Chapter 392 7.46 The Illuminati Gathers

"Did you see it clearly?"

"To reply to your Honor, I saw it very clearly. He was indeed writing a secret letter to persuade Duke Loki to come to the trial. And he fully explained what Lord Durand was willing to guarantee."

"Very good, leave now."

In Paris, every inch of land is worth a lot of money. However, as we all know, the real big shots will not crowd into the city like the common people. The overcrowded streets cannot accommodate the rare animals they raise.

The real dignitaries all bought a piece of land outside the castle and built their own castles alone.

At this time, in the manor study of Sir Ethan von Klauen, the Chief Justice of Paris, five figures standing or sitting gradually emerged against the fish belly white in the sky. Sitting on the first seat was a 2-meter-tall, slender French gentleman.

He was wearing a decent black robe with gold silk, sitting in a comfortable oak chair, and was reaching out to stroke a docile white cat in his arms.

If you look closely, you will find that this is not a common cat, but an albino cheetah from the New World. Jungle cheetahs are always black in color, and albino ones are rare.

In the whole city of Paris, only Sir Crown owns one.

He is the chief justice of the French "Inquisition".

He is truly second to none and above ten thousand people.

After dismissing the actress who came to report, Ethan let go of his hands and let the pet run to the corner of the house to play with the ball of yarn. He turned his head and looked at "Diamond Flower" Durand.

"Do you think this Duke Loki is really back?"

Durand smiled slightly.

"Your Honor, I think he has no choice!"

"I have already inquired clearly that he has no troops at this time. The reason why he can keep the two provinces is because of the hostages he controls at this time. If it weren't for the accident of the "Suzerain"'s arrest of Alfred, Normandy would probably be in chaos now!"

Ethan doesn't like the word "accident". As a judge, he hopes that everything around him is in order and stable. Any "accident" will disrupt his plan and order.

This will greatly hinder his "right to adjudicate" alone.

"By the way, where has the master been these days?"

"If the master really appears, doesn't he need to personally interrogate the poor Duke Loki?"

Ethan has been judging pagans for his whole life. When he successfully took the seat of judge with the help of the Illuminati, no pagan has ever walked out of the Inquisition alive.

In his eyes, Loki is already a dead man at this time.

As long as he enters his court, he will die.

"If he doesn't come to England, what awaits him is an endless economic blockade. Within a month, his people will overthrow him from the throne."

Ethan is convinced of Durand's argument.

No one is more familiar with "human hearts" than him, the chief judge.

Once you have tasted the conveniences brought by a wealthy life, no one will want to return to the barren and cold Scandinavia.

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"What I don't understand is that if this man is really as dangerous as the legend says, wouldn't it be easier to just kill him?" Ethan asked in confusion.

Before Dulang could answer, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the corner.

"The whereabouts of the lord are not something we can guess, we just need to carry out his mission sincerely."

The speaker was a thin man with his back against the wall, hiding in the shadows. In the darkness, only the pipe in his mouth emitted a little flame.

"Lord Lan, what do you think?"

The Donglu man in the shadows was named "Lan Bixue", an abandoned disciple of the Yushan Sword School of the Tang Kingdom 30 years ago. It was rumored that he was caught by his fellow apprentices for practicing forbidden magic skills. Lan Bixue killed 3 people in a row with his sword, escaped from the Yushan Sword School in the chaos, and went far away.

At that time, the Eastern Tang Dynasty had not completely walked out of the aftermath of the "Anshi Rebellion". The Tang Kingdom, which was in ruins, had too many important matters to deal with, and could not spare any manpower to hunt down a traitor from a second-rate sword school.

In the eyes of the people of Donglu, the farthest place from Donglu is the West Continent on the other side of the East-West Continental Bridge.

Lan Bixue drifted to the Duchy of France and hid for decades until the Yushan Sword Sect disappeared and no one continued to seek revenge on him. He walked out of the wilderness and returned to human society.

As the top combat force in the land of Jiuzhou, it was not easy for Tang Guojianxiu to find a job. Lan Bixue easily joined the French Border Guard.

One month later, the first boss died tragically at home, bitten in the throat by a green poisonous snake.

Lan Bixue successfully promoted to 10-man captain.

Half a month later, the second boss "accidentally" fell off a cliff while performing a mission.

Lan Bixue successfully promoted to centurion

Ten days later, the third boss suddenly wrote a letter of divorce, saying that he was old and weak and could no longer be competent for the guard job

Lan Bixue was promoted to thousand-man captain.

Just one year later, he walked all the way from the foreign province to Paris, and in a very short time he became the captain of the "Golden Scale Guard" in Paris, becoming the first military commander in the imperial city.

He did a good job.

After taking office, there was no big trouble in Paris. The Plantagenet family would give him a lot of rewards every year, and even the merchants in the city would spontaneously hang the guard flag on the birthday of Lord Lan to celebrate his birthday.

Others didn't know what was going on, but Lan Bixue himself knew it.

He had such a smooth journey, thanks to the credit of the "master".

"The only thing we need to do is to trust the master!"

"Every time the master returns, he has brought us benefits and glory. Although there are some accidents this time, we must first unite sincerely."

Spitting out a long puff of smoke, Lan Bixue slowly walked out of the shadows. He was wearing a blue-gray black gown. Although he was over 70 years old, he still looked like a young man. It was rumored in Paris that the evil method he practiced in the past could keep him young forever.

But everyone knew Mr. Lan's cruel methods, and even the members of the Illuminati did not dare to interrogate him in person.

"Since you think that Duke Loki will definitely come back, I will be prepared for him to enter the city."

"The master has ordered him to enter the Inquisition for trial. My only task is to ensure that he enters the Inquisition intact and that no other trouble occurs during the trial."

"As for you..."

"Don't think too much! I hope you remember that this is the first S-level prisoner in my Western Continent in the past 30 years!"

"In terms of the degree of danger, he is even more dangerous than the 'God's Whip' 500 years ago!"

"Sincere cooperation is the only way out!"

"Illuminati, the light will last forever!"