The quill brush writes little by little: "Dunn Smith was secretly polluted by the notes of the Antigonus family, and later because he entered the dream of Henus Vincent and saw a clear image of the 'true creator,' which caused the contamination of Dunn Smith to spread." ...... Night"

The pale hand hurriedly picked up the pen, just now the quill almost wrote "the goddess of the night", the quill is only a seal after all, if the goddess of the night is also included in the story, it will definitely be noticed by the goddess, and Ince Zangwill, who holds the pen, will definitely die tragically in the city of Tingen.

The pale hand crossed out the word "night" with a quill and continued: "Klein's ritual was successful, but because of spiritual exhaustion, he didn't have time to tell Dunn Smith about Old Neil's ongoing ritual. For a while after that, Klein always forgot to explain to his colleagues because of various things, which in his opinion was not a very important thing, and by the time he had a chance to explain, it was already too late.

"Neal Sr. is going on a ritual that will cause his form to spiral out of control again, maybe three weeks, maybe four weeks later, and he'll be back on the verge of losing control. Old Neil's loss of control is inevitable, after all, his ritual has attracted certain attention, and as long as his ritual continues, it will be re-polluted and at risk of getting out of control again.

"His loss of control will take a toll on Dunn Smith's psyche and make Dunn's previous covert contamination even worse, allowing him to do what Ince Zangwill expects......

"It's puzzling why Klein realized that Neal Sr. was on the verge of losing control? His fortunes have changed wonderfully here, could it be because he got ......"

The pale hand hurriedly lifted the pen again, and he had a hunch that if he allowed the quill pen to write, it would definitely make things uncontrollable.

Quickly close the diary, and this story full of accidents has come to an end for the time being.

Ince looked at the lawn outside with one eye and sighed, why is the story of the city of Tingen always subject to some uncontrollable disturbances? Especially this Klein, why does he always mess up the stories he has written?

……

On Tuesday morning, Hobart took the relevant documents and took the law firm's carriage to visit his client, Mr. Polley, in the western suburbs.

Mr. Polley was an old man in his fifties, with thinning, wrinkled hair, and a pipe smoker with an unsmiling appearance.

"I'm going to sue the Ellies, I swear, I'm going to make them pay!" Mr. Polley took his pipe in his mouth and said, "Last night, yes, it was last night that his giant dog in the basement came out again and made a mess of my flower pond, but Ellie, the old bastard, still said that he didn't have a dog, let alone a huge dog!" ”

Listening to Mr. Polley's grumbling for a long time, Hobart probably understood that Mr. Polley and the Airlie family were neighbors, but they did not get along well.

The first is that the beliefs of the two families are different, Mr. Polly's family believes in the goddess of the night, and the Airlie family believes in the Lord of the Storm, they have been neighbors for more than ten years, and they have been arguing for more than ten years.

Recently, however, Airlie had kept a giant dog in the basement, which occasionally escaped from the basement, destroying Mr. Polly's flower beds and even killing many chickens.

However, Mr. Airlie did not admit that he had a dog, and Mr. Polley had no choice but to ask a friend to find Hobart's law firm.

Hobart asked, "Have the neighbors seen the giant dog?" Are they willing to testify for you? ”

"I've seen it! The Will family in front and the Allen family on the left have seen it, and they are willing to testify for me. Polly said, "Go and judge him, Mr. Hobert, and let the Airlies know that they know how good I am." ”

Hobert laughed, "Mr. Polly, I'm just a lawyer, not a judge. ”

He said, "Before going to the magistrate's court, I will go and talk to Mr. Airlie, and if he is willing to compensate you for your damages, then everyone will have no trouble." If he wants to go to the magistrate's court to solve the problem, we will accompany him to the end. ”

Mr. Polly said, "Yes, Mr. Lawyer, then I'll listen to you." ”

In fact, he didn't really want to go to the magistrate's court, it would be too troublesome.

Hobart asked, "How much are you going to pay Mr. Airlie for compensation?" ”

"100 pounds! Mr. Lawyer, I will make him pay 100 pounds. ”

"This compensation is too high for the judge to accept." "My recommendation is £10 for damages, and £10 for lawyers," Hobert said. ”

£20 is acceptable for a yeoman farmer, and if it were to pay £100, it is estimated that the Airlie family would be truly bankrupt.

The pipe in Mr. Polley's hand trembled: "O goddess! You even ask for a £10 commission fee? ”

"Didn't your friend tell you about our fees?" Hobert smiled, "This is already the lowest charge. ”

"Alright, alright, Airlie is the one who pays for it anyway."

After the details were negotiated, the contract was signed, and Mr. Hobert asked Mr. Polley to take him to visit the Will and Allen families, and as Mr. Polley said, they were both willing to testify on Mr. Polley's behalf, for they were both frightened by the sight of the Giant Dog.

In the end, Hobart went to visit Mr. Airlie alone, and Mr. Airlie happened to be at home, and after learning of Hobert's intention, Airlie said loudly at the door: "How many times have I said it, it is that old Polly who is dizzy, and our family has never had a dog." Okay, okay, if he goes to court, I'll be with him to the end. ”

His voice was so loud that Mr. Polley, who was on the other side of the fence, could hear it clearly: "Old thing, we used to quarrel and I thought you were a man, but now you look like a clown!" ”

The quarrel between the two caused one dog after another to bark, and you could tell from the sound that the dog was not small.

Mr. Polley's words made Airlie blush, and seeing that the two of them were about to enter their separate states, Hobert hurriedly said, "Mr. Airlie, may I take a look at your basement?" The neighbors have seen that the giant dog came out of the basement. ”

"Okay," said Airlie, "I can trust you, Mr. Lawyer, and I will tell you that your promise to be Mr. Polley's lawyer will surely be a stain on your career." ”

As he spoke, Airlie led Hobart to the outside door of the basement, and the barking of the dog seemed to get closer and closer.

But when I opened the door to the basement, there were only farm tools and sundries, and there were no animals at all!

Wait a minute! Hobart felt a familiar, distorted feeling, much like the feeling of using the power of the "lawyer" path in the "land of disorder"!