A guard came to the entrance and reported: “Mr. Berger, Mr. Collins, there are people outside trying to break in, a lot of them, led by Joe Grant and others.”
“That Joe Grant again,” Mr. Berger said with some anger in his eyes.
After the previous incident, this Joe Grant had been instigating things, and now he was at it again.
“Let them in, I want to see what they are up to,” Mr. Berger waved his hand and agreed.
Then, Joe Grant and about a dozen others walked in, all patriarchs of the capital’s families, mostly from the Grant family’s sphere of influence. As soon as Joe Grant entered, he said, “Mr. Levis.”
He looked at the other person in the room, Mr. Levis, a member of the Central Tower cabinet.
They didn’t look for Mr. Berger, because they knew he was unreasonable, a coarse man who readily wielded blades and firearms. They were people of status, how could they look for him?
“Mr. Levis, you are in charge of the law. The police, the disciplinary commission, they are under your command. Tell me, if someone goes on a rampage and massacres people in a city, how should he be sentenced?” Joe Grant asked Mr. Levis directly.
They had gone to Mr. Levis for another reason. He was in charge of the law, which was directly related to Robin.
Mr. Levis’ status and authority had nurtured a temperament different from Mr. Berger’s years in the military and fiery personality, or Mr. Collins’. He was like a cultivated, tranquil old man. Just like those elders doing Tai Chi in the park every morning – unhurried and mild-mannered.
“He should be sentenced to death,” Mr. Levis said.
“Haha, as expected of Mr. Levis, upright and just. Now, there is someone massacring people in Mountland. Surely Mr. Levis has heard, so how should this wanton killer Robin be sentenced? Shouldn’t armies be dispatched to hunt him down, or first issue a warrant, calling him a serial murderer and wanted nationwide? What do you think?”
Joe Grant laughed loudly, then squinted his eyes and continued.
Sending armies would be useless. They might even end up helping Robin instead.
They knew most of these cabinet members actually stood with Robin.
But once he was convicted of a crime, Robin would not only lose his Primus title, his reputation would also be ruined. He would become a public enemy across Kisia.
That was the real punishment.
They could thoroughly destroy Robin like this.
“Oh, you make good points. But how do you know it’s Robin? I heard it was Darkboard’s 38th ranked top assassin, Nightowl, not some Robin.”
Mr. Levis smiled faintly.
That’s right, he stood behind Robin.
These cabinet members were Robin, the Primus’ greatest backing.
“This…”
Joe Grant froze up instantly.
Wasn’t it obvious? Nightowl was Robin, Robin was Nightowl. The Sword of Kings incident was clearly a setup.
But before he could speak, Mr. Levis’ words rendered him speechless.
“Evidence. Everything requires evidence. As someone in charge of the law, I care most about evidence,” Mr. Levis narrowed his eyes and held out a hand, “Show me the evidence and I’ll convict him.”
How could Joe Grant produce any evidence?
Nightowl had never admitted to being Robin.
The information had just spread.
But there was no evidence! What evidence could there be?
He was instantly at a loss for words, thinking this old man was even harder to deal with than Mr. Berger. Mr. Berger was unreasonably stubborn, but they could still handle him. But this one insisted on reason, yet couldn’t be reasoned with at all!
The situation turned awkward in an instant.
“No evidence? Then think carefully about falsely accusing a Primus – the consequences, according to Article 78, Chapter 375 of the Kisian legal code. Maliciously slandering a general officer is punishable by 10 years imprisonment, and for a Primus… Although Robin had lost his position, he was still Kisia’s only Primus, with a special status.
“Mr. Levis, it’s a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding!”
Joe Grant quickly waved his hands, “It was absolutely a mistake this time. We’ll be going now.”
He left with his men, gone as quickly as they had arrogantly arrived, now crestfallen. How embarrassing.
He decided not to deal with Mr. Levis again in the future. Always smiling, yet a sly old fox. He had a rebuttal for everything said, turning it around against them, leaving them speechless.
As expected, those who laughed a lot weren’t good people.
Back in Central Tower, Mr. Berger said to Mr. Levis, “You’re too gentle, Mr. Levis. If it were me, I’d have kept them just now and beheaded those who deserved it, seized the assets of those who deserved it, annihilated those families who deserved it. This is no time for Little Mads.”
“Think about it. If their wishes were fulfilled and Little Mad convicted, the entire military would be destabilized, dissatisfied. The front lines are barely holding on as is. Add this and how could we keep fighting? We’d be finished. As the saying goes, don’t swap generals before battle. Yet here they want to kill our top general. This cannot be tolerated! We must kill them now!”
Mr. Berger wanted blood again.
In his youth, he had been a great general. Even in old age, he was still hot-blooded.
Normally he wouldn’t casually talk about killing, home-raiding, or family-annihilating. After all, these were peaceful times. But the situation now – Kisia was about to fall! Yet these fools still made trouble? It really ignited his killing urge.
Killing them would solve it!
“Lee, calm down,” Mr. Levis patted Mr. Berger’s shoulder.
“How can I be calm about this?” Mr. Berger shook his head.
“Lee, Mr. Levis did the right thing this time. We can’t kill these people now, or it would cause tremendous turmoil. What we need to do now is create a good, stable rear for Little Mad, so he can fight steadily at the front,” Mr. Collins turned and sighed at Mr. Berger.
“The front lines have entered the final stage. All we can do now is keep the rear stable, no more waves.”
Hearing Little Mad, Mr. Berger turned his head.
He had children and grandchildren, including a granddaughter.
But his proudest was this student of his, who had forcefully taken the originally weak, bullied Kisia to the world’s peak, striking fear into countless countries.
If Robin hadn’t married, he would have matched his granddaughter to him. She was quite a beauty.