Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 14 Duke Negan
This week's Tarot Club ended amidst the various speculations of the members.

It's a pity that Klein didn't choose to announce the mission in the end, but planned to ask Miss Justice in private.

In fact, after this observation, the problem is not that he doesn't trust Mr. Bishop anymore.After all, the bishop's behavior of peddling the information of the true god has already brought too much shock to the Tarot Society, and now no one thinks that he will be a member of the Orthodox Church.

The level of possible violations ranges from covert organizations to worshipers of evil gods.

The problem was that Klein couldn't afford to invite the bishop.

With neither gold pounds nor the real name of the god, he sighed under pressure.

The style of the Fool is an obstacle, if he issues the task, there cannot be a situation where he cannot pay the reward.

So the matter of the vest must be put on the agenda, Klein looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and rubbed his face.

But at least this time he got a lot of rewards.

A few hundred meters away, Yager, who was with him in the Jowood District, also returned to reality, in the bathroom of the Minsk office.

Wearing a pure black overcoat and a black top hat, he pushed open the dark mahogany door that even the bathroom was carved into, and returned to the resplendent lobby of the office.

"Assistant De Lester, Mr. Lawyer is looking for you." After walking a few steps, Melinda at the lobby reception on the first floor stopped him from a distance.

Edmond looking for him?But he just came down 10 minutes ago.

"I see, thank you." Yagel nodded to her, paused, turned and walked up the spacious marble steps.

The meeting time of the Tarot Club at [-] o'clock on Monday afternoon is really hell for a person with a regular job. He has to excuse the bathroom to find the opportunity to participate.

However, he hadn't been away for a long time, and Emond didn't necessarily need an assistant by his side to receive customers, so it was abnormal to rush to find him.

In fact, Yagel's doubts are very reasonable.

After he knocked on the door of Edmond's office and pushed it open, three figures appeared in the room.

In addition to the lawyer himself, there was also an old man in a tuxedo with grizzled hair pomaded close to his scalp, and a middle-aged man in military uniform, sitting on the sofa opposite the desk.

The two turned their heads imposingly after the door was pushed open.

"Come in, Durest." Lawyer Emond took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and said to Jagel, "These two are representatives of His Excellency the Duke."

He walked over with amnesty, closed the door, grabbed Yager's arm, and led him to the desk.

"This is my assistant, Mr. Durest. He was there when he received Viscount Clint last Friday."

"En." The old man who looked like a butler on the opposite side responded indifferently.

Edmund's cold sweat fell again, so he had to take out his handkerchief and wipe his forehead again: "Do you have any instructions?"

The atmosphere in the room gradually became suffocating.

In the office covered with a deep red carpet, two strangers seemed to be oppressing the lawyer. They sat on the purple sofa and looked at Edmond with a high attitude.

"There is such a thing." Under Edmund's nervous gaze, the old butler spoke slowly, "Since everyone is here, I will speak directly."

"Mr. Duke is very dissatisfied with the unprofessionalism of your law firm."

Edmond's hands on the table trembled a few times: "Excuse me... what do you think is wrong?"

The old housekeeper kept a blank expression, and took out a few pieces of paper from his briefcase: "For example, Mr. Duke didn't hear the news of Viscount Clint's visit to the law firm immediately."

He put his hands on his knees and stared straight at Emond with light gray eyes: "Do you know who invested in the law firm? Lawyer Emond."

"Yes, of course." Lawyer Emond replied tremblingly, "But, not all news is worth bothering Your Excellency the Duke, right? I thought..."

"What do you think?" the butler interrupted mercilessly, "Viscount Clint is the Duke's key partner, and he had such a big accident, why didn't you report it to the director?"

"This incident has a decisive impact on the partnership between Mr. Duke Negan and Viscount Clint, do you know?"

Three consecutive questions made Edmond speechless.

The butler glanced at Edmond, did not expect his reply, but continued the topic directly: "Which one of you touched the box with the severed finger at that time?"

"No." Yagel looked at the lawyer who was nervously clutching his handkerchief, and answered for him.

"Except for Viscount Clint himself, none of us have directly touched the severed finger and the wooden box, and only observed through a tissue."

"Very good." Hearing this, the old housekeeper finally nodded with a trace of satisfaction, "Your office will not disappoint His Excellency the Duke to the end."

He handed a few sheets of paper to Edmund.

"What the duke means is that this case ends here." The butler leaned back on his shoulders and sat on the sofa in an arrogant posture.

"If Viscount Clint contacts you or your assistant in any way in the future, he must answer according to the content on the paper."

From Yagel's perspective, he could clearly see a few lines on the paper.

'There is too much evidence in the case to defend, and it is recommended to plead guilty as soon as possible. '
"If you continue to resist, the possible sentence will be increased and a fine will be imposed. Now the Duke of confession will come forward to save you." '
'The police station can only return the key to your raw material warehouse if you plead guilty, and now they have clues. '
Looking horizontally and vertically, the paper is covered with two large characters.

Plead guilty.

Yagel narrowed his eyes slightly.

It seems that Duke Negan is ready to attack Clint.

The Duke thinks he can monopolize the benefits of the paper mill?Or is the dissatisfied MP's seat allocated to one?
As for the nonsense on the paper about the solid evidence, he didn't believe a word of it.

Clint didn't lie about his own actions, and it was true that he only received a severed finger. Where did so much evidence come from.

The duke's deceit.

"Okay, we will definitely do it." In the bright office, Lawyer Emond humbly agreed.

"You'd better not have any accidents." The butler snorted coldly, stood up, and didn't even bother to use superficial honorifics.

The man in military uniform next to him also stood up together.

The man in military uniform nodded to the butler, and the two looked at each other.

"Mr. Duke attaches great importance to this case. If there is any development in the future, you must report it as soon as possible."

The old butler turned his gaze back to Edmond, wiped his dust-free hands with a paper towel on the table, and threw it casually into the trash can.

"I see, thank you for your instruction." Edmond hurriedly opened the door for him.

"Well, goodbye." The butler agreed casually.

The door closed under the watchful eyes of Edmund and Jagel.

Edmond took a deep breath and slumped on the chair as if he couldn't stand up, his chest heaving violently.

"That's the end of this case, you understand." He raised a hand and gestured to Jagel.

"Okay." Yagel poured a glass of water for Edmond casually, fearing that the poor lawyer would not be able to catch his breath and let him carry another murder case.

but.

His eyes drifted secretly to the door.

The men in military uniform just now counted as the highest-ranked Beyonders he had seen in Backlund for so long.

It looks like Sequence Six or so.

Yager equated the royal family of Loen, Duke Negan with the extraordinary forces.

It seems that his coming to the Minsk office can be regarded as suppressing one of the forces.

(End of this chapter)