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Chapter 40: Heritage (three)

Paris's words were obviously beyond everyone's expectation. Bari, the head of the group, was surprised and covered her mouth. "God..." she didn't know what to say. The heavy sob broke through the defense line. Paris lowered her head and burst into tears, almost literally saying, "I know the money bag, the silver stripe, the brown background, and the badge of her father's family. That's the color." "Family?" Fulan is wondering. The money bag is well made and the material is also expensive. It seems that the kidnappers don't care, and they will be noticed by those who have a heart. "Well, the yellow background and white stripe of hutaohua, the emblem of the Darmark family." Paris smiled miserably, "a Baron family in the west of Byron, maybe in the eyes of big people, it's not worth mentioning, but in the eyes of my poor mother, the Baron is already a great master." It's a very simple ethical drama. In a noble manor, a young girl who is a maid has gone to bed with her master. Although the other side is an old man of sixty years old, the gorgeous clothes, exquisite diet and the envy of servants make the girl feel that the deep wrinkles on the old man's face are also smooth and beautiful. It's not a mistake. Everyone hopes to live a better life and work hard for it. It's just that she miscalculated her charm. Soon, the bored Baron Darmark dismissed her with a few small coins. And the girl, after a period of desperation, found that she was pregnant. No one can say that it's not clear that the flesh and blood in the stomach is the legacy of a certain man, whether it's the flowering of Baron's old tree or in the days of desperation and promiscuity. "Paris Dalmak." the girl gave the child the name. Like a madman, she announced to everyone that it was the blood of Baron. Since she was a child, Paris was not beautiful. There were many small white hemp spots on her cheekbones. The Baron didn't admit it, so that an ugly girl who didn't know the origin and didn't have the value of marriage with other families in the future could divide his family property. When Paris was four years old, the intolerable Baron drove her and her mother out of the manor. My mother always cursed, "a Caesar is worthless. If you look more beautiful, maybe the master will show mercy and give me an identity..." and then she described in a trance that the blanket on the ground in the castle was cleaner than the bed now. On the wall of the corridor, there was something she didn't understand, but expensive art, thin Oriental vase, pure porcelain and jade, which seems to flow slowly in the sun, and the hutaohua made of gold foil "You are the descendant of hutaohua." until she died, her mother also nagged, carefully put the gift of Baron, a white strip with a yellow background, and a purple hutaohua Cape embroidered on the lace into her daughter's hands. Maybe, even she does not know who is Paris's father, but in the fantasy, the identity of a lady in a noble family is better than that of a girl in a poor family. "Later, you joined the cardinal?" Bari felt Paris's hair pitifully. She still remembered that the girl ran with the caravan of the tour company and asked for a job. The appearance and figure, as well as the poor western accent, are not suitable for being an actress. The head of the group just found her conscience and barely accepted her. At that time, the cardinal did a good job. It was a medium-sized group with more than 20 people, including actors and handyman. Paris works hard and is also good at pleasing others. Even in the severe winter, she still uses frostbitten hands to wash clothes carefully with cold water, like a servant, and serves every actor impartially. Soon, this humble ugly girl left a good impression in the minds of the public. They taught the girl to make up, to use chalk and rouge to make up for the lack of appearance, to choose the color of clothes, to train her voice and how to smile and use eyes on the stage. Soon, the girl was promoted from a handyman to a supporting actor. Within half a year, thirteen year old Paris had established herself in the cardinal. Even commander Bari admitted that sometimes, hard work can overcome mediocre talent. "But why, Baron Darmark, want to find his illegitimate daughter?" Lauren asked, which is also a strange question. "I don't know?" Paris shook her head. "Now that you know who the other party is, it's easy to deal with." Fulan said calmly, "you go to the town to rent a house, and stay for a while. I'll go to the manor of Darmark to find out why." "Then don't call the police?" "It's meaningless, the other party is very calm to find back the lost daughter, although they don't know what the daughter looks like, just rely on the shawl to prove identity." Fulan said, "it's certain that something happened, otherwise it won't be so hurried." Darmark, the land named after the Lord's surname, is very prosperous. The continuous rugged hills and sandstones make the land in the west poor and not suitable for cultivation, but there is the most precious treasure here: gold mine. From the discovery of the first ore vein, "gold! Gold!" people who could not catch up with the West with whips before gathered here. The farmers pawned the fields and houses, the pioneers gave up the land, the workers dropped tools, the civil servants left the writing desk, and even the missionaries also abandoned their sermons. In a few years, the wild land was prosperous like a metropolis with hundreds of years of history, and all the noble families in the West were rich. It is said that every emperor of Byron wanted to recover the ownership of the Western fiefdoms, but the power of the aristocratic Presbyterian is always restricted by the imperial power. Even if there is no gold mine family in the territory, they do not want to see the rights and traditions of the nobility, which is destroyed by the royal decree. Otherwise, it would be a bad start. Today is the west, and who knows if tomorrow will be the turn of other places. As a result of the final compromise, 70% of the annual mining output in the West was paid to the treasury as a tax. The emperors never believed that 70% would be the real mining output. Maybe, in fact, it is less than five Chengdu, but no one can confirm. Even the incorruptible tax officials and statisticians, and the aristocrats in the west, also have a way to drag them into the water. The twinkling stars in the sky are like jewels on a black curtain. On the gentle slope of the hills, the mighty castle is surrounded by thick walls and high-rise towers. There is no good stone in the West. The marble for building these buildings is transported from far away places. The freight alone exceeds its own value. The manor, the racecourse and the mill are dotted around the fort. The knights in armor are constantly patrolling. It can even be said that this private house is quite a military fortress. In the west, the houses of Viscount's family are comparable to those of some Count in the mainland. Gold brought them wealth and strife. Viscount Hiber darmark met his cousin in the study. He was in his early forty years, full of whiskers. "In the hearsay, I don't remember that his uncle's daughter is so beautiful." he looked at Matilda, some doubts. The girl was pale and shrank in the goose feather blanket without a word. Viscount played with the Cape, "in addition to this, what else can confirm her identity?" "No, sir." one of the knights who took Mathilda said, "it was more than 10 years ago. If it wasn't for passing by liming fort and finding a girl wearing this Cape, we couldn't find the illegitimate daughter in the sea of people." Viscount Hebrew tried to communicate with his cousin, but in response to him, it was the girl's teeth and nails. Matilda was like a frightened little beast, and no one was allowed to approach. "Sir, your cousin, it seems that there is something wrong with her brain." said the knight, "there is no difference from a child who is several years old." "Oh, it really makes me sad." Hiber didn't care, "it's time to rest, take her to the bedroom, and if she continues to cry, give her some sleeping pills." After Matilda left several blood marks on the knight's face and screamed that he was pulled out of the study, "cousin a few years ago, after he died on a woman's belly, there was no one left for his uncle, and the only illegitimate daughter was still an idiot." he said to the housekeeper who had been standing at the desk. "It's not good? It's easier for us to control." the Butler replied respectfully. "But she is really an uncle's illegitimate daughter? With a shawl, you can't prove anything. Maybe you have caught the wrong person." "It doesn't matter if it's wrong. The key is to let the Royal envoy of the emperor admit that the old Darmark Baron still has an heir." "The supreme highness, he tried to recover the mining right of the vein. Every Western aristocrat, if there is no lineal heir, his manor will be recovered by the state." Hebrew Viscount poured a glass of wine for himself, "it can only be a son or a daughter, even my nephew can't inherit." "One of the best mineral veins in the west is in the territory of the old Baron. It's a pity that he has only half of his life now, and he can't point to anything." "Gold belongs to the Darmark family, and no one can take it away. Praise the code, even the emperor, can't publicly violate the regulations of the law. Those, will make all the nobles feel fear, so as to unite." Viscount said, "before the death of uncle, we have to pass the noble court to force tantin to recognize the inheritance right of that idiot cousin. Of course, as her elder brother, at that time, we will send someone to help her manage the territory." "Are you sure?" the Butler advised, "after all, you are just a Viscount, the noble court, will you stand on our side?" Hebrew's chest is full, "of course, it's not OK to rely on the strength of the Darmark family, but someone will help us." he picked up the letter on the desk, and on the envelope, there was a wax seal, a noble Lancaster. "The emissary of the Reinschmann family is on the way." Viscount ordered, "set up the guest room and prepare to meet our friends. Wait for her to come, and immediately appeal to the noble court." A first-class gold mine and a prosperous manor will be controlled by him behind the scenes. Hiber darmak is waiting for that day with hope. The ninth chapter the right of inheritance (1) Carl Tiven, assistant prosecutor, is on holiday in sevia, a city one day away from Darmark. He is covered with thick gray hair and has a mustache on his lips. "There is no interesting place in the West." he just got off the public post coach between cities and stood on the street of sevia. The wind filled with sand makes him feel bad. In Byron's judicial circle, Carl Tiven is a humble little man. The local court has an annual income of two thousand Caesar. There are so many people like him. He was in his thirties, and had no hope of promotion. He was transferred between several small courts. Looking at the interns who entered the court in the same year, he began to regret that he had chosen the wrong career when he was sitting on the post of chief judge or official prosecutor. Half a month ago, he just received an order to work as a prosecutor in a circuit court in a western mountain area. In name, it's a promotion, but the conditions of the rural circuit court are far better than staying in the city's district court. It is said that some circuit courts are so simple that there is only one carriage. When they are used as a means of transportation, they also take into account the functions of accommodation and the court hall. Carl can't imagine that he has to drive a carriage to and fro in the small village to mediate some trivial matters. "If I have money, I can change a good place." Carl thought, this idea also shows that there is still a black hole in the judicial field. He was born in an ordinary family. During his four years in law school, he had spent the rest of his family's money. The parents who opened the grocery store were very proud of having a son who was a prosecutor, but Carl was not satisfied. Two thousand Caesar? He is usually obsessed with playing baccarat and colorful, but he is always unlucky, always losing money and living a tight life. Even for a rare long holiday, he could only choose sevia, so that when he went to the circuit court to report, he could save travel expenses nearby. "There is still more than half a month left. I will finish my holiday and start working in the countryside." Carl sighed and beckoned to the carriage, "go to the clean and cheap hotel." he said to the driver. Leaning on the chair in the car, Carl opened the suitcase and was ready to take some change. Immediately, he was petrified. In the box, there were bundles of brand-new bills. Carl quickly closed the lid and looked around in fear, but he was soon relieved that he was alone in the car. Who could see this scene. Almost ten thousand Caesar! He felt the money and felt that there was a lack of oxygen. What's the matter? Carl recalled that on the coach of the public station, the big man with a hat and a hard face, who sat next to him, carried the same suitcase as him. The big man got off before he arrived in sevia. It must be the man who was flurried and took his box as his own. At that time, Carl secretly complained that the big man occupied too much space and squeezed him hard. There is also a letter of introduction from the chamber of Commerce in the box, which roughly states that the original owner is a fledgling professional with no background, and is ready to come to the west to buy placer gold. "The heavenly father is also punishing you." Carl thought happily that in his suitcase, there were only a few hundred yuan, plus the order and documents of the circuit court. At that time, it just needs to go back to the original court for a make-up. It won't take much time. Ten thousand Caesars is not much, and it's not enough to bribe a good position, but at least it can guarantee that he can have a good luxury this time. Carl slightly opened the door and called to the coachman, "go to a better hotel." "I'll leave after one night. I remember that there is the most famous casino in the country in Pena. The poker in it is all wrapped in gold." Carl thought, "maybe the owner will come to the door through the certificate. If he wins, I'll return the money to him, but I'm sorry, an ordinary businessman, don't want to fight with the prosecutor in the court." When getting off the bus, Carl asked in detail what is the fastest way to Pena. "The public station carriage takes a week, but it's enough to pack one by itself, about three days." the coachman replied, and warmly recommended, "take my carriage, keep it fast and convenient to send you." No, since the enjoyment has to be thorough, Carl decided to find a four horse luxury carriage, and maybe find a girl to pass the time in the boring scene of the carriage. When Carl walked into the hotel, the driver turned the front of the car in disappointment. At the end of the street not far away, the carriage was blocked by a man. "I don't take a car, please tell me, the passenger just now, what did you ask about?" The coachman looked at the tall and strong physique of the man with a little fear, "first... Sir, it should be a private secret." The big man took out a stack of money from the wallet, counted and took out a few pieces, "do you want them?" "But... the coachman's throat was wriggling, and there was a rumbling sound of swallowing. "Oh, not enough?" he took out another one, put the ticket in the driver's hand, and waited with a smile. "Now, you can say." The conversation lasted for five minutes, and both sides got satisfactory results. Before leaving, someone warned, "you may have guessed my identity. That person is the object of surveillance in the hall, so don't tell anyone about what happened today." Watching the big man turn the corner and disappear in the alley, "in the hall? Is that the secret police?" the rickshaw man sighed. He vowed to keep his mouth closed so as not to cause himself unbearable troubles. Fulan is checking his certificate. Carl is a prosecutor who has worked in the south for many years. No one should recognize the small town in the West. But it's hard to say if you meet a former acquaintance of Carl Tiven, it will be a tragic ending. Anyway, Fulan has to gamble. Break into the castle alone, find the girl, pull her on the horse, and run towards the sunset beyond the pursuit of the soldiers. Only in the knight novels can such a scene appear. It's going to take a little trick. The case of the inheritance right of the old Baron of Darmark is very popular in the West. With a little inquiry, you can grasp the context of the matter. The noble court has officially accepted the complaint, and it will officially open in a few days. Only the nobility and the judiciary can participate in the audit. The trial will last for several days, and Fulan will have to find a way to participate in the trial. "First, prepare a gray wig and beard, and try to dress like the prosecutor himself." Fulan thought, "the Prince of the State will not trust a strange prosecutor. It's troublesome in this respect, and we can only act according to the circumstances. Also, we don't know who the lawyer on behalf of the Darmark family is, and we can only defeat them a little bit by understanding the opponent. When we get to the court, we need to collect information immediately." At the same time of saving Matilda, he should also get the inheritance right and return it to Paris. As long as he has the chance to stand on the bench, Fulan is not afraid of any opponent. He is sure to cheat everyone and achieve his own goal. The ninth chapter the right of inheritance (two) The first hearing was held in the strict judicial Hall of St Paul, which has the same name as the city. The outer wall of the judicial Hall of St Paul, nearly thirty meters high, is made of white boulders. The small square in front of the door is covered with dark red stone plates. If the lawsuit is won, the stone plate is usually praised as lovely as a rose;And those who lost complained disgustingly, like the blood in their eyes, and felt nauseous. There was no spreading pattern or a layer of varnish. The building specially retained the original characteristics of the stone, but filled in the cracks with whiter cement. Straight white lines were drawn from the top. Looking at the past, it was rough and daunting. The dome, the sculpture of the double headed eagle, the architect specially exaggerated the shape of the eagle, as if the legendary flying dragon was squatting on the cliff nest, the double headed eagle spread its wings, one head to the sky, the other, low down, the eyes of the size of an adult fist are looking down at the front door of the judicial hall, it seems that everyone passing through the gate will have the illusion of being stared at by the invisible eyes. Just from the appearance of momentum, visitors can be sure that this is the most just place in the world. The square is full of carriages, which can be recognized from the concealment of those exquisite carriages and the carved patterns. They all belong to a person of great status. On the left side of the judicial department is the judicial Hall of the noble court. The entrance is strictly controlled by the guards. Only when you show proof that you are qualified to come here, can you be released. Many people met acquaintances or enemies in front of the door, but they politely restrained their emotions and just nodded to others in a friendly or irritated way. The Western nobles care about the court trial. The outcome of the case represents the future policy direction of emperor Tanding and the direction is good or bad for them. How to deal with it. "Carl Tiven, prosecutor of the circuit court." the guard read the certificate of someone in the crowd in a low voice, and looked up and down at the person. The gray hair and sideburns extend to the earlobe, just like the mustache, are decorated neatly, wearing the dark six button coat and hard collar shirt common in the judicial field, "you can enter." the guard said, pointing to the passage behind. This is not a compliment. In normal times, it may cause the security guard to lose his job. But today is different. Count and Baron, he has seen a lot. There is no need to waste energy and words for a small prosecutor in a rural court. "Thank you." Fulan took the certificate, walked through the central aisle and walked towards the court room. He is glad that the ability of transformation can still be used, otherwise, no matter how gentle the ugly big man looks, he also looks like a terrorist with a bad heart. The only worry is whether the magic ring melted by the sacred fire and tied with fingers can maintain a stable three day transformation. He doesn't want to suddenly change back to the original appearance in the court. "Lucky, I need to be lucky." Fulan encouraged himself. At the corner of the corridor, he saw a familiar figure in a group of people in front of him. When he quickly walked by, he could not see it. It should be that he walked into the room at the end of the corridor, but he specially guarded the guard at the door, looked at Fulan and asked: "Sir, can I help you?" "I came to participate in the audit of the Darmark inheritance case, but unfortunately, I got lost." Fulan smiled. "Oh, you've passed, take a few steps back, and turn to the right passage." the guard replied. Fulan had no choice but to turn back. Until he sat on the stool in the court room, he was still mining his memory. Who was that? The wide room was soon filled with people, starting from the farthest judge seat, hundreds of audit seats, distributed in a fan-shaped backward direction, and each row of chairs was slightly higher than the front row, with some theater patterns. There are two long tables in the center of the court room. The prosecutor and the lawyer representing the Darmark family sit on the side of the table to debate. Five minutes later, the judge appeared first, followed by Viscount of Hebrew, the law group and Matilda, who was surrounded by the crowd. The girl was wearing a light yellow dress, and her hair was carefully treated. There were small hair clips dotted between her hair, like a delicate beautiful doll. She seems very quiet, even a little absent-minded, and her eyes are empty. Fran suspects that the girl was forced to give some anesthetics, otherwise, based on her current mental state, she should cry endlessly. In the sound of the hammer, the noisy auditorium quickly calmed down, and the silence covered the whole room. From time to time, a few fuzzy whispers came out. The atmosphere in the venue was solemn and oppressive, which made people feel quite uncomfortable. The judge looked around seriously for a while and said, "before the court, ladies and gentlemen, please note that it is the noble royal family who questions the inheritance of Baron Darmark, so it belongs to mediation rather than trial, and there will be no defendants in this court. Because the Baron's life is in danger, and the first heir Dalmak Paris is young and has limited" behavior "ability, any will of her will will be conveyed by the relative Viscount Hebrew." After the mallet in the judge's hand was heavily knocked on the table, the court trial officially began. On behalf of the royal family is Baitoutai, the well-known chief prosecutor of the Tanding Grand Court. This is a very experienced veteran over five years old. Fulan learned many classic cases tried by him. "Everyone, for decades, who has heard that Baron Darmark has admitted that he has a daughter? Now, when his awareness of lingering beds is vague and he is about to return to the Lord, we are surprised to learn that Baron still has an heir, as if he had jumped out of the stone cracks. Oh, sir Viscount Heber, please prove that she is really the first cousin of the old Baron, and the law only believes in evidence, and it is hard to deny evidence." Fulan knows that Baitoutai likes this move, waiting for his opponent to play, and then overthrow it. There is no evidence that can make the prosecutor speechless, otherwise this lawsuit will not appear. The more you talk about it, the easier it is to find loopholes. In the court, what we want is a deadly strike. Those useless circumstantial evidences will cause counter effects instead. "If it was me, it would do the same," Fulan thought. The representative of the legal team stood up, "please call Mott as the first witness." Mott is the old housekeeper of the Baron. After he sat down, the lawyer began to ask, "Mr. Mott, how many years have you worked for Baron?" "Forty years." "Sixteen years ago, did the Baron have a young lover and pregnant her?" "Yes, it's exactly right. The master also gave her a special shawl for the family girl." The lawyer gestured to present the cape with a yellow background and white stripes to the court, "is it this one?" "Yes." "Can you tell us whether the Baron and her children are male or female?" "Daughter." "Does his daughter have a name?" "Dalmak Paris." Later, the lawyer called four witnesses, including employees of the manor and local residents, all of which confirmed that Dalma J Paris did exist. Bai Tutai looked at Matilda not far away, "Mr. Mott, I'm very strange. I believe that all the people present are as strange as I am. The Baron has a daughter, but he doesn't admit it? It's necessary to wait until sixteen years later to let her come to the court to fight this lawsuit that can be avoided many years ago?" "Because the master doesn't like this daughter at all." "How don't you like it?" "The master didn't even look at her." "As far as I know, miss Paris, together with her mother, was expelled from the manor a few years later and living in the street?" The lawyer protested, "your honor, the prosecutor's question is meaningless, it's just a waste of your time. Please understand that whether you like your daughter or not, sir Baron, it's purely a family matter..." "No." Baitoutai interface, "I just think that a person who was indifferent at the beginning appeared in front of me after more than ten years. Even the Baron himself can't be sure that this stranger will be his daughter. Then, as an outsider, what reason can you prove more than the Baron that the lady is really the original Dalmak Paris?" "There's a cape, and there's a Huckleberry badge on it." Baitoutai asked his assistant to take several small shawls, the style and the exhibits are exactly the same. "Among them, there are some made in the tailor's shop, and some purchased in Darmark. It may be that the ladies of the Baron's family wear them old and reward them to their servants, and the manor circulated. It can be seen that the so-called evidence can be bought or forged by anyone with money. Let a girl of unknown origin exchange for a title with a piece of clothes? It's not only rash, but also disrespectful to the noble status." The prosecutor didn't worry too much about the issue of "whether there is Paris". The Baron family can find hundreds of people to say with one voice, "yes." in the family's internal private affairs, they have more voice. Fulan guessed Baitoutai's intention. The main battlefield of the prosecutor is Matilda's real identity. As long as he can confirm, the other party has no real evidence to show that Matilda is Baron's biological flesh and blood, then ten thousand steps back, even if the girl is really, it doesn't matter. The royal family will not recognize the vague identity. Even the aristocratic Presbyterian is not willing to let someone who may be a wild seed get the title of nobility. "... or blood? God, do you still live hundreds of years ago? This original method will not be recognized by the law." Baitoutai is clearly winning, and he is ready to use a preliminary trial to end the case that is expected to last for many days. Fulan seems to be upset. Is it really that simple? The lawyer group that spent a lot of money to build, just came up with a bit of flawed evidence? They must have a back. "Your honor, because one of our important witnesses could not be present, I applied for the court hearing to be postponed." The judge agreed, "the court must be careful about the dispute over the right of inheritance of nobility. But the lawyer can't postpone it too long, and the court must be held again within ten days." When he left the court, Fulan suddenly stopped, "I found out Baitoutai's mistake. If what I thought would happen, there is no doubt that he would lose. However, I also found a way to replace him as the chief prosecutor." The ninth chapter the right of inheritance (three) Here we should explain that "the most honorable emperor, the will is the fate of all living beings" is always the written language of praise. In fact, since the emergence of the word emperor, there has never been omnipotent between heaven and earth. By moving your mouth, you can control all the kings. The distribution of interests and the balance of power are the lessons of every emperor or Prince of the State. In Byron, the influence of the aristocratic Presbyterian is extremely large, which is also an unavoidable situation for every empire with a long history. The families who have been inheriting for hundreds of years have long lost their ancestors' honest loyalty. These old aristocrats created an undisclosed consortium, which is also known as the elderly party. Any change in the system is something the elderly party is not willing to accept. Following the old system, the glory under the sun will always belong to the people at the top of the society. And gathered around the royal family, most of them are new nobles, they have the emperor's trusted, or the second son of the nobility without the right of inheritance, there are also middle-class members and low-level nobles promoted by performance and smart - Fulan belongs to this kind of people, maybe according to the track of common sense, he will become a member of the emperor's party that is not subject to reuse, but as you know, some force of the old people's party has killed the preparatory members of the emperor's party. These bureaucrats know that they have lost the emperor's favor. In the eyes of the great nobility, they are nothing. In a word, the two forces, the old and the new, were able to suppress the religious power and seek interests jointly in those days. Now they are able to fight endlessly for a certain order. Pobede was originally the follower of the current emperor in Crown Prince. After years of service, he was given the title of Viscount. He was more than 60 years old, and he knew that the continuity of the family completely depended on the grace of his highness. Maybe decades later, the descendants of Pobede will evolve into a stubborn conservative force, standing on the opposite side of the new emperor. But at present, Viscount will do his best for the Emperor's order. Old people generally don't believe in advice from strangers. Pobede crumpled the letter paper and threw it into the garbage can. Three quarters of an hour ago, he learned about the victory of the prosecutor of Baitoutai in the court. At the same time, he received a private letter signed "Carl Tiven". "The Dahl mark family has concealed some facts, which will be extremely detrimental to the next round of court trial. If you want to know, you can come to No. 16, No. fourteen street, St Paul to discuss." Viscount bobbede smelt the smell of speculators. Another person who wants to take advantage of the opportunity wants to get a piece of the cake in this event. If he wins the lawsuit for his highness, every participant can get a generous reward. "Don't pay attention, baitutai can solve them." Viscount thought, but when he threw away the letter paper, he still remembered the address at the end. Caution is also a feature of the elderly. The luxury hotel in the east city was completely contracted by Darmark. The private guards strictly protect the hotel, and no outsiders are allowed in and out. Their memory is amazing, and they remember the appearance of every handyman in the hotel. Fulan observed for a long time in the distance, but he couldn't find a way to slip in. Matilda lives in the room on the third floor facing the street. Half an hour ago, she showed her face in the window, and then was pulled open. The heavy curtain was immediately lowered, blocking all the peeping. "Oh, since I can't install a maid, then I'll go in as a prosecutor, swaggering and swaggering." Fulan decided. He was immediately attached to the action. "Sir, this is contracted by my master, please go elsewhere." the guard reached out his hand and said politely. "I need to meet Viscount Hiber darmak." Fulan said, taking out his certificate, "I have some information about this lawsuit. I want to tell him." There was a subtle change in the guard's face, and with a bit of irony, he said, "today there are more than ten people who want to see Viscount, and they all say that there is news. It turns out that they all want to rely on some unknown information to cheat some reward." "Are you the master, or is Mr. Hiber the master?" Fulan was upset. "You just need to inform, not make decisions on behalf of your master." "OK, but I can't guarantee that the host will meet you." Hiber darmak is standing respectfully in the corner of the bedroom. The room is arranged like the living room of a private villa. The sofa is covered with a thin silk cover, and the soft carpet is exquisite. On the other side, there is a gorgeous dresser. "The prosecutor has been cheated. He thinks that no one can prove the identity of the cousin. In the coming second trial, it's our turn to fight back." "This time, in order to help the Darmark family, Lancaster even used the ability that is not accepted by the world. You should understand that friendship will not fall from the sky, and it will not be given back." the tone is dignified and sweet. She sat in front of the dresser and tried a new lipstick. "Of course, half of the annual private gold will be given to Lancaster." Hiber's forehead is sweating, "I'm even willing to sign a letter of authorization, and Lancaster owns fifty-one percent of the gold vein." "No, I believe that friendship exists in the bottom of my heart." she refused. Looking back, compared with many years ago, her shoulder length hair was already very long. She gently rolled up small waves at the end of her hair, and her eyes were bright. Sometimes it would give the human race the illusion that the light in her pupils is a boiling fire in the coal stove. In the first court of the Imperial City, she has served as a grand prosecutor, but even the Court chief of the emperor's party admitted that with her ability, it's only a matter of time before she becomes the chief prosecutor. "Peggy Don Reinschmann, it's not very beautiful, but it's very tasteful." Tanding's Playboys privately talked about it, "I really want to see what kind of men she can be conquered by." A woman of twenty-five years old who is still unmarried is rare in Tanding. Peggy never showed the slightest kindness to men. Instead, she had a mixed hair dog, but she didn't name it. Every time she called the dog, she always waved and shouted, "Hello, come here." This is a strange habit in the handkerchief meeting of famous ladies, which is always laughable. According to a source of inquiry, the dog is very popular, and even bathing and feeding is Peggy's sole responsibility. Occasionally, when she is short tempered, she will kick the dog and scold it, "you Fedu monkey." "So, the dog's name is" Fedu's monkey. "When a famous lady finishes talking about it, she always says it with a funny expression, which leads to a burst of tender laughter. Of course, Peggy never participated in the handkerchief meeting that she thought was boring. Otherwise, just by her eyes, those young ladies could faint with fear. Hiber was embarrassed. He did not expect that the proposal of the power of attorney would be rejected. Fortunately, the knock on the door saved the embarrassment. "Sir, a prosecutor asked to meet you." "Let him in, and I'll see him in the hall on the two floors." Hebrew was very pleased that the prosecutor paid a proper visit. "It must be a speculator. Seeing yesterday's court trial failed, I want to express hypocritical friendship. After receiving politely, it's enough to give some money or promise to send away." Peggy said disdainfully, "but don't disclose that there are Reinschmann people behind you." "I understand." Hiber nodded. "It's really a stupid monkey." Peggy continues to apply light lipstick on her delicate lips, making it crystal clear like a rose frozen in the ice. "Authorization? After signing this contract, Reinschmann will be tied to a boat with you. Whether to continue to help or give a knife depends on the future changes and interests." "There are fewer and fewer intelligent people in the world." Peggy fingered the small iron tube filled with fragrant white cream, and suddenly came to her mind with someone's face. She looked at her reflection in the mirror of the dresser, and said to herself a little sadly, "I didn't want you to die, but it's also good. The obedient monkey has to go to hell."