Chapter 245 Going to Jail? Want to Lose Money? Going Bankrupt?
Summons?
ask?
About the lab leak?
Grete's face turned pale.
There was an accident in the P4 laboratory, and a bunch of Class A and Class B infectious bacteria were leaked to the outside world, causing the spread of a Class A and a Class B infectious bacteria, and dozens of patients were infected. This...
The legal provisions were turned over page by page in my mind. Without any effort, Gretel turned to Article 331 of the Criminal Law:
Anyone who is engaged in experimenting, preserving, carrying, or transporting infectious strains and virus strains, who violates relevant regulations and causes the spread of infectious strains and virus strains, and the consequences are serious, shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years or criminal detention; if the consequences are particularly serious, he shall be sentenced to three years to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than 10 years but not more than seven years.
I...do I count it as "serious consequences" or "particularly serious consequences"?
How many years will I go to jail?
Wait, does this world, this Magic Parliament, have any relevant regulations? I need a lawyer!
Grete turned to his followers with a pale face. Aurora was also shocked and tried to comfort him:
"Is everything okay? It's just an interrogation. It shouldn't be too bad, right? If the matter was really serious, people would have come to arrest them..."
The more he talks, the less confident he becomes. Because of this leak, five members of the review committee visited the laboratory in person, and a group of great magicians went to the island to study the teleportation array. Aurora no longer dared to count how many people were mobilized to arrest the patrols and law enforcement teams.
"Um, is there any precedent before?" Gretel looked at him in panic. When the book was used, I regretted it. When things happened, I realized that my understanding of the Magic Council was still too little:
"What will happen to a magician who gets into such trouble? Will he go to jail? How much compensation will he have to pay? Oro, have you heard of it?"
Master Wharton couldn't answer for a while. He has lived in Nevis for several years, but due to his outstanding talent and the favor of his teacher, he has not heard anything outside the window. The trajectory of his life is from home to the Master's Tower, and then back home from the Master's Tower. After racking my brains and searching my guts, I finally remembered a case:
"Well... I seem to remember that more than two hundred years ago, there was a great magician who brought something from another space and accidentally exploded... At that time, the entire academy was implicated, and hundreds of young magicians were unlucky. . Later, the legendary mages decided to send him to guard another space, and he would be stationed there for twenty years or however many years..."
...I don’t want it!
If the great magician gets into trouble, he will be exiled. If I get into trouble, will I be jailed? I seem to have heard that the Magic Council does have a prison...
"Auro, can you ask your teacher to ask for a favor...?"
"Don't worry, the teacher will definitely not ignore it!" Aurora Wharton tried hard to promise: "I will go find him early tomorrow morning! - But it can't be done now. The train doesn't run at night, we can't go up the mountain, and I haven't been summoned. Things to use…”
"Oh..." Gretel was a little depressed. Aurora dragged him back to the laboratory: "Don't worry, the judges will not do anything to you. The Lord of Thunder is watching!"
...Isn't there a legendary mage standing behind the great magician who caused trouble?
Gretel was still a little panicked. That night I tossed and turned, unable to calm down during meditation, and unable to sleep well. I got up early the next day and caught the first small train to the top of the mountain, and went directly to the Tower of Babel to wait for the summons.
When he usually comes here, whether it's the lounge in the Plastic Energy Department's auxiliary tower or the laboratory on the 375th floor of the Babel Tower, there's always a place to stay. This time Gretel was so worried that he didn't dare to go to either place and went directly to the 120th floor.
The office was not open, the conference room was not open, and occasionally people passed by in the corridor. When they saw Grete, they all cast a strange look at him. Grete had no choice but to find an unobtrusive place at the corner of the stairs, squat silently, huddle up and wait.
It was almost 9 o'clock when someone finally came over to talk to Grete. Two young magicians dressed as law enforcement officers, one on the left and one on the right, half accompanying and half escorting Gretel into the conference room.
Grete looked around and saw that there was nothing else in the conference room. There was only a long table placed directly opposite the door. Behind the table were eight high-backed armchairs lined up in a row, inlaid with gold carvings and luxuriously decorated. Tea, paper and pens were all properly arranged. If it weren't for the nature of the meeting, even snacks and melon seeds would have been placed.
On my side, there was only a small chair with no cushions or armrests. The backrest was only half the height of the opposite side. It looked like a student chair in a classroom.
...Should I thank you for not installing two armrests and installing a baffle in front of the armrests?
Gretel cursed and sat down obediently. This distance, this arrangement, instantly made me feel like I was being interrogated. When the eight jury members took their seats one by one, Grete looked calm but was already beating drums in his heart.
"You feel guilty." A middle-aged magician, fourth from the left, almost facing him, suddenly said. Old Sam immediately turned his head: "Hey, don't use your tactics to deal with him!"
Several committee members laughed. The great prophecy magician whom Gretel had met a few days ago, who was quite kind to him, smiled and said:
"Old Sam, don't be so protective. Our school also has spells such as detecting thoughts and sensing emotions, and it's not just the Charm Control system that can cast them!"
What?
Want to use magic against me?
Gretel panicked again. The last time he was hit by a "charming human" in person, the dangers of the operation, complications, and other tragic events were all revealed in a smooth manner, and he still remembered it clearly. The great magician of the prophecy department, after laughing at his colleague, turned to Gretel with a serious expression on his face:
"Mr. Gretel Nordmark. Because of your improper behavior, the plague was leaked on a large scale and caused huge losses to the Parliament. Do you admit it?"
"I am coming! I knew that after causing such a big trouble, the Magic Council would not let me go. Grete's heart was pounding, and she instinctively wanted to defend herself, but what came out of her mouth was:
"How much was the loss?"
"Do I want to calculate it for you?" On the far right side of the long table, another great magician whom I had never seen before turned over a page with a smile. "The plague leak incident ended yesterday, and all losses were only counted this morning. Since you asked, I will read it to you:
This time the plague was revealed, 25 people were directly infected, including 21 farmers and 4 patrol soldiers. You managed those farmers yourself, and Elder Wood, for your sake, didn't ask the council for money, so that doesn't count; the cost of magical treatment for 4 soldiers, the cost of isolation, and the damage caused by burning clothing and related items , a total of... 450 gold coins.
Killed and burned 15 war horses and a stable, with a total value of 400 gold coins. "
850 gold coins. Grete felt a great pain in his heart, and then breathed a sigh of relief: Although it was a large sum of money, fortunately he could still afford the compensation. Unexpectedly, the great magician continued to read:
"Three magic academies and more than 600 teachers and students were mobilized to carry out incineration and disinfection operations. The cost of attendance is considered to be 1 contribution point per person per day. The incineration and disinfection lasted for three days, a total of... 1800 contribution points."
Done! bankrupted!
Grete's vision went dark. The great magician smiled and turned another page:
"The production of disinfectant and bleaching powder requires the use of laboratories 1-10 on the 375th floor of the Babel Tower; 58-60 floors of the Plastic Energy Mage Tower, a total of 24 laboratories. Laboratory rent... manpower...
Grete was shaky and breathless. Looking to the left, the two great magicians of the Protection and Conjuration Departments crossed their arms, looking like they were watching a good show;
Looking to the right, Old Sam had a heavy face and helplessness in his eyes;
The great magician of the necromancy department... Well, that's what's bad about the necromancy department. He has a withered face wrapped in bones, and he can't tell what kind of expression he has...
Wait, you want me to lose money?
If you can afford to pay, you most likely won’t go to jail? Of course, if you can't afford the compensation... you probably won't go to jail. The most you can do is sell yourself to pay off the debt...
Grete's mind changed and he calmed down a little. It's easy to talk about compensation - talk about accident liability and distribution ratio, I'm not the main responsibility! Even if you get someone with equal responsibility, you can still lose half of the compensation!
You still have to rely on yourself! Gretel struggled to sit upright and tried to defend himself:
"But the leak was not caused by me on purpose! It was the spies of the Lord of Radiance who entered the laboratory, and I was the victim!"
"Ahem, the direct cause of the leakage is indeed the spy invasion." The great magician of the protection department interjected:
"But we have all seen that the spy is just a thief, and he does not have powerful magical abilities. He was able to enter your laboratory because the laboratory lacked magical protection!
——We have all seen your laboratory. There is not even a magic alarm, and all defensive spells are non-existent. If it is invaded by a foreign enemy and causes leakage, it is your own fault! "
"It's not my fault!" Gretel almost jumped. He raised his head high:
"I don't do magic protection, that's because the laboratory is in Nevis City! In the hinterland of the Magic Parliament! It should be safe!
——Could it be that if other magicians’ achievements were stolen, leading to serious consequences, would all magicians be punished? Instead of reflecting on its own security issues, does the Magic Council want to punish the victimized magicians? ! "
I haven’t made a claim yet!
I allowed spies to roam around and destroyed half of my experimental results, and I haven't complained to the Magic Council yet!
The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became tense. The great magicians looked at each other, each looking a little embarrassed:
To be honest, Gretel cannot be blamed for being broken into by spies. If it were a violent-tempered great magician, not to mention being called for questioning by the judges, he would probably have been knocked on the door, pounded on the table, and kept demanding compensation.
Forget it, tell him the truth, right?
I won’t tell, you tell!
The committee members winked at each other. During the stalemate, a quick and hoarse voice suddenly came from the corner of the office roof:
"Nick! Come to the top immediately! Large-scale magic reaction! Come immediately to help observe!"
"Hey! Here we come!" The great magician of the prophecy department raised his head and responded. Ignoring the looks of his colleagues, he jumped up and ran towards the door:
"Teacher is looking for me! I...I'm going up!"
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