Kingdom’s Bloodline

It took a long time for Thales to recover from his uncomfortable and dazed emotions.

"What's this?"

He turned to Morat, who sat poised.

Black Prophet smiled strangely:

"What do you think this is?"

Thales was silent for a few seconds.

"My father, he said when he sent me here," the prince's voice was heavy and dull:

"Let me see my mess."

mess.

Thales was in a trance for a while.

Morat quietly said:

"Then you have seen, at least, the wine industry in the capital has been in panic and depression for a while."

Thales clenched his fists.

[Damn prince. 】

[Everything he does...has a super super, huge, huge impact, okay? 】

The voice of the wine merchant Dagori still seemed to 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 want to or not."

Thales frowned fiercely.

【Drink a little bit, just take a few sips. 】

What Princess Alice said to him on the day of the banquet sounded in his ears.

[I bet, by tomorrow, you will feel that everyone is looking at you. 】

everyone is watching you...

Thales took a deep breath,

Then exhaled painfully through the teeth:

"They shouldn't... interpret it that way."

"But that's what they did."

Morat's voice seemed to come from another room, but it did not lose its coldness:

"And you left your hometown in the past six years, went to the northern country as a hostage, and placed you under house arrest?"

The demonic flesh and blood on Black Prophet's knee surged:

"With all due respect, that's your luck."

my luck.

Thales looked sad.

While the thoughts were flowing, the interrogation room ushered in a new guest.

"Name."

Raphael picked up the pen, opened a new page of documents, and looked coldly at the fat old man with thick limbs and nervous face opposite him.

The treatment of the newcomer was much better than that of Dagoli. Although he was also brought in with a hood, the old man did not wear any shackles and was able to move freely on the chair.

"Gibbon, my name is Gibbon, sir."

Also in stark contrast to the arrogant wine merchant, the old man on the chair has a submissive and well-behaved attitude, even with a hint of flattery:

"Gibbon Felson, everybody calls me old Gibbon or—old bastard."

Raphael curled his lips in an unknown way.

"So, Gibbon Felson, do you know why you're here?"

Gibbon forced a smile:

"To be honest, no, I don't really know, may I ask if you are..."

"Warning Office." Raphael didn't even raise his head, without hesitation.

Compared with the previous interrogation of the wine merchant, the desolate bone man is indifferent and repulsive this time.

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 security department. I know their process. It's definitely not like this!"

The skeleton man raised his head expressionlessly.

"but……"

The old man looked around, his eyes lit up and he thought of something, he was a little excited and curious.

"I know, this style of handling things," Old Gibbon looked mysterious and slightly satisfied, he leaned forward to the edge of the table, and approached Raphael:

"You are the secret department of the kingdom!

"Right?"

Looking at the old man winking at him, Raphael's expression changed slightly.

"I have experienced, a long time ago, when the serial blood-sucking murder case happened in the capital," old Gibbon nodded with a sly smile, obviously very expressive:

"The famous time-limited security officer and people from the secret department fought in my shop..."

boom.

Raphael tapped the table, interrupting Gibbon's words.

"That's right."

"You're so right."

The bone man's eyes were profound and mysterious, he approached old Gibbon, and said softly in a tone like telling a ghost story:

"We are the Secret Department of the Kingdom."

"Work for the Black Prophet."

At 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 remained calm and peaceful.

"What?"

Seeing Raphael's unfriendly eyes, old Gibbon blinked in disbelief, and looked at the interrogation room again.

"Also, is it really a secret department? That kingdom's secret department?"

Old Gibbon's gaze fell on the wet blood on the table, and he shivered as he thought of something.

"You, you didn't lie to me?"

Raphael snorted disdainfully.

Kingdom Secrets.

Black Prophet.

The secret department of the kingdom that has the target of killing ten people every day, the black prophet who bathes in the blood of children every night...

Thinking of all kinds of mysterious legends, Gibbon first smiled uneasily, then curled up in a ball on the chair.

His eyes were fixed on a small area on the edge of the table, and he didn't dare to speak out.

First of all, I am not a child anymore, and the black prophet will not like it.

Then, wish I was here today...the eleventh person?

Thinking of this, Gibbon wanted to cry but had no tears.

"So, old Gibbon, what do you do?"

"What... do I do?"

Gibbon first repeated it blankly, then cleared his throat viciously after regaining consciousness, and began to tremble visibly.

"I, I opened a blacksmith's shop in the Evening Star District, for many years, hitting, hitting, hitting, hitting, blacksmithing."

"Forging iron?"

Raphael sneered a few times, and the old blacksmith trembled back and forth with the rhythm of his sneer.

"I heard that you received a big deal this morning?"

Big business?

Old Gibbon turned pale, and quickly restrained himself.

"Yes, yes, yes, a business, it's not a big deal, it's just a small idea..." Old Gibbon said with a sad face, trying to please:

"Hey, I can't say it's a small meaning, hehe, it's medium, medium meaning, medium meaning."

Raphael hummed, and raised his pen without raising his head: "You..."

"I swear!"

Old Gibbon's complexion changed, and he suddenly said loudly:

"I have never used prohibited weapons and equipment!"

Raphael was taken aback by the old blacksmith who suddenly jumped up.

"What are military swords, military axes, military hammers, war helmets and armor, war horse stirrups, battle shields, crossbow parts, trebuchet parts, magic gun butts, pitch crystal alloys, kitchen knives longer than half a foot, steel spear points , killing arrows, I have all these troubles-"

Old Gibbon's mouth was crackling without stagnation, and he paused at the last sentence:

"—Never made it!"

He stared in denial.

Looking at the nervous and trembling old Gibbon, Raphael, who was about to torture to extract a confession, put down his pen and remained silent for a while.

"So, you know a lot about... contraband?"

Old Gibbon trembled again.

He realized something, felt bad, and tried his best to squeeze out a smile:

"Hey, I just care about the law... Well, obey the law."

Raphael looked at the document and raised his pen again:

"you……"

Old Gibbon was shocked:

"I definitely didn't sell them!"

"Absolutely not!"

Raphael, who was taken aback again, put down his pen again, a little helpless.

"them?"

Gibbon's expression froze.

He looked away, touched his chin in embarrassment, and muttered in a low voice:

"Just, just, it's them, they..."

Raphael figured out the trick, he put down his pen and closed the document, leaned back and snorted coldly.

The action of the skeleton man frightened the blacksmith instinctively, dancing with his hands and feet:

"Cocoa and the others are nobles!"

"Even if the family doesn't have a title, at least they are second-generation dudes who are officials and errands. It should be legal..."

Raphael exhaled, crossed his arms, and narrowed his eyes.

Gibbon was shocked again, and changed his words quickly:

"Even if it's illegal, they still have ways to circumvent it! I have no choice but to sell it to them..."

Raphael tilted his head and looked at the other party:

"you……"

Gibbon's complexion changed again, and he said loudly:

"I only took a deposit!"

He raised his hand and shouted:

"No delivery, no proofing, no drawing, or even materials!"

Gibbon explained nervously, and hurriedly took out a piece of precious paper from his pocket:

"Look, those customers' orders are all here! All!"

Raphael looked at the trembling order in the old blacksmith's hand inexplicably.

It seems that I... haven't asked anything yet?

"Okay," the boneless man took the order with a complicated mood, feeling helpless no one knew:

"You are much easier to talk to than the last one."

Maybe I should go back and check the old man's background.

See if he is... a distant relative of the Karabyan family?

After handing out the order, Gibbon looked aggrieved that "I have served the kingdom", and asked cautiously:

"It shouldn't be illegal, right?"

"Even if it is, can this be regarded as... a plot of surrender?"

Raphael looked at the order and hummed casually, scaring old Gibbon again.

"let us see……"

Raphael read it aloud for the people on the other side of the glass to hear:

"So-and-so hereby orders a long sword. The requirements are as follows: It can be seen at a glance that it is used by nobles. The material must be high-quality, the color must be awesome, the luster must be shiny, and the maintenance must be easy. The heavier it looks, the better. The lighter the better, it's better to be slightly worn and leave some marks, so that people know that it is often wielded in battle..."

Outside the glass, Thales also frowned.

Under Gibbon's nervous and flattering eyes, the skeleton man continued to read the first line of the order:

"The grip must be comfortable, there must be a windy sound when waving, the attack should be effortless, and the defense should not be effortless. The style design should show heroism and chivalry, both elegant and strong, popular and classic, gorgeous and simple, simple and profound. , the most important point is that it should be handsome when carrying it, so that it is convenient for the artist to paint from all angles..."

Raphael looked up in doubt.

what is this?

Among the knights, the invincible holy sword that kills gods and eliminates demons?

"This, that," the old blacksmith rubbed his hands in embarrassment, bowing his head shyly:

"A, Party A."

With a strange expression on his face, Raphael did not continue to read the other items on the list.

"And you know, what are they going to do with these orders?"

Old Gibbon stroked his fat belly.

"Hey, you know, these customers are nobles, of course I don't know—"

"Huh?" Raphael snorted contemptuously.

"——but I listened to it by accident!" Old Gibbon's face turned serious, and he changed his words in time.

Raphael squinted at him.

"They, these aristocrats ordered weapons back and forth, and most of them are going to..."

Old Gibbon paused, and said with a flattering smile:

"Dueling."

Despite expectations, Thales still felt tense.

duel.

Raphael pondered and nodded:

"Do you know why?"

Talking about this, old Gibbon was beaming:

"What else could it be? Of course, the Duke of Xinghu solved the case like a god last night, and he was very skilled. He defeated the kidnappers in a shocking duel, and his reputation in the royal capital is now known. So now the noble children..."

At that moment, Thales only felt 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 convenience once and for all, you have to bear its price once and for all."

but why……

Why are there still people, people who...

At that moment, Thales was a little afraid to look at the reaction of the black prophet beside him.

He forced himself to turn his attention back to the interrogation room.

"Among them, a pair of noble brothers said they wanted to fight their father because he ignored their seniority and snatched their sweetheart at the banquet... Oh, look at this whole thing..."

Old Gibbon's eyes sparkled when he talked about gossip.

"They also ordered two, specifying that the material and style should be exactly the same to show fairness, because they will fight each other after killing their father! Hehe, and then I said, where is my father's sword? So they ordered The third one! Hehehe, do you think this is stupid..."

Raphael looked up.

The blacksmith choked on his words.

"listen."

"There is a shortage of materials, the stove is cold, and the apprentices are on strike," Raphael said without any fluctuations in his voice:

"Or you fell in love with a quiet, graceful, coquettish little widow in the countryside, and you plan to sell the shop and quit, go back and marry her..."

"Huh? Quiet, graceful and coquettish?" Old Gibbon was puzzled for a while.

"You know," Raphael paused, without changing his face:

"Party A."

The skeleton man coughed.

"But I don't care what reason you use," Raphael handed the order back to Old Gibbon indifferently:

"Refund the deposit and cancel this batch of orders for me."

The old blacksmith was slightly taken aback.

"Cancel? This, such a big list..."

Raphael ignored him, but took out a document and pushed it in front of Gibbon:

"If there are no problems, take a look at this non-disclosure agreement, sign it, and you can go."

Old Gibbon looked at the agreement, rubbed the order in his hand again, feeling a little bit reluctant:

"Well, I don't have any good reason to return the order in a short time..."

boom!

Raphael moved suddenly, he grabbed Gibbon's hand, his eyes were as sharp as a sword:

"Then put on a bandage for two months and say your arm is broken."

Gibbon was so frightened that he let the bone man pinch his wrist.

"Go to the Department of Finance and Taxation and show them the wax on this agreement," Rafael said lightly:

"Someone will pay for the liquidated damages and bandages."

Old Gibbon felt a little aggrieved.

"But, it's useless," he wanted to fight again:

"There are more than one blacksmith in the royal capital—although I am indeed the best—I am the only one, those dudes, they will definitely go to other shops, so why not let me make a few low-quality ones that can't be stabbed to death... ah Ah, take it easy!"

Amidst old Gibbon's screams, Raphael squeezed the opponent's wrist tightly, threatening in his words:

"So, do you want us to pay for the medical expenses as well?"

Old Gibbon wept a few times, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, picked up a pen and signed obediently, expressing his firm support for the decision of the Kingdom's Secret Division.

"very good."

Raphael let go of the panting blacksmith.

"Hurry up, we still have time to send the agreement to several other people—or the medical expenses."

The skeleton man said coldly.

Old Gibbon, who was rubbing his wrists and crying bitterly, immediately regained his spirits:

"Well, don't miss the Karachi blacksmith shop on South Street. By the way, that old bastard is terrible. For decades, he has made contraband for villains and scum like the Blood Bottle Gang and Brotherhood more than once, and also You lied to everyone that it was produced in my shop—you must never believe it..."

Raphael made another slap in the face, and kept old Gibbon's words in his mouth.

The old blacksmith could only keep his mouth shut, and worked hard to sign one page after another:

"Okay, I understand. You have a heavy responsibility to suppress the bad atmosphere of duels and maintain the rule of law and stability in the kingdom. I understand, I understand..."

"But these things, as long as you arrest the duelist, it will be over... Why do you make things difficult for us little..."

"Look, this is the problem," Rafael watched him sign the agreement, and looked at the one-way glass intentionally or unintentionally:

"If the kingdom explicitly prohibits it, their dissatisfaction and resentment will go up."

Raphael looked at the old blacksmith:

"But if a supplier like you cancels for some reason..."

He squinted close to old Gibbon:

"Do you have an opinion?"

Old Gibbon had a tacit understanding, and shook his head faster than his bellows:

"No, no..."

After signing the agreement, the old blacksmith handed it to Raphael obsequiously.

After scanning the signature on it, Raphael closed it, lit a candle and covered it with wax.

"Very well, 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 it directly. At that time, there will be a large number of new orders."

Gibbon's eyes lit up, full of surprises.

"But only the military, and those who have this agreement."

Raphael narrowed his eyes and held up the sealed agreement:

"Do you understand it?"

On the other side of the one-way glass, Thales watched the ecstatic old Gibbon being hooded and led out of the interrogation room, silent.

"I'm sorry," Morat in the wheelchair picked up a cup of tea and said with a light smile:

"Raphael rarely handles these low-level things, he's not very skilled."

"But don't worry, someone from us will have a heart-to-heart talk with that craftsman and follow up on his 'mental health' on a regular basis to make sure he doesn't resent you or even spread rumors to hurt you."

"Or... where is the news of ordering special weapons for duels?"

Looking at the black prophet's meaningful smile, Thales felt more and more uncomfortable.

"I thought that the nobles of the stars would despise Exeter's customs."

Looking at a stain on the glass, the prince said with difficulty.

Morat put down the teacup.

"Duel is originally a martial ethos that originated from the empire. It carried the spirit of chivalry in the primitive time and filled the places that justice could not reach."

The old man in the wheelchair was calm, like an outsider:

"You know, from the empire to the kingdom, how many centuries did our ancestors spend, how much blood and tragedies they experienced, how much price and human life they paid, so that these old rules that gradually fell behind with the development of the times and disregarded justice and tore the interior Shall the vulgarity be removed?"

His words were like a blade, cutting Thales' heart over and over again:

"But now, what people see in their eyes is only the deeds of Polaris, and they are vying to pursue it."

"Especially the story of you making good use of your wisdom and avoiding death in Exeter in the name of a duel."

"In addition to your supreme demeanor that made countless boys and girls heartbroken last night..."

The Black Prophet shook his head and did not continue.

But that's enough.

Thales was expressionless.

duel.

This is what he brought to the Star People?

Save D.D and Anke, but may end up killing...more people?

[No matter what, you always want to find a way to make everyone happy, a perfect choice that meets your highest expectations. 】

The words of King Kessel just now echoed in his ears:

[It is best to have no waves, no waves, no harm and no harm. 】

【Avoid the ugliness and sacrifice you least want to face. 】

Thales raised his left hand with difficulty, looking at the scar on the palm of his hand.

[However, damn fate, doesn't it give you a damn response every time? 】

Just when Thales was thinking heavy and his heart was ups and downs, the interrogation room ushered in a third guest.

This time, it was a nobleman who entered the interrogation room. He was dressed in a low-key but classic manner, and his posture was comfortable and proud.

He sat firmly on the chair, also without shackles, with a calm expression and an extraordinary bearing.

As if he was 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'm sure you know who we are, too."

The noble across the table slowly raised his eyes.

He didn't look around like old Gibbon, nor was he aggressive like Dagoli.

"certainly."

"You are the Darkness of the Stars."

The noble said slowly:

"But what I don't know is, without the king's warrant, the secret department still has the power to secretly interrogate the nobles of the kingdom?"

His gaze was straight at Raphael, sharp and unstoppable.

Raphael smiled.

"Of course not, so it's just an inquiry."

The boneless man didn't ask the other party's name, so Thales had no way of knowing it.

"So that's how it is," the nobleman sneered and mocked

"It seems that your inquiry is that the invitation letter is a sack and a rope?"

But the desolate bone man, who was eloquent and had even fought against Thales without losing the wind, didn't bother with words too much.

Obviously, from the perspective of the first two interrogators, Raphael is good at dealing with different objects in different ways, and has repeatedly gained success.

"Two weeks ago, you led from the blade to Eternal Star City."

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 nobles brought by Blade, Thales thought silently.

The nobleman's eyes were condensed, and he was silent for a while.

Raphael didn't urge either.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room became tense.

Finally, the noble snorted coldly:

"Even civilians have the right to carry weapons for self-defense when traveling abroad."

"And I am a nobleman of the kingdom with the right to arm myself. If I use a sword to defend myself, am I breaking any law?"

Raphael smiled kindly:

"of course not."

"But either you are an extreme master, or your enemy is," Raphael said with his tongue:

"Otherwise you wouldn't need to order a full... twenty long swords?"

The aristocrat from the blade collar turned cold.

"If you want to accuse me of treason," he said flatly, "In Eternal Star City, this weapon is not enough evidence."

Thales, who was watching the interrogation, felt that this was a difficult person to deal with.

"I know," but Raphael sounded relieved:

"So what are you going to do with them?"

"Or should I say, what are 'you' going to do?"

The corner of the noble's mouth tightened, and he stared at Raphael.

He seemed to be struggling with his thoughts, and after a long while, he finally said a word:

"As a person of the secret department, why bother to ask questions knowingly."

Raphael squinted and smiled:

"But I want to hear from you."

The nobleman of the blade leader snorted angrily.

He then turned to the one-way glass and looked straight at Thales:

"Who's behind the glass?"

Thales was taken aback.

But Molat beside him is as stable as ever, not surprised.

It seems that this nobleman has a lot of knowledge.

Having been seen through the trick, Raphael did not rush:

"No matter who 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.

It took a few seconds for the nobleman to look away from Thales' direction.

"We, some of the nobles of the Blades, lost their land, rights, or position due to various reasons, and we want to jointly go to..."

The nobleman paused for a moment, and found a decent word:

"Appeal."

Raphael nodded:

"Where to complain?"

The nobleman had a cold expression, and spit out a place name:

"Mindis Hall."

Thales' eyelids twitched.

Go to Mindis Hall... to 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 noble replied happily:

"Barons, lords, noble knights, and many others are rushing to join."

"Only seeking justice."

justice.

This word is full of weight, and it hammered heavily in Thales' heart.

"So, at least thirteen nobles and their servants, fully armed, went to appeal to the Duke of Xinghu."

Raphael sighed, quite helplessly:

"At that time, if some people were emotionally upset, even if it was the police officers on the periphery, Canxing's private soldiers, or even the royal guards, it would not be so easy to suppress the matter, would it?"

The nobleman glanced at him.

"Just to show our attitude, we have no intention of hurting anyone."

Raphael chuckled and asked:

"Then why is it the Mindis Hall, not the Fuxing Palace?"

The nobleman stared at him with a bad expression.

"You want to follow the example of that idiot last night," Raphael directly said what he was thinking: "Find the Duke of Xinghu's sect, take advantage of his inexperienced experience not long after returning to China, and go to the meeting with a sword."

"Make a big scene."

big occasion.

Thales' eyes were dim.

[If you don't kill people, no one will listen to you... If you don't shock the world, there will be no way out... If you don't resign yourself to depravity, you will swallow the bitter fruit. 】

【Please tell me, Your Highness... What is the reason behind this? 】

That night, Anke's sad and angry eyes when he took the hostages to break into the palace reappeared in his mind.

"It's not imitation." The nobleman seemed offended, "We must be earlier and smarter than that Western Wilderness idiot."

Raphael tutted:

"But you must be encouraged by the precedent, especially that the idiot survived."

"So you have made up your mind that you must knock on the door of Prince Thales' house and force him to see this kind of problem that only His Majesty can solve?"

Inspired by precedent...

A problem that only His Majesty can solve.

Thales clenched his fist unconsciously, but then he remembered that the Black Prophet was still watching, so he had to force himself to let go of his fingers.

"He is also a bright star."

The nobleman leaned back in his chair, speaking in a calm and orderly manner:

"He took charge of the northern kingdom, went on expeditions to the desert, and was highly respected by many famous families including the four-eyed skull."

"Last night, he showed wisdom and cunning, courage and savagery, and a heart to make a difference for the kingdom."

"He also showed kindness and loyalty, generosity and generosity, and didn't turn a blind eye to us."

Raphael nodded while listening, and sarcastically said:

"And this is the reward for you loyal ministers and good men to the good man Prince Thales."

"Carrying twenty swords, as if forcing a palace to 'visit' the Mindis Hall?"

The nobleman of the blade collar suddenly looked up!

"He is our future king."

His voice was like steel, and every word was so powerful that Thales felt it was 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 for you to care about these things that are related to the interests of many parties, and you can't tell the shit at all?"

"Then he is not worthy to be king." The noble said decisively.

Raphael snorted coldly.

"How dare you say that."

The aristocrat laughed, his laughter chilling.

"Have you ever been to the Blades, young man?"

He looked at Raphael aggressively without flinching:

"If you haven't been there, just shut up."

"And if you've been, then you know: we have nothing to fear."

Raphael was silent for a while.

Thales could feel that the Bone Man was at a disadvantage.

A few seconds later, Raphael snorted softly.

"Your Excellency seems to be a smart man," he said politely, but the meaning of the words was clear:

"And you're already sitting here and know what to do?"

The nobleman turned away, snorted lightly, and pondered for a while.

But he finally turned around and said in a deep voice:

"certainly."

"I'm going to go back and tell them to cancel this appeal protest."

Raphael's eyes lit up.

"Very good," the skeleton man happily closed the file:

"If everyone was as sensible as you are, I wouldn't have to pay overtime every day."

He stood up, ready to end the interrogation - or questioning.

But the noble stopped him.

"You may have won the day, young man."

The nobleman of the blade collar raised his head and looked directly at Raphael.

"You stopped us."

But his words are deeply disturbing:

"But as long as the root cause of the matter is not resolved, and the kingdom's chronic disease is not cured, there will be more people like us."

More like us...

Thales felt that his breathing was in a trance.

"Then I don't mind seeing you a few more times," Raphael said without showing any weakness, "whether it's here or in the courtroom, or..."

"In a certain coffin?"

The noble laughed out loud, but the laughter immediately turned into a warning:

"Secret, do you think this is the solution?"

He stared at Raphael coldly:

"Those of us who have not been forced into a corner, have family and career, have scruples, care about the overall situation and jobs, and can swallow our anger when we encounter grievances and injustices..."

"But what if there is a next Anke Bailar?"

"Where is the next person who goes to Prince Thales just for these questions?"

The next Anke Bailar.

Thales closed his eyes.

The nobles led by Blade shook their heads disdainfully:

"Just wait, what you did today won't let you get away with it once and for all."

"The Black Prophet can't either."

He focused his eyes and spoke firmly:

"Only one can."

Although he was not in the main interrogation room, Thales, who was listening, also felt that he was about to suffocate.

Raphael forced a smile:

"Then I'll make sure he knows."

"Yes," the nobleman looked at him with deep meaning in his eyes:

"You better be."

The nobleman stood up and let the two big men put the hood on him without any resistance.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room was finally not so depressing.

"My lord, go slowly, there will be a period later!"

Raphael sent the Blade Nobility away with a smile, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, saying in a voice that only he could hear:

"I hope not."

On the other side of the glass, Thales escaped from his complicated and delicate mood.

"He's right, Lord Hansen," he forced himself to speak, "even if I didn't stand up last night and respond directly to Anke Bailar."

The Black Prophet looked at him with interest.

"One day, things like this will still explode."

"My identity will inevitably attract such surprises again."

Thales gritted his teeth:

"It has nothing to do with my actions... last night."

Morat took a deep breath and endured another movement of the vines on his knees.

"Maybe you are right, and of course you can also convince yourself in this way, so that your actions last night are justified and you can feel at ease," Black Prophet closed his eyes, if he didn't look at his lower body, he was like an ordinary old man with his eyes closed :

"But you know, that's not what I want you to see."

Thales looked up abruptly!

"Raphael!"

He spoke loudly, and his voice was transmitted to the other end of the interrogation room.

Raphael turned around calmly, facing the one-way glass, and bowed to the invisible nobleman.

"There are many?"

Thales' breathing was disturbed, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said:

"A case like this related to my behavior last night, including the incident since my return..."

"There are many?"

Raphael didn't answer right away, he just remained silent, and just bowed again in front of the mirror.

Until Thales realized that he was waiting for the intelligence chief's permission.

But the black prophet beside him didn't say a word.

Raphael.

He will not obey the prince's orders.

A nameless anger suddenly sprang up.

Jump into Thales' already inexplicably depressed heart.

It even triggered the sin of Hell River—this beast was scratching his veins again.

This made him feel as if he had infinite power and boundless fire, but he had nowhere to vent it, so he could only suppress it by himself.

"Raphael," the Duke of Star Lake tried his best to ignore the bad state, and said coldly:

"answer me."

A few seconds later, perhaps sensing the Duke's anger, or understanding the meaning of Morat's silence, Rafael spoke quietly.

"A lot."

"There are four more cases just because the' farts' found it today."

ass.

Prince's ass.

Thales only felt that his fist was about to be crushed.

But Raphael's words continued:

"For example, the number of aristocrats applying for the police officer in the royal capital may increase significantly, because the first Mr. Karabyan 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 large amount of funds will pour in, and the market price will fluctuate beyond estimation. Even if Baron Quentin explained that the accident of smashing a glass last night is not the latest royal rule, but that is Lord Joke Mann. I'm going to have a headache with Viscount Coney..."

"For another example, in the recent banquet held in the capital, no matter which family's banquet security will be put on the highest alert, because your actions last night objectively encouraged everyone to bring weapons to the banquet, repay grievances, revenge, maybe And get response and sympathy..."

Every time Raphael said a word, Thales' breathing became more uncomfortable.

"And this morning."

Raphael's words were calm and flat, even with his usual ease and ease, but for some reason, it was so harsh to Thales' ears at this moment:

"There is a new murder on the outskirts of Yongxing."

murder.

Thales' nerves jumped.

"According to the initial investigation by the Police Department: the deceased was a farm implement dealer, and the murderer was a farmer working in the field. He confessed to the crime and it should be an impulsive crime."

Thales swallowed the discomfort all over his body, and spoke with difficulty:

"Why?"

Raphael hesitated for a while, as if looking for a suitable wording.

Until the Black Prophet coughed unhurriedly.

Raphael sighed slightly:

"An eyewitness said that the farm tool dealer, that is, the deceased, had a conversation with the murderer before the incident."

"He changed his mind on the spur of the moment and wanted to sell the lettuce seeds that the two had negotiated in advance..."

"Twenty times the price."

Thales was taken aback.

lettuce.

price increase.

No.

No……

In an instant, an unreasonable daze and confusion occupied his body and mind.

"It is said that the farmer was already poor and struggling to support his family, so he collapsed and broke out in conflict until the other party died of serious injuries..."

Raphael's voice seemed to be coming from the bottom of the water, erratic but real.

"And according to eyewitnesses, the reason for the deceased's temporary price increase was..."

"The prince loves to eat."

After the words fell, Thales' figure flickered!

[The prince loves to eat. 】

At that second, all the anger and resentment seemed to realize the absurdity of his existence, and Qiqi disappeared in his senses.

[The prince loves to eat. 】

Even the rustling of Raphael, the Black Prophet, the black-veined vines, and even the entire interrogation room disappeared together.

Only emptiness, bewilderment, and sadness remain.

And himself.

[The prince loves to eat. 】

Thales closed his eyes in a trance, leaned 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 is a bottomless, endless, never-ending abyss.

[The prince loves to eat. 】

Dark, depressing.

It was cold and dead silent.

suffocating.

[The prince loves to eat. 】

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