Chapter 2943 Clarification

Beat a girl?

Unless it was an assassin or someone who was harmful to me, how could I do something as shameless as beating a girl?

I refuted the dirty water that the blue witch poured on my head righteously: "I didn't beat her!"

The Blue Witch obviously didn't believe it, and retorted with a dark face: "There are rumors in the streets and outside that the girl was beaten so hard that her mother didn't even recognize her, and you are still here to quibble!"

"There are rumors in the streets and outside that the Kaxiu sect did it!"

"Huh, since you weren't beaten, why didn't you show up, not even to the priest and the doctor?"

"If you don't care about face, you can actually see it." Thinking of the graffiti on the girl's face, I laughed.

Seeing me laughing out loud, the blue witch became even more sure of her guess: "You said you didn't beat her up, look at your smile, how treacherous you are!"

"Laughing means beating her?" Shaking my head, I said helplessly: "You have better thinking now. Stop guessing. I really didn't beat her, I just graffitied on her face."

"Graffiti?" The blue witch blinked in confusion.

"Yeah" I raised my chin and pointed her to look at the bag on the table.

The blue witch opened the bag, revealing a paintbrush and a bottle of ink.

With suspicion, the blue witch unscrewed the ink bottle, sniffed it, then was startled, and then looked at me with disdain.

I immediately became unhappy: "What's that look in your eyes?"

"This potion will take more than a week to fade."

"Oh? You know?"

"Of course I know," said the blue witch, "I used this thing to prank the neighborhood kids when I was a kid, and I got scolded. I will never forget it."

"Hahaha, you are quite bad too."

"Humph" she screwed the bottle cap back on and put it back into the bag, then came to the table and continued her lunch.

Many unsolved cases have similar results. If they are major cases, they will be sealed and filed for further investigation. As for minor cases, a scapegoat will often be found, and then the case will be settled hastily, which can be regarded as an explanation to the public.

This late-night beating case was not serious but had a very bad impact. Since there were no clues and it was not worthy of vigorous investigation, it was quickly defined as a minor case by the city lord. The unlucky guy who was not at home and had no one to provide an alibi was used as a scapegoat, so the case was hastily closed.

The final result was that the unlucky guy was imprisoned for a month and sentenced to two weeks of hard labor as a warning to others.

Among the unlucky ones who were punished, I happened to see some familiar faces. Aren't they the same group of unlucky gangsters who harassed me in the first place?

Watching them being escorted away by the soldiers with their heads down, I couldn't feel any sympathy at all.

The main reason is that the behavior of these people is indeed bad, and it caused me a lot of losses - two gold coins were just gone!

Weighing the few hundred gold coins left in the bag, I felt heartbroken.

Rights are very effective under certain circumstances.

The noble young man did not lie to me. His father did enjoy unique privileges in this town. Basically, he was on an equal footing with the city lord. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to force the city lord to order the withdrawal of the investigation in just one day. order, and found a group of scapegoats to take the blame.

But again, rights can only be effective under certain circumstances. Under certain circumstances, they are not so effective. Although he found a scapegoat, the city lord still visited the aristocratic young man’s home late at night and warned his father. , don't make trouble again, otherwise once the senior officials of the Oathkeepers are angered, even he, the city lord, will not be able to save their family.

The above are all whispers. The reason why I can hear them is because I am a "gentleman on the beam".

After listening to the conversation, I quietly climbed down from the roof and slipped into the room of the noble young man.

The maid was lying on the table, sleeping peacefully - sorry, my expression was wrong, she was lying on the table, sleeping peacefully.

Yes, you guessed it right, I knocked her out again.

"Brother, you are back!" The noble young man, who has recovered a lot from his injuries, said with excitement: "What did they say, Father?"

"It's nothing." I waved my hand and said, "It's a private matter between your father and the city lord and has nothing to do with me."

"That's good." He breathed a sigh of relief, leaned forward and collapsed on the bed: "Fortunately, father did not break his promise, otherwise I would never have the face to face you, eldest brother."

"Even if your father breaks his promise, you will still be embarrassed to see me," I said calmly.

He touched the band-aid on his face, feeling extremely distressed.

Although there are priests who can also heal facial scratches, there is still a chance that some faint scars will be left on the face.

In order to ensure that no scars are left, the parents of the aristocratic young man spent a lot of money to buy a bunch of miraculous band-aids from a famous doctor. It is said that after applying these band-aids, the wounds will heal without scabs, and they are guaranteed to be translucent, shiny and not slippery. Lost healthy skin.

I don't know if it has any effect, but the exaggerated and funny way the aristocratic young man vividly imitated the famous doctor's tone and movements still made me smile secretly.

"Big brother" the aristocratic young man suddenly asked: "You didn't disfigure them, did you?"

Seeing how worried he asked, I shook my head and said, "Are the rumors credible?"

"Well, if it's a rumor related to eldest brother, I don't believe it." As he said that, he raised his head, looked at me, and said firmly: "I only believe in eldest brother!"

Nodding slightly, I pulled up a chair and sat down, and said calmly: "I didn't disfigure them, I just beat them up, but the effect in a short period of time is the same as disfigurement. Of course, if they ask the priest for help, it will be very difficult." He is about to recover, but that girl is not so lucky."

"She was beaten more severely?" the noble young man guessed.

"No, I didn't even hit her, I just wrote something on her face."

The noble young man thought for a moment and immediately understood what I meant. He suppressed the urge to laugh and burst into laughter.

After laughing for a while, he gasped and said, "Brother, you are so bad. It will take about two weeks for that kind of ink to fade completely."

"Can that kind of ink make an immediate fading potion?" I asked curiously.

"Yes," the noble young man said, "but the material is quite difficult to obtain, and the price is also very expensive. Even our family may not be able to obtain it."

"So that means the punishment time must be more than half a month?"

"I'm afraid that's the case," the noble young man said. As he spoke, he looked at the injury on his arm and the slight pain on his face. He gritted his teeth and said with relief, "But this is the end she deserves!"

After that, his style changed, his face looked melancholy, and he said, "It's just that this girl's father is not an ordinary person."