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Backlund, Factory District, 122 Selesfis Street.
Dusk had already settled, and Michel Viede stood quietly by the second-floor French window, watching the bicycles come and go outside with a restless heart, a faint sense of unease lingering within him.
Sevina Viede, with her light golden hair, held a thick copy of "Loen's Complete Legal Code" and looked at her father, who was deep in thought, and couldn't help but ask,
"Father, why did you come out? Weren't you forging a Beyonder weapon?"
Michel Viede put away his solemn expression and smiled faintly:
"I just came out for some fresh air. Now that you've become a Beyonder, you must follow my instructions. This will greatly reduce your risk of losing control."
"A Lawyer is good at discovering and exploiting loopholes in rules and the weaknesses of opponents, and is skilled at striking opponents through order."
"They also possess Beyonder abilities in eloquence and persuasion, and can, to a certain extent, distort or guide the target's thoughts, making them feel close and willing to trust."
"And the premise for all of this requires you to have a certain amount of knowledge. For now, focus primarily on Loen's law."
Sevina Viede listened attentively, simultaneously jotting notes in her portable notebook.
As night fell, the Factory District presented a different scene. The daytime hustle and bustle gradually faded under the cover of night, replaced by a profound stillness.
The crimson moonlight scattered, twinkling like stars, outlining the intricate industrial buildings and the silhouettes of chimneys.
On the streets, sparse streetlights cast faint glows, barely illuminating the footsteps of pedestrians.
Shadows diffused through the narrow alleys and streets, making the entire Factory District appear even more mysterious and unpredictable. A gentle breeze swept by, bringing the slight whistling of chimneys, as if whispering in the night.
Lonely workers traversed the streets, slowly emerging from the factory gates, their figures appearing weary and thin. Some had pale faces, showing no trace of their former brilliance. They hurried home, their hurried steps revealing their worry for tomorrow's work.
The factory lights still flickered, proving that work never ceased. Faint light emanated from the dilapidated windows, casting an eerie scene onto the streets. Occasionally, the roar of a machine or two would only emphasize the silence of the night.
Aaron stood by the window, silently watching these scenes unfold. He composed himself and turned to look at 122 Selesfis Street, not far away.
He glanced at the time and said to Soro Bint behind him:
"Prepare to act. Be careful to control your strength; don't make too much noise."
In the master bedroom on the second floor, Michel Viede's spirituality stirred. The ritual magic he had set up around the house was triggered.
He abruptly opened his eyes, intending to flip over and stand up. At the same time, his right hand reached for the gun under his pillow, which contained the Beyonder bullets he had prepared, and his left hand reached for the brooch on his chest.
Then his pupils contracted slightly as he realized he couldn't move. All his movements seemed to have been paused.
Under his slightly horrified gaze, two figures slowly emerged. The black-clad man with light golden eyes on the left looked on indifferently, his left hand already raised and closed.
This was the imprisonment from a Sequence 4 Imperative Mage.
Michel Viede clearly realized this, and despair gradually showed in his eyes, a hint of ruthlessness surfacing.
Seeing that the deterrence had been achieved, Aaron lightly coughed, signaling Joseph Weil to lift the imprisonment. Michel Viede was abruptly stunned, looking at the other uninvited guest with a puzzled expression.
He didn't try to sneak away. Not to mention whether he could escape under the gaze of a Demigod, even if he did, what about his daughter?
Since the other party hadn't killed him directly, everything was still negotiable.
As he thought this, he suddenly found the uninvited guest who had spoken to be so familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
Suddenly, he remembered that the source of the familiarity was The People's Daily. As a new newspaper, what was most talked about in the East Borough was Lord Aaron, who had repeatedly made headlines in the newspaper.
It wasn't until he met those eyes, which seemed to be smiling yet not smiling, that Michel Viede finally confirmed his guess and felt a slight sense of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't that group of people.
He then tidied his slightly disheveled clothes and went downstairs to the living room with the two uninvited guests, where he found Sevina Viede sitting on the left side of the living room.
Two guards, though dressed in black robes, still showed feminine features, were closely guarding her. Even without firearms, at such close range, Michel Viede had no doubt they had the ability to instantly kill his daughter.
No longer holding any illusions, Michel Viede, clearly aware of his current situation, sat down on the sofa with resignation, taking the initiative to show weakness:
"Respected Lord Aaron, may I presumptuously ask what brings you here late at night?"
"I can help with anything you need help with. You can also take anything you fancy here. I only hope you can spare my daughter's life."
His final tone carried a hint of pleading. Seeing his father's humble demeanor, Sevina Viede, sitting on the other side, immediately had red eyes, staring fixedly at Aaron.
Aaron looked at Michel Viede in front of him, feeling the murderous gaze from behind him, and lightly coughed, slowly beginning:
"Mr. Michel Viede, I believe you must have misunderstood something. As you said, I am merely visiting you this time. Perhaps my timing and method of visiting were a bit impolite."
"I also hope for your understanding, after all, you wouldn't want everyone to know, would you? This works out perfectly for both you and me. After all, Artisans who don't belong to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery are too rare, and I greatly cherish such talents."
"We are also full of sincerity. Besides disturbing your sleep, no one was hurt. As long as you are willing to serve the East Tucker Family, you will have no more worries, including those who are hunting you down."
Michel Viede looked at his daughter, who was pressed into the sofa, then at the two uninvited guests opposite him, feeling the palpable sense of authority. The words of refusal simply wouldn't come out of his mouth.
Time passed bit by bit, and the oppressive feeling gradually deepened. Cold sweat constantly seeped from Michel Viede's face, and the sofa even sagged by 2 centimeters. Finally, he lowered his head and chose to accept the recruitment.
Aaron smiled, personally stepping forward to help Michel Viede up and lead him to Sevina Viede's side.
"You have made a wise choice. I presume you also understand the foundation and strength of our East Tucker Family. Your daughter is on the Lawyer Pathway."
"I imagine you don't have the subsequent potion formulas, do you?"
"If you are willing to hand over the Sequence 6 Artisan potion formula, I can arrange to provide you with all potion formulas from Sequence 8 Barbarian up to Sequence 6 Baron of Corruption. Of course, you must not leak any of these; this is one of our bottom lines."
"If you perform well, you can also exchange contributions for various Beyonder materials you desire. If you have subsequent potion formulas, I will also help you continue to advance."
Combining grace and might, giving a sweet date after a slap, Aaron didn't expect them to be grateful, but they absolutely couldn't be ungrateful.
With the villa owner's consent, Aaron instructed the guard to conduct a thorough search of the entire villa, collecting various Beyonder weapons and materials and loading them onto a carriage.
Looking at Michel Viede, who was reluctant but had regained his composure, and Sevina Viede, who was still somewhat indignant, he smiled and said:
"Don't worry, I'm not so greedy as to covet these things. They will all be transferred to the East Tucker Manor in the suburbs. There's a workshop prepared for you there. From now on, that will be your new home."
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