Loopholes in the contract

Seeing Bono·Goodwell's reaction, Angoulême felt a little relieved.

He took out Paper and Pen and wrote a copy of Notarized Document, to the effect that Bono Goodwell swore to Deity that he would not tell lies in the subsequent questioning.

As Angoulême signed his name at the position of Notary, Paper glowed golden.

Bono·Goodwell swallowed his saliva and became increasingly nervous.

In the past few years, as the Factory owner of Trier who is somewhat famous, he has come into contact with some Mysticism knowledge and encountered several extraordinary powers beyond normal people's imagination. He is not unfamiliar with this kind of thing, just like the three kidnappers in the picture and book just now. One of them blew his mouth with Flames Crow, one could make black Flames, and the other jumped directly from Third Floor.

"Sign your name." Angoulême handed Notarized Document, which had already restrained the light of Golden, to Bono·Goodwell.

"Okay." Bono·Goodwell's right hand trembled, and he wrote his name in the place of the promisee.

Every time he completed a letter, a little golden light flashed on his handwriting.

After he finished writing, Angoulême asked in a deep voice, "Which Deity do you believe in?"

"'God of Steam and Machinery'." For Bono·Goodwell, this question has no difficulty.

Angoulême moved to the next question:

"Why did you visit Parliament Parliamentarian’s Office on the morning of the Chemical Factory explosion?"

Bono·Goodwell hesitated for two seconds. With the fear of supernatural power and the witness of Deity, under the influence of the residual "Truth Serum" effect, he repeated the words he had said to Lumian and others exactly.

Angoulême, Valentine and Imre took turns asking questions, allowing Bono Goodwell to restore as much as possible the conversation between himself and Member of Parliament Secretary Rhone and assistant Secretary Tibert.

At the end of the inquiry, Angoulême said to Bono Goodwell: "From now on, you will be arrested for arson, intentional explosion, and homicide, and your property will also be temporarily frozen pending compensation for the dead and injured."

Bono·Goodwell looked gloomy, and collapsed on Armchair as if he had lost all his strength.

Valentine took two steps towards the door, looked at the corridor outside, and said in a lowered voice, "Deacon, after bringing this bastard who has blasphemed his faith and betrayed his conscience to Police Headquarters, we will officially arrest Secretary Rhone of Hugh Artois?"

Angoulême sighed slowly and shook his head:

"Not yet.

"Didn't you notice? Rhone and the dead Tibert were very cautious. They never explicitly asked Bono Goodwell to detonate his Chemical Factory. They always just It implies that when they are promoting Member of Parliament's policies and talking about Philosophy about Decay, they can completely defend themselves by saying that Bono·Goodwell was blinded by interests and misunderstood their words.

"And it has been Past nearly two days, and it is difficult to find traces of Bono Goodwell being affected by supernatural forces.

"To put it simply, we still don't have strong enough evidence to arrest Secretary Rhone. With Beyond Ability Interrogation, we can only summon and question him normally."

Valentine felt angry for a while, but there was nowhere he could use his strength.

He was 100% sure that there was something wrong with Member of Parliament Secretary, but due to the rules, he could not use Mysticism methods to deal with him.

After slowing down for a few seconds, he looked at Bono Goodwell lying on Armchair like a puddle of rotten meat, and said in a deep voice, "I would suggest sending him to Stake!"

Angoulême nodded and said to Valentine and the hybrid Imre: "Let's go and bring this guy who should be killed in ten ways back to Market District."

Valentine was stunned for a moment and said, "Deacon, aren't you going to track the three Beyonder who just invaded here?"

Angoulême laughed:

"Why track?"

Valentine expressed his confusion with doubtful eyes.

Imre, who had long been accustomed to his own Deacon's behavior, whispered, "Those three Beyonder sneaked in here. They neither robbed property nor harmed others. They only asked about Chemical Factory's explosion and visit to Parliamentarian’s Office. Obviously, what they were really interested in was that Secretary. Rhone, is Hugues Artois Member of Parliament.

"I even doubt whether they are 'Aurora Order' people. One of them is That One who killed assistant Secretary Tibert."

Angoulême chuckled and added, "Since we cannot conduct an in-depth investigation on Parliamentarian’s Office due to Contract's rules, why can't we let Wild Beyonder, who is also interested, try it out and use violence to squeeze out the pus from the wound and expose it to Sunlight?"

"Is there no problem with this?" Valentine blurted out.

Angoulême funny response:

"Of course there is no problem. To deal with those cunning people who are good at taking advantage of the rules, we must be more cunning than them and be better at taking advantage of the loopholes in the rules. When necessary, we can even cooperate with some Concealment organizations and join forces with Wild Beyonder.

"The contracts signed with members of Congress and senior government officials only prohibit us from doing certain things, but they do not say that we cannot be malicious towards them or develop informants among wild Extraordinary people, and wild Extraordinary people are not restricted by such contracts.

"Similarly, that kind of Contract is mainly a restriction and does not force us to do certain things. Sometimes, we can not touch Contract, at the cost of ordinary punishment, and sit back and watch something happen.

"Valentine, even under Sunlight, there are still many shadows, for example, everyone's shadow. You have to learn to live with them, sometimes clear them, sometimes use them, praise Sun!"

Valentine remembered the cooperation between Cordou Village and Lumian, reluctantly accepted Deacon's words, opened his arms, and responded:

"Praise Sun!"

Angoulême added another sentence:

"I did not invent these words. From the fall of Emperor Roselle to the present, the two major Church and the parliament, government, military, and Eighth Bureau have been competing, and everyone has accumulated a lot of struggle experience that cannot be put on the table.

"Otherwise, why do you think I would acquiesce to the existence of Market District and Wild Beyonder in Gang? Just based on the guarantees and rhetoric of Police Inspector? No, I think they may be useful at some point.

"Of course, for Evil God believers to mix into one big Gang, everyone has a responsibility, and I am no exception. In everything, there are advantages and disadvantages."

Valentine thought silently for a while and did not ask any more questions.

Similar conflicts are also reflected in Leston Province, but they are far less obvious and intense than Trier. After all, this is the center of a country.

On the way back from Underground Trier to Market District.

Lumian, who had taken off the straps, glanced sideways at the silent Jenna, and said casually, "I thought you would kill Bono Goodwell on the spot, and even give him a bit of torture that he would never forget even if he became Ghost. Who knew, you just gave him a stab in the shoulder."

Jenna pursed his lips and took a few steps forward before replying in a low voice, "If he dies now, the accident compensation will drag on for who knows how many years, and it may even only be symbolic..."

She didn't care anymore, but there were still many people waiting.

Franca nodded invisibly and added helpfully, "Don't worry, Bono Goodwell will definitely be sentenced to death. The only difference is which one it is. Moreover, we must also leave clues for Official Beyonder, otherwise it will be like we are protecting Hugh Artois and always help him eliminate hidden dangers."

Jenna smiled sadly:

"That was Member of Parliament whom we selected. His Secretary and assistant Secretary deliberately greeted us with a big explosion."

"Are you scared?" Lumian asked sarcastically.

Jenna was silent, not knowing how to answer.

Lumian said to himself, "I have never enjoyed Intis's benefits, nor have I ever voted. If something similar happens to me, let alone Member of Parliament Secretary, even Member of Parliament himself, or even the president who rules this country, I will not let it go!

"I Older Sister once said that only blood can repay blood. I don't care who the person who bleeds is."

Jenna's expression was Distortion again, and he said in an unusual Pain way, "My mother has always taught me to be kind, to know how to forgive, and not to let suffering and hatred control my life. That way I can't see the light..."

Without waiting for Lumian and Franca to say anything else, she lowered her head and bit Teeth and said, "But I really hate it!"

"Kill all your enemies and your life will no longer be controlled by hatred." Lumian curled his lips and said.

Jenna was silent for a few seconds, then said "Yeah" and said, "At least, at least I won't let go of that Secretary Rhone!"

Franca immediately liked:

"Very good, keep up the spirit."

She then emphasized. "Of course, revenge cannot be blind or impulsive. You must wait until you have enough strength and the opportunity arises before taking action. Otherwise, you will only cause your relatives and friends to suffer more harm, and you will have to watch your enemy still alive and well."

"Yeah." Jenna nodded lightly.

Late Night, Jenna, who had changed into normal clothes, returned to his home in Botanical Garden District Rue Pasteur No. 17 with mixed emotions.

This place is very close to a large number of Factory south of Market District Rue Saint-Ger and Botanical Garden District. In order to facilitate the work of Elodie and Julian, the Jenna family chose to rent here.

Jenna As soon as he opened the door, he saw his brother Julian squatting by the window with his head in his arms.

Her heart sank and she asked with a trembling voice, "Julian, what's wrong with you?"

Julian, who was bathing Crimson Moonlight next to the old Wooden Table, looked frightened:

"Don't fire me, don't fire me!

"My mother passed away, really passed away, so I didn't come here in the afternoon Factory...

"Don't fire me! Don't fire me!

"Mom, mom, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have let you stay alone in the ward!

"It's all me, it's all me!

"Woooooo!"

Julian burst into tears, like an extremely frightened child.

He seems to have gone crazy.

Jenna stood in the darkness at the door, staring blankly at this brother, feeling that he was slowly and uncontrollably falling into the bottomless Abyss.