Fidel, the leader of the Knights, looks a little old. He has a short beard on his face, which is very neatly trimmed. The span is very large but very stable, the back is straight and the eyes are straight, with a tough temperament unique to soldiers.

His hair is long and slightly curly dark gray, corresponding to the dark gray ears and pointed tail. His eyes are dark blue in cool tone, as deep and transparent as the boundless deep sea. It just adds a bit more mature charm.

When he walked into the meeting room, the originally noisy hall was silent for a moment, and even His Majesty Casey unconsciously adjusted to a more regular sitting posture instead of lazily watching the show with his head on his hands.

All of a sudden it seemed that Peter was coughing loudly because of the terrible veritaserum.

Captain Fidel glanced in Peter's direction, his eyes softened slightly, he nodded slightly, and then returned to that cold and inhuman expression.

He is the type that young boys would dream about a little bit, like vintage wine exuding the mellow charm unique to the years.

Chris glanced at the stupid expression of his little clerk because of his doggy face, and felt that it was necessary to list Mr. Wayne as a refusal account.

——Although Brucey Baby’s seamless disguise of a brainless playboy has added a lot of fun to Chris’s spare time life, but he sometimes has to admit that Mr. Wayne, who has taken off that layer of disguise, is very charming, and he is overwhelmed by suffering, darkness and ups and downs. The polished soul was shining brightly, more dazzling than any treasure he had ever seen.

And he didn't doubt at all that Baby Brucey would not hesitate to pry his corner whenever he had the chance, and take the clerk he was about to cultivate with great difficulty into the big bowl of Wayne Group.

After all, he's [-]% at the top of Batman's rankings, the kind of rankings where you'll kill yourself if you get the chance.

In the few seconds that Chris was distracted, Captain Fidel had already walked in front of Casey's throne. He was not alone, and he was still holding two ducks whose legs were bound and couldn't move, struggling and twisting. The juvenile's rough and unspeakable yells were mixed with uncontrollable quacking noises, and the two ducks made the meeting room look like a vegetable market.

Inexplicably, Peter felt that the voices of the two ducks sounded familiar—it was very similar to the two gangsters who chased him onto the road before, but he couldn't fully confirm it because it had been a long time.

"Your Majesty." Fidel threw the two ducks to the ground, knelt on one knee and lowered his eyes, "Your Majesty, come to plead guilty."

Casey let out a sigh of relief and slowly leaned his back on the back of the throne chair, finally showing the first non-perfunctory smile today.

Fidel lowered his head and didn't notice his expression, but explained the matter clearly in a deep voice.

He was the one who found the cat cubs buried in the courtyard by Peter. After conducting a preliminary investigation, he handed over the task to Spark and the three of them. However, it was obvious that the knight he gave the task to was not very responsible and eager for quick success. , arrested people hastily, interrogated in a hurry, and when he realized this matter, he used family power to coerce him to forge documents to cover up this matter-sometimes those bloody relatives and relationships between nobles are really disgusting, What's more, Spark shared the same surname with him.

"Fidel!" Spark's voice was almost screaming, "Are you crazy?! You clearly promised!"

He couldn't understand why Fidel was so close to death. If he admitted the crime of covering up forged documents, Fidel would definitely lose his position as Knight Commander, but he had already agreed to cover up, but he backtracked and dragged the three of him into the water. It would only lead to angry revenge from their family. He really wondered if Fidel had gone out of his mind, and was so angry that he just wanted to rush up and punch that dead cat in the face.

"I'm sober." Fidel looked at Spark calmly, and he even smiled slightly in a good mood, "If I didn't agree, he should have died in prison."

He pointed to Peter who was lying on the side with an innocent face. Seeing the bewildered expression of the young human belatedly, he felt that the dog's face was not so annoying.

He ignored Spark, who was held down by Lawrence, and said to Casey: "The murderers in this case are these two humans. After amending the documents, I went to the human world under the guise of official duties to capture them both." He said He was referring to the two ducks that had lost their strength and collapsed on the side. "Here are the evidence and confessions. I implore Your Majesty to release the innocent people back."

Casey glanced at the two ducks, and chuckled in a low voice, "It's quite suitable for stewing soup."

The two ducks were even more frightened when they heard the words. They shivered and thumped, leaving a pool of wet yellow on the ground.

Fidel just pretended not to hear Casey’s beeping—the former king passed away early. To a certain extent, His Majesty Casey was watched by him. Appropriate shielding skills will help him not to speak beyond his due duty. The words came—raised his head and said seriously: "I ask myself to be removed from the position of head of the knight order, and I am willing to accept all punishments."

Of course he knew that his decision would mean losing a lot of things or even nothing, but now he just feels relaxed.

He is not very upright, selfless and kind, but he doesn't like being constantly forced to do things that step on his bottom line.

Even if he's just an illegitimate child who can't even tell which cat in the family his father is--it's certainly not going to end well for a maid who bumps into a bunch of sluts who happen to be in heat and wreak havoc-- The family will only be more mean and ungrateful to him, eager to squeeze out the last trace of his use value.

Fiddler paused until the surrounding discussions subsided, and then continued: "If Your Majesty is merciful, please use my achievements over the years to alleviate the crimes of the three of them."

One yard is one yard, and the favors that have been accepted over the years must naturally be repaid.

The gloominess between his brows dissipated, his shoulders slumped slightly, but his back straightened even more.

Casey squinted his eyes and tapped on the handrail lightly. Spark could barely hold on, but the two around him didn't have so much backbone. Their knees softened and they knelt on the ground, crying and begging for mercy. How many of them were related to them also echoed their words-not to mention, the fathers or uncles of these three were standing in the field, and those ministers who were more upright or whose positions were opposite to them began to speak and demand Severely punished, he began to think about the possibility of taking the opportunity to cleanse the interior of the Knights.

The meeting room was suddenly engulfed in noise, so that no one could hear who said what. Chris patted Peter on the head, and led him to sneak to the corner while no one was paying attention. First, he took out a candy plug Into the big golden retriever's mouth and told him to relieve the strange taste in his mouth, and then walked around Peter back and forth to make sure that his little shop assistant had not suffered any grievances.

"It's...it's all right." Peter trembled timidly and turned over to expose his belly, "Um...that regiment leader secretly took care of me."

So even though he was locked in a prison, his quality of life was not bad, he had no shortage of food or drink, and he could read novels about Cat Kingdom to pass the time.

"How about my house over there?" Peter asked again, "Uncle Ben and Aunt May must be very worried about my disappearance, and the school has to explain well if they are counted as absenteeism. Trouble."

Chris stepped on Peter's stomach to confirm that there were no hidden injuries on his clerk's body, then squatted on his head, lowered his head and patted his ears and laughed in a low voice, "Compared to this, you might as well think about how to explain it to the police , I wouldn’t even know about your disappearance if the FBI didn’t come to your door.”

"F...? FBI!?" Peter was so frightened that his voice soared. Fortunately, no one cared about him now that the meeting room was full of noise, so he hurriedly lowered his head and asked, "Why is the FBI here? Aunt Mei called the police Is it? Oh my God, I’ve never been questioned by the police...how can I tell this kind of thing? Will they think I’m crazy? My God, what should I do?!"

"Calm down." Chris patted Peter on the head to keep him from getting too excited, "Take a deep breath, yes, calm down and listen to me."

Peter obediently took a deep breath, watching Chris hope that his seemingly reliable shopkeeper would give him a good idea.

Chris coughed lightly, and said, "Because you were not the only one arrested, the case was listed as a serial disappearance case and handed over to the BAU of the FBI team. That team is an elite team of the FBI, and its specialty is psychological profiling. It's impossible to fool them with your level of lying."

Peter whimpered, and Chris touched his nose soothingly, "Then what should I do? To be honest, it will definitely be regarded as a crazy QAQ"

"It's okay, just tell the truth." Chris Wen said, "Leave the rest to me, and it will be fine."

"Tell the truth no matter what they ask."

The BAU is one of the most elite teams in the FBI. This is a good thing for Chris and his current situation. After all, after the New York War, no one dares to say so easily that the world is really exactly what they imagined before. Moreover, the status of the BAU team in the FBI is enough to have access to information that many ordinary people cannot access-enough information for them to measure whether the so-called cat kingdom really exists.

Even if they were skeptical, Chris would find a way to convince them.

In this case, this case will probably be reported to S.H.I.E.L.D. for handling. To be honest, S.H.I.E.L.D., which has been infiltrated by Hydra and various forces, is actually not as reliable as the FBI. The technical means of the Cat Kingdom are enough to intercept the news before the case reaches S.H.I.E.L.D., tamper with it beyond recognition, and return the blame to Hydra, just like they have done countless times before, silently nibbling the crisis in its infancy.

However, Chris still wrote a reminder to Casey in his to-do list before leaving, so as not to forget it later.

At this time, the noise in the meeting hall came to an end. It wasn't that the cats had finally quarreled, but that the king, who was watching the play on the throne, finally got bored, casually picked up the crystal bottle at hand and smashed it on the ground.

The crackling fragments scattered all over the floor, and the scattered fragments reflected the distorted and deformed images of all living beings in the field. Casey sat back slowly, as if he was not the one who smashed the bottle, and said lightly, "Have you had enough noise?"

The field was silent.

"Since we've had enough noise, let's talk about the serious business." He automatically skipped all the speeches just now, and looked at Peter who was still chattering in the corner and trying to make a confession with Chris.

"Humans," Casey said, "are you willing to forgive them?"

Peter blinked at the three Sparks, "Is there any use for my forgiveness?"

I'm sorry that the cats were so noisy just now that he didn't listen at all, but he seemed to remember that there was such a thing as an out-of-court settlement in the court trial.

"According to our laws, if you forgive their crimes, they can reduce their punishment a little bit," Casey explained.

Peter glanced at Chris, and Chris turned his gaze away, which meant to let him decide for himself.

So Peter looked at the three knights. His eyes were black and bright, as clean as a clear spring. He knew the three knights were struggling helplessly in anger, but he didn't see any trace of remorse.

Not at all.

"I don't forgive them." The boy's voice was clean and clear, without any hesitation or haze.

If Mr. Leader hadn't rescued him, if the store manager hadn't come to him, would he have suffered a crime that he shouldn't have to bear, and even lost his life?

Peter looked at the three knights, and repeated earnestly, "I will not forgive them."

no way.

Chris looked at the boy's shining eyes, and suddenly and clearly felt a certain moment, the trembling of his heart was so excited that it accelerated.

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