Chapter 822: Section 550: The Era Advances (Part 3)
"Malin, just like you said, the people you killed that day indeed deserved to die, but why couldn’t you tell me and His Majesty? Tell me and His Majesty, no matter what, we would definitely have stood by your side. Whatever you exposed, whether it’s me or His Majesty, we would have made the right choice. You child, why can’t you trust His Majesty and me?" As the Prime Minister, old Hagelberry’s words were naturally flattering, and in Malin’s opinion, they were obviously biased in his favor.
Moreover, this old man was really cunning. Malin could follow his words and tell him everything he knew about the situation.
As for letting these high and mighty nobles write laws to determine the fate of these crooked merchants?
What a joke, some of these guys are servants of the High Lords present, letting them decide the fate of crooked merchants?
Malin could only smile at that.
But since the old man had given him the opportunity, Malin went along with it—pulling out a huge stack of crime records from his bag: "Old Hagelberry, and Your Majesty Manheim, this stack of crime records in my hands is just a tiny bit of the crimes committed by Alice Moriarty and her organization. In the Copenhagen Police Station, there are a total of seven and a half rooms full of such things. Your Majesty Manheim, your officers have been working very hard. They have sacrificed thirty-five loyal and brave young men over the years to capture Alice Moriarty and her organization. And what have your court, your judges, and your laws done?"
At this point, Malin left a suspense for everyone in the hall, and at the same time, he turned around and smashed the young man on the wall to the floor.
The young man screamed, holding his left shin—Malin had just crushed this lad’s leg; he should thank Malin because if it wasn’t for Malin not wanting to show too much violence in front of his new apprentice, this guy would already be dead.
One mustn’t corrupt the children, Malin thought as he looked up, expectantly looking at the High Lords standing on one side: "Who is Chief Justice Minster Farwell, please stand out."
"Malin, my child, you should at least address him as ’Your Excellency’," old Hagelberry said somewhat resentfully from behind Malin, sounding like he was rebuking Malin’s exceeding his bounds, but anyone could hear the sarcasm in the old man’s tone towards Minster.
Quite normal, as the Prime Minister, Hagelberry is of course the natural superior of the members of the high court, and he obviously hadn’t heard all this from them.