When the Blot Post apologized to the police station on the second day, the newspaper had been abandoned by people due to false reports. Instead, the newly established Blot Morning Post became people's new favorite. Newspapers, as the cheapest way to obtain information, were an indispensable part of people's lives.
The entire Blot Post was finished. Soon Barak only needed to take a check and go to the Blot Post to negotiate the acquisition. As the manipulator of this game, Alkmaar would certainly not mind if the business fell into Donning's hands. This was exactly his purpose.
But another thing made him rarely angry. Luke gave the letter from the Holy See in Varna to Alkmaar. Alkmaar looked at the content of the letter and his face was so gloomy that it was a bit frightening.
"What happened?" Luke asked carefully.
Alkmaar threw the letter on the table and roared angrily, "Luke, look at what you have done. You said that paladin was already dead and the evidence could never reach Varna City. But someone told me that the paladin brought the evidence to Varna City and gave it to him."
Luke almost made a huge mistake. He was nervous and bent over without saying a word.
However, the letter stated that the paladin was already dead and was thrown in the wilderness. This time, Pagna would not make a stupid mistake again. It was finally a narrow escape.
Alkmaar had a gloomy face. He got up and paced, muttering to himself. "Someone has violated the rules of the game and become uncontrollable. Then we have to teach him a lesson and let him understand the price of violating the game rules."
He returned to Luke's side. "Call those idiots who screwed up back. Tell them to teach that young man named Font a lesson and make him calm down."
Luke was about to leave.
"Wait. How is the other young man?" Alkmaar must know all the developments of the two young men.
Luke truthfully told Alkmaar about the matter of the Blot Post. Alkmaar nodded. "The progress is good. He has already taken control of a lot of Alkmaar's businesses. Soon, he can meet the rule maker of the game. I am looking forward to the moment when I meet him."
Compared to Font, Donning did not violate the game rules. The benefit was that he could be freed from the game and get the final reward of the game, all of Alkmaar's businesses.
As for Alkmaar himself, he had more important things. He would soon be selected into a mysterious organization. At that time, it would be the peak of his life.
The business progress was very smooth. The rest was about Alkmaar's title. And the key evidence to deprive Alkmaar of his title was on Cybertron.
Regarding Cybertron, Donning needed to remind Font. With that paladin alone, it was absolutely impossible to deprive Alkmaar of his title. The power behind Font needed to help this paladin. Once the paladin did not listen to his advice and went to the Holy See to submit evidence and finally lost his life, then Font had to go in person and submit the evidence to the people above. As long as Alkmaar's title could be deprived, he didn't need to maintain an alliance relationship with this enemy.
The place where the two had agreed was still a very noisy bar.
"Your progress is very smooth. You have taken over Alkmaar's newspaper business again." Font offered his congratulations. "Soon you can have all his businesses."
Donning was not interested at all in these congratulatory remarks with a hint of provocation. "You have to use the forces behind you to say hello to those high-level people in Varna or go there in person. That paladin may mess everything up. I didn't expect you to be so stupid as to entrust such an important task to a paladin. Even if the paladin stubbornly trusts the corrupt Verna Holy See, you shouldn't be so naive. No one knows better than you and me that the Holy See in any place now is not trustworthy."
Font had originally planned to go in person, but later changed his mind and didn't want to solve this matter through his backstage relationship. He regarded Donning as his opponent and wanted to defeat the other party under the condition of trying to maintain fairness as much as possible. Only such a victory would make him feel that his intelligence was superior to this ally. Although he later felt that using the paladin to sanction Alkmaar through the Verna Holy See was a bit stupid, but it turned out that the paladin was capable.
He gave a wry smile. "Both you and I underestimated that paladin. As far as I know, those materials have been submitted to the chief prosecutor of the First Court in Varna. And that chief prosecutor has submitted the information to a higher-level law enforcement agency. The forces behind me have played their role. The bribed high-level noble officials have encouraged the king to investigate. Now the king has begun to send people to look into this matter. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, Alkmaar's title will be deprived."
Donning was stunned. It seemed that he really underestimated that paladin. He actually had a way to make the chief prosecutor of the First Court in Varna willingly submit those evidences to a higher level. Originally, according to his prediction, even if the paladin listened to his words and gave the evidence to the chief prosecutor of the First Court in Varna, that chief prosecutor would still have to consider whether to blackmail Alkmaar. At that time, Donning planned to let Font greet the forces behind him and take action. Then the chief prosecutor of the First Court would obediently hand over the evidence.
Now it seemed that without Font greeting through his influence, the paladin also did it.
"All right. Then our cooperation ends here. I am looking forward to seeing what means you will use to take Alkmaar's property from me." Donning officially declared war.
Font smiled triumphantly. "It will surprise you then."
After leaving the bar, Donning returned to his apartment. He had to wait. Wait for Alkmaar to announce the next game rules and clues. The silk and wine business in Blot City had not been controlled yet.
As for Font, he had no chance to challenge himself at all. When necessary, he would tell Alkmaar the real background of this smart young man and let Alkmaar end the other party's life. From the first time they met, Donning had already known everything about the forces behind the other party.
Font, who also left the bar, had to make plans to deal with the upcoming storm. After solving Alkmaar's title problem, Alkmaar would definitely take revenge on him crazily.
On the dark streets of Blot City, Font was alone. After turning a corner, he noticed that he seemed to be followed. And there was more than one person.
Taking out the crystal ball from his bosom, the crystal ball was silent. Obviously, it was not supernatural power but just ordinary people. Font stuffed the crystal ball back into his bosom, tightened his windbreaker, and played a cat-and-mouse game with the followers in the complex alleys.
After turning a dark street, the hooligans in uniform black suits lost their target. The hooligan leader kicked the wall in dissatisfaction. "Damn it. We actually lost him."
"Let's go to his home. He will come back." Someone shook the wooden stick in his hand and suggested.
After these hooligans left, Font, who was hiding in the dark, came out. Could it be that Alkmaar already knew his real identity and wanted to take revenge in advance?
Impossible. Font had absolute confidence. His identity could not be exposed. Even Donning only knew that his father had some means but didn't know who it was. All plans were perfect. And it seemed that the people tonight were just some small hooligans. If Alkmaar wanted to take revenge on himself, it would definitely not be just some simple hooligans. He would definitely use supernatural power.
Then who could it be? Font couldn't think of it. He decided to investigate in person.
Following the hooligans to his apartment, he didn't choose to escape. The apartment was a good place to act. No one would know what happened in the apartment. It was much better than being on the street.
Pushing the door open and closing it, Font pretended to be calm and sat on the sofa in the dark.
Those hooligans immediately rushed out together. The leading hooligan swayed the wooden stick in his hand and looked at the young man. "Kid, someone asked us to teach you a good lesson."
Font was not surprised at all. He still sat on the sofa and looked at a group of hooligans through the darkness. "Why?"
There was not the slightest panic in the other party's voice. This made the hooligan leader a bit disappointed. He shouted, "They said you violated the rules of the game. I don't know what game it is."
Violated the rules of the game? Font didn't know that Cybertron had been attacked before. Naturally, he didn't understand the meaning of violating the game rules. He wanted to find out the mastermind behind these hooligans. "Who is the person who asked you to do this? A tall old man who often wipes his hands with a white silk scarf?"
The other party guessed the person who hired them. Although they didn't know the identity of the other party, the man described by this young man completely matched the man who gave them the task.
"In principle, we have received other people's money and cannot betray the identity of the employer." The hooligan leader was very principled.
Font stood up from the sofa and stretched his muscles. "I think you should be very clear that compared to your lives, principles are nothing."
With a threatening response, the hooligan leader looked at the young man like looking at a fool. He laughed wildly. "He actually threatened us. He must be crazy."
Font's expression changed rapidly. His eyes emitted a strange light. The light was like a sharp sword piercing the eyes of the hooligans and reaching their hearts directly. In the face of a possessor of supernatural power, the hooligans had no chance to resist.
Soon Font got the information he wanted. It was Luke. Alkmaar thought that he had broken the game rules and sent these small hooligans to trouble him. It was really hasty. But he didn't know what kind of game rules he had broken that made Alkmaar just want to teach him a simple lesson instead of killing him.
But these were not serious problems. Tomorrow Alkmaar would suffer the biggest blow in his life.
The next day, in addition to a group of fools on the street, the biggest earthquake in Blot's history occurred. The king's special envoy came to Blot City in person. A group of more than ten people came directly in a hurry. Everyone was guessing what had happened.
The envoy group of more than ten people first went to a mysterious manor in the rich area of the local area. After a while, they left and went to the local First Court.
The news quickly spread. Alkmaar interfered with judicial justice and was ordered by the king to deprive him of his duke title and be demoted from noble to commoner. At the same time, the First Court reversed the final result of the previous red wine lawsuit. Clark won.
This storm swept across the entire Blot City. Everyone was talking about this matter. But Clark, who was only focused on playing chess, didn't know about it.
Feeding several pets at the door, Clark's body was still fairly strong. Soon people came to the door. One after another, all his children and grandchildren who were unwilling to visit before came.
They announced to Clark about the lawsuit. Clark had tears in his eyes. In any case, he couldn't believe that he could hear a fair judgment result in his lifetime.
He thought of two young men in his mind. That young man named Font and paladin Cybertron. It must be the result of their efforts.
But soon a stranger came to the door. It was also a young man. The reason for coming was to want to buy Clark's wine business and gave an attractive offer.