Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 78: Damn prince

Jean Kevin Deere.

At that moment, Dagori froze.

On the other side of the glass, Thales also moved his expression.

"Why, why?" the wine merchant asked subconsciously.

"You know why." Raphael smiled unabated.

Dagori sits upright, nervously and authentic:

"Here, this little brother, you...you say you serve the kingdom?"

"Which department is it?"

Raphael nodded, becoming more interested:

"It's so strange that you are not afraid of the financial and taxation halls, the fierce security halls, and the detached court halls."

"Only when I heard the name of a great foreign nobleman, I lost my attitude so far."

Dagory shuddered.

He understands something and looks around nervously:

"This is not any security department at all, is it?"

"Who the **** are you doing for?"

Raphael hummed softly:

"Oh, maybe you are afraid that the Duke of Iris will know, Dagory Moss, this powerful businessman who has him help to receive his favor and leads his mission by acting for him in the central liquor business, actually hides it He was full of his own pockets, and after so long a huge rebate, he managed so many private businesses elsewhere..."

Thyls saw that Dagori shook every time Raphael said a word.

Raphael smiled easily:

"And he even dared to say that the business failed, so he went back to cry poor with the Duke?"

Dagory's breathing began to accelerate, and he swallowed hard:

"Listen, this little brother, there must be some misunderstanding between us, I don't understand anything you say..."

Raphael picked up the file and left his seat, looking like he was about to stop working and leave:

"Don't worry, we will arrange a carriage later, and we will send you home with much fanfare to thank you for your cooperation and confession-just after the evidence was sent to the Emerald City, to the Duke of Jane After the hands."

Dagory was stunned, the look and confidence on his face disappeared.

"You...can't..." He wanted to say something, but was speechless.

Raphael turned his head, smiled evilly, and dropped the last straw:

"After all, you know, Kingdom Secret Section cannot be tortured illegally."

Dagory shook fiercely in that second!

"What, you said you are the king, what kind of king?" the wine merchant asked blankly.

The Bone Man just smiled, then turned and left.

"Wait a minute!"

"I remember it, remember it!"

Perhaps the last sentence was too powerful, Dagoli threw down his chair and got up from the ground in a panic, crying in his words:

"There is a large turnover of funds coming back today. I promise that those who are owed wages and debts will receive the money soon, and there will be a large amount of surplus. I want to donate all to you personally, or Your department, support work... Can you do it as if I have never been here..."

But Raphael smiled evilly and remained unmoved:

"Don't worry, you are very familiar with the boss of Catherine, right? When you go out, the blood bottle gang will definitely entertain you?"

"Or I heard that the custom in the Emerald City is to drive a boat and take people out to sea. No matter what happens on the high seas, it has nothing to do with the laws of the kingdom..."

He squinted and smiled:

"We can't control what we want."

It seems that every time Raphael says a word, Dagori can think of something.

The result is that his crying is getting heavier and heavier, and his eyes become more frightened:

"No, no, no, please, you...you are killing me...I, I am also a citizen of the kingdom, you can't die without saving..."

Raphael reacted and smiled guiltily:

"Where, the Duke of Iris is so generous and approachable, maybe he doesn't care?"

"After all, if you have such a big family, you have to support your family."

Support the family.

Dagory shuddered, he stayed in a daze, staring at Raphael in a daze.

Raphael smiled as before, looking back at him happily, waiting patiently for a response.

After ten full seconds.

"Damn it."

Finally, under Raphael's gaze, Dagori could not bear the pressure and fell softly to the ground:

"Well, okay, whatever you want, I, I will give you everything."

He collapsed completely, he was really crying and he couldn't cry:

"Just, just don't tell the Duke...I, I...I just want to make a fortune before retirement...My family..."

Raphael smiled, very happy.

"Welcome to the Kingdom Secret Service, Mr. Moss."

He leaned down in satisfaction and lifted up the trembling Dagoli:

"Don't worry, with our care, you have not retired so soon."

Dagori stared at the young man before him blankly, only numbness left on his face.

At the other end of the room, Thales turned around in disgust:

"This is how you recruit people and win over people?"

The black prophet in the wheelchair chuckled softly:

"I know, you look down on this method."

"I don't look down on it, but..." The prince shook his head and said uncomfortably:

"This reminds me of the Shield of Deception."

"That's right." Morat sneered lightly:

"Because this is our division of labor: we stay in the dark and do the dirty work, and you stand in the sun and condemn the dirty work."

"Happy cooperation."

Tyles glanced at the Black Prophet, his brows tightening.

On the other side of the glass, Raphael finally calmed Dagori, who had collapsed and surrendered, and put him on the chair again.

"Now, can you answer my question?"

Dagori's eyes are red, and he is holding a handkerchief with a nosebleed, and he looks up in a daze:

"What, what's the problem?"

Raphael patiently repeated:

"Why, why is there no future for the kingdom's wine industry in the future?"

Perhaps he was shocked by the experience of these ten minutes, Dagori was stunned for a while before he realized.

"Yes, yes," the wine merchant replied angrily:

"Although it was just a rumors before, I confirmed it last night..."

"Now, the wine merchants across the country should have spread it."

Raphael's eyes moved slightly:

"What's wrong?"

Dagori, who has just experienced a dramatic change in his life, flattened his mouth, reluctantly saying:

"The prince."

Talston was taken aback when he heard his news.

I saw Dagori bored and authentic:

"Our wise Prince Thales, Your Excellency the Duke of Star Lake does not like wine."

"For yesterday's banquet, my home-brewed wine was placed on his table, and he didn't move a drop."

"Even a drop."

He said bitterly:

"Even when he was toasting, he did it, deliberately spilling it and not drinking it."

Raphael hummed:

"Perhaps your wine does not suit your taste?"

"Ha, the prince does not like to drink, or the wine does not suit his taste, what is the difference?"

After Raphael's devastatingly knocked on the psychological defense line, Dagori, who opened the conversation, was eloquent, quite a bit of abandoning himself.

"And not only is he not drinking."

The wine merchant is unhappy and authentic:

"He still doesn't like other people drinking."

Thyls looked up suspiciously.

Raphael also frowned:

"Really?"

Dagory said haha, sarcastically:

"I didn’t go to the royal banquet yesterday, but a friend of mine did. He saw it with his own eyes: Before the hostage-taking accident happened, there was an aristocratic girl who looked very beautiful and had a good family background. , She went to invite the prince to dance."

"As a result, just because she drank two glasses of wine before talking to the prince, she was rebuked by His Royal Highness in public and she came back crying."

Raphael still questioned:

"Are you...sure?"

"It's spread all over the circle of celebrities!"

Dagory sighed:

"His Royal Highness rejected every girl who had drunk, even his aunt drank a few more glasses of wine, he did not show mercy and drove her out of the banquet early!"

"Another servant testified: After the meeting, when His Royal Highness talked to Duke Jen alone, all he drank was clean water!"

Raphael pondered for a while:

"That's it? Just rely on the trivial things that happened last night?"

"Maybe this is just an excuse you found to cover the behavior of hundreds of families after your business failed."

Dagory interrupted him indignantly:

"I said I was just going abroad for vacation...Listen, the prince hates wine. This has already happened, not just last night."

"How to say?"

Dagory snorted softly:

"First of all, it is the Northland merchants brought by Heisha. They have rumors: Prince Thales and the current king of Exeter are at each other because of a glass of wine and hate each other."

"I don't know what the prince is like in the north, but when he returns to the stars, he also behaves very clearly: living in a simple, simple life, not close to wine."

Dagori raised his finger, really serious:

"At the Blade Ya camp, the colleagues from the Western Wilderness prepared a pot of great wine, bought the soldier of Wings of Legend, prepared to dedicate it to him, and advertised by the way. As a result, the prince did not give face, so he just looked at it. I smashed it on the ground without looking at it!"

"You know, that is the heir to the kingdom."

"The rumors began at that time."

Dagori exhaled angrily:

"And I just heard about this morning: the two personal guards of Prince Thales-the royal guard, the genteel star of the seven servants-drank a few more glasses of wine last night, So I missed something and caused a hostage-taking accident."

"The prince ordered them to be flogged, and they were beaten to the death in Mindis Hall. It is said that he counted the flogs himself."

Raphael listened carefully, and glanced at the one-way glass.

Dagori slumped and leaned back:

"Now it's all right, soon the whole star will know that the future king does not like drinking, nor does he like people who drink."

"Damn prince."

Raphael coughed:

"Maybe you overreacted. The prince doesn't like drinking alcohol, it doesn't have such a big impact..."

"Oh! He is a prince! The future king!"

In a bad mood, Dagoli interrupted the Drone impatiently:

"Everything he does, every penny, bit by bit, has a super, huge impact, okay!"

Raphael did not speak.

The other side of the one-way glass is even more silent.

"Listen, brother, you are still young, but I have seen it, I know..."

Dagori grabbed a handkerchief and wiped his nose:

"This may not be so fast, but it develops over time..."

"The upper-class circles in the royal capital will gradually form such a trend: in order to please the prince to approach the duke, first, some people start to drink less, and then everyone follows the trend to drink less, and then the famous people advocate not to drink, and then expand to the entire Yong The atmosphere of the Star City urges everyone not to drink, until the Kingdom officially promulgated a law to restrict alcohol and prohibit alcohol..."

Raphael is dubious:

"Will it be too exaggerated?"

Dagori shook his head:

"Well, maybe I have rendered it a little bit, but buddy, you are also a public person."

"If there is something good on the top, we must add more code on the bottom."

"Have you not heard? If a cup falls in the Fuxing Palace, a head falls in the kingdom."

The wine merchant glanced at Raphael and smiled sarcastically:

"And did you know that Prince Thales dropped a lot of glasses at the banquet? Hahahaha..."

His laughter was dissatisfied and bleak, gradually weakening.

"The king sneered at certain types of people, and when they got below, people would drive them to death."

"The Duke takes a second look at something, and when it comes to the people, it is priceless and priceless."

"People take a certain drunk-brained nonsense by a big man as the most reasonable saying and interpret it assiduously. The academic studies of colleges and universities even funded this and set up projects to study..."

"Or any great nobleman who forgot to wear outer pants during a walk will be regarded as a new style of elegance, fashion trend, attracting people to worship and imitating..."

Dagori is not without resentment and authenticity:

"Is this rare?"

The wine merchant sighed:

"Power is a hook, catch everyone close to it, just for a little bit of poor bait."

"Otherwise, how do you think I got rich?"

There was silence for a while in the interrogation room.

"So you shut down the winery, it was the result of careful consideration." Raphael said lightly.

Dagory nodded.

"Do you think I want to close the store? Believe me, if I don’t stop the loss now and leave the market, a few months later, when the rumors that the prince dislikes wine are completely spread, my business report will only be more ugly, I The gold master in the Emerald City will be even more unhappy."

"And I am not the first person to know: the nose of the market is better than mine, and gold coins only follow power."

He pouted:

"Only last night, after the banquet, a full six noble buyers returned their orders for next month. They said that the home-brewed wine was enough."

"There are ten more this morning..."

Dagory's eyes became confused:

"I originally thought that after the prince returned to the country, after the royal banquet, the king’s city, who had been silent for more than ten years, would have many more banquets and drinking occasions. The demand for drinks, especially our luxury banquet drinking Significant increase."

"So I expanded the scope of my partners and bought several wineries in order to increase production, so I borrowed a lot of money..."

He gave a cold snort, wiped off the last bit of nosebleeds, and threw his handkerchief on the table.

"Now, now I can only stop loss early."

"At least in the short term, I won't have any significant orders for large and small banquets in the capital city."

Raphael was silent for a while before answering:

"According to you, you are just the first person to act according to the rumors. In your line, more people will suffer and more people will be unemployed?"

Dagory grunted strangely, crying and laughing.

"What can I do?"

"I am also desperate!"

He is depressed:

"But the confidence of the wine merchants was lost, and the future of the wine industry was sluggish. Who are the people who made all my workers eat the soil?"

"If you have the ability, don't find me, go to our Royal Highness Thales who said to the world'I hate wine'!"

Moss slumped down on the chair and muttered for the second time:

"Damn aristocrat."

"Damn prince."

The interrogation room is quiet again.

Raphael sighed:

"Very good, thank you for your opinion, I will make sure he knows."

"Make sure he knows..."

Soon, Moss, who was immersed in decadence, realized something.

"No, no, no, I #&%￥&……"

The face of the wine merchant who suddenly realized it changed a lot:

"Don't write down the sentence just now... The sunset knows that my whole family is loyal and supports the Royal Family of Stars!"

He tried to wave his hands and tried to defend Raphael.

But Raphael just glanced at the one-way glass and waved to get Moss down.

"Really~IndoMTL.com~My mother can testify! I have been a loyal supporter of His Highness Thales since I was born..."

"Aren't we our own people, you can't cheat me like this!"

The words of the wine merchant slowly fade away, and the lingering sound is endless:

"Well, may the Duke of Xinghu be healthy and be crowned king as soon as possible..."

"That's not right, don't get me wrong, I also support Your Majesty Kessel! I sincerely wish the iron-fisted king a long life and a hundred years, Yongzhi stars..."

The door of the interrogation room closed, Dagori's voice disappeared completely, and Raphael let out a breath and looked at the one-way glass.

On this side of the glass, the black prophet looked at the prince with interest.

And for a few minutes, Thales was just silently dazed.

For a long while silent.

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