The night in Yotun City is different from the night in any city in the world.
If you can look down from the sky, you will see a strange scene - half bright, half dead, and clearly divided, like the separation between heaven and hell.
On the bright side, demonstrators held high torches and protested in the streets and alleys, and they still did not stop even at night.
The dead silent half is the site of the Blackwater Disaster - the harbor area of Yotun City.
It is very difficult to enter this scorched land, because the imperial government ordered the entire city to be surrounded, using two stacked plywood boards, as high as two stories, to block all connections to the harbor area.
There are also manpower guards stationed at the intersection.
Rachel walked past a blocked intersection and only glanced in that direction, which aroused the guard's alert.
The other party was trying to drive them away, so Rachel didn't dare to look at them anymore, so she quickly left the road and quickly ran towards a large mansion at the end.
That was Judge Wendell's residence. After Rachel came out of the police station, she inquired about it and almost got into a conflict with the demonstrators.
After arriving at her destination, she identified herself to the doorman, but only said she wanted to meet the owner of the mansion.
The guard didn't know Rachel's purpose, so he didn't let her in easily. He just asked her to stand in the cold night wind and wait while he went in first to report to the owner.
So next, Rachel stood there shivering, the thin coat on her body was not enough to resist the severe cold at night.
Just when she could no longer hold on any longer, the young doorman finally came back.
And coming out with him was a female servant.
As soon as the other party saw Rachel, he said expressionlessly: "Ms. Rachel, my master is meeting with distinguished guests. If you have nothing important to do, you can come back another day."
Time was running out, and it was impossible for Rachel to come back another day. She argued nervously and hastily: "No...it doesn't matter, I can wait, here..."
The maid looked at Rachel's trembling appearance and frowned.
"Mr. Wendell does not neglect visiting guests. If you must see him tonight, you can come in with me and wait in the house."
Seeing that the maid was willing to lead her in, Rachel let out a long breath, her chest shaking with her breath.
But then, the maid added: "But I don't guarantee that the master will be willing to see you, do you understand?"
Rachel bit her nearly dry lips and remained silent.
Next, she followed the maid into Wendel's home and waited in a small room that was not spacious. During the period, the maid was very kind and brought her a cup of hot water.
Rachel held the cup and looked at the various furnishings and decorations in the house, realizing that Wendell seemed to be an intellectual who favored classical literature and art.
Although the house she was in was just a small cubicle, some clues could still be seen.
Wendel deliberately made the wall look like fake rough stone, which looks uneven, like the walls of an ancient castle.
The large thick curtains were open on both sides and tied into two bunches with golden curtain ropes. On the cabinet on one side was a framed color painting, which was a group portrait of several young people.
Artistic portrayals of this style were everywhere and did not attract Rachel's attention, but she still looked at the painting because a few lines of lettering on the frame caught her attention.
"Yorton Public College..." Rachel murmured to herself, "Did Judge Wendell graduate from there? I don't know what subject he majored in..."
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At this time, in the luxurious living room on the third floor, Judge Wendell, who was previously responsible for the trial of Abigail, was sitting upright on the sofa, carefully talking to the important "guest" in front of him.
"I have already taken care of everything you told me. At least on the surface, people are convinced that that woman is the culprit of the Blackwater disaster."
His tone was cautious, as if he was reporting to his boss.
But such a tone is unreasonable for a high-ranking judge, because even when facing the Queen, Wendell has never been so humble.
However, his caution was not forced or out of fear, but sincere, from the bottom of his heart, and respectful to the "honored guest" in front of him.
"Well done...at least William Marshall didn't see it."
The voice that came back from Wendell was a clear and melodious female voice, and it was very young, as young as cardamom!
When Wendell heard the other party's praise, he lowered his head as if flattered: "This is all for the teacher, and for you, Lady Remilia."
The "distinguished guest" whom he called your lord, revealed his evil red eyes from the flower fan in front of him.
When she put down the fan, what appeared in front of Wendel was a cute, cute, cute, cute, white-haired girl with red cheeks.
"Well..." The girl put her white and slender fingers on her pink lips and said pretending to think, "How did you do that?"
When Wendell heard the inquiry, he told everything without reservation.
"Since the empire needs a scapegoat, we can also take advantage of this and arrange everything accordingly."
"For example, the jury group, many of them are greedy people who accept bribes and are ready to take revenge on the prisoners. I knew this early on, but I still arranged for them to come in."
"There is also the Police Bureau that intervened in the middle of the trial. Without my permission, they would not have been able to use invisible techniques on the suspect, and thus there would not have been an incident in the court, causing the investigator to go crazy and die.
"
"Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is what the suspect did. Even William Marshall would not be able to detect our true purpose."
"These are what you expected, my lord. Now, we have forced 'Abigail Gerstave Herman' into a desperate situation."
After listening to the judge's report, the white-haired girl made a lazy nasal sound again, then stretched out her hand softly, took the fork on the coffee table at hand, and picked up a piece of fruit.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! She put the fruit slices into a cup of drink that was as red as blood, dipped it in, and finally put it to her mouth and chewed it.
Judge Wendell held his breath and did not wait for the other party to speak. He suddenly continued to ask anxiously: "Sir...sir, can you tell me now what is the reason for this?"
The girl wiped the scarlet liquid flowing from the corner of her mouth with a white napkin, and said softly: "Of course it's for your teacher! Stupid!"
Wendell was shocked. He suddenly left the sofa and crawled to the ground. He raised his face slightly and said in a trembling voice: "Teacher...Teacher, did he really succeed?"
"What do you think?" The white-haired girl looked askance at the other person, pursed her lips and smiled.
"Incredible...It's incredible! I knew the teacher would definitely accomplish this feat! Even if he is not a seer, he can...No! Wait a minute, I'm sorry, sir, I'm too excited, but why does the teacher want to force that person to death?
Where are the women?”
Seeing that Wendel was so uneasy, the white-haired girl jumped slightly, jumped off the sofa opposite, lifted up her skirt, and walked around the room with small steps.
Her height seemed to be only a little higher than the backrest of the cowhide sofa.
When she walked towards Wendel's back, she suddenly bent over with her hands behind her back, and came close to the other person's face and said: "Because, your teacher suffered some kind of interference when he completed that great feat, and he is incomplete now."
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incomplete?
Wendell's heart tightened, waiting for the other party to continue explaining.
"So... why did that poor lady rush to the scene just as the ceremony was going on? There must be someone behind her. And the missing part of your teacher is exactly what was behind that lady's back.
His existence was taken away, um... you should understand it this way, right?"
