The Minsk office in the Jowood district has a prominent position in the legal community of the Kingdom of Rune. Although the relationship with Duke Negan is not mentioned, his excellent salary and stable financial chain still attract many barristers.

In the case of the litigator...... Oh no, the appellate side has always had a great reputation.

Located on the outskirts of Beckland's most prosperous business district, there is always no shortage of nobles coming and going at the door of the Minsk office, dressed in gorgeous clothes.

For the sake of these clients, the firm has spent a lot of money on luxurious renovations. The reception hall is resplendent with marble floors popular during the time of Russell the Great, and even the wooden table at the reception desk is hand-carved walnut and worth nearly a thousand pounds.

The day after Klein's farewell, Yager sat face-to-face with a middle-aged lawyer with half-gray hair, sitting on the second floor of a building full of aristocratic corruption.

"If it weren't for Liszt's broken leg, we wouldn't have rushed to recruit assistants." Edmund Winchester, a middle-aged lawyer, said to his new assistant as he stirred the South Rune green tea in front of him.

"The job of an assistant is tedious, especially for inexperienced people. To be honest, despite your excellent resume, I'm not sure you're up to the job. ”

"Don't worry, I'll study hard." Yager held his notebook and nodded sincerely.

Oh, if you can't learn, you can only break Liszt's leg for another month, anyway, the work-related injury allowance is more than the salary.

He sneered inwardly.

In the middle of the conversation, Yager leaned forward a little and moved into the sunlight.

His dark eyes glowed with a multicolored glow, and the soft lines of his face made his temperament coincide with that of the pianist playing in the concert hall.

It is the most popular style among the noble ladies of Beckland.

Seeing this scene, Edmund's heartbroken preaching got stuck, and after a while, he swallowed it back.

"Uh..... I believe that there is no problem with your words. He took a disguised sip of tea, "Your manners are very good, very good, and I am sure that the ladies will be satisfied." ”

Yager looked up at him suspiciously: "My etiquette male nobles don't like it?" ”

"Well, this, some people like it too." Edmund's gaze wandered for a few moments, and he stumbled.

"Anyway, anyway, ahem." He was getting up.

"First of all, go and get funding from Miss Molly from the Finance Department, and your suit should at least pick up a handmade, pure black one in a custom shop in the city center. A miserable assistant can affect the client's judgment of my level. ”

Yager silently wrote down the words 'prostitution funds' in his notebook, and forgave his boss for changing the subject in disguise: "Okay. ”

"Secondly...... Have you studied psychology? In the Southern Continent? Edmund flipped the page of his resume in front of him.

"That's right, I'm pretty good at judging people's psychology." Yager replied without changing his face.

As soon as the spiritual vision is opened, it is easy to observe emotions, how can it not be regarded as a further study?

"Very good, oh, very good..... the middle-aged lawyer began to fall into strange thoughts again, "I believe that you will definitely play your role, yes." ”

Yager's hand shook subconsciously, feeling a chill.

Malicious?

He glanced up at the old lawyer in front of him who was beginning to wander into the world, and the slightly round figure of the other party was obviously ineffective.

The expression didn't look like he was dissatisfied.

What's wrong with that? A person of high personality fell into deep thought.

A knock on the sandalwood door, carved with classical simple carvings, broke the awkward silence in the room.

Miss Melinda, the front desk with makeup details down to the hairline, walked in, and the five-centimeter heels made people worry that her slender ankles would break.

"Mr. Winchester, Viscount Clint is here."

Viscount Clint's five words immediately pulled Edmund, who was addicted to his own world, back.

He hurriedly smoothed his blazer, straightened his glasses, turned around and lowered his voice and said to Yager: "This is my big client, you must be careful with your words and deeds, just record the conversation next to you." ”

Then he turned around and walked to the door: "Please come in, please come in!" ”

Melinda pushed the door open completely, giving way to the place where the young nobleman had come in, and turned around and smiled.

The smile is just right, not flattering but very friendly, obviously deliberately trained.

The Minsk office is well versed in the art of attracting customers, and in addition to the ornate decoration, the front desk must of course be eye-catching.

Melinda is not only outstanding in appearance, but also has excellent academic qualifications, although she often uses her appearance to attract customers, she never has too close contact with any nobles, and maintains a sense of mystery that is close to her detached, which is one of the faces of the firm.

It is rumored that her salary is no less than that of any barrister in the firm.

Today, however, her smile seems to be thrown to someone who doesn't know how to appreciate.

Viscount Clint nodded casually at her, and then went straight to Attorney Edmund, not even paying much attention to Melinda, who was usually so flattering.

The smile of the front desk lady did not decrease, but increased, and she glanced at Edmund, turned and closed the door.

The client ignored her, stating that she would have to pay more than the consultation fee.

Edmund hid the joy of the impending harvest in his heart and greeted the nobleman kindly as he sat on the sofa across from his desk.

Yager duly handed over a cup of tea.

From his distance, Viscount Clint was a slightly unkempt young man, about twenty-seven or eighteen years of age, with disheveled hair and a heavy bluish blackness under his eyes, and was clearly in trouble.

"Do you have any needs for this visit?" Edmund crossed his hands and placed them on his knees.

"That's right," said Clint, leaning forward urgently, "in April of this year, my good friend Lenzer Gelby took charge of the company's overseas trade for me. A week ago, I received news that he was back. ”

"He brought many unique plants from the Southern Continent, and a sample of one of them was able to complete our company's latest papermaking technology, bringing the cost down to less than a penny."

"A penny?" Edmund raised his voice in surprise, his confident sitting posture completely disrupted, "Oh my God, this is incredible news. I mean, did you make it happen? ”

Today's paper, improved by Russell the Great, has taken off the shelves reserved for the aristocracy, but it is still not cheap.

Yager silently calculated in his notebook.

The coarsest paper cost two pence for ten sheets, and Clint was able to cut the cost in half when he succeeded.

By simply reducing prices, Clint was able to monopolize Beckland, and indeed the entire Rune paper company.

He looked up at the nobleman's dark circles.

But mass production probably didn't work out, otherwise Clint would have been ecstatic by now.

Then again, it's just the Viscount, is it really possible for him to succeed?

"Nope." Sure enough, Clint replied frustratedly, "I didn't get those plants." ”

"Lunze put them in a separate warehouse and carried the key with him, and only he knew where the plants were."

"However, on the day we agreed to meet, he didn't come."

"I see, so you want us to help you sue Mr. Lenze Gelby, don't you?" Edmund's excitement was evident in his eagerness compared to his previous attitude.

"I am confident that you will win this case, and Mr. Lenze has almost no chance of winning......"

"No, it's not," Clint interrupted Edmund in a quick voice, gasping for breath, "I'm not trying to send Lenzer to jail. ”

Jager could tell that his anxiety had reached a critical point.

Clint pulled out a scarf-wrapped box from his briefcase and said, "Actually, he's here." Or rather......"

The Viscount shuddered and opened the box.

"A part of him is coming."

In the center of the purple velvet box cushion, a pale and bloody finger lays.