Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 79: The prince loves to eat
It took a long while for Thales to recover from his uncomfortable and dazed emotions.
"What is this?"
He turned to Morat sitting peacefully.
The Black Prophet smiled strangely:
"What do you think this is?"
Thyls was silent for a few seconds.
"My father, he said when he sent me," the prince's voice was heavy and dim:
"Let me see my mess."
A mess.
Thyls was in a daze.
Morat is quiet and authentic:
"Then you see, at least, the wine industry in the capital city has to panic and depression for a while."
Thyls clenched his fists.
[Damn prince. 】
[Everything he does...has a super super, huge impact, okay? 】
The voice of the wine merchant Dagori seems to still be echoing in his ears.
"But I didn't do anything." Thales murmured.
The black prophet's sneer reached his ears.
"In your hierarchy, doing nothing is also a gesture."
"Whether you intend it or not."
Thyls frowned fiercely.
[Drink as much as you want, or just a few sips. 】
He heard what Princess Elise said to him on the day of the banquet.
[I bet that by tomorrow, you will feel everyone is watching you. 】
Everyone is watching you...
Tyles took a deep breath, then exhaled painfully from between his teeth:
"They shouldn't... read it that way."
"But they did that."
Morat’s voice sounded as if it were coming from another room, but it wasn’t any less cold:
"And in the past six years, you have left your hometown and went to the north for your quality, within the walls of house arrest?"
The flesh and blood of the demon on the knee of the black prophet surged:
"With all due respect, that is your luck."
My luck.
Thyls looked sad.
While thoughts flowed, the interrogation room welcomed new guests.
"Name."
Raphael took up the pen, opened a new page of documents, and coldly looked at the old man with big legs and big legs, but with a nervous face.
The treatment of the newcomer is much better than that of Dagori. Although he was brought in with a headgear as well, the old man did not wear any shackles and was able to move freely on the chair.
"Yoshimoto, my name is Yoshimoto, sir."
Also in sharp contrast with the haughty wine merchant, the old man in the chair was obedient and well-behaved, even with a hint of flattery:
"Gibbon Felson, everyone calls me Old Gibbon or—Old."
Raphael pouted unknownly.
"So, Gibbon Felson, do you know why you are here?"
Yoshimoto smiled reluctantly:
"To be honest, no, I don't know, may I ask if you are..."
"Vigilance Hall." Raphael did not look up, without hesitation.
Compared with the previous interrogation of the wine merchant, the Huangguren was indifferent this time and refused.
The old man froze for a second.
"Impossible," Old Gibbon smiled and shook his finger at Raphael:
"I have a relative who works in the Police Department. I know their process, which is definitely not like this!"
The Desolate Man raised his head blankly.
"But..."
The old man looked around, and he was a little excited and curious.
"I know, this style of doing things," Old Yoshimoto looked mysterious and slightly meaningful, he leaned forward to the edge of the table and got close to Raphael:
"You are the secret branch of the kingdom!
"Right?"
Looking at the old man winking at him, Raphael's expression changed slightly.
"I have experienced that a long time ago, when the serial blood-sucking murder occurred in the capital," Old Jiben nodded with a wicked smile, obviously very expressive:
"The well-known limited-time guards and the secret department fought in my shop..."
Boom.
Raphael tapped the table, interrupting Yoshimoto.
"That's right."
"You are too right."
The wild bone man's eyes are profound and mysterious. He approached Old Gibbon and said softly in a ghostly storytelling tone:
"We are the secret branch of the Kingdom."
"Work for the Black Prophet."
For that second, the old man's smile froze on his face.
On the other side of the glass, Thales frowned and turned to Morat, but the old man in the wheelchair was calm and calm.
"What?"
Looking at Raphael's unkind gaze, Old Gibbon blinked in disbelief, and then looked at the interrogation room again.
"Also, is it really a secret branch? That kingdom secret branch?"
Old Gibbon's eyes fell on the wet blood on the table, and he shuddered when he thought of something.
"You, did you lie to me?"
Raphael hummed disdainfully.
The secret branch of the kingdom.
Black Prophet.
The secret branch of the Kingdom has an indicator to kill ten people every day, and the black prophet who bathes with children’s blood every night...
Thinking of various mysterious legends, Yoshimoto first smiled uneasily, then shrank into a ball on the chair.
His eyes were fixed on a small spot on the edge of the table, and he didn't dare to take a mouthful of the atmosphere.
First of all, I am no longer a child, and the Black Prophet would not like it.
Then, hope I am here today... the eleventh person?
Thinking of this, Yoshimoto wanted to cry without tears.
"So, old Yoshimoto, what do you do?"
"What do I... do?"
Yoshimoto first repeated it blankly, then cleared his throat fiercely after returning to his senses, and began to tremble visibly.
"I, I opened a blacksmith's shop in the Dusk Star District, for many years, hitting, hitting, hitting, hitting, hitting iron."
"Strike the iron?"
Raphael sneered a few times, and the old blacksmith shivered to and fro in the rhythm of his sneer.
"I heard, you took a big deal this morning?"
Big business?
Old Jiben's face turned pale, and he quickly converged back.
"Yes, yes, yes, it's not a big deal, it's just a small idea..." Old Jiben cried and tried to please:
"Ah, it can't be said to be trivial, hehe, it's medium, medium meaning, medium meaning."
Raphael gave a hum, and held up the pen without raising his head: "You..."
"I swear!"
Old Jiben's face changed, and suddenly he shouted:
"I have never played against prohibited weapons and equipment!"
Raphael was startled by the old blacksmith who suddenly violent.
"What military sword, military axe, military hammer, battle helmet, battle armor, horse stirrup, battle formation shield, crossbow parts, catapult parts, magic gun butt, bituminous alloy, kitchen knife longer than half a foot, steel The tip of the spear, the arrow of destruction, all these things are—"
Old Gibbon’s mouth was crackling and there was no lag, and he paused at the last sentence:
"——Nothing!"
He glared in denial.
Looking at the nervous old Gibbon, Raphael, who was ready to torture a confession, put down his pen and was silent for a while.
"So, you know quite a bit about... contraband?"
Old Gibbon trembled again.
He realized something, feeling bad, and desperately forced a smile:
"Hey, I just care about the law... Well, abide by the law."
Raphael looked at the document and held up his pen again:
"You..."
Old Gibbon is an exciting spirit:
"I never sold to them either!"
"Absolutely not!"
Raphael, who was taken aback again, put down his pen again, a little helpless.
"They?"
Yoshimoto's expression froze.
He looked away, touched his chin awkwardly, and muttered quietly:
"Yes, it is them, they are..."
Raphael got the trick, he put down the pen and closed the file, leaning back, humming coldly.
The blacksmith's movements scared the blacksmith instinctively, and his hands danced:
"Cocoa, they are nobles!"
"Even if the family does not have a title, at least it is a second-generation dude who is an official and errand. It should be legal..."
Raphael exhaled, folded his arms, and narrowed his eyes.
Yoshimoto was shocked again and changed his words with a thunder:
"Even if it is illegal, they have a way to circumvent it! I can't sell it to them..."
Raphael tilted his head and looked at the other party:
"You..."
Yoshimoto's face changed again and said loudly:
"I only received a deposit!"
He raised his hand and shouted:
"No delivery, no proofing, no drawing, or even materials!"
Yoshimoto explained nervously, hurriedly pulling out a valuable piece of paper from his arms:
"Look, those customer orders are all here! All!"
Raphael looked at the shivering order in the old blacksmith's hand inexplicably.
It seems...you haven't asked anything?
"Okay," Huangguren took the order in a complicated mood, but no one knew it:
"You are much easier to talk than the last one."
Maybe I should look up the background of this old man.
See if he is... a distant relative of the Karabyan family?
After handing out the order, Yoshimoto looked at the grievance of "I have contributed to the kingdom" and asked carefully:
"This shouldn't be illegal, right?"
"Even if it is, can this be regarded as a surrender plot?"
Raphael looked at the order and snorted casually, again frightening Old Gibbon.
"Let's see..."
Raphael read aloud to the people on the other side of the glass to hear:
"So-and-so-and-so hereby ordered a long sword. The requirements are as follows: at a glance, it is used by nobles, the materials must be good, the color must be great, the gloss must be shiny, and the maintenance must be convenient. Good, but in fact the lighter the better, it’s better to be a little old and leave some traces, so that people know that it is often brandished for battle..."
Besides the glass, Thales frowned.
Under Yoshimoto's tense and flattering gaze, Scavengers continued to read the first line of the order:
"The grip must be comfortable, there must be wind when swinging, effortless when attacking, and effortless defense, style design must show heroism and chivalry, both elegant and strong, popular and classic, gorgeous and simple, Simple and profound, the most important thing is to be handsome when you carry it, so that the artist can paint from all angles..."
Raphael raised his head in confusion.
What is this?
Among the knights, the invincible holy sword that kills the gods and kills demons?
"This, what," the old blacksmith rubbed his hands embarrassedly and bowed his head shyly:
"A, Party A."
With a weird expression, Raphael did not continue reading the other items on the list.
"Then, do you know what they want to do with the items on the order?"
Old Gibbon felt his fat belly.
"Hey, you know, these customers are nobles, of course I don’t know--"
"Huh?" Raphael snorted contemptuously.
"——Dao, but I just listened to it by accident!" Old Ji Ben's expression was serious, and he changed his words in time.
Raphael glanced at him sideways.
"They, these noble dudes order weapons before and after, most of them are going to..."
Old Gibbon paused, then smiled flatly:
"Dueling."
Despite his expectations, Thales still feels nervous.
Duel.
Raphael pondered and nodded:
"Do you know why?"
Speaking of this, Old Gibbon is excited:
"Why? Of course, Lord Xinghu, the Lord Duke of Xinghu settled the case last night like a god, and with great skill, defeated the kidnappers in a terrifying duel, and passed on the royal capital, so now the children of the nobles have..."
At that moment, Thales only felt a buzzing in his ears.
Duel.
But...
In order to eliminate the influence, didn't he make it very clear? "Since you want to enjoy its once and for all convenience, you have to bear the price of it once and for all."
But why...
Why are there still people? Some people will...
At that moment, Thales was afraid to look at the reaction of the black prophet beside him.
He forced himself to turn his attention back to the interrogation room.
"There was a pair of noble brothers who said they would fight their father because he took away their sweetheart at the banquet regardless of seniority...Oh, look at this matter..."
Old Jiben talked about gossip and his eyes glowed.
"They also ordered two. They named the materials and styles exactly the same to show fairness, because they will fight each other after they kill their father! Hey, then I said, what about the father's sword? They ordered the third one! Hey hey, are you stupid..."
Raphael raised his eyes.
The blacksmith's words suddenly choked.
"Listen well."
"The materials are missing, the stove is cold, and the apprentices are on strike," Raphael's voice did not fluctuate:
"Or you fell in love with a quiet and coquettish little widow in the country, planning to sell the shop and stop doing it and go back to marry her..."
"Huh? Quiet and coquettish and hot?" Old Jiben was confused.
"You know," Rafaelton said, his face didn't change:
"Party A."
The Scavenger coughed.
"But I don't care what reason you use," Raphael handed the order back to Old Gibbon indifferently:
"Return the deposit and cancel this order for me."
The old blacksmith was slightly startled.
"Cancel? This, such a big order..."
Raphael didn't care about him, but took out a document and pushed it to Yoshimoto:
"If there are no problems, take a look at this non-disclosure agreement, sign it, and you can go."
Old Jiben looked at the agreement, and rubbed the order in his hand again, a little bit reluctant:
"Well, I have no good reason to charge back in a short time..."
Boom!
Raphael moved suddenly, he clasped Yoshimoto's hand, his eyes sharp as a sword:
"Then put on a two-month bandage and say that your arm is broken."
Gibbon was frightened and let the Skeleton pinch his wrist.
"Go to the Finance and Taxation Department and show them the paint on this agreement," Raphael said lightly:
"Someone will pay for liquidated damages and bandage money."
Old Gibbon was a little aggrieved.
"But, it's useless," he wanted to fight again:
"There are more than blacksmiths in the royal capital—although I am indeed the best—I am the one, those dudes, they will definitely go to other shops, so why not let me make a few inferior and undead …Ahhhhhh!"
In the scream of old Gibbon, Raphael squeezed the opponent's wrist, threatening:
"So, do you want us to pay for medical expenses as well?"
Old Jiben let out a few cries and showed a smile that was uglier than crying. He picked up a pen and signed his signature obediently, expressing his firm support for the decision of the Kingdom Secret Division.
"Very good."
Raphael let go of the panting blacksmith.
"Hurry up, we have to hurry up to send agreements to several other people-or medical expenses."
The Desolate Man said coldly.
Old Yoshimoto, who was rubbing his wrists and crying bitterly, suddenly became energetic:
"Well, don’t miss the Karachi Blacksmith Shop on South Street. By the way, that old yin is broken. For decades, it has been forbidden for villains like the Blood Bottle Gang and the Brotherhood more than once. I lied to everyone that it was produced by my shop-don’t believe it..."
Raphael is another eye-sword, holding old Yoshimoto's words in his mouth.
The old blacksmith can only keep his mouth flat and work hard to sign page after page:
"Okay, I understand, you have the responsibility to suppress the bad atmosphere of the duel, and maintain the kingdom's legal system and stability, I understand, I understand..."
"But these things, as long as you catch the duel guys, it's not over... why bother us little ones..."
"Look, this is the problem," Raphael supervised him after signing the agreement, and looked at the one-way glass intentionally or unintentionally:
"If the kingdom banned it, their dissatisfaction and grievances will go up."
Raphael looked at the old blacksmith:
"But if a supplier like you cancels for some reason..."
He squinted and approached Old Gibbon:
"Do you have any comments?"
Old Jiben has a sharp heart and shook his head faster than his bellows:
"No, no..."
The old blacksmith signed the agreement and handed it to Raphael flatly.
Raphael scanned the signature on it, closed it, lit a candle and covered it with paint.
"Very good, as a reward for your cooperation..."
"In recent months, the Royal Standing Army will have a large demand for equipment, and even recruit blacksmiths to build directly. There will be a large number of new orders."
Yoshimoto's eyes lit up, full of surprises.
"But only the military and those who have this agreement."
Raphael squinted his eyes and held up the sealed agreement:
"Do you understand?"
On the other end of the one-way glass, Thales watched the ecstatic old Gibbon put on his headgear and was taken out of the interrogation room, silently.
"I'm sorry," Morat in the wheelchair held a cup of tea and smiled softly:
"Raphael rarely handles these small things at the grassroots level, he is not very skilled."
"But don't worry, we will have someone talk to that craftsman later, and regularly follow up on his ‘mental health’ to ensure that he will not resent you for this, or even spread rumors and slander you."
"Or...where will there be news of ordering special weapons for duels."
Looking at the profound smile of the Black Prophet, Thales felt more uncomfortable.
"I thought that the nobles of the stars would despise Exeter's customs."
The prince looked at a stain on the glass and said with difficulty.
Morat put down his teacup.
"Duel is the martial spirit that originated from the empire. It carried the spirit of chivalry at that time and filled the place where justice could not be reached."
The old man in the wheelchair is calm, like an outsider:
"You know, from the empire to the kingdom, our ancestors have spent many centuries, experienced blood and tragedies, and paid the price and human lives to gradually lag behind the development of the times and torn apart justice. Are the internal stereotypes and customs removed?"
His words are like a blade, cutting Thales' heart over and over again:
"But now, people see only the deeds of Polaris, vying to follow."
"Especially the story of your good use of wisdom, in the name of a duel, to avoid murder in Exeter."
"Plus your supreme demeanor that made countless boys and girls heartbroken last night..."
The black prophet shook his head with a tut and didn't say anything.
But this is enough.
Thyls has no expression on his face.
Duel.
This is what he brought to the star people?
Save D.D and Anke, but they may eventually kill...more people?
[No matter what, you always want to find a way to please everyone, a perfect choice that meets your highest expectations. 】
King Kessel’s words just echoed in his ears:
【It is best to be free of waves, harmless and harmless. 】
【Avoid the ugliness and sacrifices you least want to face. 】
Thyls raised his left hand with difficulty and looked at the scar in his heart.
[But the **** fate, doesn't it give you a **** response every time? 】
Just as Thales' thoughts were heavy and his heart was ups and downs, the interrogation room welcomed a third guest.
This time, it was an aristocrat who entered the interrogation room. He was dressed in a low-key but classic style, and his posture was comfortable and arrogant.
He sat on the chair steadily, also without shackles, acting calmly and with extraordinary tolerance.
It seems that he is the interrogator.
"I know who you are."
And Raphael also changed the way of questioning, using concise and clear words to get to the point:
"And I believe, you know who we are."
The nobleman across the table slowly raised his eyes.
He didn't look around like Old Gibbon, nor was he scornful like Dagori.
"Of course."
"You are the darkness of the stars."
The nobleman said slowly:
"But what I don't know is that in the absence of a king's warrant, the secret branch still has the power to secretly interrogate the kingdom's nobles?"
His gaze is close to Raphael, so sharp.
Raphael smiled.
"Of course not, so this is just an inquiry."
The Scavengers didn't ask the other person's name, so Thales didn't know.
"So that's it," the noble sneered, mocking
"It seems your inquiry, the invitation letter is sacks and rope?"
But the eloquent eloquent, even the utterly eloquent people who came to Thales, didn’t have too many words.
Obviously, from the perspective of the first two interrogators, Raphael is good at dealing with different subjects in different ways, and he has repeatedly won.
"Two weeks ago, you came to Yongxing City from the blade leader."
Raphael opened the record, his eyes also became sharp:
"And a week ago, you secretly ordered weapons from a blacksmith named Karachi on South Street in the Evening Star District?"
The nobleman led by the blade, Thales thought silently.
The noble's eyes condensed and there was a moment of silence.
Raphael did not urge either.
The atmosphere in the interrogation room became very depressing.
Finally, the nobleman gave a cold snort:
"Even civilians who travel outside have the right to carry weapons for self-defense."
"And I am a nobleman in the kingdom with armed rights. I fought a sword to defend myself. Have I committed any law?"
Raphael smiled very friendly:
"Of course not."
"But either you are an extreme master or your enemy is," Raphael tweeted:
"Otherwise you won't need to order enough...20 long swords?"
The nobleman from the blade collar looked cold.
"If you want to say that I am rebelling," he said lightly: "In Yongxing City, this weapon is not enough for evidence."
Thyls, who was watching the interrogation, had a hunch that this was a difficult person to deal with.
"I know," but Raphael sounds easy:
"So what do you want to do with them?"
"Or should I say, what are you doing?"
The corners of the noble's mouth tightened, staring at Raphael.
He seemed to be engaged in an ideological struggle, and after a long while he muffled a sentence:
"As a person of secret science, why ask knowingly."
Raphael squinted and smiled:
"But I want to hear from you."
The nobleman led by the blade snorted angrily.
He then turned to the one-way glass and looked straight at Thales:
"Who is behind the glass?"
Thyls was taken aback.
But Morat is as stable as ever, not surprising.
It seems that this nobleman has a lot of knowledge.
After seeing through the trick, Raphael didn’t panic:
"Whoever it is, isn't it just what you want to be seen and heard by more people?"
The noble frowned slightly.
Raphael smiled and made a "please" gesture to him.
A few seconds later, the nobleman looked away from Thales.
"We, some nobles of the blade leader, for various reasons, lost ground, power or position, we have to join forces to go..."
The nobleman paused for a while and found a decent term:
"Appeal."
Raphael nodded:
"Where to appeal?"
The noble has a cold expression and spit out a place name:
"Mindis Hall."
Tyles' eyelids twitched.
Go to Mindis Hall... Appeal?
No.
He thought of Anke at the banquet, and his mood fell to the bottom again.
"How many people?" Raphael asked casually.
"Thirteen," the nobleman answered happily:
"The baron, the lord, the noble knight, and many others are coming to join."
"Just for justice."
Justice.
The word is full of weight, and it hits Thales' heart.
"Therefore, at least thirteen nobles and their attendants and servants are fully armed to file a joint complaint with the Duke of Xinghu."
Raphael sighed, rather helpless:
"At that time, in case some people were emotionally bumped, even the outer guards and private soldiers of the star, even with the royal guard, it would not be so easy to suppress things, right?"
The nobleman glanced at him.
"Just to show our attitude, we have no intention of hurting anyone."
Raphael chuckled and asked:
"Then why is the Mindis Hall, not the Fuxing Palace?"
The nobleman stared at him with a bad face.
"You want to imitate the idiot of last night," Raphael said directly in his mind: "Find the Duke of Xinghu, take advantage of his shortcomings in the world, and go to the meeting with a sword."
"Make a big scene."
The big scene.
Thyls's eyes were misty.
【If you don't kill people, no one will listen... If you don't shock the world, there will be no way out... If you don't want to fall, you will suffer. 】
[Please tell me, Your Highness...what the **** is this? 】
That night, the grief and anger in Anke's eyes when he took the hostages into the palace, reappeared in his mind.
"Not to follow suit," the nobleman seemed to be offended, "We are determined to be earlier and smarter than that idiot in the West."
Raphael tweeted:
"But you must have been inspired by the precedent, especially that idiot has survived."
"So you made up your mind to knock on the door of Prince Thales and force him to see this kind of problem that only your majesty can solve?"
Encouraged by the precedent...
A problem that only your Majesty can solve.
Thyls clenched his fist unconsciously, but then he remembered that the Black Prophet was still watching, so he had to force himself to release his finger.
"He is also a star."
The nobleman leaned back in his chair, and his conversation was not hurried and organized:
"He is the quality of the Northland, expedition to the desert, and is even more respected by many famous families including the four-eyed skull."
"Last night, he showed his wisdom and skill, courage and perseverance, as well as the spirit of eradicating the old for the kingdom."
"He also showed kindness and loyalty, magnanimity and generosity, and will not turn a blind eye to us."
Raphael nodded as he listened and sneered:
"And this is what you loyal ministers and loyalists give to the great good Prince Thales."
"Holding twenty swords, I force the palace to ‘visit’ the Mindis Hall?"
The nobleman led by the blade suddenly raised his head!
"He is our future king."
His voice is like steel, his words are powerful, making Thales feel difficult to breathe:
"He can afford it."
Raphael was silent for a while, not looking at the one-way glass.
"But if he doesn't want to, it's not convenient to care about you who are involved in multiple interests, and you don't know what to do?"
"Then he is not worthy to be a king." The nobleman said decisively.
Raphael snorted coldly.
"You really dare to say it."
The nobleman laughed, his laughter chilling.
"Have you been to the blade collar, young man?"
He looked at Raphael, aggressive and not flinching:
"If you haven't been, just shut up."
"And if you have been, then you will know: we have nothing to say."
Raphael was silent for a while.
Thyls could feel that the Desolate Man was at a disadvantage.
A few seconds later, Raphael hummed softly.
"Your Excellency looks like a wise man," he used the words politely, but the meaning of the words was full of words:
"And you are already sitting here, know what to do?"
The nobleman turned away, sneered, and thought for a while.
But he finally turned around and said solemnly:
"Of course."
"I will go back and tell them to cancel this appeal and protest."
Raphael's eyes lit up.
"Very well," The Boneman happily closed the file:
"If everyone is as reasonable as you, I won't have to pay for overtime every day."
He stood up, ready to end the interrogation—or questioning.
But the nobleman stopped him.
"You may have won today, young man."
The nobleman led by the blade raised his head and looked directly at Raphael.
"You blocked us."
But what he said is extremely disturbing:
"But as long as the root of the matter is not resolved, and the kingdom’s chronic diseases are not cured, there will be more people like us."
More like us...
Thyls just felt breathless.
"Then I don't mind seeing you a few more times," Raphael did not show any weakness: "Whether it is here or in the courtroom, or..."
"In a coffin?"
The nobleman laughed out loud, but the laughter turned into a warning:
"Secret Section, do you think this is the solution?"
He stared at Raphael coldly:
"Those of us have not yet been forced into the corner. We have a family and a career with scruples. We are planning for the overall situation and the job. We can still swallow our grievances and injustice..."
"But what if there is the next Anke Bailar?"
"The next one to visit Prince Thales, just for people with these questions?"
The next Anker Baylar.
Tyles closed his eyes.
The nobleman led by the blade shook his head disdainfully:
"Wait, today's approach will not let you go once and for all."
"Neither can the Black Prophet."
His eyes are focused and his tone is firm:
"Only one person can."
Although he is not in the main interrogation room, Thales who is in the audience also feels that he is about to suffocate.
Raphael barely smiled:
"Then I will make sure he knows."
"Yes," the nobleman looked at him, with infinite meaning in his eyes:
"You better be."
The nobleman stood up and let the two big men put on his headgear without any resistance.
The atmosphere in the interrogation room finally became less depressing.
"Lord go slowly, there will be a period later!"
Raphael sent away the blade nobleman with a smile, and finally let out a sigh, and said in a voice that only he could hear:
"I hope not."
On the other side of the glass, Thales escaped from the complex and subtle mood.
"He's right, Lord Hanson," he forced himself to speak, "even if I didn't stand up last night and didn't respond to Anker Baylar directly."
The black prophet looked at him with interest.
"Someday, things like this will still break out."
"My identity will certainly attract such an accident again."
Tyles clenched his teeth:
"This has nothing to do with what I did last night..."
Morat took a deep breath, enduring another movement of the vines on his knees.
"Maybe you are right, and of course you can convince yourself this way, so that your actions last night are justified and reasonable." The black prophet closed his eyes, and if he didn't look down, he wanted to close his eyes and calm down. Ordinary old man:
"But you know, what I want you to see is not this."
Thyls looked up suddenly!
"Raphael!"
He spoke loudly, and his voice reached the other side of the interrogation room.
Raphael turned calmly, turned towards the one-way glass, and bowed to the invisible nobleman.
"How much more?"
Tyles is breathing disorder, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and raised his voice:
"Like this is related to my behavior last night, including cases related to my return to China..."
"How much more?"
Raphael didn't answer right away, he just remained silent, just bowed to the mirror again.
Until Thales reacted: He was waiting for permission from the chief intelligence officer.
But the black prophet beside him did not say a word.
Raphael.
He won't listen to the prince's orders.
An unnamed rage burst out suddenly.
Tyles was inexplicably depressed inside.
It even caused the crime of Hell River—this fierce beast was scratching his veins again.
This makes him feel like a mighty force and boundless fire, but there is nowhere to vent, he can only force himself.
"Raphael," the Duke of Star Lake tried hard to ignore the bad state, coldly said:
"Return, answer, me."
A few seconds later, maybe he felt the Duke's anger, maybe he understood Morat's silence, Raphael spoke quietly.
"A lot."
"There are four more cases that were found by the ‘butts’ today."
Ass.
The prince's ass.
Thyls just felt that his fist was about to be squeezed.
But Raphael’s words continue:
"For example, the number of noble applicants for police officers in the royal capital may increase significantly, because the first Mr. Karabyyan you received was a police officer, and the female officer who took care of your daily life was also a police officer..."
"For another example, the number of members of the Glass Chamber of Commerce will increase sharply, a huge influx of funds, and market changes beyond estimates. Even if Baron Quentin explained that the accident of smashing the cup last night is not the latest rule of the royal family, it is Joker. ·Master Man and Viscount Connie are having a headache..."
"For another example, the security of the banquet held in the Royal Capital recently will be the highest alert, because your actions last night objectively encouraged everyone to bring weapons to the banquet. There were grievances and grudges. Revenge, maybe you can get response and sympathy..."
Every time Raphael said a word, Thales' breathing became uncomfortable.
"And this morning."
Raphael’s words are calm and flat, even with his usual ease and ease, but for some reason, Thales at this moment sounds so harsh:
"There is a new murder on the outskirts of Yongxing City."
Murder.
Tyles' nerves jumped.
"According to the preliminary investigation by the Police Department: the deceased was a farm implements dealer, and the murderer was a farmer who worked in the field. He confessed to the crime, it should be an impulse crime."
Tyles swallowed his whole body and made a difficult voice:
"Why?"
Raphael hesitated for a while, as if looking for the right wording.
Until the black prophet coughed unhurriedly.
Raphael sighed slightly:
"An eyewitness said that the farm tool dealer, that is, the deceased had talked to the murderer before the incident."
"He temporarily changed his mind and wanted to negotiate a deal with the lettuce seeds..."
"Twenty times the price increase."
Thyls was startled.
Lettuce.
Raise prices.
No.
No...
In an instant, a senseless daze and confusion occupied his mind and body.
"It is said that the farmer was already poor and difficult to support his family, so he collapsed and became agitated and conflict broke out until the other party was seriously injured..."
Raphael's voice is like coming from the bottom of the water, erratic, but tangible.
"According to eyewitnesses, the reason for the deceased's temporary price increase is..."
"The prince loves to eat."
The voice fell, Thales shook his body!
【The prince loves to eat. 】
At that second, all the anger and resentment seemed to recognize the absurdity of his existence, and disappeared into his senses.
【The prince loves to eat. 】
Even the rustling sounds of Raphael, the Black Prophet, the Black Veined Vines, and the entire interrogation room~IndoMTL.com~ all disappeared around.
Leave only emptiness, blankness, and sorrow.
And himself.
【The prince loves to eat. 】
Tyles closed his eyes in a daze, pressed against the wall behind him, and slowly leaned back.
But at that moment, the boy felt that what he was leaning against was not a wall...
It's a deep, endless abyss that never ends.
【The prince loves to eat. 】
Dark, depressed.
Icy and dead.
Suffocating.
【The prince loves to eat. 】
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