After a few minutes, Aemond finally recovered from his suffocating state, and he didn't know how he managed to become a barrister so easily.

"Did you read the news?" The lawyer, who was still taking a deep breath, couldn't help but ask Yager, who looked quite calm.

"What's the news?" Yager was stunned.

Aemond handed him today's newspaper and looked at the black-haired youth's face in disbelief: "I thought you went so long because you were reading the newspaper. ”

The old lawyer only said half a sentence.

It's not reading the newspaper, so it's kidneys to go for so long......

Unlike the great fools, who had the experience of using the lavatory regularly, and Yager, who had never been questioned about such an awkward subject, did not hear Aemond's unfinished meaning.

Otherwise, he would have defended himself in a big way.

Yager is now concentrating on the Beckland Morning Post, which he has taken over.

The newspapers of this era had the style of a headline party, and in order to keep the busy people interested in reading it, the newspapers were committed to putting all the breaking points into the lengthy headlines.

For example, the front page of today's morning newspaper headlined: 'Prospect Viscount Clint arrested on the street, is it a port star or a criminal who murdered his friend?' '

Under arrest?

After reading the title, Yager moved his eyebrows.

When Clint left last week, he also said that he was going to the police station to call the police, how could he wait until today to suddenly be arrested on the street.

Where does the arrest warrant come from?

When it comes to arrests, we have to talk about Rune's criminal law system. A Beckland offender needs at least enough evidence to convict, such as fingerprints on the murder weapon, for a judge to issue an arrest warrant.

A single severed finger, at most, linking Clint to the disappearance, would have given the police the authority to "invite" him to tea, and the arrest was completely groundless.

Yager read the first paragraph of the newspaper: "Viscount Clint was arrested at the docks of East Byrant, and the police read out the charges against this inhuman demon on the spot, and escorted him to the carriage. ”

He looked up at one of the most well-known lawyers in the Minsk office: "Which evidence is enough to convict?" It doesn't seem to be in the law. ”

"Shh Aemond shook his head and took a sip of tea, "How can we judge the level of the judge." ”

I see, it's a new law that just came out this afternoon.

Yager lowered his head and continued reading, skipping the long condemnation and going straight to the charge.

'In the manor house on Carnation Street, the great philanthropist Lenze Gelby was brutally murdered and burned. The remains of Mr. Gelby were left with a finger on which he wore a ring given to him by a murderer he had misbelieved. '

As someone who had seen Severed Finger and Clint, he was quite sure that Mr. Gelby had neither been burned nor killed by Clint.

It's even possible to live and struggle in a corner of Beckland.

So whose hand is this charge?

The first thing that came to Jager's mind was Duke Negan, who had sent someone to warn them today that they were not allowed to help.

The Duke even sent an Extraordinary One with him, probably to confirm with his psychic vision that they were not lying.

But on second thought, he ruled out that possibility.

Duke Negan was obviously more sophisticated than Viscount Clint, and if he had planned this case, there was no reason why Clint would have been given the opportunity to come to the firm for consultation.

Even last Friday, when they met, Duke Negan was unaware of it.

So the duke is at most an accomplice to the new addition.

The culprit of this is probably another wave of similarly powerful factions.

But Yager, who was originally just a small shop appraiser, couldn't think of a possible suspect for the time being.

He flipped through a page of the newspaper, ready to look at the list of factions that had profited. After all, whoever can get the benefits has the direct motivation to do this.

However, the first thing that caught his eye was another line of words.

At the beginning of the second page, a gray newspaper with a faint scent of ink reads:

After investigating Viscount Clint's whereabouts over the past month, the police department made a startling discovery: Clint had a close relationship with the well-known wanted criminal Bill Rudolph! The wanted man has recently disappeared, and some people claim to have seen him in the Eastern District, and the author seriously suspects that the two cases are very closely related. '

There is a photo next to it.

A middle-aged man of about forty years of age, so thin that he was almost out of shape, and a pair of lake-green eyes looked gloomily through the newspaper.

Bill Rudolph.

He came into this world to see the first "man".

A member of the Psychic Alchemy Society sought by the Storm Church.

Yager's mind conjured up the dim lantern, the wriggling corpse swallowed into his mouth by his tentacles, and the members of the Church of the Storm who followed.

It seems that the investigation of the Eastern End is imperative.

Bill is inextricably linked to his appearance, and the pocket watch, as well as the moon and the object of invocation, are all secrets that Bill knows.

What's more, Clint, Lenzer, Bill, all three of them have intersections with the East End. What exactly is hidden in the East End?

Is this really just a coincidence?

"How?" Finding that Auger had fallen into a long silence after turning the page, Aemond asked.

"Hmm...... See a familiar face. Yager's gaze departed from the words.

"Bill Rudolph, the most wanted man for the church. He showed up at the pawnshop where I worked last week, and someone from Storm Church came to inquire. ”

He flipped the newspaper over so that the lawyer could see the picture.

"Do you know this man?"

Edmund gave him a shocked look and reached for the paper, "Oh my God...... You have too many disasters and many troubles. ”

The last rays of the evening shone through the window, shining on Aemond's increasingly tired and lost expression.

He sat in his chair and stared at the photo in silence for a moment before continuing: "Bill Rudolph used to be quite an active figure in Beckland's social scene. ”

"He is a professor at a national university, with a good manners and elegant conversation, and has won the hearts of many noble girls."

But for some reason, one day, he suddenly wanted to climb up in a frenzy, and did whatever it took to do so, betraying the trust of many innocent students. In the end, he even fell into the abyss of believing in a cult. ”

"Listen, kid." He sat up straight, his dark blue eyes turned to look at Yager, "The most important thing to do as a lawyer in Beckland is to dispel your curiosity. ”

"I've seen a lot of great lawyers who love their profession too much and always look into each case in depth."

"Without exception, in the end they all returned to the embrace of the goddess."

Aemond closed his eyes and drew the shape of a goddess's emblem on his chest.

"So give up your pointless inquiry into this case, I've told you all I know."

It takes some skill to survive in a place like Beckland and become a barrister.

The old lawyer admonished earnestly.

However, Yager next to his desk didn't listen at all.

His eyes widened slightly, and his pure black pupils fixed on the arc of Aemond's arm.

The shape of the curve seems to resemble a crescent moon.

Moon.

An indescribable frenzy suddenly appeared in him, as if the hunter had finally grasped the slightest clue to his prey.

"Yes, you're right." Yager's Adam's apple rolled a little, "I feel like I also need to ask the priest to purify my misfortune." Where is the nearest church of the goddess in Beckland? ”

"Oh, you really should go." Aemond looked up at him closely, pity in his eyes.

"I suggest you go to St. Samuel's Cathedral, where the pious bishop, the goddess of the night, is there, and where your troubles can best be solved."

He didn't notice Yager's suppressed demeanor.

The last rays of light on the distant horizon vanished into the sky, and behind the dim clouds, the scarlet moonlight could be faintly seen.

"I will."

In front of the window, the corners of the black-haired youth's mouth hooked up into a strange smile.