The week's tarot will end amid mixed speculation among the members.

It's a pity that Klein didn't choose to announce the mission in the end, but was ready to ask Miss Justice again in private.

In fact, after this observation, the problem is not that he does not trust Mr. Bishop. After all, the bishop's peddling of the true God's intelligence had already shocked the Tarot Society, and no one thought that he would be a member of the Orthodox God Church now.

The degree of possible illegality ranges from covert organizations to cult believers.

The problem is that Klein can't afford to ask for a bishop.

Neither knowing the real name of the gods, he sighed under pressure.

The Fool's style is an obstacle, and if it's up to him to post tasks, there can't be a situation where he can't afford to be paid.

So the vest had to be put on the agenda, Crane looked at himself in the bathroom mirror and rubbed his face.

But at least this time he learned a lot.

A few hundred meters away, Yager, who was with him in the Jowood district, also returned to reality, in the bathroom of the Minsk office.

Dressed in a pure black coat and a black top hat, he pushed open the dark mahogany door that even the bathroom was carved and returned to the golden hall of the office.

"Assistant Dryster, Mr. Lawyer is looking for you." He hadn't walked a few steps before Melinda at the reception desk in the lobby on the first floor stopped him from a distance.

Aemond looking for him? But he had just come down ten minutes earlier.

"I see, thanks." Yager nodded to her, paused, and turned to walk up the wide marble steps.

Tarot's Monday meeting time at 3 p.m. was so shady for those who had a regular job that he had to excuse himself from the bathroom to find an opportunity to attend.

However, he didn't have to be away for long, and Aemond didn't necessarily need an assistant to be there to receive clients, so it was a bit unusual to rush to find him.

In fact, Yager's doubts are quite valid.

He knocked on the door of Aemond's office, and when he pushed it open, three figures appeared in the room.

In addition to the lawyer himself, there was an old man in a tuxedo with gray hair smeared with hair oil, and a middle-aged man in military uniform, sitting on the sofa across from his desk.

The two of them turned their heads in a majestic manner as the door was pushed open.

"Come in, Dresser," said Lawyer Aemond, wiping his sweat from his handkerchief, and said to Yager, "these two are the representatives of His Excellency the Duke. ”

As if he had been pardoned, he came and closed the door, grabbed Yager's arm, and led him to his desk.

"This is my assistant, Mr. Dressster, who was there last Friday when he received Viscount Clint."

"Hmm." The old man who looked like a butler on the opposite side replied nonchalantly.

Aemond's cold sweat fell again, and he had to take out his handkerchief and wipe his forehead again: "Do you have any instructions?" ”

The atmosphere in the room gradually became suffocating.

In the crimson-carpeted office, two strangers sit on a purple couch and look at Aemond with a hint of oppression towards the lawyer.

"There's such a thing." Under Aemond's nervous gaze, the old butler slowly spit out the words, "Since everyone is here, then I'll say it directly." ”

"Mr. Duke is very dissatisfied with the unprofessionalism of your law firm."

Aemond's hand on the table shook a few times: "Excuse me...... What do you think is wrong with you? ”

The old housekeeper maintained an expressionless demeanor and took out a few pieces of paper from his briefcase: "For example, Mr. Duke did not know the news of Viscount Clint's visit to the law firm at the first time. ”

He put his hands on his lap and stared straight at Aemond with his light gray eyes: "You know who invested in the law firm, right?" Attorney Emond. ”

"When, of course." Lawyer Aemond replied tremblingly, "But, not all news is worth bothering the Duke, is it?" I thought ......"

"What do you think?" The butler interrupted mercilessly, "Viscount Clint is the Duke's key collaborator, and he had such a big accident, and you didn't report to the director?" ”

"Did you know that this has a significant impact on the relationship between Duke Negan and Viscount Clint?"

Three series of questioning left Aemond speechless.

The butler glanced at Aemond and didn't expect his reply, but continued the topic directly: "Which of you touched the box with the severed finger at that time?" ”

"Nope." Yager looked nervously at the lawyer who was clenching his handkerchief tightly and opened his mouth to answer for him.

"None of us have had direct contact with the severed finger or the wooden box except for Viscount Clint himself, and have only observed it through tissues."

"Good." Hearing this, the old butler finally bowed his head with a hint of satisfaction, "Your office will not disappoint His Excellency the Duke to the end. ”

He handed Aemond a few pieces of paper in his hand.

"The Duke means that this case is done here." The butler leaned back and sat on the sofa in an arrogant manner.

"If Viscount Clint contacts you in any way at a later date, or your assistant, he must answer as is written on paper."

From Yager's point of view, he could clearly see a few lines on the paper.

'There is too much evidence in the case to defend it, and it is advisable to plead guilty as soon as possible. '

'If you continue to resist, the likely sentence will increase, and a fine will be imposed, and now the Duke will come forward to save you. '

'The plea police can return the key to your raw material warehouse, and now they have a clue. '

Looking horizontally and vertically, the paper is full of two big characters.

Plead guilty.

Yager's eyes shone slightly.

It seems that Duke Negan is ready to make a move on Clint.

The Duke thinks he can monopolize the benefits of the paper mill? Or are you dissatisfied with the division of the seats of the parliamentarians?

As for the pile of nonsense on paper about the conclusive evidence, he didn't believe a word.

Clint didn't lie about his own actions, and indeed only received a severed finger, where did so much evidence come from.

The duke's trick is nothing more.

"Okay, we'll do it." In the brightly lit office, Attorney Emond groveled in agreement.

"You'd better not have any accidents." The butler snorted coldly and stood up, not even bothering to use the superficial honorifics.

The uniformed man next to him also stood up.

The man in military uniform nodded to the butler, and the two looked at each other.

"Mr. Duke attaches great importance to this case, and if there are any developments in the future, he must report it as soon as possible."

The old butler turned his gaze back to Aemond, wiped his undusty hand with a tissue on the table, and tossed it haphazardly into the trash.

"I see, thanks for the instructions." Aemond hastened to open the door for him.

"Well, farewell." The butler nonchalantly agreed.

The door closed under the watchful eyes of Aemond and Yager.

Aemond gasped and slumped into his chair, his chest heaving violently.

"That's the end of the case, you know." He raised a hand and gestured to Yager.

"Okay." Yager poured Emond a glass of water, fearing that the poor lawyer would not be able to breathe, and that he would be burdened with another murder.

But.

His gaze drifted to the door.

The man in military uniform just now counted the highest-ranking extraordinaries he had seen in Beckland for so long.

What the sequence looks like around six.

Yager equates the royal family of Rune, Duke Negan, and the supernatural forces.

It seems that he came to the Minsk office to suppress one of the forces.