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Chapter 42: the cunning man (two)

The second trial was also held in a heavy atmosphere. "Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, you must have thought carefully about the defense words of the Darmark family. Imagine that your titles and honors depend on the achievements of ancestors and their own efforts, and now, a young girl, there is no substantial evidence to prove her identity." the white tuttai big prosecutor of white tuttai came to the front of the lawyer's bench and stood, stared at Matilda for a long time, the girl who was in a tranc, who was in a tranc, gigsmismismiat him. "If this solemn court suddenly becomes funny, if this solemn court suddenly becomes funny, then, a woman who has no culture and no clear brain, a woman who has changed her body and turned into our class, and become a figure who sits on the same level with all the people present together with everyone present." white tuttai's big prosecutor went to stand and stood in front of the lawyer's bench, and stared at Matilda for a it's a matter of time. Is there anything more that can trample on the dignity of the nobility? It can be imagined that people across the country will laugh from now on. The so-called nobility no longer need excellent blood, wisdom and achievements, but with a lawsuit, we can get the status that we may need decades or generations to have. " The lawyer complained wrongly, "your honor, what the prosecution just said is full of malicious attacks on the parties." But later, the words of the prosecutor have played a role, and people in the audience are talking and talking. After the judge symbolically warned Bai Tutai, he warned the lawyer, "please come up with more favorable evidence. I don't want to hear the untrustworthy words of both sides, otherwise, this serious inheritance dispute will become a farce." "Then, whose words are trustworthy?" the lawyer looks very depressed, and he asked Bai Tutai. "People who really have the right to confirm her identity, such as" Bai Tutai smiled slyly, "old Dahl Mark Baron, not the so-called servant and housekeeper." The Royal spies have all the true information. The old Baron is no different from the dead except for his intermittent weak breathing. Even in the name of visiting patients, the emperor sent the royal doctor and two counselors to ensure that they were not pretending to be ill. In fact, it's not necessary for him to pretend to be ill. If he could make a will to admit his daughter early, the lawsuit would not be able to fight at all. And the old Baron was a miser. He never wanted to find his daughter. He preferred to bring money into the coffin, and never let it go until his breath stopped. That's why he was relieved to work on the issue of the status of heirs. The lawyer lowered his head and no one saw it. He had a conspiracy on his face. "When the court was in recess a few days ago, we wanted to call a new witness. Now, he has come and is waiting in the back room." "Please tell me the identity of the witness. I have to consider whether his words are reliable, rather than wasting precious judicial time." The lawyer's words made a lot of noise in the court. "Your honor, the new witness is old Dahl Mark Baron. Although he is weak at present, he is lucid and in line with the legality of confession after the examination of several doctors." When old Dahl Mark Baron slowly walked into the hall with the help of others, Baitoutai felt a fluster, which was absolutely impossible. "What did the agents of the intelligence agency grow up on? Their negligence is fatal to me." the prosecutor leaned on the table, not to be knocked down by the sudden vertigo, but the Royal emissary stood up straight and gaped. The socket of the eye is deep, the hair is like withered grass in the winter, the face is blue and white, and the hand is exposed from the sleeve, as if only a layer of dark skin is left on the bone. If it wasn't for his inarticulate speech, everyone would think that there were mummified dead things in front of us. "Old Baron, could you tell me if the lady sitting on the right is your daughter: Dalmak Paris?" He turned his head blankly and looked at it for a moment with empty eyes. "Yes." "Are you willing to make a will to recognize her inheritance rights?" "Yes." "Because your daughter doesn't know how to deal with things, would you like to give the custody to your nephew: Hiber dalmarck?" "I'm very clear that little Hebrew is the best choice." The old Baron's words were pushed out of the throat, dry and emotionless. It seems that what he is explaining is something about someone else's family. The lawyer showed his hand to the public, "no matter how harsh the law is, it will not prevent a father from giving his family property to his daughter." Baitoutai managed to come forward, "Sir, from your words, I can't hear your love for your daughter at all. Is it not that you have difficulty in saying it?" He hoped that the other party was coerced and said it insincerely, which was the only clue he could grasp. "I really don't like this child, but the family business is not handed down to their descendants. Is it possible to confiscate it into the Treasury?" the old Baron let the prosecutor no longer find any reason to stop the judge's verdict. At this time, the emperor's envoy's entourage went to Baitoutai and whispered a few words to him. The prosecutor's face changed. He hesitated and asked the judge compromise: "apply for a few days of postponement of the court hearing." The judge didn't seem to agree, "now that the parties have come, I think this lawsuit should be over." "One of our important witnesses was not present, please agree." The judge was hindered by the majesty of the emperor, "I can comply with your request, but tomorrow we must hold a final hearing again without any delay." Baitoutai smiled miserably. In his career, he had never failed in such a reversal, and his accumulated reputation was destroyed. Moreover, one night, he couldn't think of any way to turn defeat into victory. Up to now, Bai Tutai can't believe that the old Baron can still go to court soberly. With the old man's condition, he should have been a few feet deep underground for a long time. Is it the wrong intelligence or a supernatural event? He looked up to the auditorium and did not know when the emperor's envoy had left. 16, fourteen Avenue, St Paul. This is a small hotel. The first floor is occupied by two owners and two couples. There are only four bedrooms on the second floor. This kind of half stay and half rent hotel is cheap. Pobede was standing in front of the door. He had just got off the carriage, walked a few steps, and was smeared with mud on his bright shoes. Now, he can only hope what the letter said that there is still a turnaround. Otherwise, Pobede would have to face the emperor's anger. "I'm looking for Mr. Twain." Pobede said to the boss who came to meet him. He soon saw the straw. A middle-aged man with grey hair, well maintained, his skin appears healthy and ruddy, and there is no fine wrinkle in his eyes. "First of all, I have to apologize. I didn't believe what you said, which led to a dilemma now." "People will regret not learning to swim only when they are dying; only in hell will they yearn for the sunshine that they never cherish." Carl Tiven's tone is arrogant. Although the Imperial Envoys hate this kind of disrespectful words, it adds a bit of confidence. The wise and the prophet are all this virtue. As long as he can save himself from the emperor's coming anger, and as long as he can really be a prophet, the imperial envoy feels that everything can be forgiven. "In fact, I've been paying attention to this case, and I've got harvest. The real Dalmak Paris is here." "You mean the one in the court is a fake?" Pobede shook his head, "it doesn't matter whether it's true or not. The key is that the old Baron just admitted it himself. Even if it's a fake, it's now a real one." "Is that old Baron in line with the legitimacy of certification? As far as I know, he is critically ill." "There's a doctor's certificate, and it's going to be finalized tomorrow. We don't have time to overturn the unreliability of doctors." "A dying patient suddenly gets better?" "Yes, it's just inconceivable. Otherwise, he bribed the officials of the intelligence office and let out smoke bombs. But I can't believe that more than a dozen detectives and consultants betrayed the emperor. Even the high-ranking Dukes can't do this." Pobede said without reservation. "It's difficult. We need to find a breakthrough." "What is the breakthrough point?" "No, I don't know. There is a condition. I will replace Mr. Baitoutai as the chief prosecutor tomorrow." "Oh, you can't say how. How can I believe you?" "If you can find me before the second trial, the current situation can be avoided at all. Now, I can only go to the court to find a way." Fulan smiled and touched the moustache on his mouth. "I am confident that I can make the case return to the track that the emperor wants." "Do you have the qualification to go to court?" "Of course, I'm also a prosecutor." he took out his certificate, and the seal on it was not forged. Pobede sighed, and his scowling face made him look older. "Well, it's up to you." To be honest, Pobede is not optimistic that there will be a turnaround tomorrow, but he wants to keep Baitoutai's position. In private, there are several disputes that Baitoutai helped to solve. "If you can succeed, everyone is happy; if you fail, at least Baitoutai will not be responsible for all the crimes. At that time, he played some tricks in the report, so that this guy became the biggest cause of failure. At present, no prosecutor would dare to take over the case, so he had to run into it himself." Fulan was also thinking that he had to find a reason to confirm that the words of the old Baron could not be used as evidence in justice. This is the only way out. "Give me all the information you prepared before going to court," Fulan said. "It will be delivered immediately." At night, Fulan looked at a large stack of documents on the table. Paris knocks on the door and comes in. "Mr. Twain, are you sure?" "Yes, now you just need to have a good sleep, raise your spirit and go to court tomorrow." "Maybe I can go straight to my cousin, that is, the Viscount of Hebrew. It's not good for the family to fight for life and death in court." "Don't hold that idea." Fulan warned, "he didn't have a good idea. Moreover, even if you win the lawsuit and become an heir, you have to guard against that cousin. He is ambitious to control your manor." "We're a family." Paris's eyes were red. "In front of interests, emotion is a luxury to priceless thing." Paris is still kind-hearted to think about others, "but my cousin and the emperor are against each other. Is he not afraid?" "Behind him, but Lancaster, the most noble family." Fulan was moved by the girl's pure conscience, "presumably, he has given half of the ownership of the manor to Lancaster in exchange for support." The girl opened her eyes in surprise. In the eyes of ordinary people, Lancaster represents all the noble classes. "Don't worry, go to sleep." Fulan patted the girl's head and sent her out. He continued to put it into the document, "there are many things that can show that Baron is too stingy to give half a yuan to others. His son, because he has no money, can only buy a cheap inferior horse, and he was broken ribs. What's more ridiculous is that at the stage of recuperation, he was reluctant to spend money on famous doctors and expensive drugs for his son, which led to Paris's brother falling ill and weak, and finally died before he was 35 years old. " Such a greedy person would cooperate and agree to give the custody right, which is equal to the ownership of his property, to his nephew, Viscount Hebrew? According to Paige's thinking mode and behavior style, there must be something wrong with the old Baron. He can't let Lancaster get gold and add strength again. "Tomorrow, I must find the flaws in the old Baron," Fulan thought. Dongcheng hotel. "You did a good job." Peggy said that the person who received the praise was the one who supported Baron Darmark in court. The man bowed slightly to express his thanks. "Dragon vein people are really wonderful people. They can manipulate corpses with their ideas, making them seem alive." "My ability is not outstanding in the underground world." "You are too modest." When the old Baron was alive, Lancaster always wanted to get gold. But the stingy old thing oil and salt do not enter, holding the property is not willing to let go. So a dose of chronic poison solved the problem. It provoked the ambition of the Hebrew Viscount and made the emperor think that it was the opportunity to send a royal envoy to the West... All things were planned by Reinschmann. Of course, it is reasonable to do it carefully, otherwise, Lancaster will face the siege of the noble Presbyterian Council and the royal family. There is another thing to weigh carefully. Peggy frowned after Longmai people left. She learned from the intelligence network that there was an upcoming storm in the underground world. Her supporter, Igo Andres, is in danger of being overthrown. The opponent is a group of people who have strange abilities and call themselves dragon vein people. "Then, I'll give up on you." Peggy decided that since Fedu's disobedient monkey was murdered by Igo, she has always had this idea. But it's not a good thing that a group of dragon vein people gather. It's hard to control. Ten dragon vein people can be solved by one army, but fifty, one hundred, there is a risk of backfiring on the master. They have to be divided and killed each other so that their strength is not too strong and they can play with the stock. Peggy remembers that among the Longmai people, there were brothers and sisters called Corleone, especially the brother called "shadow Walker", who was quite authoritative, but not enough to drive the whole underground world. "Ideal new supporter." Peggy opened the window, and the gloomy clouds made the night sky like the deepest black mud of a large group of marshes, without any stars.