Chapter 252 Loopholes in the Contract Seeing Bonno Goodville's reaction, Angoulême suddenly felt relieved. He took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote a notarized document, which basically stated that Bono Goodwill swore an oath to the gods not to tell lies in the subsequent questioning. As Angouleme signed his name at the notary's table, the paper glowed with a golden glow. Bono Goodwill swallowed his saliva and became more and more nervous. In the past few years, as a relatively famous factory owner in Trier, he had been exposed to some mystical knowledge and encountered several extraordinary powers beyond the imagination of normal people. He was not unfamiliar with this kind of thing, just like the three kidnappers just now, one of them used a flaming crow to blow his mouth, one could create black flames, and one jumped directly from the third floor. "Sign your name." Angouleme handed the notarized document, which had already lost its golden glow, to Bono Goodville. "Okay." Bono Goodwill's right hand trembled as he wrote his name in the place of the promiser. Every time he completed a letter, a little gold light flashed in his handwriting. When he had finished, Angouleme asked in a deep voice: "Which god do you believe in?"

"'God of Steam and Machinery.'" For Bono Goodwill, this question was not difficult at all. Angoulême moved on to the next question: “Why did you visit the congressman’s office on the morning of the chemical plant explosion?” Bono Goodwill hesitated for two seconds, and with fear of supernatural powers and witnesses of gods, under the influence of the residual effect of "truth serum", he repeated exactly what he had said to Lumian and others. Angoulême, Valentine and Imre took turns asking questions, asking Bonnot Goodville to recreate as much as possible the conversation between himself and the parliamentary secretary Rhone and the assistant secretary Tibert. At the end of the questioning, Angouleme said to Bonnot Goodwill: "From now on, you will be arrested for arson, intentional explosion, and murder, and your assets will be temporarily frozen pending compensation for the dead and injured." Bono Goodwill's face was pale and he slumped in the armchair as if he had lost all his strength. Valentine took two steps toward the door, looked at the corridor outside, and said in a low voice: "Deacon, after we bring this bastard who blasphemed the faith and betrayed his conscience to the police headquarters, we will formally arrest Hugues Artois's secretary, Rhone?" Angoulême sighed slowly and shook his head: “Not yet. "Didn't you notice? Rhone and the deceased Tibor were very cautious. They never explicitly said that they wanted Bono Goodwill to blow up his chemical plant. They have only been hinting at it, promoting the congressman's policies, and talking about the philosophy of decline. They could have used the excuse that Bono Goodwill was blinded by interests and misunderstood their words. “Although nearly two days have passed, it is difficult to find any signs that Bono Goodwill was affected by supernatural forces. "To put it simply, we still don't have strong enough evidence to arrest Secretary Rona and interrogate him using our extraordinary abilities. We can only summon and question him normally." Valentine was furious, but there was nothing he could do. He was 100% sure that there was something wrong with the congressman's secretary, but due to the rules, he could not use mystical means against him. After a few seconds of pause, he looked at Bono Goodwill, who was lying on the recliner like a pile of rotten meat, and said in a deep voice: "I would suggest sending him to the stake!" Angouleme nodded and said to Valentine and the mixed-race Imre: "Let's go and take this guy who should be killed in ten ways back to the market area." Valentine was stunned for a moment and said: "Deacon, aren't you going to track down the three Beyonders who just invaded here?" Angoulême laughed. “Why are you tracking?” Valentine expressed his confusion with a puzzled look.

Imre, who had long been accustomed to his butler's style of behavior, whispered: "Those three extraordinary people sneaked in here, but they didn't rob property or hurt anyone. They just asked about the chemical plant explosion and visited the congressman's office. Obviously, the person they were really interested in was the secretary, Rhone, Congressman Hugues Artois. "I even suspect that they are members of the Aurora Society. One of them is the one who killed Assistant Secretary Tybalt." Angoulême added with a low laugh: "Since we cannot conduct an in-depth investigation into the congressman's office due to the contract and the rules, why can't we let the wild Beyonders who are also interested give it a try, use violence to squeeze out the pus in the wound, and expose it to the sun?" "Is that all right?" Valentine blurted out. Angoulême responded with a smile: "Of course there is no problem. To deal with those cunning people who are good at taking advantage of the rules, we have to be more cunning than them and be better at taking advantage of the loopholes in the rules. When necessary, we can even cooperate with certain hidden organizations and join forces with wild extraordinary people. “The contracts we signed with congressmen and senior government officials only prohibit us from doing certain things. They don’t say that we can’t harbor ill will towards them or develop informants among wild Extraordinary People. Wild Extraordinary People are not restricted by such contracts. “Similarly, that type of contract is mainly a restriction and does not force us to do certain things. Sometimes, we can just sit back and watch something happen without triggering the contract at the cost of receiving ordinary penalties. "Valentine, even under the sun, there are still many shadows, such as everyone's shadow. You have to learn to live with them, sometimes clear them, sometimes use them, and praise the sun!" Valentine remembered his cooperation with Lumian in Cordu Village, and reluctantly accepted the butler's words, opened his arms, and responded: "Praise the sun!" Angoulême added: “I didn’t invent these words. From the fall of Emperor Roselle to the present day, the two major churches and the parliament, the government, the military, and the Eighth Bureau have been playing games with each other. Everyone has accumulated a lot of experience in struggles that cannot be put on the table. "Otherwise, why do you think I condoned the existence of wild Beyonders in the gangs in the market area? Just based on the assurances and words of the police superintendents? No, I thought they might be useful at some point. "Of course, we all have our share of responsibility for allowing the evil god's followers to grow into a large gang, and I am no exception. Everything has its pros and cons." Valentine thought in silence for a while and asked no more questions. Similar conflicts and contradictions also exist in the province of Leiden, but they are not as obvious and intense as in Trier, after all, it is the center of a country. ………… On the way back from underground Trier to the market area. Lumian, who had taken off the bandages, glanced at the silent Jenna and said casually: "I thought you would kill Bono Goodwill on the spot, and even give him a torment that he would never forget even if he became a ghost. Who knew that you just stabbed him in the shoulder." Janna pursed her lips and took several steps forward before answering in a low voice: "If he died now, the compensation for the accident would take years to arrive, and it might even be just symbolic..." She no longer cares, but there are still many people waiting. Franka nodded slightly and added helpfully: "Don't worry, Bono Goodwill will definitely be sentenced to death. The only difference is the type of death. Moreover, we have to leave clues for the official Beyonders. Otherwise, it will be like we are protecting Hugues Artois, always helping him eliminate hidden dangers." Jane smiled sadly: "That was the congressman we elected, but his secretary and assistant secretary deliberately greeted us with a huge explosion." "Are you scared?" Lumian asked sarcastically. Janna was silent, not knowing how to answer for a moment. Lumian said to himself:

“I have never enjoyed the kindness of Intis, nor have I cast a vote. If something similar happened to me, I would not let go of the congressman’s secretary, not to mention the congressman himself, or even the president who rules this country! "My sister once said that only blood can be repaid with blood, and I don't care who the person who shed the blood is." Jenna's expression twisted again, and she said in great pain: "My mother has always taught me to be kind and to forgive. I should not let suffering and hatred control my life. If I do that, I will not see the light..." Without waiting for Lumian and Franca to say anything, she lowered her head and said through gritted teeth: "But I really hate it!" "Kill all your enemies and hatred won't control your life." Lumian said with a pout. Janna was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Hmm": "At least, at least I won't let that secretary Rona go!" Franka immediately praised: "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 more harm to your family and friends, and watch your enemy still alive and well." "Yeah." Janna nodded slightly. ………… Late at night, Janna, who had changed into her normal clothes, returned to her home at 17 Pasteur Street in the Botanical Garden with mixed emotions. This place is close to Saint-Germain Street in the market area and a large number of factories south of the Botanical Garden. In order to facilitate the work of Elodie and Julian, Janna and her family chose to rent here. As soon as Janna opened the door, she saw her brother Julian squatting by the window with his head in his hands. Her heart sank, and she asked with a trembling voice: "Julian, what's wrong with you?" Julian, sitting next to an old wooden table under the crimson moonlight, looked frightened. “Don’t fire me, don’t fire me! “My mother died, really died, so I didn’t come to the factory this afternoon… "Don't fire me! Don't fire me! "Mom, mom, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have left you alone in the ward! “It’s all me, it’s all me! "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Julian burst into tears like a terrified child. He seemed to have gone mad. Jenna stood in the darkness at the door, staring blankly at her brother, feeling that she was slowly and uncontrollably falling into the bottomless abyss. (End of this chapter)