Mystery: The arrival of the new Black Emperor

Hobert asked: "Which lawyer did your colleague hire to defend him?"

"I didn't hire a lawyer." Emma said: "The person who sued Wendel was once a paralegal. He only went bankrupt because of the sudden bankruptcy of the law firm..."

At this point, Emma made a "you should understand" expression.

Hobert nodded: "What is the defense plan probably?"

"Although I went to grammar school for a few years, I am very unfamiliar with the law and don't understand any defense plans." Emma said, "I only know that she lost the case. The reason is: Prostitution is illegal income and is not protected by the law. .”

She smiled: "The judge's original words seemed to be that Wendel's behavior can only be punished morally, but it is difficult to be punished legally.

"Haha, when the judges came to our neighborhood for consumption, they didn't say it was an illegal sale."

Hobert thought for a while: "There is something wrong with this defense direction!"

He said: "I took this case, and I will submit the materials to the court soon. I believe Wendell will receive the summons the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Emma was stunned for a moment, then smiled gratefully and said, "Thank you for taking this case. I didn't have any hope at all."

After sending Emma away, Jessica reminded Hobert: "According to the relevant laws, prostitution and prostitution are indeed illegal income. If you accuse the other party of provoking trouble or debt problems, it will be difficult to establish. If you accuse them of stealing or robbing It also seems inappropriate when it comes to other people’s property.”

Hobert laughed: "I have said more than once, if it is difficult to achieve our goals in one direction of defense, then try to change the direction."

He said: “Especially for you, you must be good at finding loopholes in the other party and loopholes in laws and regulations.

"Well, you are also involved in this case. Learn more and watch more."

Jessica nodded happily: "Okay."

…

It was Friday, and in the evening, the staff of the Intis Embassy in the West District of Backlund were busy coming in and out.

Tonight is the most critical time to snatch the manuscript of the great scientist Turani von Hermoshuyn. In order to show his magnanimity, the Ambassador of the Republic of Intis, Becker Lang, instructed his assistant Rosago to mobilize all forces to participate in the operation. , he held a dance.

To show that he is busy with other things and has nothing to do with the action of snatching the manuscript.

Backlund walked around the ballroom and saw that nothing was missing, so he took his valet to the backyard before the guests arrived.

When he arrived at the backyard, Beckron always felt that something was wrong. He looked around carefully. The first thing he saw was the respectful valet, then the military attache standing guard in the backyard, and a few people moving wine from the warehouse to the front. servant.

Backlund shook his head. There were more than a dozen military attachés from the Republic of Intis in the embassy, ​​and they were all extraordinary.

For Beckron, it was safe.

Continuing to walk forward, they came to a small independent bungalow. Backlund stood in front of the door, frowning: "Go to the front and open the door! Idiot!"

The valet trembled visibly with fear and hurried forward to open the door.

When we arrived at the small bungalow, the feeling that something was wrong appeared again.

Backlund frowned, and then he smiled. If someone is really disadvantageous to him here, he is really seeking death.

There was only one table and one cabinet in the small bungalow. Backlund lit three candles on the table and then drew an abstract symbol of a throne in the middle.

Then he took out the extraordinary material from the small cabinet and burned it on the candle, releasing wisps of illusory white smoke and emitting a strange fragrance.

Just when Backlund was about to bow his head and pray, suddenly a strange, cold voice came from the room and said, "My guess is right."

Backlund immediately became alert. At this time, two feet appeared not far in front of the table, then his legs, and all the way up, a man with a pale face and a cold expression appeared.

Of course this man is Dophis who came to assassinate Beclang.

Backlund took a step back and asked loudly, "How did you get in?"

"It's useless." Dophis pointed to the top: "No one can hear the sound in this room, including the person you want to pray to."

I don't know when, the spirit that looked like a balloon had floated on the heads of the two people.

Backlund suddenly had the illusion that he had been completely seen through: "Impossible!"

He almost shouted: "The great lord of war; the guardian of Intis; the master of weather and mists; the symbol of chaos and will!"

As expected, there was no reaction at all.

Dophis smiled and said: "Is this the honorable name of the former king of Intis? I knew that an angel would not be killed by Russell so easily."

He pointed to the balloon above his head and said: "This natural spirit is very special. It can cut off the connection with the spiritual world within a certain range. Not only will the sound not be transmitted outside, but it will also cut off all channels through which your prayers are transmitted to the person you are praying to. "

Backlund did not hesitate, and immediately stepped back and prepared to escape from the door. Just when he took action, a dagger suddenly appeared in the hand of the valet behind him, and he stabbed forward towards Backlund's retreating body. .

Before this, Backlund had no defense against his personal servant, and he easily succeeded.

Phew~

The dagger pierced Beckron's lower back.

At this moment, Backlund reacted and kicked the manservant away, leaving him only slightly injured.

And his valet suddenly turned over in mid-air, avoiding the window and hitting the wall directly.

Boom~

The whole bungalow trembled, and the manservant even suffered a brain split from the fall.

But the manservant didn't seem to notice that his head was smashed, and he still stood up unhurriedly, holding a dagger, and assumed an attacking posture towards his master.

Backlund did not continue to escape. As a hunter, he knew that when a ferocious beast was targeting him, running away would only expose his most vulnerable side to the beast.

After he was attacked by his own manservant just now and tried to kick the manservant out of the window but failed, he knew that if he continued to escape, he would only die faster. At this time, you have to keep an eye on the beast and look for opportunities before escaping.

"Didn't you notice? Your manservant has been dead for more than half an hour." Dophis, who usually doesn't talk much, suddenly became a bit talkative:

"In the past few days, I have been observing you through the natural spirits in the embassy, ​​and I have also asked these natural spirits about your life patterns.

"I discovered a very interesting phenomenon. You often appear in this small room during this time in the afternoon and don't let anyone disturb you.

"It's a pity that there is no natural spirit in this small room, so I have no way to know the answer directly.

"What are you doing in here?

"I thought about it for a few hours before I realized that Backlund is so far away from the Republic of Intis. If there is urgent and confidential news that needs to be conveyed, how do you communicate with each other? Relatively speaking, the confidentiality of telegrams is too Worse.

"The answer is almost ready to come out. You pray to the angel of the Republic of Intis and report the situation here. Or read out the honorable name of that angel and let him give you instructions."