It took a long while before Thales came back to his senses from the uncomfortable and confused mood.
"What's this?"
He turned to Morat, who was sitting calmly.
The 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 dim:
"Show me my mess."
A mess.
Thales was in a daze for a while.
Morat said quietly:
"Then you have seen that, at least, the liquor industry in the royal capital will be in panic and depression for quite a while."
Thales clenched his fists.
【Damn Prince.】
[Everything he does...has a super, super, huge impact, okay? 】
The voice of wine merchant Dagoli seemed to still be echoing in his ears.
"But I didn't do anything." Thales murmured.
The Black Prophet's sneer reached his ears.
"At your level, doing nothing is also a gesture."
"Whether you mean it or not."
Thales frowned fiercely.
【Drink a little or take a few sips.】
What Princess Elise said to him on the day of the banquet rang in his ears.
【I bet that by tomorrow, you will feel like everyone is looking at you.】
Everyone is looking at you...
Thales took a deep breath and exhaled painfully through his 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 was no less cold:
"And you have left your homeland in the past six years and gone to the North as a hostage, under house arrest and under high walls?"
The demonic flesh and blood on Black Prophet’s knees surged:
"With all due respect, that's your luck."
My luck.
Thales looked sad.
As thoughts flowed, the interrogation room welcomed a new guest.
"Name."
Raphael picked up his pen, opened a new page of documents, and looked coldly at the old man opposite, who was fat and had thick limbs, but had a nervous and anxious face.
The newcomer's treatment was much better than that of Dagoli. Although he was also brought in with a hood over his head, the old man did not wear any shackles and was able to move freely on the chair.
"Yoshimoto, my name is Gibbon, sir."
Also in sharp contrast to the arrogant wine merchant, the old man on the chair has a submissive and obedient attitude, even with a hint of flattery:
"Gibbon Philson, everyone calls me old Gibbon or--old ****."
Raphael curled his lips unknownly.
"Well, Gibbon Philson, do you know why you are here?"
Gibbon smiled reluctantly:
"To be honest, no, I don't really know. Could you please tell me..."
"Vigilance Hall." Raphael didn't even raise his head, without hesitation.
Compared to the previous interrogation of the wine merchant, the Barren Skeleton Man had an indifferent attitude this time and refused to accept anyone from a thousand miles away.
The old man was stunned for a second.
"Impossible," old Gibbon said with a smile on his face, wagging his finger at Raphael:
"I have a relative who works in the Police Department, and I know their procedures. It's definitely not like this!"
The Desolate Skeleton Man raised his head expressionlessly.
"but……"
The old man looked around and thought of something. He was a little excited and a little curious.
"I know, this style of doing things," Old Gibbon looked mysterious and slightly proud. He leaned forward to the edge of the table and got close to 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 that a long time ago, when there was a serial vampire murder case in the capital," old Yoshimoto smiled and nodded, obviously very expressive:
"The famous limited-time security officer and the people from the secret department fought in my shop..."
boom.
Raphael tapped the table, interrupting Gibbon.
"That's right."
"You're so right."
The Desolate Skeleton 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."
"Working 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 was calm and at ease.
"What?"
Looking at Raphael's unkind gaze, Old Gibbon blinked in disbelief and looked at the interrogation room again.
"Really, is it really a secret science? That kingdom's secret science?"
Old Gibbon's eyes fell on the wet blood on the table, and he trembled as he thought of something.
"You, you didn't lie to me?"
Raphael snorted disdainfully.
Kingdom Secrets.
Black Prophet.
The kingdom's secret department has a target to kill ten people every day, and the black prophet bathes in the blood of children every night...
Thinking of various mysterious legends, Gibbon first smiled uneasily, and then huddled in his chair.
His eyes were fixed on a small area on the edge of the table, and he didn't dare to say anything.
First of all, I'm not a child anymore, and the Black Prophet won't like it.
And, wish I was the...eleventh person here today?
Thinking of this, Yoshimoto wanted to cry without tears.
"So, old Gibbon, what do you do?"
"What...do I do?"
Gibbon first repeated it blankly, then cleared his throat harshly after regaining consciousness, and began to visibly tremble.
"I, I have a blacksmith shop in Duskstar District. I have been making, making, making, making, forging iron for many years."
"Blacksmithing?"
Raphael sneered a few times, and the old blacksmith trembled to the rhythm of his sneer.
"I heard that you took on a big business this morning?"
Big business?
Old Gibbon's face turned pale, and then he quickly calmed down.
"Yes, yes, yes, it's a business, not big, just a small deal..." Old Gibbon looked sad and tried to please:
"Ahem, I can't say it's trivial. Hehe, it's average, medium-meaning, medium-meaning."
Raphael hummed and raised his pen without raising his head: "You..."
"I swear!"
Old Gibbon's expression changed and he suddenly loudly said:
"I have never used prohibited weapons and equipment!"
Raphael was startled by the sudden sudden appearance of the old blacksmith.
"What kind of military swords, military axes, military hammers, battle helmets and armor, war horse stirrups, battle shields, crossbow parts, trebuchet parts, magic gun butts, lithium alloy, kitchen knives longer than half a foot, steel spear points
, killing arrows, I have all these useless things——"
Old Gibbon's lips were crackling without hesitation, and he paused at the last sentence:
"——Never made it!"
He denied it with his eyes wide open.
Looking at the nervous and trembling old Gibbon, Raphael, who was ready to torture and extract a confession, put down his pen and was silent for a long time.
"So, you know a lot about...contraband?"
Old Gibbon shuddered again.
He realized something, felt bad, and tried his best to smile:
"Hehe, I just care about the law... well, abide by the law."
Raphael looked at the document and raised his pen again:
"you……"
Old Gibbon was so excited:
"I definitely didn't sell it to them!"
"Absolutely not!"
Raphael, who was startled again, put down his pen again, feeling helpless.
"them?"
Yoshimoto's expression was frozen.
He looked away, touched his chin awkwardly, and whispered:
"Just, just, it's them, they..."
Raphael figured out the trick. He put down his pen, closed the document, leaned back, and snorted coldly.
The desolate skeleton man's movements frightened the blacksmith's instinct and made him dance:
"Kekeke, they are nobles!"
"Even if the family does not have a title, at least it is a second-generation dandy who is an official and an errand. It should be legal..."
Raphael exhaled, crossed his arms, and narrowed his eyes.
Gibbon was shocked again and changed his words with lightning speed:
"Even if it's illegal, they can still find ways to circumvent it! I have no choice but to sell it to them..."
Raphael tilted his head and looked at the other person:
"you……"
Gibbon's expression changed again and he said loudly:
“I only took a deposit!”
He raised his hands and shouted:
“It hasn’t been delivered yet, it hasn’t been sampled yet, it hasn’t been drawn yet, and it hasn’t even received the materials yet!”
Gibbon explained nervously and hurriedly took out a piece of valuable paper from his arms:
"Look, all the orders from those customers are here! All of them!"
Raphael looked at the trembling order in the old blacksmith's hand inexplicably.
It seems like...you haven't asked anything yet?
"Okay," the Desolate Skeleton Man took the order with a complicated mood, feeling helpless and no one knew:
"You are much easier to talk to than the last one."
Maybe I should check this old man's background when I go back.
See if he is...a distant relative of the Karabyan family?
After handing over the order, Gibbon looked aggrieved and said, "I have made contributions to the kingdom." He asked cautiously:
"This shouldn't be illegal, right?"
"Even if it is, can this be regarded as... a surrender plot?"
Raphael looked at the order and hummed casually, frightening old Gibbon again.
"let us see……"
Raphael read aloud so that the person on the other side of the glass could hear:
"So-and-so is ordering a long sword. The requirements are as follows: You can tell at a glance that it is used by nobles. The material must be of the best quality. The color must be awesome. The luster must be shiny. It must be easy to maintain. The heavier it looks, the better. But in reality
The lighter it is, the better. It is best to be slightly aged and leave some traces to let people know that it was often wielded in battle..."
Outside the glass, Thales also frowned.
Under Gibbon's nervous and flattering gaze, the Bone Man continued to read out the first line of the order:
“The grip must be comfortable, there must be wind when swinging, it must be effortless when attacking, and it must be effortless when defending. The style and design must show heroism and chivalry, be elegant and strong, popular and classic, gorgeous and simple, simple and profound.
, the most important point is that it should be carried handsomely, so that it is convenient for the artist to paint from all angles..."
Raphael looked up in confusion.
what is this?
Among knights, the invincible holy sword that kills gods and demons?
"This, what about that," the old blacksmith rubbed his hands in embarrassment and lowered his head shyly:
"A, Party A."
With a strange look on his face, Raphael did not continue reading the other items on the list.
"Then do you know what they are going to do with the items on these orders?"
Old Gibbon touched his fat belly.
"Hey, you know, these patrons are nobles, of course I don't know-"
"Huh?" Raphael snorted contemptuously.
"——But I accidentally heard it!" Old Gibbon looked solemn and changed his words in time.
Raphael glanced sideways at him.
"They, these noble dudes are ordering weapons one after another. Most of them are going..."
Old Gibbon paused and said with a flattering smile:
"Dueling."
Despite his expectations, Thales still felt nervous.
duel.
Raphael pondered and nodded:
"Do you know why?"
Talking about this, old Gibbon was very happy:
"What else could it be? Of course, the Duke of Xinghu solved the case like a god last night and was very skilled. He defeated the kidnappers in a shocking duel and became famous in the royal capital. So now the noble disciples..."
At that moment, Thales felt a ringing in his ears.
duel.
but……
In order to eliminate the influence, didn't he make it very clear? "Since we want to enjoy its convenience once and for all, we must bear the price of it once and for all."
but why……
Why are there still people? Some people would...
At that moment, Thales didn't dare to look at the reaction of the black prophet beside him.
He forced himself to turn his attention back to the interrogation room.
"One of the noble brothers said they wanted to challenge their father to a duel because he ignored their seniority and stole their sweetheart at the banquet... Oh, look at how serious this is..."
Old Gibbon's eyes sparkled when he talked about gossip.
"They also ordered two swords. They specified that the material and style should be exactly the same to show fairness, because they wanted to duel with each other after killing their father! Hehe, then I said, what about my father's sword? So they ordered
The third one! Hehehe, do you think this is stupid..."
Raphael raised his gaze.
The blacksmith was immediately choked by his words.
"listen."
"Materials are lacking, the furnace is cold, and the apprentices are on strike," Raphael's voice said without any fluctuations.
"Or you fell in love with a quiet, graceful and coquettish little widow in the countryside, and planned to sell the shop and give up, go back and marry her..."
"Ah? Quiet and graceful yet coquettish and hot?" Old Gibbon was confused for a while.
"You know," Raphael paused and said without changing his expression.
"Party A."
The Boneless Man coughed.
"But I don't care what reason you use," Raphael coldly handed the order back to Old Gibbon:
"Refund the deposit and cancel this batch of orders."
The old blacksmith was slightly startled.
"Cancel? This, such a big order..."
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 confidentiality agreement, sign it, and you can leave."
Old Gibbon looked at the agreement, rubbed the order in his hand again, and said with some reluctance:
"Well, I don't have any good reason to cancel the order in a short time..."
boom!
Raphael suddenly moved. He grabbed Gibbon's hand and his eyes were as sharp as a sword:
"Then put a bandage on 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 paint on this agreement," Raphael said calmly:
"Someone will pay for the liquidated damages and bandages."
Old Gibbon felt a little aggrieved.
"But it's useless," he wanted to try again:
"There are more than just blacksmiths in the royal capital - although I am indeed the best - I am the only one, and those dandy boys will definitely find other shops, so why not let me make a few inferior ones that can't be stabbed to death... ah
Ah, be gentle!"
As old Gibbon screamed, Raphael squeezed the opponent's wrist and threatened:
"So, you want us to pay for the medical expenses as well?"
Old Gibbon let out a few muffled cries, showed a smile that was uglier than crying, picked up a pen and signed his name obediently, expressing his firm support for the decision of the Kingdom's secret department.
"very good."
Raphael let go of the panting blacksmith.
"Hurry, we still have to hurry up to deliver agreements - or medical bills - to a few other people."
The Desolate Bone Man said coldly.
Old Gibbon, who was rubbing his wrists and crying bitterly, immediately became energetic when he heard this:
"Um, don't miss the Karachi Blacksmith Shop on South Street. By the way, that old bastard is really bad. For decades, he has made contraband for villains and scum like the Blood Bottle Gang and the Brotherhood on more than one occasion.
I lie to everyone and say that it is produced in my shop - you must not believe it..."
Raphael glared again, suppressing old Gibbon's words in his mouth.
The old blacksmith could only press his lips and work hard to sign page after page:
"Okay, I understand. You have a heavy responsibility. You have to suppress the unhealthy trend of dueling and maintain the kingdom's legal system and stability. I understand, I understand..."
"But these things will be over as long as you arrest the duelists... Why bother embarrassing us little ones..."
"Look, this is the problem," Raphael supervised him as he signed the agreement, looking at the one-way glass intentionally or unintentionally:
"If the kingdom explicitly prohibits it, their dissatisfaction and resentment will escalate."
Raphael looked at the old blacksmith:
"But if a supplier like you cancels for any reason..."
He narrowed his eyes and approached old Gibbon:
"Do you have any objections?"
Old Gibbon had a clear understanding and shook his head faster than his bellows:
"No, no..."
The old blacksmith signed the agreement and handed it to Raphael flatteringly.
Raphael scanned the signature on it, closed it, lit a candle and covered it with wax paint.
"Very good, then 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 directly build it. There will be a large number of new orders."
Gibbon's eyes lit up, full of surprise.
"But only the military, and the people 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 in silence as the ecstatic old Gibbon was hooded and taken out of the interrogation room.
"I'm sorry," Morat in the wheelchair picked up a cup of tea and said with a slight smile:
"Raphael rarely deals with these small grassroots matters, he is not very skilled."
"But don't worry, we will have someone to talk to the craftsman in the future and follow up on his 'mental health' regularly to ensure that he will not resent you or even spread rumors to slander you."
"Or... there is no news about ordering special weapons for duels."
Seeing the Black Prophet's meaningful smile, Thales felt even 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 the teacup.
"Dueling is a martial culture that originated from the empire. It carried the spirit of chivalry in the primitive days and filled the gap where justice could not reach."
The old man in the wheelchair was calm and calm, like an outsider:
"You know, from the empire to the kingdom, it took our ancestors many centuries, how much blood and tragedy they experienced, and how much price and human life they paid to gradually fall behind with the development of the times and tear apart the internal stereotypes regardless of justice.
Are bad customs removed?"
His words were like a blade, cutting through Thales' heart over and over again:
"But now, all people see are the deeds of Polaris, and they are eager to follow him."
"Especially the story of how you used your wisdom to avoid death in Exeter in the name of duel."
"Coupled with your supreme grace last night that made countless boys and girls win hearts..."
The Black Prophet shook his head and said nothing.
But that's enough.
Thales' face was expressionless.
duel.
Is this what he brought to the Star People?
Saving D.D and Anke may end up killing... more people?
【No matter what happens, you always want to find a way that everyone is happy with, a perfect choice that meets your highest expectations.】
King Kessel's words just now echoed in his ears:
[It’s best to be calm, without any harm or harm.]
【Avoid the ugliness and sacrifice you least want to face.】
Thales raised his left hand with difficulty and looked 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' thoughts were heavy and his heart was ups and downs, the interrogation room welcomed the third guest.
This time, the person who entered the interrogation room was a nobleman. His clothes were low-key but classical, and his posture was comfortable and proud.
He sat firmly on the chair, also without shackles, showing a calm and extraordinary demeanor.
It was as if he was the interrogator.
"I know who you are."
Raphael also changed his questioning method, using concise and clear words to get to the point:
"And I believe you also know who we are."
The nobleman across the table slowly raised his eyes.
He was not looking around like old Gibbon, nor was he as sullen as Dagory.
"certainly."
"You are the darkness of the stars."
The nobleman slowly said:
"But what I don't know is that without the king's warrant, the Secret Service still has the power to secretly interrogate the kingdom's nobles?"
His eyes were looking directly at Raphael, and they were extremely sharp.
Raphael smiled.
"Of course not, so this is just an inquiry."
The Bone Man didn't ask the other party's name, so Thales had no way of knowing.
"That's it," the nobleman sneered and mocked
"It seems from your inquiry that the invitation is in a sack and rope?"
But the Desolate Skeleton Man, who was eloquent and even had a back-and-forth exchange of words with Thales, did not fall behind too much.
Obviously, judging from the first two interrogators, Raphael is good at dealing with different targets in different ways, and has repeatedly achieved success.
"Two weeks ago, you came to Yongxing City from 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 nobles brought by the blade, Thales thought silently.
The noble's eyes condensed and he was silent for a while.
Raphael didn't rush him either.
The atmosphere in the interrogation room became very depressing.
Finally, the noble snorted coldly:
"Even civilians have the right to carry weapons for self-defense when traveling."
"And I am a noble of the kingdom with the right to armed. If I use a sword to defend myself, am I breaking any laws?"
Raphael smiled kindly:
"of course not."
"But either you are an extreme master yourself, or your enemy is," Raphael clicked his tongue:
"Otherwise you wouldn't need to order a full...twenty swords?"
The nobleman from the Blade Territory had a cold look in his eyes.
"If you want to say that I am plotting rebellion," he said calmly, "this weapon in Yongxing City is not enough evidence."
Thales, who was watching the interrogation, had a premonition that this was a difficult person to deal with.
"I know," but Raphael sounded relaxed:
"So what are you going to do with them?"
"Or should I say, what are you going to do?"
The noble's lips tightened and he looked at Raphael.
He seemed to be having an ideological struggle, and after a while he finally said:
"As a person of the occult science, why should you ask questions when you know clearly?"
Raphael narrowed his eyes and smiled:
"But I want to hear what you have to say."
The noble of the Blade Collar snorted angrily.
He then turned to the one-way glass and looked straight at Thales:
"Who's behind the glass?"
Thales was startled.
But Morat beside him remained as steady as before, showing no surprise.
It seems that this nobleman has a lot of knowledge.
Having seen through the trick, Raphael calmly said:
"No matter who it is, doesn't it suit your wishes and be seen and heard by more people?"
The noble frowned slightly.
Raphael smiled broadly and made a "please" gesture to him.
After a few seconds, the noble looked away from Thales.
"We, some of the nobles in the Blade Territory, have lost their land, power or position due to various reasons. We want to go together..."
The noble paused for a moment and found a decent word:
"Complaint."
Raphael nodded:
"Where can I appeal?"
The noble looked coldly and spit out a place name:
"Mindis Hall."
Thales' eyelids twitched.
Go to Mindis Hall...to file a complaint?
No.
He thought of Anke at the banquet, and his mood hit rock bottom again.
"How many people?" Raphael asked casually.
"Thirteen," the nobleman answered cheerfully:
"Barons, lords, noble knights, and many others are rushing to join us."
"Just seeking justice."
justice.
This word was full of weight and struck a heavy chord in Thales's heart.
"So, at least thirteen nobles and their attendants and servants, fully armed, went to the Duke of Xinghu to jointly complain."
Raphael sighed, quite helpless:
"At that time, if some people got emotional and got into trouble, even if it was the peripheral security officers, the private soldiers of Bright Star, or even the royal guards, it would not be that easy to suppress the matter, right?"
The noble glanced at him.
"Just to show our attitude, we have no intention of hurting anyone."
Raphael chuckled and asked:
"Then why is it Mindis Hall and not Fuxing Palace?"
The noble stared at him with an unkind look on his face.
"You want to imitate the idiot last night," Raphael said directly what he was thinking: "Find the Duke of Star Lake's disciples, take advantage of his recent return to the country and his inexperience in the world, and go to the meeting with a sword."
"Make a big scene."
big occasion.
Thales' 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 surrender, you will suffer the consequences.]
[Please tell me, Your Highness... what exactly is this? 】
That night, Anke's sad and angry look when he took the hostages and forced them into the palace reappeared in his mind.
"It's not about imitating," the noble seemed to be offended, "our plan is earlier and smarter than that idiot in the Western Wilderness."
Raphael tutted:
"But you must be inspired by the precedent, especially that idiot survived."
"So you have made up your mind to knock on Prince Thales' door and force him to see this kind of problem that only His Majesty can solve?"
Encouraged by precedent...
A problem that only His Majesty can solve.
Thales clenched his fists unconsciously, but then he remembered that the Black Prophet was still watching, so he had to force himself to loosen his fingers.
"He is also a shining star."
The nobleman leaned back in his chair and spoke calmly and clearly:
"He conquered the Northern Kingdom and went on an expedition into the desert. He was highly praised by many famous families, including the Four-Eyed Skull."
"Last night, he showed his wisdom and skill, his courage and energy, and his determination to change the old and bring the new to the kingdom."
"He also showed kindness and loyalty, magnanimity and generosity, and would not turn a blind eye to us."
Raphael nodded while listening and said sarcastically:
"And this is how you, the loyal ministers, and the good men, repay the good man Prince Thales."
“Carrying twenty swords, ‘visiting’ the Mindis Hall as if you were forcing the palace?”
The nobles of the Blade Collar suddenly raised their heads!
"He is our future king."
His voice was like steel, and his words were so precise that Thales found it 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 inconvenient for him to take care of things like yours that involve the interests of many parties and can't be explained at all?"
"Then he is not worthy of being king." The noble said decisively.
Raphael snorted coldly.
"How dare you say that."
The nobleman laughed, his laughter chilling.
"Have you ever been to the Blades, young man?"
He looked at Raphael, aggressive and unflinching:
"If you haven't been there, just shut up."
"And if you've been there, you know: there's nothing we dare not say."
Raphael was silent for a while.
Thales could feel that the Bone Man was at a disadvantage.
After a few seconds, Raphael snorted softly.
"Your Excellency seems to be a smart man," he said politely, but the meaning of his words was not clear:
"And you're sitting here, knowing what to do?"
The noble turned away, sneered slightly, and pondered for a while.
But he finally turned around and said in a deep voice:
"certainly."
"I will go back and tell them to cancel this appeal and protest."
Raphael's eyes lit up.
"Very good," the Boneless Man closed the document happily:
"If everyone was as sensible as you, I wouldn't have to get overtime pay every day."
He stood up, ready to end the interrogation - or questioning.
But the nobleman stopped him.
"You may win today, young man."
The nobleman of the Blade Collar raised his head and looked directly at Raphael.
"You stopped us."
But his words are extremely disturbing:
"But as long as the root causes of the matter are not resolved and the kingdom's chronic diseases are not cured, there will be more people like us."
More like us…
Thales felt like his breathing was in a trance.
"Then I don't mind seeing you a few more times," Raphael said without any sign of weakness: "Whether it's here or in the trial hall, or..."
"In a certain coffin?"
The noble laughed loudly, but the laughter immediately turned into a warning:
"Secretist, do you think this is the solution?"
He stared at Raphael coldly:
"Those of us have not yet been pushed into a corner. We have a family and a career, but we have scruples. We care about the overall situation and our jobs. We can still swallow our anger when we are wronged and unfair..."
“But what if there is a next Anke Bailar?”
"Where is the next person who goes to see Prince Thales just for these questions?"
The next Anke Bailar.
Thales closed his eyes.
The nobleman led by Blade shook his head disdainfully:
"Just wait, what you do today won't let you get through it once and for all."
"Neither can the Black Prophet."
His eyes were focused and his tone was firm:
"Only one person can."
Although he was not in the main interrogation room, Thales, who was listening in, 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 infinite meaning in his eyes:
"You better be."
The noble stood up and allowed the two big men to put the hood on his head without any resistance.
The atmosphere in the interrogation room finally became less oppressive.
"Sir, walk slowly. See you later!"
Raphael sent the Blade Nobles away with a smile, and finally let out a breath and said 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 is right, Lord Hansen," he forced himself to speak, "even if I didn't stand up last night and didn't respond directly to Anke Bailar."
The Black Prophet looked at him with interest.
"One day, something like this will break out."
"My identity will inevitably attract such surprises again."
Thales gritted his teeth:
"This has nothing to do with my actions last night..."
Morat took a deep breath and endured another strange movement of the vines on his knees.
"Maybe you are right, and of course you can convince yourself in this way, so that your actions last night will appear justified and you will feel at ease." Black Prophet closed his eyes. If he did not look at his lower body, he would be like an ordinary old man who closed his eyes and meditated.
:
"But you know, that's not what I want you to see."
Thales raised his head suddenly!
"Raphael!"
He spoke loudly, and his voice reached the other end of the interrogation room.
Raphael calmly turned around, faced the one-way glass, and bowed to the invisible nobleman.
"There are many?"
Thales' breathing was disordered. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth:
"Case like this is related to my behavior last night, including what happened since my return to the country..."
"There are many?"
Raphael did not answer immediately, he just remained silent and bowed again in front of the mirror.
Until Thales reacted: he was waiting for the intelligence chief's permission.
But the Black Prophet beside him didn't say a word.
Raphael.
He will not listen to the prince's orders.
An unknown anger suddenly sprang up.
It jumped up into Thales's inexplicably depressed heart.
It even triggered the sin of Hell River - this beast was scratching at his blood vessels again.
This made him feel like he had immense power and boundless fire, but had nowhere to vent, so he could only suppress himself.
"Raphael," Duke Xinghu tried his best to ignore his bad state and said coldly:
"answer me."
A few seconds later, perhaps feeling the Duke's anger, or perhaps understanding the meaning of Morat's silence, Raphael spoke quietly.
"Quite a few."
"Just what the 'Butts' found today, there are four more."
Butt.
Prince's butt.
Thales felt like his fists were about to burst.
But Raphael’s words continued:
"For example, the number of nobles applying for the royal capital's security officer position may increase significantly because Mr. Karabiyan, the first person you received, was a security officer, and the female officer who took care of your daily life was also a security 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 will change beyond expectations. Even if Baron Quentin explains the accident of smashing the cup last night, it is not the latest rule of the royal family, but it is Lord Juke Man
We are going to have a headache with Viscount Connie..."
"For another example, no matter which family's banquet is held in the royal capital recently, the security will be put on the highest alert, because your actions last night objectively encouraged everyone to bring weapons to the banquet, to report grievances and revenge. Maybe
And still get responses and sympathy..."
Every time Raphael said a word, Thales' breathing became more uncomfortable.
"And this morning."
Raphael's words were calm and plain, even with his usual ease and ease, but for some reason, they sounded so harsh to Thales at this moment:
"There is a new murder case on the outskirts of Yongxing City."
murder.
Thales' nerves jumped.
"According to the preliminary investigation by the Police Department: the deceased was a farm equipment dealer and the murderer was a farmer working in the fields. 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 moment, seeming to be looking for the right words.
Until the Black Prophet coughed slowly.
Raphael sighed slightly:
"An eyewitness said that the farm equipment merchant, the deceased, had talked to the murderer before the incident."
"He suddenly changed his mind and wanted to sell the lettuce seeds that the two of them had negotiated in advance..."
"Raise the price twenty times."
Thales was startled.
lettuce.
Raise price.
No.
No……
In an instant, an unexplained confusion and confusion took over 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 excitement until the other party died of serious injuries..."
Raphael's voice seemed to come from under the water, erratic but solid.
"According to eyewitnesses, the deceased's reason for temporarily raising the price was..."
"The prince loves to eat."
As soon as he finished speaking, Thales' figure swayed!
【Prince loves to eat.】
At that second, all the anger and resentment seemed to realize the absurdity of his existence and disappeared from his senses.
【Prince loves to eat.】
Even Raphael, the Black Prophet, the rustling of the black-veined vines, and even the entire interrogation room disappeared all around.
All that is left is emptiness, confusion, and sadness.
And himself.
【Prince loves to eat.】
Thales closed his eyes in a daze, leaned against the wall behind him, and slowly leaned back.
But at that moment, the young man felt that what he was leaning against was not a wall...
It is an abyss that is bottomless, has no end in sight, and will never end.