The Dark King

Thornflower prison inner castle, in the warden's office.

With a loud bang, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the young man in black armor strode forward, throwing the newspaper in his hand on the table, and said angrily: "What's the matter, bail? I need an explanation!"

In the office, Jones was sitting at the desk, eating breakfast bacon bread, reading the newspaper, facing the young man in black armor who suddenly broke into the front, frowned slightly, and said, "Pay attention to the volume of your speech."

The youth in black armour said indignantly: "I have searched with my brothers day and night these days, and finally found the whereabouts of this kid, in the small town of Yade, but you told me he was released on bail? For so many days, I can’t wait to catch this kid and peel it. Now he’s on bail. What a joke, this is a wanted prisoner!”

Jones looked up from the newspaper, glanced at him, and said, "You calm down first, then I will tell you."

The young man in black armor saw him slowly and clenched his teeth, took a deep breath, and said: "You say, I want a statement!"

Jones put the newspaper aside and took a sip of milk tea. He said indifferently: "The newspaper said very clearly that the nobleman was on bail. This kid can find the nobleman to help him bail out. It is his ability. This is for us. In fact, it is also a good thing. At least we can ignore the fact that this kid escapes from prison, and it will not make our Thorny Flower Prison too shameful."

The youth in the black armor froze, with a look of anger on his face, saying, "Just because of this? He is a wanted criminal!"

Jones said indifferently: "Aside from his identity as a wanted criminal, he is just a thief, and he is also a criminal who was imprisoned for planning by the nobility. Now it is no surprise that the nobility came out on his behalf and released him on bail. As for the matter that is wanted, this matter will be treated as an erroneous message. Just find someone to take it on. It will not damage the face of our prison, but it can also stop this matter."

The black face of the black armor changed, and said, "But, he was released on bail. Isn't it too cheap for him?"

Jones glanced at him and sighed: "In the final analysis, you and I are both servants caught in the middle of the nobility. Even if I am unhappy, how can the nobility come forward and use the nobility's reputation to guarantee him out of prison? Who can stop him? Even other nobles can’t stop it! Unless he commits something again, and there is solid evidence, and he can only be arrested and jailed again for obvious reasons, but as long as there is a noble as a mountain supporter, it will still be There is a chance of being released on bail, this is the rule."

The youth in black armor was startled and speechless.

Jones chuckled and said indifferently: "Although the Tribunal claims to be impartial and selfless, it has beheaded many nobles, but behind those nobles, all of them are jointly promoted by other nobles. The Tribunal claims that it can ignore the dignitaries, and anyone can Fair disposal, but in the final analysis, the lifeblood of this world is in the hands of the nobility. Most of the economy and power are also in the hands of the nobility. Whether it is the bright Holy See or the court, the nobility is deeply rooted in the hearts of people. Respectful status and credibility."

"Like this bail, if it is an ordinary rich businessman, which bail is appropriate? How many thieves and thieves can bail at most, how dare you intervene in our thorns prison? But the nobility is different, even if it is the most noble nobility, as long as he still has With the status of nobility, he has such rights, which is called'class sharing'."

The youth in black armour was silent. After half a noise, he suddenly said, "Even if he is released on bail, this kid will live shortly!"

Jones glanced at him and smiled softly, said: "Yes, killing the deacon of the trial office, this is already annoying to the trial office, even if it is a noble refuge, the trial office can handle it. After all, other people who want to please the trial office There are too many nobles, and maybe even the nobles who bail this little ghost will be eliminated."

The young man in black armor breathed out a sneer, and said: "When he is executed, I will go to the scene to watch it in person."

Jones smiled and said, "It's just a gadget, there's no need to be too angry."

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Business district, Mount Eldors, Bron family.

The huge castle is located on the hillside, the city wall is built at the foot of the mountain, and the moat and suspension bridge are surrounded by the mountain. There are many knights and hustlemen on the wall, and there are always people patrolling back and forth.

In the towering and magnificent old castle, Srudi Bron did not go downstairs after getting up in the morning. He called the servant to come and wait for the washing, and delivered breakfast to his room to enjoy. By the way, there was the newspaper this morning.

"This little devil..." Sludi noticed Hollet's assassination as soon as he saw the newspaper. His eyes narrowed slightly. Judging from the wanted orders a few days ago, he was almost certain that this was the kid named Du. Good job.

"The Thorns Flower Prison is also a group of rice bins, and the military's ability to handle things is getting worse." Srudi swept to the main suspect under the newspaper, and when he saw Du Dean's name, his brows slightly frowned. Come, "It still works for the trial."

He glanced at it twice, then he didn't pay attention any more, and read other news. After a while, he suddenly saw the name that made him sensitive in the small column in the lower left corner of the newspaper, "Bail, get out of prison?"

He froze for a moment, his face suddenly covered with a haze.

"Lean family, fat courage!" He pressed the newspaper on the table and beckoned to the maid next to him, said indifferently: "Destroy all the newspapers bought today, don't let the young lady see them, and don't let her go out today, Stay at home!"

The young maid respectfully said, "Yes."

Just about to retreat, Sludi called again: "Wait, she recently followed Gionda to handle a case. You go and call Gionda, bring the case information, and accompany the lady to study at home."

"Yes." The maid nodded respectfully.

When the maid withdrew, Sludi looked at the newspaper on the table, his eyes flashed slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he said to the maid on the right, "Go and call the housekeeper."

"Yes." The maid honored the promise.

A moment later, a middle-aged butler dressed as a gentleman and meticulously combed came to Srudy and respectfully said, "Good morning, lord."

Sludi said indifferently: "Go and call Fulin the old thing."

The middle-aged housekeeper froze for a moment, noticed the newspaper on hand, woke up, immediately promised, and turned away.

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In the small town of Yade.

Du Dean had breakfast, and just outside the hotel, he was surrounded by a team of trial knights.

"We suspect that you are involved in a murder case. Please come with us." The first young trial knight pushed the guard on his helmet and said to Du Dean indifferently.

Du Dean glanced at the street and asked, "What about the carriage?"