Donning thought so too. The paladin's caution and intelligence impressed him. He had foreseen the possibility of an attack long ago and had sealed all the evidence in advance on the mouse named Elon Musk. When an accident happened, he only needed to release the mouse without the enemy noticing. Then there would be no problem with the evidence.
"Well, you must have a way to find that mouse. You can continue your journey tonight. But your evidence is not handed over to the Holy See but directly to the chief prosecutor of the First Court in Varna." Donning pointed out a clear path to the paladin.
"No, I have to report to the Holy See. The intervention of supernatural forces in the secular world is not just a matter of secular law. The Holy See is more qualified to punish those who blaspheme God. They will suffer more severe punishment than the law." Cybertron became stubborn again.
Donning was a bit helpless. The naive paladin still didn't understand. The Holy See was already a corrupt institution from the inside out. They had some interests intertwined with those big shots. The Holy See in Varna City and even the Holy City was not trustworthy. "Dear friend, if you reject my suggestion, you will be disappointed at that time. Even your eagle badge-level holy light won't be able to save you."
Cybertron hated it most when someone doubted the majesty of the Holy See and God. His face was very unfriendly. "Sorry, Mr. Donning. I won't follow your advice. I believe that the Holy See in Varna is loyal to the holy light. They will never collude with those who blaspheme God. Altoit is just a rat shit. When the evidence is delivered, they will all be punished as they deserve."
"All right. Good luck." Donning gave the second plan. "I hope you make sure they are okay first and then hand over the evidence. This is a suggestion as a friend."
That night, Cybertron set off again. He was very curious about what Donning said about the eagle badge-level holy light. Did he really have that level of holy light? His injury recovery speed was indeed beyond the level that his own holy light could reach. As for Donning's revenge on Alkmaar, it was easier to explain. In his opinion, it was revenge for the murders in Goldshire and Elwynn Forest. He didn't know that the young man had a bigger plan.
If this paladin really had eagle badge-level holy light, he should be able to escape danger. Even if there was really a problem, as long as the paladin saved the evidence according to his suggestion, Font could also find his father and solve Alkmaar's title problem.
Evidence is the most crucial.
Donning prepared for tomorrow's events. The young man from Verona would be arrested by the police station on charges of murder. And he would obtain all the responsibility for the tea business. This game had to continue. As the protagonist, he couldn't have any problems. Alkmaar would personally extricate him from the murder case.
"Poor Verona. It can only be blamed on you not being the protagonist of this game. So you have to be sacrificed."
When Font returned to the apartment in Blot and received Donning's letter, it was a very simple and crude method. Let Verona poison and then go to Sarah to prove his absence. It was completely not at the level that his ally should have.
After getting these, Font was a bit proud. The young man had run out of tricks. He gave these messages to Luke.
"Very good, Mr. Font. You have solved many problems for the Alkmaar family. Your loyalty makes Mr. Alkmaar very satisfied. You can be in charge of all legal matters of the Alkmaar family." Luke gave Font greater power, the reward of this game.
Luke didn't even bother to show this investigation report to Alkmaar. He directly went to the local police station and handed the report to the chief of the police station.
"Thank you for your support. We will definitely bring the murderer to justice." The chief of the police station assured Luke.
Luke pointed to the information on this investigation report. "This matter only needs to involve Verona. As for another suspect named Donning, you don't need to worry about it. I hope it can be clean and don't leave any loopholes."
Verona had just taken charge of the tea business. But before that, he had to bury his elder brother first. The funeral was very grand. Almost all the people on the surface of the Alkmaar family came to Wilson Cemetery outside Blot City.
Verona cried and carried the coffin himself and put the coffin into the pit. He bent down and grabbed a handful of soil from the ground beside him and sprinkled it on the coffin.
Everything was settled. The police station didn't trouble him. And the investigation also reached a deadlock. This would be an unsolved case. And he got what he wanted.
Soon those people who came to the funeral came forward to comfort the victim's family. Verona was of course included. If there weren't so many people here, he almost wanted to laugh wildly. He wiped away his tears and thanked those who came to the funeral.
Donning and Mace walked up to Verona. Verona kissed Mace's hand, looking sad. He looked at Donning on the side, and a strange smile and gratitude appeared on his face.
"Mr. Verona, I am very sympathetic to your experience. Please restrain your grief and change." Donning held Verona's hand expressionlessly, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.
At this time, some people from the police station arrived at the funeral site. Four police officers came and surrounded Verona. Verona felt something was wrong and nervously looked at Donning who was already standing in the crowd.
A police officer took out an arrest warrant. "Mr. Verona, we have obtained some information. You have a great relationship with your elder brother's death. Now we will arrest you."
This change came too suddenly. Verona's legs went weak. He wanted to ask for help and ask the young man who gave the idea for help. But after seeing the sneer on the young man's face, Verona understood that this was a conspiracy.
But he had no chance to resist. Four police officers rushed up and pressed Verona to the ground. Someone knocked him out and put a hood on him. Two police officers carried the suspect away from the funeral site.
A police officer found a dagger from the place where Verona fell at the funeral. He carefully picked up the dagger and explained to everyone. "Verona intended to attack the law enforcers. Fortunately, he didn't succeed."
This dagger was just secretly placed on the ground by one of the police officers when they knocked Verona out and pressed him down. It was used to frame Verona so that it seemed justifiable for them to knock Verona out.
There was an uproar at the scene. Verona was the real murderer who killed his elder brother. Mace shook her head. "What a vicious young man. He killed his elder brother with his own hands."
Donning gave the answer. "Business has blinded his conscience."
In the police station, Verona finally committed suicide due to the negligence of the guards. This news exploded through the newspapers. The residents were discussing. This murderer still had a little bit of conscience.
But Donning knew that this was Alkmaar's means. After Verona's death, the tea business completely fell into his hands. He was responsible for all the tea business. And he handed over the tea business to Sarah to take care of.
But then Donning's steps didn't stop. Maybe this matter about Verona was an opportunity, a good opportunity to seize the controlled newspaper group.
No one knew the inside story of Verona's death better than him. Of course, this game was still under Alkmaar's control. He was still continuing according to Alkmaar's game rules.
Sitting in the apartment, Donning held the Blot Post of that day and saw the news about Verona's death. This news was different from other news. At the bottom of the news, not only the name of the author was noted, but also the author left a sentence.
"Welcome insiders to reveal more content to me. Once the news clue is selected, the price is favorable."
This was the game clue given by Alkmaar. Donning remembered the name of this reporter and put on his windbreaker and left the apartment and went to the reporter's residence.
A small reporter had to relax after a day's work. Today's news aroused the interest of many people. He was praised by his newspaper boss. That sentence still echoed in Stanow's mind.
"Well done, young man. If you can maintain such performance, it won't be long before you become the chief reporter of the newspaper. At that time, I will pay you three times the salary."
Stanow excitedly walked on the streets of Blot City late at night. In order to make his boss value him more, he deliberately worked overtime for a while and only came out now. The feeling of being praised was addictive. Now he wanted to go to the local tavern to find out some interesting news and prepare for tomorrow.
Entering the tavern, Stanow ordered a glass of wine and sat in a quiet place, looking at the others in the tavern and kneading the neck area to reduce some pain. Long-term writing had given him some occupational diseases. There was no easy job in this world.
When he was a child, he longed to become a writer. At that time, he thought it was such a wonderful thing to be able to write some works and make those readers read them so attentively. But as time passed, he had changed. When interest became work, it was not so wonderful. But for a better life, he had to work harder.
A young man wearing a striped suit, a black windbreaker, and a black top hat entered the bar. Judging from his attire, he should not be an ordinary person. He should go to those more advanced bars and clubs with gentle women accompanying him for drinks. But he came to this kind of bar. His keen reporter's sense made him start to pay attention to this young man.
The young man walked to the bar and ordered a glass of wine. Looking around, he finally saw Stanow. Stanow shook the wine glass in his hand as a friendly response.
The young man came over and pointed to the position in front of him. "Sir, can I sit here?"
"Sure." Stanow didn't need to reject this special young man. Maybe he could dig out some interesting things. If possible, he even hoped that everyone in the bar could sit in front of him and talk to him. Maybe there would be some news clues worth tracking.
Looking at the young man sitting beside him, Stanow greeted him like an old friend. "How are you? It seems that you are a bit tired. You have to relax when you come here."
"Thank you." The young man held the wine glass and looked at those drunkards in the bar, rubbing his eyebrows. "Just some troublesome things make people irritable."
"What kind of troublesome things?" Stanow was well versed in the news industry. Many useful news were detected from those troublesome things. He wouldn't let go of any opportunity.
The young man looked around and carefully leaned closer after confirming that no one was eavesdropping. "Can I say it?"