Mystery: Shadow of Order Chapter 89

"Do you know what punishment Lancer Nozick will receive?"

Rawls shook his head, not because he pretended not to know, but because there were too many punishments that could be executed, such as whipping, shackles, hard labor, exile, imprisonment, and so on.

Loen's punishment is moving from **** horror to civilization, and he no longer tries to use severe punishment to warn people to reduce crime. When the police system was established more than a decade ago, many sentences were adjusted.

"Caning, about fifty lashes."

Earl Wolf stretched out a palm with a smile on his face, but it turned into a pity:

"It would be great if public caning hadn't been abolished, so Nozick wouldn't be able to survive even this year."

The public punishment of caning was abolished before the establishment of the police system, and most of the punishments at that time had to be dealt with in public. Especially the hanging. At that time, the gallows would become a theater stage, attracting countless people to watch, and the rich were even willing to spend money to buy a good location.

"Caning? Didn't Nozick pay a fine?"

The penalty penalty is also Loen's penalty, and the penalty can be waived with a fine. Although it is limited to a misdemeanor, with the influence of Senator Nozick, his son can be exempted from the penalty by paying the fine.

"No, the judges took this as a warning and rejected the fine."

Looking at the smile on Earl Wolfe's face, Rawls knew that the earl should spend a lot on "refusal".

"So, you deserve to choose one of these collections."

After the salon, Rawls returned home with the mask and feathered snake crown, as well as more than a dozen noble business cards.

After Rawls couldn't refuse Earl Wolf's kindness, he "reluctantly" chose the mask, but Earl Wolf felt that the value of the mask was not enough to express his gratitude, so he gave it together with the feathered snake crown took him.

Looking at the crystal-like mask in his hand, Rawls was a little helpless. Except for the mark in his hand reacting, he had nothing to do with this mask.

At present, Klein has not developed the sacrificial ceremony, and he has no way to give the mask in his hand to Klein for divination, so now he can only put it in his storage room to eat ashes like the feathered snake crown.

At five o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Rolls, who put on a beard and put on a trench coat, came to the tavern agreed with Hugh Dilcha and Williams.

People started to enter the cramped tavern. Rawls pressed his black half-top hat, walked to the bar, looked at John the owner, and knocked on the counter:

"A glass of Lie Langzi."

"Good."

As soon as the boss John, who had just answered, looked up, he saw Rawls with an expressionless face and a beard. His voice trembled a little:

"Sir, Lie Langzi of Feysac is really gone."

Didn't I go to church at St. Samuel's Church? He hasn't been here for days! The goddess thinks I don't have enough money to donate and wants more?

"Ordinary is fine."

The bar owner nodded again and again, took a bottle of Lie Langzi with better quality from the wine rack behind him, and poured it on Rawls.

Rawls took a sip of the wine glass, and found that it was indeed far from the Feysac version of Lie Langzi. He put down the wine glass and said to the boss John:

"Has Williams been here in the last few days?"

"He's here, he's here every day at this time, sometimes he stays a little longer, sometimes he's gone after a drink. Look, he's here."

Halfway through speaking, the boss, John, pointed to the door as if he had seen a savior.

Rawls looked at the door and waved to Williams, who also trotted over and greeted acquaintances in the tavern from time to time.

"Hello sir, sorry for being a little late today."

With a smile on his face, Williams stood beside Rawls and said to his boss John:

"John, a glass of Langzi."

After the boss John poured Williams a glass, he wisely turned aside.

Seeing the boss leave, Rawls lowered his voice:

"Just come, what about the Miss Arbiter?"

Williams bowed his head and narrowed his neck, and said apologetically:

"Sorry, sir, Miss Hugh has something to do today, but she asked me to bring the information she sorted out."

As he spoke, he took out a few folded papers from his pocket and handed them to Rawls.

Rawls took it without looking, just stuffed it into his trench coat pocket, slapped Williams on the shoulder, grabbed Williams' neck with his forearm and upper arm, and said, leaning closer:

"I don't want a next time."

"Okay, okay."

Williams' face was a little distorted, and he nodded. Rawls didn't use too much force when he slapped him, but the force on his neck was so strong that Williams had no doubt that the guy in front of him could snap his neck like this.

"What did she do? I paid for it."

Williams rubbed his neck with his right hand, and his neck kept twisting:

"Hey, didn't she ask for information on the loan shark gentleman Yordle that day? Now that the parade is over, Yordle is out for an event, and Hugh received the information and went to him."

It seems that Hugh still can't escape this disaster, maybe because of the parade ~www.mtlnovel.com~ that yordle has accumulated more grievances.

No, the parade is over?

"You said the parade of those soldiers is over?"

"Yeah!" Williams stopped twisting his neck and leaned in front of Rawls, "You don't know? There is news that the military promised to distribute these people's pensions in place before August. And the march has continued fast. It's been a week, it's time to end."

Rawls picked up the glass, took a sip of Lie Langzi, and asked casually:

"Do you think the military can do it?"

"How is that possible? Now the kingdom will not go to war with the Feysac Empire." Williams raised his neck and took a sip of Langzi. "The pension will be good for this year, no, next year."

"How do you know that the kingdom will not retaliate against the Feysac Empire, you must know that the kingdom has just lost a game."

Although Loen did not take revenge on the Feysac Empire in the future, according to the conversation between Rawls and a few nobles at the salon yesterday, he probably knew that the Council and the Prime Minister have no intention of taking revenge.

But Williams, a little gangster intelligence dealer who spends all day among women and alcohol, knows that this information does not match his identity.

"My old man is a retired navy. He said that if the kingdom planned to take revenge, the pension would have already come down, and it would not be possible to wait for the parade. This is what my old man was like when he was a soldier. When the war was fought, when the money was paid."

After drinking Lonzi from the cup in one sip, Williams' face started to turn red:

"So, my old man left early and stopped working for those nobles."

Rawls silently drank Lie Langzi in the cup. The history of Loen's Royal Navy is more than 500 years. With the opening of new shipping routes, the Navy has directly become the back garden of the nobles. The corruption within the Navy can be imagined.

Chapter end