After Pagna left, the paladin spat out the venom that he had not swallowed. Some of it slipped into his throat, making him feel dizzy. The copper sword badge on his chest emitted holy light and expelled those weak toxins from his body. The holy light was so intense that it was hard to open one's eyes. This was indeed not like the powerful holy light that he should have. However, he could investigate the secret of the holy light later. At present, the most important thing was that the betrayers of God must be punished.
Neither the Holy See in Blot City nor the Holy See in Varna City was trustworthy anymore. The Holy See had become a mess. They had all betrayed their beliefs. Cybertron clenched his fists with anger. He must make those traitors who had betrayed God pay the price.
Now the only one he could trust was the secular court. Only the First Court could uphold justice. However, whether the secular court was trustworthy was a big question mark. After experiencing so many trust crises, he didn't trust anyone anymore. He had to use some extraordinary means.
The chief prosecutor of the First Court in Varna was lost in a dream. He had a happy family, a beautiful and gentle wife, a lovely daughter, a bright and spacious big house. The luxurious decoration was almost comparable to the king's palace. Naturally, with his salary, it was impossible to reach this level.
He was used to using some of his power to seek some benefits for himself. Over the years, he had accumulated a lot of wealth and maintained friendly contacts with those big businessmen. After receiving benefits, he would provide help to them at any time. As for the fairness of the law, in the face of the temptation and corrosion of money, he had long forgotten it.
The urge to urinate made him have to get up and go to the bathroom. The fat chief prosecutor of the First Court in Varna wearing pajamas walked to the bathroom. The bathroom was next to the living room. His eyes touched the living room and saw the figure on the sofa.
Someone was in his home? This was impossible. He must have been mistaken. The chief prosecutor rubbed his eyes. Only then did he find that the figure sitting on the sofa was real and the other party was looking at him.
He wanted to shout. The figure on the sofa spoke. "If you don't want the bodies of your family to be taken away by the local police station tomorrow morning, shut up and sit over here."
The chief prosecutor felt even more parched and the urge to urinate disappeared. Trembling, he walked into the living room and sat opposite this mysterious figure. His first thought was that it was a robber who wanted money. He pondered for a moment and pleaded. "I can give you a large amount of property. Don't hurt my family. I won't mention tonight's matter to anyone. It will be a secret."
Cybertron wasn't after money. He looked at the fatter chief prosecutor in pajamas. "Listen. You have to answer me a few questions. If there is any half-truth or concealment, I will not hesitate to cut off the heads of your family. If you understand, nod."
The fat chief prosecutor held his breath and nodded, waiting for the other party's questions.
"Did Mr. Alkmaar bribe you?"
The chief prosecutor shook his head.
"You are lying. An upright chief prosecutor can't have such a luxurious apartment just by relying on his salary." Cybertron reminded the other party as if he knew everything and the other party had no chance to hide.
The chief prosecutor explained in a trembling voice. "But I received a large amount of bribes from another businessman."
"Be more detailed." Cybertron needed to know the detailed situation of accepting bribes.
The chief prosecutor was already desperate. If he lied, he and his family would die here. If he told the truth, soon he would lose everything because of tonight's conversation and be sent to prison. His knees went weak and he slipped off the sofa and knelt on the ground. "Please spare me. I can give you all my property."
"I am not interested in money. You just need to answer my questions."
Compared to death, going to prison was nothing. For the time being, survive first. Maybe there would be other ways to solve tonight's matter tomorrow. Thinking like this, Varna told about the situation of accepting bribes.
Cybertron took out paper and pen. Through the faint moonlight shining in through the window, he wrote down what Varna had told on the prepared paper and pen. Then he looked up at the panicked chief prosecutor. "So you have no contact with Mr. Alkmaar or the Holy See in Varna?"
The chief prosecutor shook his head.
"All right. Stretch out your right thumb." Cybertron gave an order.
The chief prosecutor thought this was to cut off his finger. It seemed inevitable. He could only do as he was told. He hoped that the other party would spare the lives of his family for his obedience and only take one finger.
Cybertron pulled out a dagger, grabbed the extended finger. The blade cut across the fingertip and blood oozed out. Then he pressed it on some important information on that piece of paper.
Putting away the paper, Cybertron got to the point. "All right, chief prosecutor. You have to help me do a few things. Then I will return this evidence to you. I don't think you will bet your future on others."
Leaving the apartment of the chief prosecutor, Cybertron felt a bit disgusted. Secular officials colluded with those businessmen. The law had lost its fairness and become a tool only serving the rich. However, he was not interested in punishing secular officials who violated the law. As long as those betrayers of the Holy See were punished as they deserved, that would be enough.
The police station in Blot City became lively. There would be a public autopsy here. The police station wanted to prove to the people that they had not lied.
The high-level officials of the Blot Post and Stanow who was responsible for writing articles all came to the scene. Donning, as an external aid invited by Stanow, naturally had to be present.
The chief of the police station, with his big belly, stared fiercely at the representatives of the Blot Post here. Many spectators were waiting for the police station's self-proof next. Two already buried bodies were dug out and placed in front of people. The coroner of the police station was ready to start.
However, someone raised an objection. Stanow looked at the coroner of the police station and looked calm. "Wait a minute. Since it is the police station's self-proof, in order to ensure absolute fairness, then a third party must perform the autopsy work."
The people on the scene expressed their approval of Stanow's suggestion. The chief of the police station's face was dark. He stared at this meddlesome small reporter and wished he could dig out this guy's heart, cook it and then swallow it.
If there was a neutral coroner instead, then this matter would definitely be exposed. The chief of the police station wanted to make excuses and shouted angrily, "Enough, small reporter. Do you think that besides the coroner of the police station, there will be a neutral coroner to participate in this boring self-proof? We don't have time to wait for you to call a third-party coroner."
Everyone also thought it made sense. They didn't want to spend the whole day watching the excitement.
Stanow looked at Donning. He pulled Donning from behind and pointed at the young man. "This gentleman was once a coroner of the police station. But later he was fired. Having him perform the autopsy is more convincing."
The chief of the police station had never seen such a coroner in the police station. But he must not let this young man interfere. He stared at the young man carefully. His expression was cold and there was a hint of threat, as if saying, "Stay away. Don't interfere. Otherwise, you will pay a painful price for your meddling."
Donning looked at the threatening eyes of the chief of the police station and smiled faintly. Looking back, he spread out his hands and showed helplessness. "Don't be kidding, sir. I am not a coroner."
Stanow's originally proud expression immediately became dull and shocked. The young man suddenly changed his statement. This made him unacceptable. He pulled the other party and said anxiously, "No, Donning. You said you were a coroner of the police station. You were fired because you revealed information to me. You can't do this."
Donning broke free from the small reporter's hand and was like a bystander. "Maybe it's just that I was drunk. I don't remember saying such words that night."
Those people from the Blot Post turned pale. Stanow knew that once this matter was proved to be a rumor fabricated by the Blot Post, it would cause very serious consequences. And the only confidence he had to prove all this came from this young man. He shook his head and almost desperately pleaded. "Mr. Donning, you have to testify for us."
"All right. I have to sincerely apologize to you. I was indeed drunk that night. As for continuing to cooperate with you later, it's just because I need money." Donning would never testify for Stanow. This was the result he expected.
Stanow's lips trembled. He rushed up angrily and grabbed the young man's collar. "Damn guy. You have harmed me."
The situation was completely in favor of the police station. The chief of the police station smiled triumphantly. Suddenly he issued an order. "Arrest these two rumor-mongering guys. They have had a serious impact on the reputation of the police station and must be punished."
The people from the police station quickly rushed up and took the two of them away. At this time, the person in charge of the Blot Post lost his previous confidence. He came up and respectfully saluted the chief of the police station and bowed his head to apologize. "Mr. Chief. For the trouble we have caused to the police station, we sincerely apologize to you. In tomorrow's newspaper, we will publish a more detailed letter of apology."
The chief of the police station accepted this proposal. Of course, he had to be more magnanimous. After all, he didn't dare to do anything too extreme against Alkmaar's newspaper.
Due to greed for newspaper sales, the Blot Post paid a painful price. What was even worse was Stanow. Because he didn't keep his promise and published other people's fabricated secrets in the newspaper, he could only stay in prison in the end, waiting for legal sanctions.
And Donning was just talking nonsense after drinking and didn't violate the law. Moreover, the people from the police station quite appreciated the young man's performance at the scene. After some education that night, he was released.
Barak's newspaper office had been set up. That night, a news article was rushed out. The headline: "The Blot Post slandered the authority of the police station. Justice will not be late."