Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

He suspected that he had heard wrongly.

Lance looked at him and said, "I said, since it's an honor for you to give me money, then give me all your assets."

Amat was stunned.

His mouth was agape, his eyes were wide open, and his mind was completely blank.

What's going on with this person? This isn't how things should be done!

Isn't giving gifts a way for us to get closer, collude together, and exploit those poor folks? Maybe if we give enough gifts, we can even unlock special CGs.

Why did you come up here and ask for all my assets?

"No... Lord Lance, you... you are..." Amat stammered.

Lance stopped wasting words with him, leaned forward slightly, and looked at him: "Amat Ras, maliciously withheld workers' wages, refused to comply with court judgments, and maliciously injured people, causing them disability."

"The verdict is now announced—confiscation of all family property and eighty years imprisonment."

"Does anyone have any objections?"

The office was deathly silent.

Old Colin and young Toby stood there, mouths agape—they only wanted their wages back, but Lord Lance had ordered the confiscation of this unscrupulous merchant's property!

Curry stood at the door, barely daring to breathe—eighty years! This Amat is over forty now; he's going to spend the rest of his life in jail!

Amat finally realized what was happening. The fawning on his face instantly turned into terror, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

wow-

His pants were instantly soaked, yellow liquid flowing down his trousers and spreading into a puddle on the floor, filling the air with the stench of urine.

Amat had only one thought in his mind: It's over, it's all over.

Cielsa glanced at the puddle on the ground, frowned, and took a half step back.

"Lord Lance! You can't do this!" Amat knelt on the ground, trembling as he cried out, "I'm a friend of the Colby family! My brother-in-law is a knight of the Colby family! You can't do this to me!"

"I have money! I'll give you money! You can have as much as you want! Please, please let me go!"

He shouted as he crawled forward, trying to grab Lance's leg.

The guard kicked him back.

Amat lay on the ground, his face covered in snot and tears, when suddenly he remembered something, got up, and cried out, "Wait, wait, wait! I know I was wrong, I'll never do it again! Please, please forgive me!"

Lance looked at him and shook his head.

"Sigh, it's not that I don't want to let you go."

He paused, his tone eerily calm: "You don't realize you're wrong. Even if I let you go today, you'll still reveal your true nature tomorrow."

Amat was stunned.

Lance thought for a moment, then added, "Your sentence was too lenient—change it to confiscation of all your property, sending you to work in the mines, and life imprisonment."

"By the way, arrange for people to take turns keeping watch at night and wake him up every hour."

Lance looked at Amat, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Don't let him commit suicide."

Amat was completely paralyzed.

Make him mine cryptocurrency? And wake him up every hour? That's worse than death.

"And another thing," Lance said, taking twenty gold coins from his pocket and placing them on the table. "Curry, give these to the guards."

He glanced at Curry and asked with a smile, "Curry, you're not going to pocket it, are you?"

Curry's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down: "How dare I, Lord Lance!"

The guards lifted the limp and mushy Amat and dragged him outside.

Amat shouted, "My brother-in-law will come to save me! You wait!"

The sound grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The office finally quieted down.

Lance looked at the two brothers.

Old Colin and young Toby were still standing there, like two dried-up old logs, tears on their faces, mouths agape, completely bewildered.

Lance pulled out twenty gold coins.

"Take these gold coins."

Old Colin accepted the gold coin with trembling hands.

His lips trembled, and he tried to say something, but couldn't utter a single word. He could only pull his younger brother along and bow deeply to Lance.

The two brothers were led away by the guards.

As he reached the door, old Colin turned back to look at Lance, his eyes red-rimmed, and finally nodded heavily.

Only Lance, Cielsa, and Little Black sleeping soundly on the sofa remained in the office.

Cielsa walked over, her eyes sparkling: "Lord Lance, you were so cool just now."

Lance leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs: "No big deal."

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a golden hue on the floor.

Xiao Hei rolled over on the sofa and continued sleeping.

Sielsa stood by the window, watching the two brothers walk out of the police station downstairs, then turned back and smiled, "Lord Lance, what do you think they're thinking right now?"

Lance thought for a moment: "He's probably thinking—am I dreaming today?"

"Pfft." Cielsa laughed.

Curry cautiously peeked in: "Lord Lance, is there anything else you need?"

"You will personally handle the confiscation of the property," Lance said. "You are not allowed to embezzle a single penny. All the money owed to the workers must be checked and paid in full."

"And what about the rest?"

"What's left?"

Curry nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, yes! I'll handle it perfectly!"

……

Late at night, Amat's brother-in-law, Cori, arrived at the prison in the north of the city carrying a basket of things.

He bribed the guards with a large sum of money before he was allowed to go in to visit.

As you walk through the dark corridor, strange smells and sounds emanate from the cells on both sides.

Corey covered his nose and walked all the way to the innermost part.

Amat was locked in a solitary cell, still wearing his urine-soaked trousers, which were now dry but wrinkled and smelled strange.

He slumped onto the haystack, his eyes glazed over, muttering to himself.

There were several spirited soldiers outside the cell.

Corey stood at the cell door, looking at his brother-in-law's appearance, feeling a mix of emotions.

"Brother-in-law," he called out.

Amat looked up abruptly and saw Corey. As if seeing a lifeline, he scrambled and crawled onto the railing.

"Corey! My dear brother! You've come! Help me!"

He gripped the railing, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse and inhuman: "Go beg Lance. If he won't agree, kneel down and beg him!"

Corey paused, looking at his brother-in-law's erratic state, and instinctively asked:

"Huh? You want me to kneel before Lance?"

Corey's lips twitched.

He had already asked Viscount Colby who this Lance was.

They actually offended that important person.

My brother-in-law has no hope of getting out.

Looking at his brother-in-law's contorted face, he suddenly found it somewhat laughable—

Is this the same person who was so eloquent and assertive with him at the dinner table just a few days ago?

He's lying in jail like a dead dog now, still not even changed his pants.

"So, people who seem so capable are no different from ordinary people once they're locked up in prison and their true colors are revealed..."