The carriage carrying Baron Hopmann took a long detour and passed by the southeast corner of the city. Baron Hopmann kept a gloomy face and looked out the window without saying a word until the carriage rounded the foot of a mountain and was suddenly blocked by the traffic ahead.
After being blocked and unable to move, he raised his sight and glanced from the car window to the right front:
"What's going on? Why is the traffic jam like this?"
"Ah, this is the newly built infectious disease hospital." The magician who was ordered to "invite" him answered without looking at it. While answering, he pointed to the temple emblems on the carriages outside the left window:
"With the traffic jam like this, I'm afraid the priests who came to the hospital to help with treatment have finished their work and are preparing to return."
Baron Hopman looked in the direction he pointed, his eyelids twitching quickly. The magician seemed to have disappeared and continued:
"All the victims of this plague are being treated inside. So far, 1,352 people have been admitted to the hospital and died - when I set out, they said it was 79 people. Now, there should be more."
The Baron was silent. More than a thousand patients, 79 lives - if it were in his territory, they wouldn't be able to die, just some physical pain. However, the place where the accident happened was the city of Nevis, and the people who died were all free people.
It’s another property:
Every free citizen is the property of the city ruler!
Damn old woman, you are causing me so much trouble! The baron said bitterly in his heart. The carriage waited for a while, passed the oncoming carriages and horses, and continued to move forward. Then it turned around the foot of a mountain, leaving the building of the Infectious Diseases Hospital far away.
Behind him, the magician suddenly leaned to the right, looking past the baron and looking out the window on the right:
"Ah, this is the new mage tower..." He couldn't help but admire: "I am only a third-level mage, but I can have a high-level mage tower. I am so envious. I can have my own tower anytime. Ordinary ones."
That’s fine too…”
Only Level 3? Baron Hopman’s heart skipped a beat. He tried to be as relaxed as possible and asked in a pretend chat:
"Oh? Which mage is so powerful? The biological son of the legendary mage?"
"If that's the case, I'd give up." The companion sighed:
"But that's not the case. He just relied on his own ability. Not long after arriving in Nevis, he had already published several articles on "Magic" and "Arcana". He was also the first to identify this plague and presided over the treatment -
—Oh, by the way, his name is Gretel Nordmark, have you heard of it?"
"..."
Baron Hopman secretly grinded his teeth, turned his head, and refused to speak anymore. The two remained silent all the way, got off the carriage in front of the White Tower, and walked into the Emergency Management Department. Johnny Colin personally received the Baron, and the courtesy was
After the pleasantries, a large stack of confessions and two magic crystals were placed in front of the baron.
"...What does this mean?" Baron Hopman turned over the confessions of the servants one after another. While reading, he listened to the confessions of his wife and sister-in-law, and finally sneered:
"What does a necromancer spreading plague have to do with my wife? When can the words of a few servants be used to testify against a noble?!"
"The servant's confession is indeed less effective." Johnny Colin looked at him calmly:
"However, the servant's testimony, Master Slimin's confession, and the previous actions of the Madam are enough to cause the Department of Emergency Management to have reasonable doubts. In view of the serious nature of the plague incident, we are considering applying to the review committee and using magical means to find the truth.
"
Baron Hopman's eyes flickered. After decades of marriage, he knew better than anyone what kind of temper his wife was. Looking for his sister to cast a plague for revenge was really something she could do - in the past few decades, husband and wife
During the quarrel, she threatened more than once, "Let my sister come over and curse you to death"...
And the truth, as long as it is there, cannot be hidden under magic.
"I don't agree." He replied with a cold face. "We are nobles. There is no reason to use magic on my wife just because of the testimony of a few servants!"
"Are you sure you disagree?"
"Sure."
"Okay, please sign here." Johnny Colin touched the pile of documents on the right and pushed over a form, along with a quill dipped in ink. His movements were familiar and he looked prepared.
looks like:
"Since you insist on not allowing it, we will hold a hearing in the city hall to apply for a compulsory license for magical interrogation."
Baron Hopman's hand froze in the air. Once the hearing was held, whether it was possible to pass or not, what his wife did would be spread throughout the aristocratic circle on the spot. Those nobles would not care about the truth. On the spot,
You can convict their family in your heart!
"Would the judges agree?" He quickly turned his thoughts and looked for a counterargument angle that was favorable to him:
"If a hearing is held and the truth of the matter is made public, the reputation of the Parliament will also be damaged. Neither the review committee nor the Black Crow Swamp will be willing to let the public know that it was a necromancer who poisoned it, right?
"
"That's not the case." Johnny Colin replied confidently. "The reputation of the Parliament comes from fair trials and from bringing criminals to justice in a timely manner. By the way, Master Slimin's punishment has already been
It’s confirmed—death penalty.”
The Baron breathed rapidly. If the Council did not care about publicity, he would have nothing to blackmail—wait—
"You can't apply!" His voice suddenly rose: "No noble would agree to use magic to interrogate a baroness for such a trivial matter!"
"Oh, that's not necessarily the case." Johnny Colin shrugged. "For example, Viscount Cadren, the epidemic broke out in his rented building. He suffered great losses and was very angry - if he knew that the plague could
It’s human-made, and we will definitely try our best to get the application approved.”
Baron Hopman's breath tightened. The Cadren family had roots in Nevis before the Magic Council was established. The trees here are big and deep, but their family's territory is 200 miles away. They fight for power and connections.
But...wait...loss?
What does the Department of Emergency Management really want? To take over quietly, instead of holding a public hearing, what is their demand?
A bright light flashed quickly in his mind. The next moment, His Excellency the Baron's voice quietly lowered:
"Is there any other solution to this matter?" He said quickly and softly:
"After all, if the commotion alarms the jury and the entire city, both of us will lose..."
Minister Colin smiled secretly. He relaxed his fingers on the form, leaned back, and softened his attitude:
"How would you like to resolve this?"
That night, the Magic Council's carriage carried the Baron and his wife back to the territory at high speed. Three days later, the Baroness died of illness in the territory's castle. According to her last wish, the baron donated the knighthood as her dowry to the Magic Parliament.
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