The Dark King

The thorny flower prison in the inner fort, the warden's office.

With a slamming sound, the door was slammed open, and the black armor youth strode forward, slamming the newspaper in his hand on the table, and said with anger: "What is going on, bail? I need an explanation!"

In the office, Jones sat at the desk, eating breakfast bacon bread, flipping through the newspaper, facing the young black armor who suddenly rushed to the front, frowning slightly, "pay attention to the volume of your speech."

The black armor youth indignantly said: "I have been searching with my brothers in the past few days and nights. I just found out the whereabouts of this kid. Just in the town of Yade, you told me that he was released on bail? For so many days, I can't wait to get this little devil to get rid of it. Now he is being released on bail, what a joke, this is a jailbreaker!"

Jones’s gaze lifted from the newspaper and glanced at him. “You calm down first, and I will tell you again.”

The black armor youth saw him slowly and bitely, biting his teeth, and took a deep breath, saying: "You say, I want a statement!"

Jones put the newspaper aside and took a sip of milk tea. He said: "The newspaper said very clearly that it was abducted by the nobles. This kid can find the nobility to help him bail out. It is his ability, this is for us. In fact, it is also a good thing, at least to ignore the fact that this kid is jailbroken, and it is not too shameful for us to let the thorny flower prison."

The black armor youth stunned and his face showed anger, saying: "Just because of this? He is wanted!"

Jones said indifferently: "Aside from his wanted identity, he is only a stealing criminal, and he is still a criminal who was imprisoned for aristocratic planning. Now there is a nobleman who is in his position to bail him out, and there is nothing unusual. As for the wanted things, this matter will be treated as a wrong news. Just look for someone to bear it. It will not damage the face of our prisons, and it will stop the matter."

The black face of the black armor has changed. "But, just released on bail, is it too cheap for him?"

Jones glanced at him and sighed: "In the end, you and I are all servants in the middle of the nobility. Even if you are upset, how can you, the nobles come forward, and the nobles' reputation to guarantee him to be released from prison? Who can stop? Even other aristocrats can't stop it! Unless he commits something again, and there is solid evidence, and in the obvious circumstances, he can be arrested again, but as long as there is a day for the nobility to do the backing, There are opportunities to be released on bail, this is the rule."

The young black armor screamed and couldn’t speak.

Jones smiled and said in a light way: "Although the trial said that it is fair and selfless, it has killed many nobles, but behind the fallen of the nobles, all of them were jointly promoted by other nobles. The trial claimed that it can ignore the power and can be used by anyone. Fair disposal, but in the end, the lifeblood of this world is in the hands of the nobility. The vast majority of the economy and strength are also in the hands of the nobility. Whether it is the bright church or the trial, we cannot ignore the aristocracy that is deeply rooted in people’s hearts. The status of respect, and credibility."

"Like this bail, if it is a common wealthy businessman, which is accompanied by bail? How many thieves thieves are kept, how can you intervene in the criminals of the thorn flower prison? But the aristocrats are different, even if it is the most declining aristocrat, as long as he still has The identity of the nobility, he has such a right, this is called 'class sharing'."

The young black armor was silent. After half a ring, he suddenly said: "Even if you are released on bail, this kid will live soon!"

Jones glanced at him and smiled softly. "Yes, killing the deacon of the trial. This is already angering the trial. Even if it is aristocratic asylum, the trial can handle it. After all, other people want to please the trial." There are too many aristocrats, and even the aristocrats who bail this little demon will be eliminated."

The young black armor gave a sigh of relief and a sneer on his face. "When he is executed, I will go to the scene to see it myself."

Jones smiled and said: "It's just a little thing, no need to be too angry."

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Business district, Mount Erdos, Bron family.

The huge castle is situated on the hillside. The wall is built at the foot of the mountain. Surrounded by moats and suspension bridges around the mountain, there are many knights and monks guarding the walls, and people are patrolling back and forth.

In the towering and magnificent castle, Srudy Bron did not go downstairs in the morning, asked the servant to come over to wait for the washing, and sent the breakfast to his room for enjoyment, and by the way this morning's newspaper.

"This little devil..." As soon as he saw the newspaper, Srudy noticed the assassination of Hollett, and his eyes narrowed. From the previous few days, he could almost be sure that this is the boy named Du. Good thing to do.

"The thorn flower prison is also a group of rice barrels. The military's ability to do things is getting worse." Srudy swept the main suspect under the newspaper. When he saw Dudian's name, his brow furrowed. Come, "It’s still a trial."

He looked at his eyes and didn't pay attention to it. He looked through other news. After a while, suddenly in the small column in the lower left corner of the newspaper, he saw the name that made him sensitive again. "Bail, get out of prison?"

He snorted and his face suddenly covered with a haze.

"Lyan family, good fat courage!" He pressed the newspaper on the table and waved to the next maid. He said indifferently: "Destroy all the newspapers bought today, don't let the lady see it. In addition, she is not allowed to go out today. Stay at home!"

The young maid respectfully said: "Yes."

Just to retreat, Sludi yelled again: "Wait, she recently followed Giorda in a case. You went to call Giorda and brought the information of the case to the young lady to study at home."

"Yes." The maid nodded reverently.

When the maid retired, Srudy looked at the newspaper on the table, his eyes flashed slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he gave the girl to the right: "Go and call the butler."

"Yes." The maid respected her promise.

A moment later, a middle-aged housekeeper who dressed up as a gentleman and meticulously came to Srudy, respectfully said: "Good morning, Master."

Srudy said indifferently: "Go and call the old thing of Forint."

The middle-aged housekeeper glanced at the newspaper at his hand and woke up. He immediately promised to turn and left.

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On the town of Yade.

Du Di'an had breakfast and just came outside the hotel and was surrounded by a team of trial knights.

"We suspect that you are related to a murder. Please take a trip with us." The first young trial knight pushed the guard on the helmet and indifferent to Du Di'an.

Du Dian glanced at the street and asked, "What about the carriage?" (To be continued.)

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