See Bono. Goodville's reaction, Angulim's heart suddenly had a little bottom.

He took out a pen and paper and swiped a notarial deed, to the effect that Bono was born. Goodwell swore an oath to the gods that he would not tell a lie in the following inquiries.

As Angulum signed his name as a notary, the paper glowed golden.

Bono. Goodwell swallowed his saliva as he watched, his heart growing nervous.

In the past few years, as Trier's somewhat famous factory owner, he has been exposed to some occult knowledge, and has encountered extraordinary powers beyond the imagination of normal people several times, and he is not unfamiliar with this kind of thing, just like the three kidnappers just now one blew his mouth with a flaming crow, one can create black flames, and the other jumped directly from the third floor.

"Sign your name." Angoulême handed the notarial deed, which had already retracted its golden light, to Bono Goodville.

"Okay."

Bono Goodwell's right hand trembled, and he wrote his name in the place of the promiser.

Every time he finished a letter, there was a flash of gold in his handwriting.

When he had finished writing, Angoulum asked in a deep voice, "Which god do you believe in?"

"The God of Steam and Machinery." There is nothing difficult about this question for Bono Goodwell.

Angoulum moved on to the next question: "Why did you visit the congressman's office on the morning of the explosion at the chemical plant?"

Bono. Goodville hesitated for two seconds, and with fear of supernatural power and divine testimony, under the influence of the residual "truth elixir" effect, he repeated the words he had spoken to Lumian and the others in their original form.

Angulum, Valentine and Imre took turns asking questions, Jean Bono. As much as possible, Goodville reminisced about his conversations with Rhine, the council's secretary, and Tybert, his assistant's secretary.

At the end of the inquiry, Angulum to Bono. "From now on, you will be arrested for arson, premeditated explosions, and homicide, and your property will be temporarily frozen pending compensation for the dead and wounded," Goodwell said.

Bono. Goodwell's face was disillusioned, and he collapsed in his easy chair as if he had lost all his strength.

Valentine took two steps to the door, looked at the corridor outside, and said in a suppressed voice, "Deacon, after bringing this bastard who has blasphemed his faith and betrayed his conscience to the police headquarters, we will officially arrest Yuge. Artois' secretary Rhône?"

Angoulum sighed slowly and shook his head, "Not yet." Didn't you find out? Rhône and the already dead Tybert were very cautious, and they never explicitly said let Bono. Goodwell's explosion of his chemical plant has always been just a hint, a propaganda of the councillor's policy, a philosophy of mourning, and they can justify Bono, Goodville being blinded by interests and misunderstanding their words.

"Nearly two days have passed, and it's hard to find Bono again. Traces of Goodwell's influence by supernatural forces.

"To put it simply, we still don't have strong enough evidence to arrest that secretary Rhone and interrogate him with extraordinary abilities, or can we only summon and interrogate him normally."

Valentine listened with rage, but there was nowhere to do it.

He was 100 percent sure that there was something wrong with the councillor's secretary, but because of the rules, he couldn't use occult tricks against him.

After a few seconds, he looked at Bono Goodville, who was lying in an easy chair like rotten meat, and said in a deep voice, "I would recommend that he be burned at the stake!"

Angulum nodded, and said to Valentine and the half-breed Imre, "Let's go, bring this guy who should be killed in ten ways back to the market area.

Valentine was stunned for a moment and said, "Deacon, don't you track down the three extraordinary people who invaded here just now?" Angoulum laughed, "Why track?" Valentine expressed his confusion with a puzzled look.

Yin Mure, who had long been accustomed to the style of his own deacon, whispered, "Those three extraordinary men sneaked here, neither robbed property nor harmed anyone, but only asked about the explosion of the chemical plant and the visit to the councilor's office, and it is clear that what they are really interested in is the secretary Rhone, it is Huge. Artois MP.

"I'll do both

One of the people who wondered if they were the Aurora Society was the one who killed the assistant secretary Tibert. Angoulum chuckled and added, "Since we can't conduct an in-depth investigation into the councillor's office because of the rules of the contract, why can't we let the wild extraordinaires who are also interested test it and violently squeeze out the pus from the wound and expose it to the sun?"

"Is that okay?" Valentine blurted out.

Angulum laughed and replied, "Of course there is no problem, to deal with those cunning people who are good at using the rules, we need to be more cunning than them, and we can take advantage of the loopholes of the rules, and if necessary, we can even cooperate with some hidden organizations and join forces with the wild extraordinary." The kind of contract we signed with the members of Congress and the government only forbade us to do something, and it didn't say that we couldn't harbor ill will towards them, and we couldn't develop informants among the wild extraordinary, and the wild extraordinary were not restricted by that kind of contract.

"In the same way, those kinds of contracts are mainly restrictive, and do not force us to do certain things, and sometimes we can sit back and watch things happen at the cost of ordinary punishments without touching the contract.

[In view of the general environment,

"Valentine, even under the sun, there are still many shadows, for example, everyone's shadows, you have to learn to live with them, sometimes clear them, sometimes use them, praise the sun!"

Remembering his collaboration with Lumien in the village of Cordu, Valentine reluctantly accepted the deacon's words, opened his arms, and responded, "Praise the sun!"

Angulum added: "I didn't invent these words, from the fall of Russell the Great to the present, the two major churches and the parliament, the government, the military, and the eighth game have been playing games, and everyone has accumulated a lot of experience in the struggle that cannot be put on the table." Otherwise, why do you think I would acquiesce to the existence of the wild extraordinaries in the gangs in the market district? Just by the superintendents' assurances and rhetoric? No, I think there are times when they might come in handy.

"Of course, everyone is responsible for letting the cultists of the evil gods become a big gang, and I am no exception, everything will have advantages and disadvantages.

Valentine pondered in silence for a moment, not asking any more questions.

Similar conflicts are reflected in the province of Lyston, but they are far less obvious and intense than Trier, which is the center of a country.

On the way back from underground Trier to the market area.

Lumian, who had removed the strap, glanced sideways at the silent Jane, and said casually, "I thought you were going to kill Bono on the spot. Goodwell, even give him a little torture that he can't forget even if he turns into a ghost, who knows, you just gave him a stab in the shoulder."

Jana pursed her lips and walked a few steps before replying in a low voice, "If he dies now, I don't know how many years the accident compensation will be delayed, and maybe even a symbolic ......

She didn't care anymore, but there were still a lot of people waiting.

Franka nodded imperceptibly and added, "Don't worry, Bono. Goodville will definitely be sentenced to death, the difference is only one or the other, and we have to leave a clue for the official extraordinary, or we will protect Yuge. Artois, like him, always helped him eradicate hidden dangers."

Jane smiled wryly, "That's our elected councillor, but his secretary and assistant secretary deliberately greeted us with a big bang."

"Are you scared?" Lumian asked mockingly.

Jaina was silent, not knowing what to answer for a moment.

Lumian said to himself: "I have never enjoyed the good of Intis, nor have I ever cast a ballot, and if something like this happens to me, not to mention the secretary of the parliament, even the parliamentarian himself, or even the president who rules this country, I will not let it go!"

"My sister once said that only blood can repay blood, and I don't care what the identity of the bloodshed is."

Jana's expression contorted again, and she said in great pain, "My mother has always taught me to be kind, to know how to forgive, and not to let suffering and hatred control my life, because I can't see the light......

Don't wait for Lumien and Franca

She lowered her head and gritted her teeth, "But I really hate it!"

"If you kill all your enemies, you won't be controlled by hatred." Lumian pursed his lips.

Jana was silent for a few seconds, then said, "At least, at least I won't let go of that secretary Rhône!"

Franka immediately praised, "Good, keep up this spirit." She immediately emphasized: "Of course, revenge cannot be blind or impulsive, and we must wait until we have enough strength and wait until the opportunity arises before taking action, otherwise we will only let our relatives and friends suffer more harm, and see that the enemy is still alive and well."

"Hmm." Jaanna nodded slightly.

Late at night, Jana, who had changed into her usual clothes, returned to her home at 17 rue Pasteur in the Botanical Garden.

It's close to the rue Saint-Ger in the market district and the large number of factories on the south side of the Jardin des Botanatum, which Jane's family had rented to make it easier for Elote and Julien to work.

As soon as Jaina opened the door, she saw her brother Julian squatting by the window with his head in his arms.

Her heart sank, and her voice trembled a little as she asked, "Julian, what's wrong with you?"

Julian, bathed in crimson moonlight next to the old wooden table, looked frightened: "Don't fire me, don't fire me!" My mom died, really passed away, so I didn't come to the factory in the 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!" Woooooo "Julian burst into tears, like a terrified child.

He seems to have gone mad.

Janna stood in the darkness of the doorway, staring blankly at her brother, feeling that she was slowly falling uncontrollably into the bottomless abyss.