Of course, LaBelle had reason to believe that the prince had been involved in the whole thing, although Tom Colon had done it alone in many details, and he would not have dared to do it without the prince's permission. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 So when LaBelle stood in front of the prince again, he still had that familiar smile on his face, but the tone of his voice was obviously reversed.

LaBelle sat comfortably in his chair, drinking tea, and looking at the little prince who was standing and glaring at him, LaBelle sneered and said: "Your Highness, I am actually here today to share your worries, who do you think you put up such a stinky shelf for?

The crown prince also has reason to believe that the whole thing was stabbed out by the dead eunuch in front of him, otherwise, how could this plan, which only three people knew, reach the queen's ears? The prince gritted his teeth a little, but there was no way at all. He let out a sigh of relief and took two steps forward, the ten-year-old prince standing as tall as LaBelle sitting. The crown prince looked at the bald head and the disgusting face of the dead eunuch, "What do you want?" I know that any argument on this matter will turn into an excuse and a pretext, although I really don't know anything about it!"

LaBelle sneered in his heart, and suddenly felt deep sympathy for Cologne, probably Cologne would not have thought that after the incident, the crown prince would immediately shirk everything cleanly. However, almost no one believed the Prince's words, which is why Cologne dared to act like this after finding out this. However, the ten-year-old prince did not know.

"Like you said," LaBelle changed his tone again, and his address changed directly from "you" to "you", as he looked at the ten-year-old slightly immature prince, "at this point any argument is useless, and the best thing to do is to publicly admit the mistake and apologize." ”

"This is impossible!" LaBelle was categorically rejected by the crown prince in the middle of his words, "As the heir of the Plintys family, how can I apologize to the common people?

"Your Highness the Prince," LaBelle could have accentuated the title, as he got up from his chair, walked behind the Prince, and patted him on the shoulder, which he would never have done before, "You have to be clear," he turned to the Prince, looking down at the ten-year-old child, "You are able to sit in your current seat because someone asked you to sit here, not because you, as the heir of the House of Printys, should sit here!"

The prince listened to Label's tongue twister, his brows furrowed, because of these words, the prince's face turned from white to iron, and the muscles of his face twitched slowly. LaBelle knew that this was a sign that the prince was about to commit epilepsy, but after a few minutes, the prince's face became rosy again, and he actually survived. LaBelle admired the prince's forbearance very much, especially for a ten-year-old child.

"It's impossible to apologize!"

"But only an apology can calm the anger of the sect!"

"Who will appease my anger?" the prince suddenly roared.

"As the heir of the Plintys," LaBelle said with a sneer, "no one can help you get better!"

With that, LaBelle turned around and walked back to his chair and continued to drink his tea. The crown prince stood in place, his body began to tremble, and he tried his best to suppress his anger. Ever since he heard that Tom had been arrested for plotting to murder the Pope, the crown prince knew that something was wrong. The incident was quickly hyped up by the news media, and the congregants of the capital region gathered in St. Peter's Square to demonstrate and demand that Tom Cologne be punished.

I thought that in a few days, after the arrogance of the sect had subsided, it would be fine. However, I don't know which guy with a big tongue actually claimed that the mastermind behind the whole thing was the current prince. For a time, the news was greatly exaggerated on television and the Internet, and within two days, the number of people demonstrating in St. Peter's Square had grown to more than 300,000. Most of them were ordinary people, and some children of nobles. Of course, there are some radicals who instigate trouble, and you don't need to think about it to know that they are all people sent by the queen.

On the fifth day after the incident came to light, there was a clash in the King's Quarter. It all started when a member of St. Peter's got into a verbal altercation with a cashier while shopping at a supermarket. The two argued over whether the crown prince planned the murder of the pope, and finally got into a fight. The incident intensified, and within three hours, tens of thousands of St. Peter's congregants and five or six thousand ordinary people supporting the crown prince gathered around the supermarket, which in turn led to a brawl between the people who supported the pope and the crown prince. By the time the Security Service arrived at the scene, the number of dead and wounded had risen to 2,000.

The brawl was a trigger, and after the incident broke out, dozens of fights broke out in various regions. The direct casualties exceeded 50,000. As the truth of the matter was gradually revealed by the media, coupled with the previous Knox incident, the prince's credibility among the masses plummeted, and then the number of supporters dropped rapidly, and he joined the protesters of St. Peter's congregation.

"You see it too," after a long silence, LaBelle said again, "Actually, what these ordinary people want is very simple, they just need an apology from you!"

"I didn't do it, so why should I apologize? The apology makes me seem weak, as if I really did it!" the prince continued to argue.

"Apologize for what you're afraid of, it's just a stopgap measure. It is imperative to let the demonstrators disperse first," continued LaBelle to persuade, "as the saying goes, stay in the green hills, and don't be afraid of running out of firewood." If you really anger these guys, and they use the power of St. Peter's Church to put pressure on you to voluntarily renounce your inheritance, then at that time, no one will listen to you if you want to apologize!"

LaBelle looked at the bewildered and frightened expression on the ten-year-old prince's face when he heard this, and knew that another weed could overwhelm the disoriented camel. LaBelle walked up to the crown prince and said, "After this crisis, it is not difficult to make a comeback!"

Hearing this, the prince's eyes lit up, "What do you mean?"

"Surely you've heard of the strike on Europa?" LaBel continued, "it was started by Wacker Snoder's newly founded Pabrick Party, which is said to be growing rapidly, with more than 10 million members and tens of thousands of core members. Pabrick is rapidly growing to become the third largest organization after the Church of St. Peter and the Liberty League. ”

The crown prince's frown slowly relaxed, and he looked at LaBel, "You mean you want me to win over Wacker?"

"A small conspiracy alone cannot compete with a huge church, and the only thing that can compete with it is another huge organization!" said LaBelle, "and Pabrick's mass base is very good, 90 percent of its members are workers at the lowest level, and if he can get the support of the prince, I believe that Wacker will develop Pabrick into an organization that surpasses the church of St. Peter in a very short time." ”

Listening to Label's description, the prince was tempted for a moment, but this matter is easier said than done!

LaBelle saw what the prince was thinking, and said with a smile: "You don't have to worry about this," LaBelle patted the prince's shoulder, "As long as your status as the prince is still there, everything will be left to me." Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you that your grandfather was very interested in WACKER too!"

Hearing LaBelle say this, the prince's brows finally relaxed, since his grandfather is also optimistic about Wacker, he can just be close to the water and win his grandfather's support. After all, in the face of his mother, Queen Kate, the crown prince is still weak. He nodded, "Okay, find a time to meet WACKER!"

Wacker Snoder has been a bit of a mess lately, and after the last meeting, he had planned to consolidate the gains he had made so far and then find a way to continue to expand. However, Dorne Sincreth was young and vigorous, and despite Wacker's opposition, he resolutely went to Saturn to develop Pabrik. Unexpectedly, Dorn suffered an unprecedented blow on Saturn. On the first day of Dorn's arrival on Saturn's moons, the Freedom Alliance carried out an assassination attempt, and Dorne narrowly escaped death, finally finding a spaceship, leaving Saturn and escaping to Uranus.

After arriving at Uranus, Dorne met the congregation of St. Peter's Church, who was bound by the church and burned in public. Thankfully, the commander of the 3rd Military Region, Esor Bergro, stopped the drama in time, and Dorn was able to return safely to Europa. Upon his return, Dorn fell into a state of anxiety. Young Dorne had never been hit like this and could not be relieved for quite some time, so Gilberlin Jobs took the place of Dorne as Archdeacon as Pabrick's second-in-command.

Sitting in his office, Wacker looked through the window at the dome of the underwater city, which today mimics the blue sky and white clouds, and through the blue sky you can see the slowly flowing waters and the simple creatures floating in the permafrost of Europa. At this time, Gilberlin Jobs pushed the door and walked in, "Chairman, I just received a message from the Third Military Region!"

Gilberlin pushed the thick glasses on the bridge of his nose and placed an electronic crystal screen on Wacker's desk. Wacker returned to reality from his thoughts, picked up the crystal screen, typed in the password, and saw the simple message. Wacker handed the crystal screen to Gilberlin, and after reading it, Gilberlin said, "Captain Bergero actually invited you to Europa?"