Kingdom’s Bloodline

Jan Kevin Dill.

At that moment, Dagoli froze.

On the other side of the glass, Thales also had an expression.

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

"You know why." Raphael smiled unabated.

Dagoli sat up straight and said anxiously:

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

"Which department is it?"

Raphael nodded, becoming more and more interested:

"It's so strange, you are not afraid of the treacherous Finance and Taxation Office, nor the vicious Security Office, nor the supernatural Judgment Hall."

"The only time I lost my composure was when I heard the name of a great noble from another place."

Dagoli trembled.

He understood something and looked around nervously:

"This isn't any police station at all, is it?"

"Who are you working for?"

Raphael snorted softly:

"Oh, maybe you are afraid that the Duke of Iris will know that Dagoli Moss, this powerful businessman who got his help and received his favor and even led his mission to act as his agent for the central liquor business, actually pocketed his own money without telling him. , have eaten huge kickbacks for so long, and have operated so many private properties elsewhere..."

Thales saw that every time Raphael said a word, Dagoli trembled.

Raphael smiled casually:

"And he dared to say that the business failed, and went back and cried poorly to the Duke?"

Dagoli's breathing began to speed up, and he swallowed hard:

"Listen, little brother, there must be some misunderstanding between us, I don't understand a single thing you said..."

Raphael picked up the documents and left his seat, as if he was about to call it a day and leave:

"don’t worry,

We will arrange for a carriage in a moment, and send you home with great fanfare and publicity, to thank you for your cooperation and confession—just after these evidences have been sent to the Emerald City, to Duke Jayne. "

Dagoli was stunned, the expression and confidence on his face just now were gone.

"You...can't..." He wanted to say something, but his tongue fell open.

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

"After all, you know that the Kingdom's Secret Division cannot conduct illegal torture."

At that second, Dagoli shook violently!

"What, you say you are kings, what kind of kings?" the wine merchant asked blankly.

The skeleton man just smiled, then turned and left.

"Wait a moment!"

"I remember it, I remember it!"

Perhaps the last sentence was too powerful, Dagoli jumped off the chair, got up from the ground in panic, and cried in his words:

"Today, a large amount of funds came back. I guarantee that those who are owed wages and owed money will receive the money soon, and there is still a large surplus. I want to donate all of it to you personally, brother, or your department. , support work... can you, just pretend that I have never been here..."

But Raphael smiled evilly and remained unmoved:

"Don't worry, you are very familiar with Boss Catherine, right? When you go out, the Blood Bottle Gang will definitely entertain you well?"

"Or I heard that the practice of Emerald City is to open a ship and take people out to sea. No matter what happens on the high seas, it has nothing to do with the kingdom's laws..."

He squinted and smiled:

"We can't control it even if we want to."

It seems that every time Raphael said a word, Dagoli could think of something.

As a result, his crying became more and more serious, and his eyes became more frightened:

"No, no, no, please, you...you are killing me...I, I am also a citizen of the kingdom, you can't just ignore death..."

Raphael reacted and smiled apologetically:

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

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

raise a family.

Dagoli trembled, he froze in place, staring at Raphael blankly.

Raphael smiled as before, looked back at him happily, and waited patiently for a response.

After a full ten seconds.

"Damn it."

Finally, under Raphael's gaze, Dagoli couldn't bear the heavy pressure, and fell limply on the ground:

"Okay, okay, whatever you want, I, I'll give you everything."

He completely collapsed, truly tearing up, weeping uncontrollably:

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

Raphael smiled, very happily.

"Welcome to the Secret Department of the Kingdom, Mr. Moss."

Satisfied, he bent down and helped up the trembling Dagori:

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

Dagoli stared blankly at the young man in front of him, only numbness remained on his face.

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

"This is how you recruit people and win people's hearts?"

The black prophet in the wheelchair smiled softly:

"I know you despise such methods."

"I'm not looking down on you, it's just..." the prince shook his head and said uncomfortably:

"It reminds me of Shadowshield."

"That's right." Morat snorted lightly:

"Because that's our division of labor: We stay in the dark and do the dirty work, and you stand in the sun and do the dirty work."

"Pleasant cooperation."

Thales glanced at the Black Prophet, his brows getting tighter and tighter.

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

"Now, can you answer my question?"

Dagoli's eyes were red, he was wiping his nosebleed with a handkerchief, he raised his head in a daze:

"What, what's the problem?"

Raphael repeated patiently:

"Why, why is there no future for the future wine industry in the Kingdom?"

Perhaps because he was frightened by the experience in the past ten minutes, Dagoli was stunned for a while before he realized it.

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

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

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

Raphael's eyes moved slightly:

"What's wrong?"

Dagoli, who had just experienced drastic changes in his life, flattened his mouth and said reluctantly:

"The prince."

Hearing his news, Thales was taken aback for a moment.

I saw Dagoli sullenly said:

"Our wise Prince Thales, Your Excellency the Duke of Xinghu doesn't like wine."

"At yesterday's banquet, my homemade wine was placed on his table, and he didn't touch a drop."

"Even a drop."

He said bitterly:

"Even when toasting, he just pretended to spill it on purpose."

Raphael hummed:

"Maybe the wine in your house is not to your taste?"

"Well, what difference does it make if the Prince doesn't like to drink, or the wine doesn't suit him?"

After being destructively broken by Rafael's psychological defense, Dagoli, who opened the conversation, was eloquent, with a taste of giving up on himself.

"And not only does he not drink."

The wine merchant said unhappily:

"He doesn't like other people drinking."

Thales looked up in surprise.

Raphael also frowned:

"real?"

Dagoli let out a haha, with a face full of sarcasm:

"Although I didn't go to the royal banquet yesterday, a friend of mine went. He saw it with his own eyes: before the hostage-taking accident happened, there was a noble girl who was beautiful and had a good family background. She went to Invite the prince to dance."

"In the end, just because she drank two glasses of wine before talking with the prince, she was scolded by His Highness in public, and she came back in tears."

Raphael still questioned:

"you sure?"

"It's spread all over the circle of famous ladies!"

Dagoli snorted:

"His Royal Highness rejected every girl who had drunk, even his aunt drank a few more glasses of wine, he didn't show mercy, and drove her out of the banquet in advance!"

"There is also a servant who testified: After the banquet, when His Highness talked with Duke Jann alone, he also drank clean water!"

Raphael pondered for a while:

"That's it? Just based on the trivial things that happened at the banquet last night?"

"Maybe this is just an excuse you made, to cover up your behavior of recklessly running away after your business failed and hurting hundreds of families..."

Dagoli interrupted him angrily:

"I said that I was just going abroad for vacation... Listen, the prince hates wine. There are already clues to this, not just last night."

"How to say?"

Dagoli snorted softly:

"First of all, it was the merchants from the North who were brought by Heisha. There were rumors among them that Prince Thales and the current king of Exeter fell in love with each other because of a glass of wine, and hated each other."

"I don't know how the prince is in the north, but when he returned to the stars, it was very obvious: he lives in seclusion, lives a simple life, and doesn't like drinking and sex."

Dagoli raised his finger, pretending to be serious:

"In the Saber Camp, colleagues from Xihuang prepared a jug of high-quality famous wine, bought off the soldiers of the Legendary Wing, and prepared to dedicate it to him, and advertised it by the way, but the prince was very embarrassed, and just didn't even look at it. It was smashed to the ground!"

"You know, that's the heir to the kingdom."

"That's when the rumors started."

Dagoli exhaled indignantly:

"And I just heard about what happened this morning: the two personal guards of Prince Thales—the royal guards, who were born as the seven star servants—drank a few more glasses of wine last night, so they missed There was a hostage-taking accident."

"Then the prince ordered them to be whipped, and they were beaten to death in the Mindis Hall. It is said that he even counted the whips himself."

Raphael listened carefully, and glanced at the one-way glass from the corner of his eye.

Dagoli leaned back:

"That's it, soon the whole star will know that the future king doesn't like drinking, and he doesn't like drinking people."

"Damn prince."

Raphael coughed:

"Maybe you're overreacting, the prince doesn't like drinking so much..."

"Oh! He's a prince! The future king!"

Not in a good mood, Dagoli interrupted the skeleton man impatiently:

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

Raphael didn't speak.

The other side of the one-way glass fell into dead silence.

"Listen, little brother, you're still young, but I've seen it, I know..."

Dagoli grabbed the handkerchief and wiped his nose:

"Maybe it won't be that fast, but over time..."

"The upper circles of the capital will gradually form such an ethos: In order to please the prince and get close to the duke, first, some people start to drink less, then everyone follows the trend, and then the famous people advocate not drinking, and then spread to the whole Eternal Star City. They all urge everyone not to drink until the Kingdom formally promulgates laws restricting alcohol..."

Raphael was dubious:

"Isn't it too exaggerated?"

Dagoli shook his head:

"Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but buddy, you're also from the public."

"What is good at the top must be increased at the bottom."

"Haven't you heard? If a cup is dropped in the Fuxing Palace, a head will be lost in the kingdom."

The wine merchant glanced at Raphael and smiled ironically:

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

His laughter was dissatisfied and desolate, gradually weakening.

"The king sneers at a certain type of people, and when they get down there, people will kill them all."

"The Duke pays more attention to something, and if it goes down to the people, it will be priceless or priceless."

"People regard a certain drunken nonsense of a big man as a wise saying, and interpret it painstakingly. Academics in colleges and universities even fund it and set up research projects..."

"Or any great nobleman who forgot to wear his outer pants during a walk will be regarded as a new style, elegant and fashionable, which attracts people to worship and imitate..."

Dagoli said not without resentment:

"Are there still few cases like this?"

The wine merchant sighed:

"Power is the hook that draws everyone near it for a little bait."

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

There was silence in the interrogation room for a while.

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

Dagoli nodded.

"Do you think it's me who wants to close? Believe me, if I don't stop the loss and exit now, in a few months, when the rumor that the prince doesn't like wine is completely spread, my business report will only be worse. I'm in the Emerald City. The benefactor will be even more unhappy."

"And I'm not the first to know: the market's nose is smarter than mine, and gold coins only follow power."

He pouted:

"Last night alone, after the banquet, six noble buyers returned their orders for the next month. They said that the wine they brewed at home is enough."

"There are ten more this morning..."

Dagoli's eyes became confused:

"I originally thought that after the prince returned to the country and the royal banquet was held, the royal city, which had been silent for more than ten years, would have many more banquet occasions, and the demand for alcohol, especially for luxury banquets like ours, would definitely increase significantly. "

"So I expanded the scope of my partners, bought several more wineries, prepared to increase production, and borrowed a lot of money for this..."

He snorted coldly, wiped away the last bit of nosebleed, and threw the handkerchief on the table.

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

"At least in the short term, I won't have any more substantial orders for banquets in the capital, large or small."

Raphael was silent for a while, and then said:

"According to what you said, you were the first to act based on rumors. In your line of work, will more people suffer and more people will lose their jobs?"

Dagori snorted strangely, half crying and half laughing.

"What can I do?"

"I'm desperate too!"

He is depressed:

"But who is the one who caused the wine merchants to lose confidence, the future of the wine industry to be sluggish, and the workers under me to eat dirt?"

"Don't look for me if you have the ability, look for our Highness Thales who told the whole world 'I hate alcohol'!"

Moss slumped in his chair and muttered a second time:

"Damn nobleman."

"Damn prince."

The interrogation room returned to silence.

Raphael sighed:

"Very well, thanks for your opinion, I'll make sure he knows."

"Make sure he knows..."

Soon, Moss, immersed in decadence, realized something.

"No, no, I#\u0026%￥\u0026..."

The face of the wine merchant suddenly realized changed greatly:

"Don't write down that sentence just now... The setting sun knows that my whole family is loyal and supports the Canxing royal family wholeheartedly!"

He waved his hands hard, trying to explain to Raphael.

But Raphael just glanced at the one-way glass, then waved his hand and asked Moss to be taken down.

"Really, my mother can testify! I have been a loyal supporter of His Royal Highness Thales since I was born..."

"Aren't we our own people? You can't cheat me like this!"

The wine merchant's words slowly faded away, and the lingering echoes continued:

"Well, I wish the Duke of Xinghu good health and be crowned king as soon as possible..."

"Oh, no, don't get me wrong, I also support His Majesty Kessel! I sincerely wish the Iron Fist King a long life and eternal governance..."

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

On this side of the glass, the Black Prophet looked at the prince with interest.

For a whole few minutes, Thales was just in a daze silently.

I was speechless for a long time.

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