35: The sheriff comes to your door

It was nearing noon.

Inside Doctor Litton's private clinic.

After treating his last patient, Doctor Litton finished his morning work.

"Phew... you worked hard, Ron."

Doctor Litton let out a sigh and said to Ron, who was beside him.

Ron shook his head and smiled.

"Mr. Litton, please don't say that. This is what I should do."

"Besides, by helping you, I've actually secretly learned a lot of medical knowledge."

"So, even if it's a bit tough, I'm happy to do it."

Litton was greatly amused by this.

"Haha, Ron, you're really humorous."

"However, if you're truly interested in medicine,"

"Then there's no need to learn in secret. I can teach you directly in my spare time."

Ron's face lit up with surprise upon hearing this.

"Really? Thank you so much then."

The two chatted for a few more moments, and seeing that it was already noon,

Litton was too lazy to cook and simply bought some food from a restaurant.

The two ate heartily, and just as they finished lunch,

Litton was about to brew a cup of black tea when someone walked in from outside.

This person wasn't very tall but was well-built, wearing a standard constable's uniform, with a longsword hanging at his waist.

"A constable? An Apprentice Knight?"

Ron's eyes narrowed when he saw the newcomer.

In Hibo Town, only after becoming an Apprentice Knight was one qualified to become a constable.

In other words, any constable was at least an Apprentice Knight!

"What's he doing here?"

Ron felt suspicious because constables, due to their high rank, usually didn't participate in ordinary patrol duties.

These tasks were typically handled by ordinary guards, who were weaker and only at the Knight Squire realm.

Therefore, the sudden arrival of this constable naturally made Ron suspicious.

"Could it be..."

Ron's heart stirred, and he immediately thought of the information from last night.

Since he was already prepared, Ron didn't panic.

He maintained his composure and stepped forward to ask,

"Hello, are you here for medicine or to see a doctor?"

Upon hearing Ron's question, the Knight did not immediately answer.

Instead, after sizing Ron up, he said coldly,

"Are you Ron Yeager?"

Ron feigned surprise and nodded honestly.

"Yes, Sir Constable, is there something you need me for?"

Upon receiving a confirmed answer, the constable's expression immediately darkened.

"Ron, you are suspected of murdering the wealthy merchant Barto. Please come with me!"

"What?"

Ron's face turned pale with alarm, and he said with some trepidation,

"Sir Constable, you must be mistaken? How could I murder Barto?"

The constable's face was icy, and he said in a cold voice,

"Whether it is or not, we will investigate. You cannot argue your way out of this!"

"Now, come with me quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite to you!"

The constable narrowed his eyes, making a gesture to draw his sword.

Just then, Litton walked out with a cup of black tea and was stunned by the scene.

"Wait, Mr. Matt, don't act. Is there some misunderstanding?"

Constable Matt frowned slightly when he saw Litton.

Litton was a famous doctor in Hibo Town and had once helped him when he was injured.

Therefore, whether it was out of respect for Litton's reputation and status or for his past help,

Matt could only give him this courtesy and withdrew his hand from the sword hilt.

"Doctor Litton, it's like this..."

Matt's tone softened, and he patiently explained the situation.

"What? You're saying the beast trap Barto stepped on might have been set by Ron?"

Litton asked in great surprise, then looked at Ron.

Ron naturally denied it, and Matt added,

"This is Captain Gevas's judgment. I am only responsible for bringing the suspect back."

Litton, hearing this, pondered for a moment, then said solemnly,

"Mr. Matt, since this is Mr. Gevas's order, I won't make things difficult for you."

"However, Ron is my assistant, and I trust his character, so I want to go with him. What do you think?"

Matt listened, thought carefully, and then nodded.

"All right, Doctor Litton, please follow me."

With that, he led Litton and Ron to the town's council hall.

At this time, inside the constable's office in the council hall.

"Lord Gevas, it really wasn't me!"

A gaunt, shabbily dressed young man was crying out in terror.

Two constables stood beside him, watching him with serious expressions.

Across from him, Gevas sat behind a desk, calmly looking at the documents on the table.

"Pollock, don't be anxious."

After a while, Gevas looked up and said indifferently,

"I remember that your family's farmland is adjacent to the Barto Family's property."

"And your father, due to gambling debts, mortgaged the land to Barto."

"Later, your parents died suddenly of illness, and you were forced to borrow a burial fee from Barto."

"So, whether it's for revenge for your father or for that loan, it's possible that you were motivated to kill Barto."

At this point, Gevas's eyes were deep as he stared at Pollock, who was trembling all over.

"Pollock, you have this motive for the crime, so you must undergo investigation and interrogation."

Pollock's face was ashen, and he stammered in rebuttal,

"But, it really wasn't me. I really didn't set any beast trap..."

Before Pollock could finish speaking, Gevas coldly interrupted him.

"Who can vouch for you?"

Pollock froze, asking foolishly,

"Lord Gevas, what did you say?"

Gevas stood up, hands behind his back, looking down at Pollock.

"I said... who can prove that you didn't set that beast trap?"

Pollock was instantly dumbfounded. If he didn't do it, he didn't do it. How could he prove that?

Moreover, normally speaking,

Shouldn't it be 'he who asserts, must prove'?

If he was suspected of guilt, shouldn't Gevas produce evidence that he committed the crime?

Instead, he was being asked to produce evidence that he didn't commit the crime?

Pollock didn't know what to say, feeling incredibly wronged and helpless.

"Since you can't prove it, there's nothing more to say."

Gevas sat back down and waved his hand at his two subordinates.

"Take him away and keep him under strict guard."

"Yes!"

The two constables received the order and were about to take Pollock away.

Pollock still tried to struggle at this point, but Gevas narrowed his eyes.

The two constables understood immediately, their gazes turning fierce, and they punched Pollock hard in the stomach.

Pollock took a hit from each side, instantly in excruciating pain, bending over like a cooked shrimp.

His face was pale, cold sweat poured down, and he couldn't speak another word.

"Behave yourself, or next time it won't just be fists."

The two constables snorted coldly and then dragged Pollock directly out.

Just then, Ron and the other two arrived outside the room.