"It's a speech for power. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Moriarty didn't say that, Moran was also a university professor and Moriarty's closest aide, but he wasn't the kind of person who could understand the deeper cause of a thing.

"Back to school?"

"No, go to Professor Brown's house. ”

There was a law salon going on, and the three names on the jury list belonged to the professors who were attending the salon.

The expensive new, elite car struggled through the streets of the city to reach its destination before it was completely dark.

"Welcome, Professor Moriarty. ”

The host of the salon, the owner of the room, Professor Brown, was a middle-aged man who did not smile, and he sat in the middle of the living room and nodded to Moriarty as he walked into the room.

"Sorry, I'm late. ”

"You must be in trouble. ”

"See. ”

Moriarty handed the jury invitation to another professor next to him, Professor Brown's student.

"Aha, in a trial, the jurors' notices were distributed by the defendants. ”

Professor Brown's tone was sarcastic, but Moriarty just smiled.

"Will you bend the law for personal gain?"

"Never!"

"That's why I came to deliver the notice in person, someone wanted me dead. ”

Moriarty's bluntness stunned everyone present.

"Are you innocent, then, Professor Moriarty?"

"It doesn't matter. Moriarty leaned comfortably on the couch, took a sip of his coffee, and let out a pleasant sigh, "The legal advantage of Brittania is that the jury is always as fair as possible, and that's the only thing I want." ”

"You know, Professor Moriarty, I'm more of a continental system. ”

"Of course. ”

Moriarty knew that an argument was coming, which meant that his purpose had been successful.

......

"Old Jack's tavern is full of faces. ”

Little William glared coldly at the young man standing in front of him.

They were almost the same age, young, and full of ambition in their eyes, and every time William looked at this person, he felt that he was standing in front of a mirror, but no one in the entire Xicheng District would say that they were any similar.

"They're with money!

"I'll go. Little William stood up, and the young man leaned forward excitedly, "You stay here." ”

Ignoring the young man who had remained in the room with a disappointed face, William Jr. walked straight towards Old Jack's tavern.

“...... Warriors who are willing to join the voyage will be rewarded with a reward worthy of his courage!"

"Oh!"

In the darkness, the light from the tavern window was obscured by the sudden shadows, and a loud wave of sound could be heard far away in the silence of the night.

William pushed the door open and walked into the tavern, no one noticed his presence, everyone looked at a mountain of gold in the middle of the tavern.

It was a pile of gold Victoria, occupying the only space in the middle of the cramped tavern, as tall as a man's shoulder, and every gold coin shone brightly in the flickering candlelight, dazzling everyone's eyes.

"This is for warriors who are willing to join the voyage!"

A tall man stood in front of the mountain, arms outstretched, and spoke loudly in a tone full of incendiary tones.

"That's the reward for the brave! Think, Bretonian, Drake was just a pirate, but he became a hero! You are no worse than Drake, there is nothing in this world that should not belong to you!"

"Courage also comes at a price. ”

William Jr. himself didn't know why he was talking like that, but he said it anyway.

"Everything in this world has a price, but as long as you are willing to pay the price, you can get terrible wealth! Our voyage ends in a new land given to believers by science, where there are countless riches, all of which belong to the first person who discovered it!"

"Since you have so much wealth, leave this here. ”

William Jr. stepped forward, he didn't know why, he suddenly wanted to do something.

The drunks in the tavern stood behind William, and they were all William Jr.'s men.

"Then you agree with my first point, cheers!"

The man laughed as he raised his glass with open arms and let the beer spill on the gold coins.

A flame suddenly rose in Little William's heart, and the flame licked at his heart, making it unbearable for him.

Then the flame was doused by ice water that fell from the sky.

A group of men walked in silently from outside the tavern, the wooden walls on all sides like soft cream, silently shattering in front of them, and the night wind poured into the room through the cracks, bringing a chill of cold.

"Stop!"

William Jr. yelled at everyone to stop, kicking the drunk, who had already rushed out with the menorah, to the ground.

"Why are we going with you?"

"Dear gentleman, haven't you ever felt like your heart was on fire and made you mad about doing something?"

......

"I've never been, everyone knows that old William is timid and afraid, and he can speak in this southern city, all because of Professor Moriarty's care......"

Old William involuntarily glanced at the mountain of gold coins on the floor again, and then added the last sentence: "Because the professor knows that I am a good person." ”

"Don't deceive yourself, sir, look, as long as one has the courage to ...... like this," the man sitting opposite Old William smiled and raised his right hand, pointing to the shining gold coins in the room, "such a thing is his rightful trophy." ”

"Ah......h

Old William let out a long sigh, and then finally made up his mind.

"You're right, sometimes it's like this, people have to face reality, and the flames are going to drive me crazy!"

The man looked at the musket in Old William's hand and smiled.

"So, you agree with me, don't you?"

William Sr. tried to pull the trigger because he sensed the danger, but in the end he gave up, and the danger didn't give him a chance.

The white light belonging to the Holy See illuminated the room, eclipsing even the light of the gold coins - an ascetic of the Holy See had miraculously taken control of Old William.

"I have no ill intentions, sir," the man stood as he prepared to leave, "I hope that the next time I come here, I will see your true courage." ”

......

"We ...... Why do you want to be a juror? Professor Moriarty is the defendant......"

In a dark alley, a young beggar is carefully looking for a clean place to store the notice, but he is clearly not making any progress.

"But Professor Moriarty himself sent the invitation. ”