Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 69: What do you want?
In the swaying carriage, Thales and Raphael sat opposite each other, speechless.
Thyls looked at the secret messenger who had lived and died with him in Longxiao City, recalling the difference between them in the tunnel last time.
Raphael feels calm, with a smile in his dark red eyes.
Just like the first time we met, Zhizhu is in her hands with a solid heart.
Why is he always so confident?
Then I cleaned up some shameless things, smashed the pot and asked others to wipe the ass.
Thinking of this, the young man who had only recently escaped from Ballard's room only felt his mood even darker.
"Aren't you supposed to stay north and hide and seek with the meteorite, when will you come back?"
Unable to bear the other's fascinating smile, Thales took the lead in breaking the silence.
Raphael curled his mouth and looked out the window:
"Recently."
Look, it's quite recent.
Is there a more mysterious answer than this?
Tyles coughed:
"Those who stay in Longxiao City, Wya and Rolf, and Putila..."
"Safe."
Raphael's answer is concise and firm.
Thyls frowned.
"Gilbert said, he couldn't find you in the secret department in recent years..."
"Confidentiality."
"Then you just changed your face and make-up at the Imperial Conference..."
"Hide."
"So why did you take me to the secret branch of the Kingdom?"
"The important thing."
After a few rounds of comings and goings, Thales, who felt like he was talking to Yordel, laughed back and said:
"Can't you say a few more words?"
Finally, Raphael turned around, the red eyes had profound meaning:
"But you said it too, if I talk nonsense..."
"You are going to marry Miss Miranda?"
Thyls choked, sighed a few seconds later, exhausted.
It's stingy.
Thyls waved his hand helplessly and quit the game:
"Just kidding, okay?"
Raphael smiled, he leaned into the car easily.
"I know," he looked contented:
"Me too."
Tylerspy curled his mouth without a smile.
"Does it make sense to be so mean?"
"It makes no sense," Raphael looked at the prince's speechless little face:
"It's just interesting."
Thyls didn't know how to reply, so he sighed silently.
In a few minutes.
"Raphael, have you met Miranda in six years?"
Raphael raised his eyebrows:
"Do you want to hear the truth?"
"Of course."
"Then I have to lie."
Thyls took a few seconds to digest this information:
"Oh."
The prince nodded:
"Then... see Cohen?"
"Who is he?"
"..."
The carriage shook for a few more minutes, and Thales sighed.
"Raphael, if you never plan to leave the secret department forever."
The prince looked at the Bone Man seriously:
"Then what does she mean to you?"
"How do you face her again?"
Raphael raised his red eyes: "Why do you suddenly ask?"
"Caring about the emotional life of subordinates."
Raphael gave a sarcastic smile.
"What about you?"
He asked back:
"What does she mean to you, Your Highness?"
Thyls leaned on the carriage and sighed:
"I said I will not marry Miranda..."
But Raphael's next sentence stopped Thales:
"But I'm not talking about Miranda."
The air was quiet for a moment.
The scenery outside the window changes from city streets to country roads.
Thyls was silent.
"When you were in Longxiao City, you had deep feelings and closeness."
Raphael looks to the north, his voice is brisk:
"Can you really give up this feeling?"
"From here on stranger?"
Tyles' teeth clenched.
"Don't talk about anything else, Raphael," the prince said displeased:
"I have nothing to do with her."
Raphael gave a chuckle, not paying attention.
"If you are destined to be the king of the stars, your highness, strategize in the Ballard room..."
To Thales, the Desolate Man's words became extremely sharp:
"How do you face...her?"
"Facing what you like?"
Thyls only felt a little irritable.
"I'll just say it once, Raphael," the prince turned his head and said coldly:
"I am definitely not that kind of relationship with her. No! Yes!"
"What kind of relationship?"
"What do you care about me."
"But..."
"No but!"
"I just want to say..."
"Don't say it!"
Back and forth, Raphael had to sigh and surrender:
"All right."
Thyls snorted and clasped his arms.
The Huangguren said with emotion:
"It's just a pity, you don't like her..."
Tyles turned his head even more sideways.
"You know, we finally picked grains for her, ready to welcome her back to China..."
Thyls froze for a moment, then turned around.
"Cereal refined food, welcome to return home? Wait, who are you talking about?"
"Who else can?"
Raphael looked back:
"Of course, Secret Division carefully selected for you from hundreds of candidates..."
Raphael bared his white teeth and smiled brightly:
"Good Marjani."
Thyls was silent for a full ten seconds, pressed against the car, swaying in the wind.
That's when he compares the **** blankly.
Grass you.
Looking at his face, Raphael laughed.
Tyles swears with a black face: If the other party tells this joke again, when he becomes king, the first order he will give is to let Miranda marry Cohen.
Ah, at that moment, God knows how much he missed Cohen.
Raphael sits back to his original position:
"Are you feeling better?"
"Not at all," Thales was listless:
"But thank you for being active."
"You're welcome," Raphael didn't care about the resentment in the prince's words:
"You will only feel worse later anyway."
Tyles' mood for a slight improvement fell again.
"This time is for the things of last night?"
A shadow flickered across Raphael's face.
"What else can it be?"
When it comes to business, it seems that the ease just disappeared.
The Desolate Man sighed:
"Fourteen hours ago, I was still busy sorting out the battle report of the Freedom League, and then I received the news about the royal banquet. Anyway, wherever you are, you can always do something."
Raphael shook his head with a tut.
Thyls also hummed unhappily:
"Then depose my identity and let me change my head and disappear. Do you believe that I can be a law-abiding citizen forever?"
Raphael glanced at him.
"You? A law-abiding citizen?"
"Do you believe it yourself?"
Thyls was speechless for a while.
"So what happened last night," Thales tried to pull back to the topic of concern:
"Crowcry Town and Mirror River, that is, the grievance between Bailar and Doyle, what is the truth?"
Raphael was silent for a few seconds.
"Your Majesty has ordered the Trial Chamber and the Court of Noble Affairs to take charge of the case."
"For the sake of neutrality, I suggest you don't intervene..."
Thyls yawned greatly.
"Seriously, Raphael, why do you think I didn't dance with the young girls at the banquet until dawn, but smell your sweat in this broken car?"
Raphael changed positions and sniffed his collar calmly.
"Or do you think I am as cheating as Cohen, or do you tolerate you like Miranda?"
Thyls winked at him:
"Just as a...private insider?"
Raphael frowned.
Thyls raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling on Raphael's sleeve, intentionally or unintentionally.
The latter's forearms are as white and perfect as ever.
Unimaginable, there used to be...
The Bone Man was silent for a moment, and instinctively closed his cuffs.
"You shouldn't be involved in personal relationships," his red eyes twinkled:
"You are a prince, and I am a servant. We should do business in business."
Who, who was talking about personal friendship with him all the way just now?
"Changed someone else, maybe it is."
"But you are still different, Raphael," Thales is half sincere and half way.
"The night in Longxiao City was different."
Raphael tilted his head and glanced at him.
"By the way," Thales added:
"If we really want to cooperate in the next 50 or 60 years and meet at the Imperial Conference, it is best to start now and learn how to get along."
Maybe persuaded by the last sentence, Raphael took a deep breath and sat upright on the carriage.
He said seriously:
"Judging from the information held by the secret department, this incident is an unfortunate tragedy."
Yes, say something I don't know—Thyls nodded seriously and humbly while swallowing this sentence into his stomach.
Raphael continued:
"Baron Doyle of Mirror River is a complete straw bag, the greatest advantage is shameless."
"He was lucky. The wife he remarried was a master business man. For several years, he managed the house and gathered wealth—or, speculatively, earning money everywhere—so the Doyle family became richer and more courageous. The bigger you come, the longer you stretch your hands, unscrupulous..."
Thyls nodded, thinking of the Baron Doyle and his wife.
Raphael hummed softly:
"On the other hand, the ruler of Crow Crow Town is also not a good man. When he reaches out to borrow money, he is not at ease."
"Old Bailar didn’t know how to manage money, but he was a good hand at intimidating, intimidating, and extorting the traditional aristocratic arts. In these years, he was threatened by blackmail and can only knock down his front teeth and The bitter masters of the blood swallowing together can make up a guard, and maybe there is a reserve margin."
Thyls frowned.
"It has only been a day since the secret department investigated so clearly?"
Raphael laughed and shook his head:
"Of course it is impossible."
"But we found that one of the parties to this case had already been registered in the Finance and Taxation Bureau: Lord Jok Mann had been staring at the Doyle family for a long time, staring at their gray income, waiting for the pigs to raise It's fat, so I can kill it."
Treasurer Jok Mann, has long been eyeing the Doyle family?
Thyls has a sense.
Raphael disdainfully said:
"So where to use investigations, our people just moved the tracking files and investigation files that have been backlogged for several years overnight-of course, the people in the Finance and Taxation Department may not be happy if they are intercepted."
Finance and Taxation Department, overnight, cut Hu...
Thyls looked strange when he heard this.
He recalled the gaffe of Lord Jooke Mann in rejecting the budget at the meeting this morning.
Now think about it again, where is the other party gaffe...
That is simply "Brother Chen lost a few thousand yuan tonight"!
He didn't lift the table even if he had taken care of it.
"So in this way, the rich and greedy Doyle, and the arrogant and rogue Bailar, these two are in a match..."
Thyls let out a breath and said helplessly:
"It's really a match for opponents and talents."
Raphael nodded
"It was nothing at all. After the aristocrats smashed and broke their nerves and bones, the two stalemates will probably return to the negotiating table as usual..."
Raphael glanced at Thales.
"But at this moment, because Legendary Wings left the camp, Bladefang camp was attacked by the orcs and the Boneman. The old Bailar who was in the garrison was unfortunately recruited and died in fear."
"The balance is out of balance."
Thyls slapped his forehead in annoyance.
Why me again?
But Raphael’s words continue:
"Furthermore, recently, Doyle, the baron Jinghe, who is leaning against his son, has climbed up to a newly-returned royal family figure. He has a platoon outside the capital and his waist has become hard."
Tyles' complexion is getting worse.
Raphael deliberately stretched out the words and repeated: "The royal family-big-people-things. You know?"
Thyls sighed:
Why me?
"If that's the case, it's just one win and one loss, one family gains, one family declines,"
"Until the eldest son of Old Bailar returns from the Tower of End-as you can see, he is a stunned boy."
"My mind was filled with radical ideas that the traditional aristocrats did not have, and I decided to go to a banquet to make big news."
Thyls shrank in the corner of the carriage, numbly slamming his mouth.
Why is it always me?
Raphael is helpless and authentic:
"So your lord, you must smell my sweat here."
The voice fell, and the two sighed at the same time, holding their arms tightly at the same time.
"So, Anke Bailar, how is he now?"
"We are still interrogating according to the process, from the motivation process to the mastermind behind it," Rafael said lightly:
"Let me say that among the'guests' that Secret Branch has received, that child is considered very strong."
Interrogation...
Thyls felt a gloomy heart.
"What else is there to ask," the prince said wryly: "The mastermind is Jayne Kevin Deere. That guy confessed to me directly last night."
"He is the one who should be here to smell your sweat."
Raphael looked strange when he heard the name.
"I think you should probably know, Your Highness..."
"The Duke of the South Bank Guardian, Jayne Kevin Deere left the royal capital and returned to the Emerald City this morning due to an urgent matter in the family."
Thyls was surprised at first, then understood.
Sleeping really fast.
"Of course, as the man behind the scenes, he has to save his life," Thales sneered with his arms folded:
"Isn't it urgent."
If the Grand Duke of Fengzhaocheng had the ability to grease the soles of Jen's feet, maybe he would not have to be broken his neck by King Nunn.
But Raphael's tone sank.
"Before leaving, Duke Kevin Deere sent his Majesty the "Emerald City Substitute Petition"."
Thyls didn't react for a while:
"What?"
Raphael glanced at Thales:
"He applied to His Majesty that the vassals of Iris can voluntarily pay new taxes every quarter according to their needs, and exempt them from military service and labor. The business city of Emerald City is prosperous. That’s a lot—the Kevin Deere family will set an example for the loss of the Kingdom’s conscripts, and also pay taxes to the royal family to make up for it in the form of subsidies to the royal standing army."
Thyls took a few seconds to understand the meaning of this sentence.
What?
The Kevin Deere family will lead by example...
Pay taxes...
Replacement...
Subsidies to the royal standing army...
The next second, Thales got up from the backrest in a shock.
"I just quarreled about this at the Imperial Conference...but this is too fast, right?"
Moreover, it is a major event related to the rule of the lords throughout the South Bank.
Unless it is in advance...
Raphael shrugged:
"The official announcement will arrive in the afternoon."
Afternoon.
Thyls suddenly remembered what his father said in the Ballard room:
[The meeting will be held in the afternoon to discuss how to help Qiu Ke solve the budget problem...]
Afternoon.
Budget.
At that moment, what joints were connected at that moment.
"Jane, he and my father..." Thales couldn't believe it: "Fuck it."
He scolded a dirty word.
The prince then looked at the Bone Man, disappointed.
"So our Duke of South Bank, he will not be held accountable, right?"
"At least not for instigating the assassin to harm the Duke of Xinghu?"
Raphael patted his shoulder sympathetically
"Not only that, but the secret department will also allocate additional staff to ‘refute the rumors’," Raphael looked upset:
"There is always someone spreading the ignorance of'The Duke of Star Lake's public accusation of Kevin Deer last night'."
Ignorance and lies...
It took a while for Thales to put away his incredible expression.
Not really.
Fame and fortune are even more important...
Need to control and comment?
"So...I messed up your business again?" Thales said smoothly.
"It's okay," Raphael looked like a broken tank:
"Secret Science is used to it anyway."
"In the past six years, I have set up a special emergency response team. You are their favorite-greatly increasing their sense of existence and budget."
"By the way, their nickname is "Prince's Ass"..."
Thyls frowned in depression:
"What about the prince?"
The Desolate Man lifted his cheek helplessly.
"You know, every time you finish shit," Raphael gave a particularly awkward wink:
"You have to wipe it."
Thyls was dumbfounded, speechless.
Raphael gave him a wicked smile.
"Well, Kevin Deere..."
After figuring out what, the prince exhaled annoyedly, and buried his face in his palm and rubbed it up and down:
"I should have done him last night..."
"What did you say?"
"Nothing." Thales pulled his face out of his palm, his face solemn:
"Anke Bailar, what will happen to him?"
Raphael put away his suspicion:
"If your majesty has no other opinion, the court will convict him..."
"But judging from the existing facts, he attacked the royal banquet with weapons, harmed noble peers, threatened the Duke of Xinghu, assassinated members of the royal family, despised the majesty of the royal family..."
Listening to Raphael’s count of the crimes, Thales thought of Anke’s desperate eyes and the last conversation he had with him, feeling heavy.
[If I let go, what should I do? 】
[I don't know, but I will try my best. 】
[I have tried my best. 】
[No, you don't. You did not see me. 】
Thyls clenched his fists subconsciously.
"What about his family? What about his relatives?"
Raphael glanced at him, but said nothing.
Thyls sighed.
But his eyes sharpened immediately:
"Listen, Raphael."
"If I said, with your help, Duke Xinghu should do something from it to affect certain results, is it possible?"
Raphael's red eyes also flashed with light.
"It depends on what you want to do," Huangguren said cautiously:
"Different options, different results."
Thyls was silent for a while.
"Well, from hard to easy."
The prince thought carefully, and asked three words tentatively:
"Jailbreak?"
"Release?"
"At least—to avoid death?"
Raphael read these three options silently, then smiled kindly.
He did not hesitate and answered the corresponding three answers in an understanding manner:
"Impossible~IndoMTL.com~Impossible."
"There is—impossible."
There was a minute of silence in the carriage, and for a while only the sound of rolling was heard.
"Raphael Lindbergh."
"Your Highness?"
"Why do I want you!"
"Well, there is one last way."
"What?"
"You are crowned king."
"This is not funny."
"I know."
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