"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.
As usual, when Chief Justice Minster Farwell didn’t come forward, the High Lords spontaneously stepped aside or stepped forward, making way for an empty space in the middle for the Chief Justice.
He had obviously seen such scenes just a few days ago, his timidity made him tremble, but his courage and perseverance allowed him to continue standing, instead of slipping to the ground like the former Minister of Finance’s old friend.
What a courageous man, or should I say... somewhat stubborn.
Malin sighed, at the same time he reached out and helped the young man up, tossing him onto a nearby empty chair, and even treated his wounded leg.
"You treated me?" The young man looked at Malin as if surprised by the murderous demon suddenly showing mercy.
"Your screams were too loud, they would have disadvantaged Chief Justice Minster Farwell’s forthcoming self-defense." Malin finished speaking, flicked his hand, and the young man and his chair flew out of the window together. This was the third floor, and with the lad’s skills, he should probably not die.
Having done all this, Malin turned his head to look at his apprentice, who seemed about to speak. The lovable Soren noticed Malin’s gaze and smiled awkwardly: "Teacher, why did you heal Lord Rodneym’s leg, help him up to the chair, and then throw him out with the chair?"
"Rodneym indeed displeased me, but he is the only young man in the hall without a beard, apart from women and children. Out of confidence in the nobility, I think he shouldn’t be ignorant of all this. Child, remember, the circle of nobility is large, yet also small, there’s basically no secret that can elude your scrutiny in this world. Therefore, you spoke of Rodneym, he might just be a pawn put forward by the current High Lords, so initially, I was planning to kill him."
Here, Malin paused—he had to give his lovable apprentice a chance to speak.
As expected, with curiousity written all over his face, Soren asked the perfect question: "Why then, teacher, did you spare his life?"
"He didn’t plead for mercy, nor was he defiant, but obviously, he realized it when I lifted him up against the wall. However, he did not mention that person’s name. Child, keeping one’s mouth shut is a very valuable virtue. Often, it can save your life or the lives of your family, so...my child, look around, among the lords present, who could Rodneym not afford to offend?"
As he spoke these words, Malin was smiling, of course, he knew that the lords behind him certainly wouldn’t dare to smile... well, perhaps only old Hagelberry would laugh heartily at the spectacle.