Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

The Jalen Woodworking incident took an unexpected turn.

It was revealed that the witnesses' testimonies had been manipulated.

From the beginning, the defendant's assault had been completely fabricated.

What was even more surprising was that the person behind all of this was the Marquis Wesley Malone.

Flanger Sierra and DeAndre Giovanni were reunited after only a few days. The two dukes wore very somber expressions.

"I was planning to appeal to His Majesty the Emperor and then bring new evidence to light," Flanger said.

"If everything had gone as planned, it would have been a fatal blow. It's a shame, though."

"Tsk! It was a nice try," DeAndre muttered. "Still, it was a good choice to move Marquis Wesley Malone. Thanks to him, we were completely undetected."

"What does that person do?" Flanger asked.

"I'm stepping down from my position as president of the association. Vice president Sean Malone is also stepping down."

"Umm. I'm sorry," Flanger said with a bitter face.

Because Marquis Wesley Malone was a member of the Giovanni noble faction, they had stolen other people's talents, and the results weren't good.

Although Duke Amman Sierra had a thick face, he could not avoid responsibility here.

One thing was clear: Duke Giovanni acted as if it were no big deal.

"It's okay. If you want to take down that bastard Abel, you have to make this kind of sacrifice."

"Thank you for your generous understanding. I will definitely repay this debt."

"I will look forward to it."

"By the way, how about being careful for the time being?"

"Since this is such a big incident, it would be better to take a break for a while. Let's do that."

The two dukes nodded heavily and rose from their seats. Then, they lightly held hands. On the surface, it seemed like a perfect alliance. Of course, deep down, it was completely different.

'Haha! I was going to get rid of Wesley Malone anyway. He's been creeping up on me lately, and I'm not sure if that's normal.'

'What about debt? It was all calculated to use him from the beginning. If things go wrong, I can get out of it.'

The two quickly left the hideout, hiding their sinister intentions.

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The trial-rigging case against Marquis Wesley Malone had been settled lightly. Since no actual damage occurred, it ended with his resignation and a public apology.

"It's a bit disappointing," Cordell McNeill said, licking his lips and glaring at Abel with a creepy expression.

It seemed that he was disappointed that he could not continue to support Marquis Malone.

"He's a smart guy. He gave up early because there was no answer," Abel replied.

"If I had struggled to survive, I would have ended up in a much worse situation."

The problem wasn't with small-time people like Wesley Malone.

Knock knock.

"Come in."

"It's been a long time, Your Highness."

The person who came to see Abel was the head of the prosecution, Count Howell Pierre. If he was visiting the office in the mansion on a weekend when everyone else was resting, the matter must have been quite serious. Of course, it could have been just for show.

'I work so hard, so please take good care of me? That's probably what it means.'

But judging from his gloomy expression, it seemed like he had no selfish intentions.

"I'm sorry for coming without an appointment," Howell Pierre said.

"It's okay. By the way, what's going on?" Abel asked.

"I discovered a strange organization, but I thought I should report it before digging any further."

"Is it so?"

The prosecution headquarters was currently waging war against the underworld and crime. The reason they were so strong as to catch a rat was simple. They had crossed the line so far.

Didn't they dare try to set fire to the dukedom?

They were determined not to simply deal with the Palmer gang, but to uproot them entirely.

Unlike Northern Ark, the organizations in Perias were of considerably poor quality. Should I say that if you give them money, they will do anything without knowing the extent?

"Let me take a look," Abel said.

"Yes, here it is."

Chief Pierre handed over a fairly thick folder. The report format was very neat, and the content felt rich. It looked like he'd put a lot of effort into it.

'Is it a puppy style?'

When Abel looked at Howell Pierre, a large golden retriever came to mind.

He was the image of someone sitting down and panting after carrying out an order. It seemed like Howell Pierre was really hungry for praise, but Abel could always give him lip service. If that motivated him, so be it.

"You've already dismantled thirty organizations? That's quite a feat in such a short period of time," Abel said.

"Haha! That's too much praise. I was just following His Highness's orders."

"I never dreamed that things could be handled so neatly."

"Heh heh! Oh, sorry. I was in a good mood, so…"

"By the way, where is that strange organization?" Abel asked.

"It's right behind you."

Chief Pierre, who had been smiling brightly, hurriedly continued his explanation. Actually, there wasn't much content in the report from here on.

They found an unidentified organization, but it disappeared in an instant.

If it had only gone that far, Abel wouldn't have cared much. He would have just thought of them as people who ran away because they were scared of the war on crime.

But that wasn't the case.

"The place it was discovered was near the palace?" Abel asked.

"Yes. I was wondering if it was the activity of the Imperial Guard, so I asked…" Howell Pierre hesitated.

"Didn't you say no?"

"Yes, it has nothing to do with Black Agent either."

"If there is no special activity, I think it would be okay to just leave it alone."

"But secret passageways have been discovered throughout the inner mansion area. They are extremely secretive and possibly dangerous."

It definitely felt quite different from the typical underworld. Usually, you couldn't get into the inner mansion area. It was a neighborhood where only high-ranking nobles lived, so security was tight, and it was full of powerful people. If you wandered around suspiciously for no reason, you could end up in trouble in an instant.

"Okay, I understand. Let's try to connect you with Black Agent."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Please also clean up the rest of the organizations."

"Of course. I'll take this opportunity to completely wipe it out!"

Chief Howell Pierre clenched his fist and answered.

No matter how much Abel thought about it, Howell Pierre was a truly unique character.

He flipped through the rest of the report carefully. But there was nothing special anymore. The content was only that they were investigating and rounding up all the members of the underworld.

"I'm sure you'll do well," Abel said.

The last strange organization mentioned was on his mind, but Abel didn't think he needed to worry too much about it.

Well, they were a group of criminals anyway.

As he was putting the report aside and picking up the next court document, he suddenly heard Cordell McNeill's voice.

"It's the weekend. Aren't you working too much?"

Judging from the way her butt was wiggling, Cordell seemed to want to get out of the office quickly.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Abel shrugged and answered.

"I can't help it. There are too many places that need me."

"How about you take a rest now?"

"Why? Do I have to attend another party?"

"No. It is my turn to appease the lady. She has been greatly hurt by the flirting of Marquis Wesley Malone."

"I don't think he did anything that severe."

"A confession attack is bound to have a big impact. Unless you're a peerless handsome man like me."

"…"

Abel looked at him with a frown. Then Cordell opened his eyes wide and shrugged his shoulders.

"No, what's with that look in your eyes? It's like you're looking at a bug."

"You got it right. You only think about cheating when you meet."

"I love everyone equally?"

"Oh, that's fine. Don't be noisy and just sit in a corner. If you keep interrupting me, you'll only increase my working hours."

"Eek."

Cordell McNeill slumped his shoulders.

Abel wanted to hit him in the face because his act of pretending to be cute was so disgusting. But unless it was a huge mistake, wouldn't the escort be able to beat up the knight?

Abel shook his head and tried to concentrate on the paperwork.

But then someone knocked on the office door again.

Drip, drip.

"I don't know why there are so many interruptions today."

"Should I tell him to turn off?"

"I told you to stay put?"

"Huh!"

"Stop making a fuss and just go open the door."

"Yes!"

Cordell ran over and carried out the order.

The next person to visit after Director Pierre was Miller Xavier, Vice President of their Dappen Group.

"Nice to meet you, Your Highness the Duke."

"Welcome. Are you busy these days?"

"Still, I feel really good. I'm proud to see the company growing every day. The employees are happy too."

The Dappen Group was truly considered one of the best workplaces. If you asked the children of nobles these days, they were much more popular than bureaucrats. The salary was high, and they didn't ask you to do anything out of the ordinary.

Although they lacked power, their social reputation was better. So, how could talented people not flock there?

"By the way, what are you doing this weekend morning?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I just got a request for consulting."

"… What did you say?"

"He asked me to open the lecture."

Abel blinked, a dumbfounded expression on his face

He couldn't understand what this was all about.

What kind of lecture is a lecture in a medieval fantasy world?

'And he want me to do it for him?'