Saint

Chapter 41: the tricky one

"The circuit court?" Hiber darmak picked his eyebrows. He thought that he was the prosecutor of St Paul. It seems that the lady upstairs was right. She was really a poor little clerk in a poor place to seek benefits. "I don't know what you want to do." Hiber asked coldly, speculating in his heart what the people were going to say, "Sir, I have a way to make the judge tend to you." or "some suggestions, for your reference, your lawyer group is too bad." in a word, the end would say, "of course, it's going to cost some money." But the words of the visitors surprised Viscount. Fulan slowly drank water and waited for the other party's patience to reach its limit before saying, "I'm sorry, I didn't buy a gift to celebrate your coming victory." "Didn't you see the trial? The lawyer couldn't stand the cross examination of the prosecutor." Hiber's heart and face were shocked together. "Oh, really? In my eyes, I can see that the lawyers take a step back. Baitoutai thinks that you don't have sufficient evidence. Instead, his words recognize the identity of miss Paris. When a key person comes on, everything will turn around." "I don't understand what you're talking about." Hebrew subconsciously changed the title to honorific. "No one would be stupid enough to win a lawsuit with a shaky cape and a few small people's confessions." "But that's all we have. It's up to us." "The old Baron of Darmark, as advertised, fell into a coma and didn't live for a few days?" At that moment, he was killed. The hotel was full of his people. The prosecutor who knew the secret couldn't run away. But who knows, did the other side leave anything to remind the imperial envoy? At this sensitive moment, he couldn't help it. "My uncle is really not awake. He..." Fulan didn't respond. He smiled at the nervous Viscount. "If the supreme Highness's envoy, under the banner of" care ", let someone take care of the Baron in some place, it's still unknown whether he can appear in court." "Do you have any suggestions?" Hebrew calmed down. Now that the Hebrew has made his point, he will not tell the imperial envoy -- of course, on the premise that he can meet his requirements. "A small prosecutor in a circuit court needs support and a ticket if he wants to climb." Fulan looks greedy. Hiber was relieved, "how much money do you want?" at the same time, he thought, when the lawsuit is over, there are some ways to make the guy spit out the money again. "Who are you behind the Darmark family?" Fulan shakes his head, "ten thousand Caesar, sometimes less than a big man, please introduce me." "You confused me." Hebrew replied vaguely. "Come on, we are all smart people. Without the silent consent of some powerful family, you will have the courage to fight a lawsuit with the royal family?" Hiber felt that he had seen through all his secrets. He didn't finish his words, but was interrupted by clapping and clapping at the entrance of the stairs. "It's hard to imagine that in a small place, there were such intelligent people." She came out gracefully from the corner leading to the third floor and looked at Fulan with interest. Her steps were light and powerful, and her eyes were burning. Hebrew hurriedly stood up from the chair and bowed to her. She came towards him. The short distance, in this moment, seems to have passed several years. The air is like a stone with shape and angle. Otherwise, why does his lung and chest hurt so hot that it seems to be bleeding? In a trance, Fulan went back to the past. At dusk, under the sun, the fountain pool, stained with golden mist. The girl with short hair said arrogantly, "I'm Peggy Don Reinschmann, I hope you're a good opponent, otherwise three months would be too boring." "I'm Peggy Don Reinschmann." the voice made Fulan fall into reality. "Lancaster." Fulan said dryly. The anger that came out of nowhere almost made him lose his mind. He rushed over, with his fist and teeth, like a bloodthirsty beast, and tore the girl into tens of thousands of pieces. The tone of his variant is in other people's ears, which seems to be a tremendous awe and submission to the Lancaster family. "This is my master and protector," said Fulan of the Hebrew Dynasty. "There's no need to be formal." after Peggy and other attendants spread soft cushions on the chair, they slowly sat down and looked at the lost Fulan. After a few minutes, he came back and said, "Hello, sir." Fulan's plan is to get the inheritance right, but also to let the real Paris escape the manipulation of Darmark, so he seeks to meet with people behind the scenes to know who his real opponent is. But he did not expect that it would be Lancaster and his enemy. "I'll accept all your requests. Lancaster is never stingy to smart people." Peggy also misunderstood Fulan's look. A person with a shrewd mind who can infer so many clues by virtue of clues. At the same time, he has ambition and reverence for his family. It has always been the object of Reinschmann talent pool. Breathing gently, Fulan nodded slightly, "thank you." They talked for hours. At first, it was a lawsuit. At last, they moved from one topic to another. It's a feeling that Peggy can't understand, because the attitude of the other side is only a compliment on the surface, and the words between the lines reveal the flavor of equality. This feeling, the girl only felt from a monkey. So, she didn't care about the "superficial compliment", and understood it as the high spirited of intelligent people, or the acting skills that he wanted to raise his price. No matter what, at the end of the day, she always had to wear a gold collar around her neck, which she mastered. For Fulan, it was hell. He can't just leave like this, otherwise it will arouse suspicion. He endured the negative emotions in his heart and responded appropriately. "After the end of the lawsuit, I will transfer you to the first court of Tanding." Peggy promised. "I'll be looking forward to it." Fulan knows that before long, Peggy's intelligence network will be able to detect the eeriness of his identity, and everything needs to be done as soon as possible. Being cheated will make this young lady angry. On the second day, Fulan kept going, found a car and rushed to the town where the Cardinal was waiting. The time for his transformation is almost over. Dozens of miles away from the town, he got off, otherwise when he arrived in the town, the coachman would be surprised to find that the passenger suddenly changed his appearance. After finding a piece of woods, Fulan is waiting for the end of his transformation. His clothes are waiting in the suitcase. Until all over the world, when it was a light silver moon, the transformation was not over. Fulan could feel that the ring at the finger and the flesh and blood merged into a hard cocoon, and there was a hot current back and forth, so that the beautiful appearance continued to maintain. "Can I extend the deformation time?" Fulan thought. He was right. The remaining energy of the eternal ark and the Dharma array of the ring, under the attack of the pale flame of the Paladin girl, dissolve into one. When the energy consumption of the ring operation is clean, the power of holy things takes over the operation of the array. Unless Fulan is relieved himself, the transformation can continue. In the middle of the night, Nicole, who was sleeping in the outer room, was woken up by a knock on the door, "who is it?" she shouted unhappily. "I'm a friend of Quasimodo, entrusted by him to come to visit." the man outside replied. When the door was opened, the gray middle-aged man was smiling at her in the moonlight. "Ask Miss Paris to come out. I am the prosecutor in the West. Paris will be the key person in the Darmark inheritance case." Head Bari yawned and carefully looked at the middle-aged's certificate and Quasimodo's letter under the light. The letter said that the other side was trustworthy, please follow the instructions. The head of the group recognized Quasimodo's handwriting and confirmed it, "you are Carl Tiven prosecutor?" Bari read the name on the document. "That's right." "Mr. Tiffin, what's your relationship with big man? Why doesn't he come back?" Nicole asked curiously. "I have a very good relationship with him, just like a person." the middle-aged man said meaningfully, "Quasimodo has some private matters to deal with, so he can't come for the time being. You are miss Nicole, he mentioned you to me." "Ah, what did you mention about me?" He teased and said, "you are as beautiful as the person in the picture." Nicole's little face smeared a red halo and thought, "the big man really has ideas for me. Hum, when he comes back, he has to look good." "Miss Paris, I'll give you the rights you should have." the middle-aged man is serious. "Sir... Really?" Paris, who has been hiding in the shadow of the oil lamp, asked in a low voice. "Please believe me." Nicole excitedly hugs Paris, "it's so enviable. You want to be an aristocrat. Don't forget us then." Paris was forced to smile. The middle-aged arranged, "in the early morning, my young lady and I set out, and the court trial is about to start." "We'll go, too." Bari insisted, "just with a letter, I can't believe you, just give little Pris to someone else." The other side thought about it and agreed. Peggy received a notice from her subordinates on the morning of the fourth day after the first trial. At this time, she is looking at a piece of information, which is the record of Carl Tiven's career. It's easy for Lancaster's first lady to transfer his file from the local court. "Strange, from the perspective of archives, this person is very mediocre. Like a stone on the road, it's not worth investing in." Peggy meditated for a long time and ordered the entourage to re investigate. We should be thankful that there are no cameras and things like that these days. And the image magic of the wizard will not be wasted on the court files. "Miss, Baron Darmark has arrived in St Paul in secret and is about to have a second trial." the entourage reminded that "the power of Longmai can't last long. If it's delayed, his body will be corrupted." Peggy had to agree, regretting that she didn't bring more hands, "immediately apply for a court session." "Is it a talent or a monkey? When the lawsuit is over, there is plenty of time to slowly check." Peggy closed the file and threw it into the fireplace. The fire quickly engulfed the parchment, leaving only a little bit of black ashes.