"Do you know what Lancer Nozick's punishment will be?"
Rawls shook his head. It was not that he was pretending not to know, but that there were too many punishments that could be carried out, such as flogging, shackles, hard labor, exile, imprisonment, etc.
Loen's punishments are moving from bloody terror to civilization, and they no longer try to use harsh punishments to warn people to reduce crime. When the police system was established more than ten years ago, many punishments were adjusted.
"The whipping, about fifty lashes."
Count Wolfe stretched out a palm with a smile on his face, but it turned into a look of pity:
"It would be great if public flogging had not been abolished, then Nozick might not be able to survive this year."
The public execution of whipping had been abolished before the establishment of the police system. Most of the punishments at that time were dealt with in public. Especially hangings, the gallows at that time would become a dramatic stage, attracting countless people to watch, and the rich would even
Spend the money to buy a good location.
"Flogging? Didn't Nozick pay a fine?"
Fine punishment is also Loen's punishment. You can use fines to avoid punishment. Although it is limited to misdemeanors, with the influence of Senator Nozick, you can make your son pay the fine to avoid punishment.
"No, the judges thought this was a warning and rejected the fine."
Rawls looked at the smile on Count Wolfe's face and knew that this count must have spent a lot of money on "rejection".
"So, you deserve it when you choose one from this collection."
After the salon ended, Rawls returned home with the mask, the feathered serpent crown, and a dozen aristocratic business cards.
After Rawls could not refuse Count Wolfe's kindness, he "helplessly" chose the mask. However, Count Wolfe thought that the mask was not valuable enough to express his gratitude, so he gave it to him along with the feathered serpent crown.
Got him.
Looking at the crystal-like mask in his hand, Rawls was a little helpless. Apart from the reaction to the mark in his hand, he had nothing to do with this mask.
Klein has not yet developed a sacrificial ritual, and he has no way to give the mask in his hand to Klein for divination, so now he can only put it in his storage room to eat ashes like the feathered serpent crown.
…
At five o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Rawls, wearing a beard and a trench coat, arrived at the tavern he had agreed with Hugh Dilcha and Williams.
People started to enter the cramped tavern one after another. Rolls put on his black top hat, walked to the bar, looked at the boss John, and knocked on the bar cabinet:
"A glass of renzi."
"Okay."
Boss John, who had just finished answering, looked up and saw Rolls, who was expressionless and bearded, and his voice trembled a little:
"Sir, the Lielangqi of Fusac is really gone."
Didn't I go to St. Samuel's Church to worship? He hasn't come these days! Does the goddess think that the money I donated is not enough and wants to get more?
"Just regular ones."
The bar owner nodded repeatedly, took a bottle of better-quality liqueur from the wine rack behind him, and poured it for Rawls.
Rawls picked up the wine glass and took a sip. He found that it was indeed very different from Fusac's version of Lielangqi. He put down the wine glass and said to the boss John:
"Has Williams been here the last few days?"
"He comes as he comes. He comes at this time every day. Sometimes he stays a little longer, and sometimes he has a drink and then leaves. Look, he's here."
Halfway through the words, the boss, John, seemed to have seen a savior and pointed to the door.
Rawls looked towards the door and waved to Williams, who also trotted over and greeted acquaintances in the pub from time to time.
"Hello sir, sorry for being a little late today."
With a smile on his face, Williams stood next to Rawls and said to his boss John:
"John, a glass of Ronzi."
After the boss John poured Williams a drink, he stepped aside knowingly.
Seeing his boss leaving, Rawls lowered his voice:
"Just come here. Where is the 'arbitrator' lady?"
Williams bowed his head and said apologetically:
"Sorry, sir, Miss Xio has something to do today, but she asked me to bring over the information she compiled."
As he spoke, he took out a few folded papers from his pocket and handed them to Rawls.
Rawls took it without looking at it, just stuffed it into his windbreaker pocket, then slapped Williams on the shoulder, clamped his forearm and upper arm around Williams' neck, and leaned closer and said:
"I don't want a next time."
"Okay, okay."
Williams' face was a little distorted, and he nodded. Rawls didn't use much force when he slapped him, but clamped his neck with great force. Williams had no doubt that the guy in front of him could do this.
Break his own neck.
"What did she do? I paid for it."
Williams rubbed his neck with his right hand, and his neck kept twisting:
"Hey, didn't she ask that loan shark gentleman for information about Yodel that day? Now that the parade is over, Yodel has come out for activities, and Hugh received the information and went to find him."
It seemed that Xio still couldn't escape this disaster. Maybe because of the parade, that Yodel accumulated more resentment.
No, the parade is over?
"You said the march of those soldiers was over?"
"That's right!" Williams stopped twisting his neck and came closer to Rawls, "You don't know? There is news that the military promised to distribute the pensions to these people before August comes. And the parade has been going on fast.
It’s been a week and it’s time to end.”
Rawls picked up the wine glass, took a sip of Lielangqi, and asked casually:
"Do you think the military can do it?"
"How is that possible? Now the kingdom will not go to war with the Fusac Empire." Williams raised his neck and took a big sip of Lonzi. "It would be good if the pension can be paid this year, no, next year."
"How do you know that the Kingdom will not retaliate against the Fusac Empire? You must know that the Kingdom just lost a game."
Although it is true that Loen did not retaliate against the Feysac Empire in the future, based on Rawls's conversation with several nobles at the salon yesterday, he also roughly knew that the upper council and the Prime Minister have no intention of retaliating now.
But Williams, a small gang intelligence dealer who spends his days hanging out with women and alcohol, knows that this information does not fit his identity.
"My old man is a retired navy man. He said that if the kingdom planned to retaliate, the pension would have been paid long ago and there would be no way to wait until the parade. This was how my old man was when he was a soldier. Whenever there was a war, the money would be paid."
After finishing the glass of Ronzi in one gulp, Williams' face began to turn red:
"So, my old man retired early and stopped working for those nobles."
Rawls silently drank the glass of Lielangqi. Loen's Royal Navy has a history of more than five hundred years. With the opening of new shipping routes, the Navy has directly become the back garden of the nobles. The corruption within the Navy can be imagined.