue an arrest warrant.
Just a severed finger would at most connect Clint to the disappearance case, which would be great if it gave the police the authority to "invite" him to tea. The arrest was completely groundless.
Yager read the first paragraph of the newspaper: "Viscount Clint was arrested at East Balam Pier. The police read out the charges of this inhumane devil on the spot and escorted him to the carriage."
He looked up at one of the most famous lawyers in the Minsk firm: "Which piece of evidence is enough to convict? There doesn't seem to be any in the law."
"Shh." Emond shook his head and took a sip of tea. "How can we judge the judge's level?"
Got it, it’s a new law that just came out this afternoon.
Yager lowered his head and continued reading, skipping the tirade of condemnation and going straight to the accusation.
'In the Manor on Carnation Street, the great philanthropist Lenzer Galby was brutally murdered and burned. All that remained of Mr. Galby's body was a finger on which he had mistakenly believed that he was the murderer.
Give him the ring.'
As someone who had seen the severed finger and Clint, he was pretty sure that Mr. Galby was neither burned nor killed by Clint.
It is even possible that he is still living and struggling in a corner of Backlund.
So whose handiwork was this crime?
The first thing Yager thought of was Duke Negan, who sent someone to the door today to warn them not to provide help.
The Duke even sent an Beyonder along, possibly to use spiritual vision to confirm that they were not lying.
But on second thought, he ruled out this possibility.
Duke Negan is obviously more sophisticated than Viscount Clint. If he planned this case, there is no reason to give Clint the opportunity to come to the firm for consultation.
Even last Friday, when they met, Duke Negan didn't know about it.
So the Duke is at most a new accomplice.
The culprit of this incident is probably another wave of factions with similar power.
But Yager, who was originally just an appraiser in a small shop, could not think of possible suspects for the time being.
He turned over a page of the newspaper and prepared to see the list of factions that had benefited. After all, whoever could benefit had the direct driving force to do this.
However, what caught his eye first was another line of text.
At the beginning of the second page, printed on the gray newspaper with a faint scent of ink:
'After investigating Viscount Clint's whereabouts over the past month, the police department made a surprising discovery: Clint once had close communication with the well-known wanted criminal Bill Rudolph! The wanted criminal disappeared recently, and some people said that he was in the East District. Having seen him, the author seriously suspects that the two cases are closely related.'
There is a photo next to it.
The middle-aged man, about forty years old, was so thin that he was almost out of shape. His pair of lake-green eyes looked gloomily outside through the newspaper.
Bill Rudolph.
The first "person" he saw when he came to this world.
A member of the Psychological Alchemy Society sought by the Church of Storms.
Yager's mind pictured the dim lantern, the squirming corpse swallowed by his tentacles, and the members of the Church of Storms who arrived later.
It seems that it is imperative to investigate the Eastern District.
Bill is inseparable from his appearance. The pocket watch, the moon and the object of prayer are all secrets that only Bill knows.
What's more, Clint, Lenzer, and Bill all have connections with the East Side. What exactly is hidden in the East Side?
Is this really just a coincidence?
"How is it?" Emond asked after noticing that Yager fell into silence for a long time after turning the page.
"Hmm... I saw a familiar face." Yager looked away from the text.
"Bill Rudolph, the church's most wanted criminal. He showed up at the pawn shop where I work last week, and someone from the Church of Storms came to inquire."
He turned the newspaper over so that the lawyer could see the photo.
"Do you know this person?"
Edmund glanced at him in shock and reached out to take the newspaper: "Oh my god...you have been in too much trouble."
The last few rays of sunlight in the evening filtered through the window, illuminating Edmond's increasingly tired and lost expression.
He sat on a chair and stared at the photo in silence for a while before continuing: "Bill Rudolph used to be a very active figure in Backlund's social scene."
"He is a professor at a national university. He behaves well and speaks elegantly. He has won the hearts of many aristocratic girls."
"But for some reason, one day, he suddenly became fanatical about climbing up the ladder, and he did whatever it took to do so, betraying the trust of many innocent students. In the end, he even fell into the abyss of a cult."
"But listen, kid." He sat up straight and turned his dark blue eyes to look at Yager, "The most important thing about being a lawyer in Backlund is to dispel your curiosity."
"I have met many excellent lawyers who love their profession too much and always investigate every case in depth."
"Without exception, they all returned to the embrace of the goddess in the end."
Edmond closed his eyes and drew the shape of a goddess emblem on his chest.
"So give up your meaningless exploration of this case. I have told you everything I know."
Surviving in a place like Backlund and becoming a barrister requires some skills.
The old lawyer warned earnestly.
However, Yager next to the desk didn't listen at all.
His eyes widened slightly, and his pure black pupils stared closely at the arc drawn by Edmund's arm.
The curved shape seems like a crescent moon.
moon.
An indescribable enthusiasm suddenly emerged in his heart, as if the hunter had finally caught the slightest clue of his prey.
"Yes, you are right." Yager's Adam's apple rolled, "I think I also need to ask a priest to purify my misfortune. Where is the nearest goddess church in Backlund?"
"Oh, you really should go there." Edmond raised his head and looked at him carefully, with pity in his eyes.
"I suggest you go to St. Samuel's Cathedral. The devout bishop of the Night Goddess is also there. Your troubles can be best solved there."
He didn't notice Yager's depressed expression.
The last ray of light on the distant horizon disappeared into the sky, and behind the dim clouds, the scarlet moonlight could be vaguely seen.
"I will."
In front of the window, a strange smile appeared on the corner of the black-haired young man's mouth.
This chapter has been completed!