Chapter 211 Assassination of Ambassador Bakerland
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Hobert asked, "Which lawyer did your colleague hire for the defense?"
"No lawyer was hired." Emma said, "The person who sued Wendell used to be a paralegal, but the law firm suddenly went bankrupt, so..."
At this point, Emma made a "you should understand" expression.
Hobert nodded: "What's the general defense plan?"
"Although I went to grammar school for a few years, I'm unfamiliar with the law and don't understand any defense plans." Emma said, "I only know that she lost the case because the money from prostitution is illegal income and is not protected by law."
She smiled: "The judge's original words seemed to be that Wendell's behavior can only be morally sanctioned, but it is difficult to sanction it legally."
"Hehe, when the judges come to our neighborhood to spend money, I haven't seen them say that this is an illegal transaction."
Hobert pondered for a moment: "There is a problem with this defense direction!"
He said: "I'll take this case. I'll submit the materials to the court in a while. I believe Wendell will receive the summons no later than the day after tomorrow."
Emma was stunned for a moment, then showed a grateful smile: "Thank you for taking this case. I didn't have any hope originally."
After Emma left, Jessica reminded Hobert: "According to relevant laws, um, prostitution money is indeed illegal income. It will be difficult to establish a case if the other party is accused of provoking trouble or debt issues. It doesn't seem appropriate to accuse them of stealing or robbing other people's property either."
Hobert smiled and said, "I have said more than once that if a defense direction is difficult to achieve our goals, then try a different direction."
He said: "Especially for you, you must be good at finding the other party's loopholes, as well as loopholes in laws and regulations."
"Um, you participate in this case too, learn and see more."
Jessica nodded happily: "Okay."
... Time came to Friday, in the evening, the staff of the Intis Embassy in the West Borough of Backlund were busy coming in and out.
Tonight is the most critical time to seize the manuscript of the great scientist Turani von Helmosuin. In order to show his frankness, Intis Republic Ambassador Bakerland, while instructing his assistant Rosago to mobilize all forces to participate in the operation, held a dance.
To show that he was busy with other things and had nothing to do with the manuscript snatching operation.
He walked around the ballroom. Seeing that there were no omissions, he took advantage of the fact that the guests had not yet arrived and took his personal servant to the backyard.
As soon as he arrived in the backyard, he felt that something was wrong. He looked around carefully. The first thing he saw was the respectful servant, then the military attache on guard in the backyard, and several servants moving wine from the warehouse to the front.
Bakerland shook his head. There were more than a dozen military attaches from the Intis Republic in the embassy, and they were all Beyonders.
For Bakerland, this place was safe.
Continuing forward, he came to a small, independent bungalow. He stood in front of the door, frowning: "Go ahead and open the door! Idiot!"
The personal servant trembled obviously in fright and quickly stepped forward to open the door.
Arriving in the small bungalow, that feeling of something being wrong appeared again.
He frowned, then he smiled. If someone was really here to harm him, then they were really courting death.
There was only a table and a cabinet in the small bungalow. He lit three candles on the table and then drew an abstract symbol of a throne in the middle.
Then he took out extraordinary materials from the small cabinet, put them on the candles and burned them, emitting wisps of illusory white smoke, exuding a peculiar fragrance.
Just as Bakerland was about to lower his head to pray, suddenly a strange, cold voice in the room said, "I guessed right."
He immediately became alert. At this time, two feet appeared not far in front of him at the table, followed by legs, all the way up, and a pale-faced, cold-looking man appeared.
This man was of course Dophis, who had come to assassinate him.
Bakerland took a step back and deliberately 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 object you are praying to."
At some point, the spirit that looked like a balloon had floated above the heads of the two people.
Bakerland suddenly had the illusion that he was completely seen through: "Impossible!"
He almost shouted: "Great King of War; Guardian of Intis; Master of Weather and Mist; Symbol of Chaos and Will!"
Sure enough, there was no response at all.
Dophis smiled: "This is the honorific name of that former king of Intis, right? I knew that an angel would not be so easily killed by Roselle."
He pointed to the balloon above his head: "This natural spirit is very special. It can cut off the connection with the spirit world within a certain range. Not only will the sound not reach the outside, but it will also cut off all channels for your prayer to reach the prayer object."
Bakerland did not hesitate and immediately retreated to escape from the door. Just as he was about to act, his personal servant suddenly had a dagger in his hand and stabbed forward at Bakerland 's retreating body.
Before this, he had no defense against his personal servant and was easily successful.
Pfft~
The dagger pierced his lower back.
At this moment, he reacted and kicked the servant away, only causing him minor injuries.
And his servant suddenly flipped over in mid-air, avoiding the window and directly hitting the wall.
Dong~
The entire bungalow trembled, and the servant's brains burst.
But the servant didn't seem to notice that his head was smashed and calmly got up, holding a dagger and posing an attack towards his master.
He did not continue to escape. As a hunter, he knew that when a fierce beast was eyeing him, blindly escaping would only expose his most vulnerable side to the beast. At this time, he had to stare at the beast and look for opportunities to escape.
After he was attacked by his servant and failed to kick the servant out of the window, he knew that if he continued to escape, he would only die faster. At this time, he had to stare at the beast and look for opportunities to escape.
"Didn't you notice? Your servant has been dead for more than half an hour." Dophis, who usually didn't talk much, suddenly became a bit talkative:
"These days, I have been observing you through the natural spirits of the embassy and also asked these natural spirits about your living habits."
"I discovered a very interesting phenomenon. You often appear in this small room at this time in the afternoon and don't allow anyone to disturb you."
"Unfortunately, there are no natural spirits in this small room, and I have no way to know the answer directly."
"What are you doing in here?"
"I thought for several hours before I realized that Backlund is so far away from the Intis Republic. If there is urgent and confidential information that needs to be transmitted, how do you contact each other? Relatively speaking, the confidentiality of telegrams is too poor."
"The answer is almost obvious. You pray to the angel of the Intis Republic, report the situation here, or recite the angel's honorific name and let Him give you instructions."
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