King Ember's Journey to Tevat

Chapter 784 Poor Popularity

The young master was eventually caught, mainly because the evidence was too solid. In just one night, the entire Fontaine was covered with his and Olympia's headshots.

Olympus is just a nobody, so it's easy for him to hide; but Tartaglia is different. He is the youngest executive officer, and his reputation is well-known even in other countries.

Therefore, no matter where the young master was, there were almost always people who could recognize him. In addition, the noise he made yesterday was indeed too loud. After weighing the two factors, he was caught by the security team reluctantly.

Anyway, it's just a matter of paying some money. There's no need to act like a wanted criminal and try to survive in the wild all day.

"So, Mr. Tartaglia, this means you confess to your crime last night?"

"Don't blame me or not, it's so ugly. I just had a seizure. You know I haven't been in a good mood recently."

In the court, the young man scratched his messy short hair and defended himself.

This was not entirely nonsense. At least after arriving at Fontaine, he dreamed of whales more often, and a few times he almost had hallucinations.

"We will ask professionals to judge mental health issues. Your opinion does not count."

The security team on the opposite side was obviously prepared for this kind of talk. While recording the confession, he also responded from time to time.

Seeing how focused he was, the young master couldn't help but have a bad feeling.

"Hey, hey, hey! You don't have to be so serious, right? I'm an executive officer after all. It's just a street, right? How much is it? I'll pay for it!"

The young master slammed the table and shouted with great heroism.

"Um... Just a reminder, Mr. Tartaglia, it seems that you entered the country as an ordinary citizen, right?"

"As an executive officer entering the country without informing us in advance, the trouble he caused should be no less than this incident."

"So, do you still want to stick to your position as an executive officer?"

The guards began to introduce the diplomatic and extradition regulations between Zhidong and Fontaine to the young master, successfully making him sit down again.

"Okay, okay, okay! Stop talking, stop talking! I don't want to be an executive officer anymore. What should I do? Tell me now!"

The young master covered his head and said with lifeless eyes. He said that when he was an executive officer, Zhidong gave him a book as thick as a brick. It turned out that the contents were all like this.

Luckily he didn't waste time looking.

"Well, it seems that you don't like being lectured, Mr. Tartaglia."

"clever."

The chattering in his ears stopped, and the young man immediately became refreshed.

Without paying attention to the young master's change, the security team member took the regulations and accident reports handed over by his companions and began to check them.

"Well... Mr. Tartaglia, you said before that you were willing to compensate, right?"

"That's right! Money is just a number to me, just give it to me!"

The young master looked very proud. When he heard that the problem could be solved with Mora, he put his legs on the table.

The nearby security guards ignored him. After all, the young master was an executive officer no matter what, even if he was not operating in Fontaine as one now.

Since he was so cooperative, the security team was too lazy to pursue his minor issues.

"Okay, the specific amount of compensation for the accident still needs to be calculated. First pay a bail of 60 million, and then you can leave here."

"But remember not to run away from Fontaine. We will still need to find you when the specific amount is determined."

"The third floor of Fontaine, 241 White Dew Street, Hearth House. You can just ask the people inside for money."

The young master crossed his legs and spoke leisurely. He raised the cup in his hand and poured the dark coffee into his mouth.

"puff!"

Then he turned his head and spit out the coffee.

“Isn’t this stuff sugar-free?”

"It's just a courtesy. We didn't expect you to actually drink it."

The guards stood up with strange expressions. After hearing that the problem could be solved with money, the young master seemed to be here for tourism.

He looked so relaxed that I would have thought he was a visitor to the security team.

Soon, a group of people walked out of the law enforcement court and headed towards the address the young master mentioned.

...Half a day passed in a flash, and the young master had come out of the interrogation room. He sat bored in the reception room, waiting for his colleagues to take him away.

Finally, the colleague he had been thinking about came.

"why you?!"

"My Lord, my Lord [Father]...she is not here."

Taking off his magic hat, Lini bowed slightly to the young master. At this moment, his face was also very embarrassed.

What's the matter? The servant didn't want to see the young master at all! Especially after hearing that he needed to pay a bail of 60 million.

"Not here? Never mind. It's all right as long as I can get out." The young man was startled at first, then waved his hand nonchalantly.

It was just as well that he wasn't there. He didn't like facing servants anyway.

"This...this..." Linny's face became even more embarrassed. He felt that if he told the truth, the young master might suddenly attack and hurt someone.

Fortunately, he didn't say it, and someone else said it for him.

"Crack!"

"Hey! Why are you handcuffing me again?" The young man looked puzzled. Handcuffs were of no use to him and he could tear them off easily.

But is that what he cares about? What he cares about is why he has become a suspect again!

"We asked the head of Hearth House, and she said that she is short of money recently and can't afford to clean up your mess."

"Worthy..."

The young master's cursing could not prevent him from returning to the interrogation room, but this time, he saw a small note on his seat.

He moved his butt and glanced at the words above:

"My Lord Father suggests that you first cooperate with the investigation by Fontaine, and then break out of the cage and escape."

"Haha, good advice."

The young master snorted twice with a forced smile. If he had to use this method to escape in the end, he might as well run away now.

Linnie outside the interrogation room was still smiling at the young master, but unfortunately he was met with an impatient wave of his hand.

"Get lost! Go back and work on your prophecy. If I see you again, I'm afraid I'll hit you!"

The young master drove Lini out angrily. He had never seen a colleague treat him like this!
Linny left, and the young master lay dejectedly on the table, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hmmmm!"

The guard on the opposite side saw that the young master looked depressed, so he cleared his throat to attract his attention.

Seeing the young master's gaze directed at him, the team member slowly said: "Mr. Tartaglia, if you cannot compensate for the loss, then according to the procedure we will begin the trial process."

"Judgment?"

The young master moved his ears and rolled his eyes. It seemed that this was where the duel agent came into play, right?
"Then can I defend my innocence and honor through a duel?" he asked anxiously.

But the guards looked constipated after hearing this: "Of course, you can, but please forgive me for being blunt, you... have irrefutable evidence."

In other words, the young master has no innocence to prove at all - he is the suspect!
The young master also reacted after hearing this. He scratched his head in annoyance. If he had known, he should have worn a mask during the fight. At least this way he would have had some room to maneuver and wouldn't have his face clearly exposed.

"Putting aside those photos, don't I feel wronged at all? The other guy and I are in cahoots, and you're trying to judge me without catching him. I won't accept that!"

The young master slammed the table and spoke with confidence.

"It seems...it's true!"

When the security team members heard this, they felt that what the young master said made some sense.

"Mr. Tadalia, do you want to apply for [agent]?"

"No, I want to duel with others by myself!"

"It's not that. It's the [agent] who participates in the case on your behalf. The different perspectives allow you to see the full picture of the case."

"That's great. Then arrange one for me."

(End of this chapter)