Seeing Bono Goodwill's reaction, Angouleme suddenly felt a little reassured.
He took out a pen and paper and scrawled a notarial document, to the effect that Bono Goodwill swore to the gods that he would not tell lies in the subsequent questioning.
As Angouleme signed his name at the notary's position, the paper glowed golden.
Bono Goodwill swallowed his saliva and became increasingly nervous.
In the past few years, as a relatively well-known factory owner in Trier, he has been exposed to some occult knowledge and encountered several extraordinary powers beyond normal people's imagination. He is not unfamiliar with such things.
Just now, one of the three kidnappers used a flaming crow to blow out his mouth, one could create black flames, and the other jumped directly from the third floor.
"Sign your name." Angouleme handed the notarial certificate, which had already shrunk its golden light, to Bono Goodwill.
"good."
Bono Goodwill's right hand trembled as he wrote his name in the place of the promisee.
Every time he completed a letter, a little golden light flashed on his handwriting.
After he finished writing, Angouleme asked in a deep voice: "Which god do you believe in?"
"The God of Steam and Machinery." Bono Goodwill had no difficulty telling that question.
Angouleme moved on to the next question: "Why did you visit the congressman's office on the morning of the chemical plant explosion?"
Bono Goodwill hesitated for two seconds. With the fear of supernatural powers and divine witnesses, and under the influence of the remaining "Veritaserum" effect, he repeated the words he had said to Lumian and others exactly.
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Angoulême, Valentine and Yimre took turns asking questions, allowing Bono Goodwill to restore as much as possible the conversation between himself, Parliamentary Secretary Rhone and Assistant Secretary Tibbert.
At the end of the inquiry, Angouleme said to Bono Goodwill: "From now on, you will be arrested for arson, intentional explosion, and homicide, and your property will also be temporarily frozen pending compensation for the deceased."
and the injured.”
Bono Goodwill's face turned gloomy, and he slumped down on the easy chair as if he had lost all his strength.
Valentine took two steps toward the door, looked at the corridor outside, and said in a lowered voice: "Deacon, after bringing this bastard who has blasphemed his faith and betrayed his conscience to the police headquarters, we will formally arrest Yuge.
Rhone, Tuva’s secretary?”
Angoulême sighed slowly and shook his head: "Not yet." Didn't you notice? Rhone and the dead Tybalt were very cautious. They never explicitly asked Bono Goodwill to detonate his chemical industry.
They have always been just hinting, promoting the MP's policies and talking about the philosophy of defeat. They can just use Bono and Goodwill's words to explain that they were blinded by interests and misunderstood them.
"Nearly two days have passed, and it is difficult to find any traces of Bono Goodwill being affected by supernatural forces.
"To put it simply, we still don't have strong enough evidence to arrest the secretary Rona and interrogate him with extraordinary abilities. We can only summon and question him normally."
Valentine felt angry when he heard this, but he had nowhere to turn.
He was 100% sure that there was something wrong with the parliamentary secretary, but due to the rules, he could not use occult methods to deal with him.
After a few seconds, he looked at Bono Goodwill lying on the easy chair like a pile of rotten flesh, and said in a deep voice: "I would suggest sending him to the stake!"
Angulem nodded and said to Valentine and the mixed-race Yin Mulei: "Let's go and take this guy who should be killed in ten ways back to the market area.
Valentine was stunned for a moment and said, "Deacon, aren't you going to track the three extraordinary people who invaded here just now?" Angouleme laughed and said, "Why are you tracking?" Valentine expressed his confusion with doubtful eyes.
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Yin Mulei, who had long been accustomed to his deacon's behavior, whispered: "Those three extraordinary people sneaked in here. They neither robbed property nor harmed others. They only asked about the explosion of the chemical plant and the visit to the congressman's office. It is obvious that they really
The person who is interested is the secretary Rhone, who is Member of Parliament Hugues Artois.
"I even doubt whether they are members of the Aurora Society, and one of them is the one who killed Assistant Secretary Tilbert." Angouleme added with a low smile: "Since we are hampered by the contract and the rules, we cannot target
The congressman’s office is conducting an in-depth investigation, so why not let the wild Beyonders who are also interested try it out and use violence to squeeze out the pus from the wound and expose it to the sun?"
"Isn't there a problem?" Valentine blurted out.
Angouleme responded with a smile, "Of course there is no problem. To deal with those cunning people who are good at taking advantage of the rules, we must be more cunning than them and be better at exploiting loopholes in the rules. When necessary, we can even cooperate with some hidden organizations.
Join forces with wild Extraordinary people.” The contracts signed with congressmen and senior government officials only prohibit us from doing certain things, but it does not say that we cannot be malicious to them or develop informants among wild Extraordinary people.
Extraordinary people are not restricted by that type of contract.
"Similarly, that type of contract is mainly a restriction and does not force us to do certain things. Sometimes, we can not touch the contract and accept ordinary punishment as the price, and sit back and watch something happen.
"Valentine, even under the sun, there are still many shadows. For example, everyone's shadow. You have to learn to live with them, sometimes clear them, sometimes use them, and praise the sun!"
Valentine remembered his cooperation with Lumian in Kordu Village, reluctantly accepted the deacon's words, opened his arms, and responded: "Praise the sun!"
Angouleme added: "I did not invent these words. From the fall of Emperor Russell to the present, the two major churches, parliament, government, military, and the eighth game have been playing games. Everyone has accumulated a lot of experience.
I have little fighting experience that cannot be put on the table." Otherwise, why do you think I would acquiesce to the existence of wild extraordinary people in the gangs in the market area? Just based on the guarantees and rhetoric of the superintendents? No, I think they might be able to at some point
Come in handy.
"Of course, everyone is responsible for letting the followers of the evil god mix into a big gang, and I am no exception. In everything, there are advantages and disadvantages.
Valentine thought in silence for a while and didn't ask any more questions.
Similar conflicts are also reflected in the province of Leiston, but they are far less obvious and intense than in Trier. After all, this is the center of a country.
On the way back from Trier Underground to the market area.
Lumian, who had taken off the straps, glanced sideways at the silent Jenna, and said casually: "I thought you would kill Bono Goodwill on the spot, and even give him a little bit of pain even if he turns into a ghost.
Unforgettable torture, who knew you just gave him a knife in the shoulder."
Jian Na pursed her lips and took a few steps forward before replying in a low voice: "If he dies now, the accident compensation will drag on for who knows how many years, and it may even only be symbolic..."
She didn't care anymore, but there were still many people waiting.
Franka nodded invisibly and added helpfully: "Don't worry, Bono Goodwill will definitely be sentenced to death. The only difference is which one it is. Moreover, we also have to leave clues to the official Extraordinary.
Otherwise, it will be like us protecting Hugues Artois, always helping him eliminate hidden dangers."
Jian Na smiled sadly: "That's our elected congressman, but his secretary and assistant secretary deliberately greeted us with a big explosion."
"Are you scared?" Lumian asked sarcastically.
Jian Na was silent, not knowing how to answer.
Lumian said to himself: "I have never enjoyed the benefits of Intis, nor have I ever voted. If something similar happened to me, not to mention the secretary of the congressman, not even the congressman himself, or even the president who rules this country,
I won't let it go either!
"My sister said something, only blood can repay blood. I don't care who the person who bleeds is."
Jian Na's expression was distorted again, and she said with extreme pain: "My mother has always taught me to be kind, to know how to forgive, and not to let suffering and hatred control my life. That way I can't see the light...
Without waiting for Lumian and Franka to say anything else, she lowered her head and gritted her teeth and said, "But I really hate it!"
"Kill all your enemies and your life will no longer be controlled by hatred." Lumian curled his lips and said.
Jian Na was silent for a few seconds, then said "Yeah" and said, "At least, at least I won't let go of that secretary Rona!"
Franka immediately praised: "Very good, keep this spirit." She then emphasized: "Of course, revenge cannot be blind or impulsive. You must wait until you have enough strength and wait until the opportunity arises before taking action.
Otherwise, you will only cause your relatives and friends to suffer more harm, and you will watch helplessly as your enemies are still alive and well."
"Yeah." Jian Na nodded lightly.
Late at night, Jenna, who had changed into her usual clothes, returned to her home at No. 17 Pasteur Street in the Botanical Garden with mixed emotions.
This place is very close to a large number of factories on Rue Saint-Gerre in the market area and south of the Botanical Garden. In order to facilitate the work of Elodie and Julian, Jenna and her family chose to rent here.
As soon as Jian Na opened the door, she saw her brother Julian squatting by the window with his head in his arms.
Her heart sank and she asked with a trembling voice: "Julian, what's wrong with you?"
Julian, who was sitting next to the old wooden table in the crimson moonlight, looked frightened: "Don't fire me, don't fire me!" My mother passed away, really passed away, so I didn't come to the factory in the afternoon...
"Don't fire me! Don't fire me!" Mom, Mom, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have left you alone in the ward!
"It's all me, it's all me!" Wuwuwu! "Julian burst into tears, like a child who was extremely frightened.
He seems to have gone crazy.
Jian Na stood in the darkness at the door, staring blankly at her brother like this, feeling that she was slowly and uncontrollably falling into the bottomless abyss.