Seeing Bono Goodville's reaction, Angouleme suddenly felt relieved.
He took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote a notarized document, which roughly meant that it was Bono. Goodwill swore to the gods that he would not lie in the subsequent questioning.
As Angouleme signed his name at the notary's table, the paper glowed with a golden glow.
Bono. Goodwill swallowed his saliva and became more nervous.
In the past few years, as a relatively famous factory owner in Trier, he had been exposed to some mystical knowledge and encountered several extraordinary powers beyond the imagination of normal people. He was not unfamiliar with this kind of thing, just like the three kidnappers just now, one of them used a flaming crow to blow his mouth, one could create black flames, and one jumped directly from the third floor.
"Sign your name." Angouleme handed the notarized document, which had already lost its golden glow, to Bono Goodville.
"good."
Bono Goodwill's right hand trembled as he wrote his name in the place of the promisee.
Every time he completed a letter, a little gold light flashed in his handwriting.
When he finished writing, Angouleme asked in a deep voice: "Which god do you believe in?"
"God of steam and machinery." It's no problem to ask Bono Goodwill.
Angouleme moved on to the next question: "Why did you visit the congressman's office on the morning of the chemical plant explosion?"
Bono. Goodwill hesitated for two seconds, and with fear of supernatural powers and witnesses of gods, under the influence of the residual effect of "truth serum", he repeated exactly what he had said to Lumian and others before.
Angouleme, Valentine and Imre took turns asking questions, asking Bonnot Goodwill to reproduce as much as possible the conversation between himself and the member's secretary Rhone and assistant secretary Tibert.
At the end of the interrogation, Angouleme said to Bonnot Goodwill: "From now on, you will be arrested for arson, intentional explosion, and murder, and your assets will be temporarily frozen, pending compensation for the dead and injured."
Bono. Goodwill looked pale and slumped in the armchair as if he had lost all his strength.
Valentine took two steps toward the door, looked at the corridor outside, and said in a low voice, "Deacon, after we bring this bastard who blasphemed the faith and betrayed his conscience to the police headquarters, we will formally arrest Hugues. What about Artois's secretary, Rhone?"
Angouleme sighed slowly and shook his head: "Not yet." Didn't you notice? Rhone and the dead Tibalt were very cautious. They never explicitly said to let Bonnot. Goodville detonate his chemical plant. They have always been just hinting, promoting the policies of the parliamentarians, and talking about the philosophy of mourning. They can completely use Bonnot and Goodville's minds blinded by interests and misunderstood their words as an excuse.
"Although nearly two days have passed, it is difficult to find any traces of Bono Goodwill being affected by supernatural forces.
"To put it simply, we still don't have strong enough evidence to arrest Secretary Rona and interrogate him with extraordinary abilities. We can only summon and question him normally."
Valentine was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
He was 100% sure that there was something fishy about the congressman's secretary, but due to the rules he could not use mystical means against him.
After a few seconds of pause, he looked at Bonno Goodville, who was lying on the armchair like a pile of rotten meat, and said in a deep voice: "I would suggest sending him to the stake!"
Angouleme nodded and said to Valentine and the half-blood Yinmre, "Let's go and take this guy who should be killed in ten ways back to the market area.
Valentine was stunned for a moment and said, "Deacon, aren't you going to track down the three Beyonders who just invaded here?" Angouleme laughed and said, "Why should we track them?" Valentine expressed his confusion with a puzzled look.
Yinmlei, who was already used to his butler's style of doing things, whispered, "The three extraordinary people sneaked in here, neither robbed property nor hurt others, but only asked about the chemical plant explosion and visited the congressman's office. Obviously, what they are really interested in is the secretary Rona, Congressman Hugh Artois.
"I also
I suspect they are members of the Aurora Society, and one of them is the one who killed Assistant Secretary Tibor. "Angoulême laughed and added, "Since we cannot conduct an in-depth investigation into the councillor's office due to the contract and the rules, why can't we let the wild Beyonders who are also interested try it out, use violence to squeeze out the pus in the wound, and expose it to the sun?"
"Is that okay?" Valentine blurted out.
Angouleme responded with a smile, "Of course there is no problem. To deal with those cunning people who are good at exploiting the rules, we have to be more cunning than them and be better at exploiting loopholes in the rules. When necessary, we can even cooperate with some hidden organizations and join forces with wild extraordinary people." The contracts signed with congressmen and government officials only prohibit us from doing certain things. It does not say that we cannot have bad intentions towards them or develop informants among wild extraordinary people. Wild extraordinary people are not restricted by such contracts.
“Similarly, that type of contract is mainly a restriction and does not force us to do certain things. Sometimes, we can just sit back and watch something happen without triggering the contract at the cost of receiving ordinary punishment.
[Given the general environment,
"Valentine, even under the sun, there are still many shadows, such as everyone's shadow. You have to learn to live with them, sometimes clear them, sometimes use them, and praise the sun!"
Valentine remembered his cooperation with Lumian in Cordu Village, and reluctantly accepted the deacon's words, opened his arms, and responded: "Praise the sun!"
Angouleme added, "I didn't invent these words. From the fall of Emperor Roselle to the present, the two churches and the parliament, the government, the military, and the Eighth Bureau have been playing games. Everyone has accumulated a lot of experience in struggle that cannot be put on the table." Otherwise, why do you think I would acquiesce to the existence of wild Beyonders in the gangs in the market area? Just based on the assurances and words of the police superintendents? No, I think they might come in handy at some point.
"Of course, we all have our share of responsibility for allowing the evil god's followers to grow into a large gang, and I am no exception. Everything has its pros and cons.
Valentine thought in silence for a while and asked no more questions.
Similar conflicts and contradictions also exist in the province of Leiden, but they are not as obvious and intense as in Trier, after all, it is the center of a country.
On the way back from underground Trier to the market area.
Lumian, who had taken off the bandages, glanced at the silent Jana and said casually, "I thought you would kill Bono Goodwill on the spot, or even give him a torment that he would never forget even if he became a ghost. Who knew that you just stabbed him in the shoulder."
Jane pursed her lips and took several steps forward before answering in a low voice, "If he died now, the accident compensation would take years to arrive, and it might even be only symbolic..."
She no longer cares, but there are still many people waiting.
Franca nodded imperceptibly and added helpfully, "Don't worry, Bono. Goodville will definitely be sentenced to death. The only difference is the type of death. Moreover, we have to leave clues for the official Beyonders. Otherwise, it will be like we are protecting Hugh Artois, always helping him eliminate hidden dangers."
Janna smiled sadly: "That was the congressman we elected, but his secretary and assistant secretary deliberately greeted us with a big explosion."
“Are you scared?” Lumian asked sarcastically.
Janna was silent, not knowing how to answer for a moment.
Lumian said to himself: "I have never enjoyed the kindness of Intis, nor have I cast a vote. If I encounter something similar, I will not let go of the congressman's secretary, not to mention the congressman himself, or even the president who rules this country!
"My sister once said that only blood can be repaid with blood. I don't care who the person who shed the blood is."
Jane's expression twisted again, and she said in great pain: "My mother has always taught me to be kind and to forgive, and not to let suffering and hatred control my life. That way I will not see the light...
Without waiting for Lumian and Franca to speak
, she lowered her head and said through gritted teeth: "But I really hate it!"
"Kill all your enemies and hatred won't control your life." Lumian pouted.
Janna was silent for a few seconds, then she said, "At least, at least I won't let that secretary Rona go!"
Franca immediately praised him, "Very good, keep up the spirit." She then emphasized, "Of course, revenge cannot be blind or impulsive. You must wait until you have enough strength and the opportunity arises before taking action. Otherwise, you will only cause more harm to your family and friends, and watch your enemy still alive and well."
"Yeah." Janna nodded slightly.
Late at night, Janna, who had changed into her normal clothes, returned to her home at 17 Pasteur Street in the Botanical Garden with mixed emotions.
This place is close to Saint-Germain Street in the market area and a large number of factories south of the Botanical Garden. In order to facilitate the work of Elodie and Julian, Janna and her family chose to rent here.
As soon as Janna opened the door, she saw her brother Julian squatting by the window with his head in his hands.
Her heart sank, and she asked with a trembling voice, "Julian, what's wrong with you?"
Julian, sitting next to an old wooden table under the crimson moonlight, looked frightened: "Don't fire me, don't fire me!" My mother died, really died, so I didn't come to the factory this afternoon...
"Don't fire me! Don't fire me!" Mom, mom, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone in the ward!
"It's all me, it's all me!" "Wow!" Julian burst into tears, like a terrified child.
He seemed to have gone mad.
Jenna stood in the darkness at the door, staring blankly at her brother, feeling that she was slowly and uncontrollably falling into the bottomless abyss.