In the warden's office of the inner fortress of the Thistle Flower Prison.
With a bang, the door was suddenly pushed open. The young man in black armor strode in, threw the newspaper in his hand onto the table, and said angrily, "What's going on? Bail? I need an explanation!"
In the office, Jones was sitting in front of the desk, eating a bacon sandwich for breakfast while flipping through the newspaper. Frowning slightly at the young man in black armor who suddenly rushed in, he said, "Watch the volume of your voice."
The young man in black armor said indignantly, "I've been leading my brothers to search day and night these past few days. I finally managed to find out the whereabouts of that little brat. He was in Yade Town. And now you're telling me that he's been bailed out? After all these days, I've been itching to catch that little devil and skin him. Now he's just bailed out like this. What a joke! He's a wanted criminal who escaped from prison!"
Jones lifted his gaze from the newspaper, glanced at him, and said, "Calm down first, and then I'll talk to you."
The young man in black armor saw his unhurried manner, gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and said, "Go ahead. I want an explanation!"
Jones put the newspaper aside, picked up the milk tea and took a sip. He said indifferently, "It's clearly stated in the newspaper that it was a noble who bailed him out. That this little brat was able to find a noble to help him get bailed out is his ability. For us, this is actually a good thing. At least it can make us overlook the fact that this little brat escaped from prison, and it won't make our Thistle Flower Prison look too bad."
The young man in black armor was taken aback, and anger appeared on his face. He said, "Just because of this? He's a wanted criminal!"
Jones said indifferently, "Setting aside his status as a wanted criminal, he's just a thief, and he's a criminal who was imprisoned due to the scheming of the nobles. Now that there are nobles standing up for him and bailing him out, it's not that strange. As for the matter of being wanted, this will be regarded as a piece of false information, and we can just find someone to take the blame. It won't damage the reputation of our prison, and it can also put an end to this matter."
The expression of the young man in black armor changed, and he said, "But isn't it too lenient to just let him go like this by bailing him out?"
Jones looked at him and sighed, "After all, you and I are just servants caught between the nobles. Even if we're not happy about it, what can we do? When the nobles step in and use their noble credibility to guarantee his release from prison, who can stop it? Even other nobles can't stop it! Unless he commits another crime, and there is conclusive evidence, and it happens in full view of everyone, can he be arrested and sent back to prison again. But as long as he has the backing of the nobles, he will still have the chance to be bailed out. This is the rule."
The young man in black armor was stunned and couldn't say a word.
Jones chuckled and said indifferently, "Although the Tribunal claims to be impartial and has executed many nobles in the past, behind the downfall of those nobles, there was the joint push of other nobles. The Tribunal claims that it can ignore the powerful and treat everyone fairly, but in the end, the lifeblood of this world is in the hands of the nobles. Most of the economy and power are also in the hands of the nobles. Whether it's the Holy Church of Light or the Tribunal, they can't ignore the deeply rooted respected status and credibility of the nobles in people's hearts."
"Just like this bail. If it were an ordinary wealthy merchant, how could they be worthy of bailing someone out? At most, they could bail out some petty thieves. How dare they interfere with the criminals in our Thistle Flower Prison? But the nobles are different. Even the most declining noble, as long as he still has the status of a noble, he has such a right. This is called 'class sharing'."
The young man in black armor fell silent. After a while, he suddenly said, "Even if he's bailed out, this little brat won't live long!"
Jones looked at him, smiled faintly, and said, "That's right. Killing a deacon of the Tribunal has already angered the Tribunal. Even with the protection of the nobles, the Tribunal can still deal with him. After all, there are too many nobles who want to curry favor with the Tribunal. Maybe they will even get rid of the noble who bailed out this little brat along with him."
The young man in black armor let out a breath and sneered, "When he's executed, I'll go to the scene and watch it myself."
Jones smiled and said, "He's just a small fry. There's no need to get too angry."
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In the commercial district, on Mount Erdos, the Blom family's residence.
A huge castle stood on the hillside. The city walls were built at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by a moat and drawbridges. There were many knights and retainers on the city walls, and people were constantly patrolling back and forth.
In the towering and magnificent ancient castle, Sludy Blom didn't go downstairs after getting up in the morning. He called a servant to wait on him for washing and dressing. The servant brought breakfast to his room for him to enjoy, along with today's morning newspaper.
"This little brat..." As soon as he saw the newspaper, Sludy noticed the assassination of Hollett. His eyes narrowed slightly. Judging from the wanted poster a few days ago, he was almost certain that this was the doing of that kid surnamed Du.
"The Thistle Flower Prison is a bunch of incompetents, and the military's ability to handle affairs is getting worse and worse," Sludy scanned the main suspects at the bottom of the newspaper. When he saw Dudian's name, the slight frown on his face relaxed. "The Tribunal is still effective."
He glanced at it twice and then didn't pay any more attention. He flipped through other news. After a while, he suddenly saw that sensitive name again in a small column at the lower left corner of the newspaper. "Bailed out, released from prison?"
He was taken aback, and a shadow immediately fell over his face.
"The Lane family has quite a lot of nerve!" He pressed the newspaper on the table, waved to the maid beside him, and said coldly, "Destroy all the newspapers bought today. Don't let the young lady see them. Also, don't let her go out today. She should stay at home."
The young maid said respectfully, "Yes."
Just as she was about to leave, Sludy called out, "Wait. She's been working on a case with Gionda recently. Go and call Gionda over and ask him to bring the case materials as well. Let them study the case at home with the young lady."
"Yes," the maid nodded respectfully.
After the maid left, Sludy looked at the newspaper on the table. His eyes flickered slightly. After thinking for a moment, he said to the maid on his right, "Go and call the butler."
"Yes," the maid replied respectfully.
After a while, a middle-aged butler dressed like a gentleman with his hair neatly combed came in front of Sludy and said respectfully, "Good morning, sir."
Sludy said coldly, "Go and bring that old thing Fulin here."
The middle-aged butler was taken aback. Noticing the newspaper by his side, he understood and immediately agreed and turned to leave.
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In Yade Town.
After having breakfast, Dudian had just come outside the inn when he was surrounded by a team of Tribunal knights.
"We suspect that you're involved in a homicide case. Please come with us," a young Tribunal knight at the head pushed up the visor on his helmet and said coldly to Dudian.
Dudian glanced at the street and asked, "Where's the carriage?"