Yes, the Royal Court of Justice was the one that was trying to restrict Bourkee.
It wasn't as holy and just place as it was said to be.
In the world of cultivation, where strength rules, something like the Justice Court was nothing more than a farce.
No one who was truly weak had ever won any case in the Justice Court.
This was just a 'legal' way for Nobles to do the crime.
And of course, as an Earl, Bourkee knew it well.
However, he never thought that the Court wouldn't support him.
He never thought that the court would deem him as 'weak'.
He was unable to calculate his position properly.
He wasn't thinking properly right now.
Justice Court's decision was logical, he was just an Earl in the name now, with his cultivator subordinates now gone, his arms now chopped off, he was nothing more than a slightly stronger cripple.
And since he was an Earl, he naturally had many enemies.
They are never going to leave him alone.
Of course, he had his allies too, but, they were nobles who allied for mutual interests, now, there was nothing Bourkee provide them in return, therefore, there is no way they would stay with him.
Heck, some might even try to take advantage of this situation.
Bourkee was completely surrounded now and his future looked bleak.
Therefore, Justice Court decided to not waste their time on someone like him.
Bourkee glanced at the guard, and then he warned,
"Don't regret your choice in the future."
Saying that, he turned around and left the Justice Court.
He needed to think of something else, however, right now, he was too tired.
He decided to return to his mansion, get some rest and then think over the situation calmly.
An hour later, Bourkee returned to his mansion, there, a servant approached him and bowed,
"Master Bourkee, you received a letter from the Royal Academy, I believe it is sent by Young Master."
Hearing that, Bourkee's eyes brightened.
Yes!
His son had some connections with the daughter of Marquee Water in the Academy, he might be able to help him.
"Read it, quick!"
He ordered the servant.
The servant nodded and started reading, Bourkee heard everything with an excited look on his face, however, the more he read, the gloomier his face got and his excitement died down.
Then, he gritted his teeth in anger.
'That bastard! How can he fall out with that girl at the time when I needed it the most!? What the hell is wrong with his brain!?
And he dares asks for help!?
He wants me to deal with the student that defeated him!? The Student that was now under the protection of the Princess of the Kingdom!?
How can I give birth to such an unreliable child!?'
Bourkee cursed in his head.
Then, he shook his head and walked away.
He was a fool to even think of relying on his child.
He had to do something on his own.
Bourkee then walked into his room to get some rest, however, before he could even lay down on his bed,
*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*
A knock was heard.
"Master Bourkee, there are people who would like to meet you."
He heard his servant's voice.
"Tell them I am tired, I would talk to them later," The Bourkee shook his head and sat on the bed.
"H-Hey! You can't enter like this!"
Bourkee then heard the servant's panicked voice and frowned,
He was just about to question what happened but before that,
*Bam*
The doors of his room were burst opened and a few people entered,
"Bourkee Bastard! You dare act as a Tyrant!?"
An enraged voice was heard.
"Earl Deniskee…" Bourkee frowned.
He knew this man.
Their relationship wasn't good.
Actually, they could even be called enemies.
"Why are you here?" Bourkee questioned with a scowl on his face.
He did not like where things were going at all.
"You bastard! You dare act innocent after acting like a tyrant yesterday night!? How shameless!"
"What do you mean?" Bourkee narrowed his eyes.
He doesn't want to talk about last night at all.
However, Deniskee had different thoughts.
The ring on his finger shined and a few heads appeared on the floor.
"These are your subordinates, correct?" Densikee questioned.
Bourkee looked at his subordinates' dissipated heads and his eyes turned cold, then, his eyes fell on an Old man who was standing behind Earl Deniskee and was smiling at him.
"Crook…" He scowled.
"You dare sent assassins to attack my friend!?" Suddenly, Deniskee raised his voice.
"Your friend?" Bourkee frowned.
Since when did a bastard like you make friends with a mere Baron?
How low have you fallen?
Those were the questions he wanted to ask, however, he didn't get the chance to.
"You bastard! You think you are the king of this Kingdom!? Do you think you can do anything you want just because you are an Earl!? You think you are the only Earl in the Kingdom!?
How dare you send assassins after my friend!?
What would you have done if I wasn't there with him and protected him!?
Huh!?"
Deniskee raised his voice and Bourkee understood what was happening.
A wry, defeated smile appeared on his face.
'It already started huh…'
"You bastard! I want to you compensate! Otherwise, I would be forced to take this matter into the Royal Court of Justice."
"…"
Bourkee stayed silent.
"Why are you silent, you bastard!? Say something…"
Then, Bourkee sighed.
He couldn't do anything about it.
It was happening a lot faster than he had expected.
He then glanced at Baron Crook who was sneering at him and gritted his teeth in anger.
Then, Bourkee shook his head,
"What do you want?" He questioned.
A small smile appeared on Deniskee's face.
Heh.
It was time to loot an Earl when he was down.
There was no way he would let that slip.
And he wasn't the only one, many will visit Earl Bourkee soon.
Bourkee knew it as well.
He realized that it was too late to do anything. No actually, it wasn't that he was too late, it was more like everything happened too early.
It was as if someone planned all this.
Of course, in the end, Bourkee couldn't do anything, speculations like these were useless.
He, Earl Bourkee, and the Bourkee house were finished.
