The villain daughter did all kinds of things

So Emerald recalled the original game's storyline once again.

In the original game, there was no character named Su Lina at all, so the problem likely lies with the Art Association itself.

In the original game, the main characters didn't get involved in the film industry and had absolutely no conflict of interest with the Arts Association. Therefore, the Arts Association only appeared later in the story.

A massive disaster suddenly struck a city in the Federation, killing or injuring nearly 50 people and turning the city into ruins.

Afterwards, the FBI and other official agencies conducted an in-depth investigation and discovered that the cause of the incident was the arts association.

The president of the art association inexplicably turned into an ugly and powerful monster, and the disaster was caused by that monster. Many association members were also affected and turned into monsters as well.

To resolve this disaster, the federal government naturally called upon capable individuals to launch a siege against the Arts Association. The protagonist group, who were practically a federal hero squad at the time, readily accepted the mission and became the main force in slaying the monsters.

In the original game, that monster was quite strong. Even though the main characters were almost all in the fusion stage at the time, they still had a tough time before finally defeating it. In that battle alone, Yulia had a total of three defeat cutscenes that could be unlocked.

This is also the main reason why Emerald is not in a hurry to completely destroy the Art Association; she is worried that the president, in a desperate move, might turn into a monster like in the original game.

Based on the monster's performance in the original game, Emerald believed that it would be necessary to wait until Julia also reached the Fusion stage before they could reliably defeat the monster.

The various evils of the Art Association in the original game were only fully exposed after the Monster Leader was killed. Players can choose to massacre the Art Association afterward because all members of the Art Association are at risk of being turned into monsters by the Leader, thus preventing future troubles.

There wasn't much information about the president of the art association in the original game; there wasn't even a single illustration of her before she turned into a monster.

Fortunately, there is still a lot of information about her in this world. Hundreds of years ago, she was the Federation's top singer and dancer. Her extreme personal charm made countless people crazy about her. As a result, she gathered a lot of supporters, founded the Arts Association, and it has continued to develop to this day.

The lady Mondory who issued the mission at the Lohid Club is another Fusion-stage powerhouse in the Art Association besides Wayne, and also the Art Association's only president, an old woman who has lived for hundreds of years.

Lady Mondori was indeed very beautiful in her youth. Amelie had seen Mondori's appearance in many old fashion magazines and paintings, and she was definitely a top-tier beauty. It's hard to imagine that she would eventually become such an ugly monster.

As for why Mondori turned into a monster, the original game didn't explain it, and there's almost no information about it in the real world either. Mondori has been hiding behind the scenes of the association for many years, and almost no one has seen her in the last hundred years. If it weren't for the fact that she occasionally goes to the Lohid Club to exchange resources, many people would believe that she's dead.

However, Emery did have some guesses about this.

These ancient beings, apart from those with a good mindset like the old lich, often experience anxiety due to their inability to make further breakthroughs. This anxiety leads them to act recklessly, ultimately either destroying themselves or causing disasters.

The most classic example is the final boss in the original game, which is likely why Mondori turned into a monster.

Could it be that the Art Association's reckless and risk-averse attempt to kill Sulina was ordered by Mondoly herself?

Could it be that Mondoli wanted to kill Sulina because Sulina might affect her breakthrough, or even be the main reason why she would eventually turn into a monster?

Amelie thought it was very likely.

If that's the case, then we must be cautious.

These old guys, eager to break through, are capable of anything; they don't care about laws, morals, or the rules of the game.

If hiring an assassin to kill Sulina fails this time, it wouldn't be surprising if that old hag Mondoly were to personally kill Amelie next time.

"...That old bastard really knows how to cause me trouble."

Thinking of this, Emery first rubbed her temples in annoyance, then patted Sulina beneath her:

"Senior, you've probably been targeted by a perverted old man. For the time being, don't go to the dance troupe. Just stay with me... As for the girls in your dance troupe, let's give them a paid long leave for now."

"……I see."

Su Lina's voice trembled slightly:

"How long will this situation last? It can't go on like this forever, can it?"

Of course, Sulina didn't want to die either, but she still had ideals. It was equally difficult for her to accept being protected by Emery.

"Don't worry, it won't be long... at the earliest two or three months, at the latest half a year."

Emery squinted and thought for a moment, then patted Sulina again:

"Senior, you just need to make it look good and have fun, I'll take care of the rest."

"Okay, I believe you."

This time, Su Lina's voice was much calmer and more confident.

Now that she has completely dedicated herself to Emerald, Sulina firmly believes that Emerald can do anything.

Emerald was never one to sit idly by and wait to be beaten. The best way to solve problems was never to prepare answers in advance, but to directly eliminate the person who created the problem.

The plan to destroy the Arts Association needs to be accelerated.

. . . . .

FBI, temporary detention cell.

The environment here is quite nice, clean and tidy, with beds, tables and chairs, and a separate wet and dry toilet and shower, almost like a hotel room.

Old Langdon is locked up here, currently leaning back in a chair, leisurely drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, not at all like a heinous criminal.

After being taken to FBI headquarters last night, Mr. Langdon was questioned.

The detectives had expected Langdon to remain silent or resort to legal maneuvering, and were prepared for a long and arduous struggle. To their surprise, things went smoothly. Langdon confessed to everything, admitting to all his crimes without reservation, and even recounted them to the detectives in a vivid and detailed manner, as if telling a story.

Chapter 206 Public Trial Begins

During his interrogation, Langdon was very cooperative and confessed to all his actions.

In addition, given his special status and powerful connections, the Bureau of Investigation did not make things too difficult for him. After taking his statement, they arranged for him to be placed in this temporary detention room specifically for high-ranking officials, pending the collection of all physical evidence before the federal court would deliver its verdict.

Since old man Langdon surrendered voluntarily and cooperated well after being captured, and since this was the FBI headquarters, the agents believed he wouldn't escape, so their guard wasn't as strict. They simply put a sealing lock on the door and installed magical surveillance in the room.

Old Man Langdon certainly had no intention of running away, but that didn't mean he could stay here peacefully until the trial began.

Early morning, before the detectives who had slept all night came to work, was also the time when the detectives who had been on duty all night were most tired.

One of the unremarkable male agents sneaked into old Langdon's room while his colleagues weren't looking and turned off the magical surveillance system inside.

At the time, old Langdon was not asleep either, but was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. He didn't pay any attention when an agent suddenly entered the room—this was the FBI headquarters, and the appearance of agents here was as normal as ants appearing in an ant hole.

Suddenly, the detective pulled out a pair of pliers and an awl, and a sinister smile appeared on his ordinary face.

"Old man, if you don't want to suffer, hand over your research results!"

But old Langdon wasn't afraid at all; he just glanced at the agent with disdain.

"Didn't I already say that all my research results can be made public free of charge, but only after the court hearings me... um, public hearings, the kind with lots of reporters."

"I didn't say it would be made public for free! I said it's for me! For me, do you understand?"

The agent was clearly angered by Langdon's mockery; his expression became even more ferocious, and he brandished the pliers and awl in his hands to intimidate Langdon.

"Or do you have to suffer a bit before you'll behave?"

“…Oh, I see.”

Old man Langdon then put down his coffee and newspaper, but still said casually:

"You are an undercover agent planted in the Investigation Bureau by some organization or interest group. Your boss wants my research results to benefit himself... So you will probably kill me to silence me after you find out about my research results, because your boss definitely doesn't want me to make my research results public."

"You old bastard, you're asking for it!"

Suddenly, even his underwear was exposed. The agent was immediately enraged and stabbed the old man Langdon with an awl, wanting to make him suffer first.

But he miscalculated.

Because of Langdon's overly cooperative behavior, the FBI simply locked him up here without handcuffing or shackles, and without sealing his physical abilities or magic.

Old Man Langdon's talent for cultivation is indeed not high; he can't compare to a true expert.

But before being misled by Emery, old man Langdon had traveled throughout the Commonwealth for 30 years as a wandering doctor. During that time, although he didn't encounter any particularly strong enemies, he did encounter quite a few thugs and ruffians, gaining rich fighting experience.

Moreover, old man Langdon was an exceptionally skilled doctor. Years of experimentation had made his hands incredibly accurate, steady, and fast.

So before the agent's awl could pierce Langdon's neck, Langdon had already grabbed him by the neck.

Realizing something was wrong, the agent immediately tried to unleash his magic to shake off old man Langdon's hand, but it was too late.

The sharp blade pierced directly from Langdon's palm, sinking into the agent's neck. The tip of the blade was also coated with poison, instantly rendering the agent unable to resist.

"What kind of trash dares to covet my research results?"

After rendering the agent unable to resist, old man Langdon, his face full of contempt, showed no mercy in his actions, twisting the agent's head more than 720 degrees, turning it into a pretzel, and causing him to completely lose his life.

Then, with a casual shove, the old man Langdon knocked the agent to the ground. He then sat back down, picked up his coffee and newspaper, and continued reading and drinking.

It wasn't until more than 10 minutes later, when other agents who had noticed the magical surveillance had been turned off came to check the room, that they discovered there was an extra body, and the alarm immediately went off.

Faced with the investigators and agents who stormed into the room, old man Langdon remained calm and unperturbed:

"Why are you looking at me? I was acting in self-defense! This guy must be a mole planted in your investigation bureau by someone, trying to get my research results and then kill me to silence me. Unfortunately, he was too useless and I killed him instead... If you don't believe me, you can use necromancy to look at his memories."

In fact, many people could deduce that Langdon was probably not lying without using necromancy to read memories... because the deceased agent's behavior was indeed very abnormal, and he was carrying interrogation tools.

However, just to be on the safe side, the Bureau of Investigation quickly used a magical device inscribed with necromancy to examine the memories of the deceased agents, confirming old man Langdon's statement.

Not only that, the deceased agent was also a long-time mole who betrayed the Bureau of Investigation more than ten years ago and joined a new boss. Over the years, he had helped his new boss steal top-secret information from the Bureau of Investigation, and his crimes were enough to warrant his execution several times over.

Therefore, after consulting with the director of the Bureau of Investigation, the investigators did not pursue the responsibility of Langdon for killing the agent, as he was indeed acting in self-defense.

However, this incident also made the Bureau of Investigation realize that they had to keep a close watch on Langdon. Langdon himself might not run away, but there were likely others like that mole agent who were coveting Langdon's research results.

As a result, the Bureau of Investigation tightened its surveillance of old Langdon, and anyone who came to see him had to undergo a rigorous check.

In this situation, the first person to visit old Langdon was a lawyer, one of Sphingart's most famous and top lawyers.

A thin, long-faced woman with slightly curly hair, who is over 50 years old and still unmarried.

After exchanging a few simple pleasantries with old man Langdon, the elderly female lawyer went straight to the point and stated her purpose:

“Mr. Langdon, to be honest, I came here to defend you because I received instructions from many important people. They told me to do everything I could to protect you.”

"My suggestion is that you, Mr. Langdon, get a mental evaluation. The big shots at the hospital have already made arrangements, and they can confirm with 100% certainty that you are mentally ill."

"That way, no matter how serious your crimes are, you won't die. You can recuperate in a specially built mental hospital and even continue your favorite research... Of course, it must be legal research."

"Heh...it's those cowardly old geezers, isn't it?"

Langdon's expression remained one of disdain:

"They are afraid that once I am gone, there will be no one left to maintain and update the magical bionic organs in their bodies based on their physical condition, so they are trying their best to protect me."

“I understand their thinking, but…”

As he spoke, old man Langdon propped his chin up with both hands and said firmly:

"I refuse! I am not mentally ill! All my actions were taken in a state of clear thinking, and everything I did was for my ideals and for all humanity! I admit that my actions were a little extreme, but I did nothing wrong! And I will never admit to being wrong!"

"you……!"

The elderly female lawyer was speechless for a long time before finally saying:

"But given your crimes, it would be very difficult for me to defend you without using a mental illness program!"

"I don't need you to defend me."

Old man Langdon looked completely unconcerned, and even gestured for him to leave:

"You can go now. And tell those big shots to stop thinking about this nonsense. I've decided to attend a public trial, and I don't need a defense lawyer... because I don't believe that mere laws can define and evaluate my actions."

"You...you're utterly ungrateful! You're completely unreasonable! You really are a madman!"

The elderly female lawyer stormed off in a huff.

In the following days, several more people came to visit old man Langdon. They were mostly agents sent by important figures, trying to get old man Langdon out by various means.

As a result, old Langdon refused them all; he was determined to attend the public trial.

During this time, Mengmeng, who had recovered, also interrogated old man Langdon once, and gave him a thorough dressing down.

Old man Langdon didn't care at all, his expression remained smiling the whole time, and he even had the mood to gossip about Mengmeng and Emery's private relationship after Mengmeng finished spraying.

Such an unyielding attitude naturally infuriated Mengmeng.

So Mengmeng ordered that Langdon be kept locked up, while she herself, as the person in charge of the case and the representative of the prosecution, would ensure that Langdon received the sentence he deserved on the day of the public trial.

Several days later, the survey and cleanup of the underground experimental facility at Langdon's residence was finally completed, and the results were shocking.

The number of corpses of magic-repelling cubs that were cleared and found at the scene alone exceeded 8000.

Based on the working records of the sewage treatment facilities and some records in the testing facilities, the total number of victims is estimated to be at least 5.

The news got out about three days after Langdon's arrest.

Even though major newspapers and news media only reported part of the truth, it still shocked the entire Federation, and the topic of discussion even surpassed the newly released movie "Yulia 3".

People were shocked by Langdon's cruelty and even more curious about why this seemingly kind and even philanthropic doctor would do such a thing.

After all, no matter what old Langdon has done in recent years, including his travels and almost free medical treatments, people have always considered him a respectable doctor.

Now this respectable doctor has suddenly become a demon. The contrast is almost like the sound of a cold fairy in a gauze skirt making a "oh ho ho ho" sound. Many people's heads are buzzing from this news.