The frolicking streets, the noisy people, the perfume shop that was once full of customers, is now facing the danger of closure.

A group of scoundrels blocked the doorway, intimidating passers-by.

The soldiers who were supposed to patrol and maintain order disappeared from the post where they were supposed to be.

Sancho stood in front of the attic window, watching the scene with a slight smile on his face. Sancho liked quiet, and for him the joy and sorrow of the common people were like noise. If he could, he would never have paid attention.

However, today, looking at this scene, his heart is very comfortable, even in the face of noisy or whispering pedestrians on the side, there is no discomfort.

The seventh prince Sijia is the favorite child of King Navarre, and with the powerful matriarchal power behind Siga, no one dares to provoke in the entire Garcia royal capital.

It's been ten whole days, and the Golden Harvest Chamber of Commerce hasn't done a single business. If this trend continues, it will be a matter of time before the closure continues.

Watching his opponent slowly decline, fall, and die in this atmosphere of despair is Sancho's greatest pleasure.

Sancho closed the window, feeling the warmth on his stiff face, and a little hot all over his body. He sat down, about to pour himself a glass of wine, but heard the shouts of his men.

"Your Highness, it's not good!"

This time, he didn't even knock on the door and broke in.

Sancho frowned, and was about to get angry, but he saw the panicked expression on the faces of his men. Sancho wanted to ask, but he had already spoken: "Your Highness, the scoundrel outside has been beaten. ”

"What!"

Sancho stood up straight, trying to open the window to see who was so bold as to beat Scica!

Rows of orderly soldiers lined up in front of the perfume shop, arresting all the helplessness of the troublemaker.

These soldiers were orderly and sharp-eyed, and they were definitely not comparable to the undisciplined royal capital patrols. Sancho, the name of their unit, was unrecognizable for a while, but he was definitely the elite of Navarre's army.

Who is it?

Sancho mentally counted the entire Garcia hierarchy, but in the end he stuck on a name that he was most reluctant to face.

Rayso Toledo!

This is Rayso Toledo's Thunder Lion Legion!

What is he going to do? Is he openly breaking with the seventh prince Siga and the matriarchal forces behind him?

......

"Mother, Lei Suo went too far, and actually sent an army to arrest all my people, and beat them up, and he hasn't released them yet. ”

In the vast and luxurious palace, Sika, the seventh prince of Navarre, was half-lying on his mother's lap, crying.

Siga looks a lot like Resso. The difference is that Signa's face inherits the softness of her mother, and it is not as angular as Rayso.

In layman's terms, Signia is a beautiful man, and it can also be said to be a little white face.

It's just that at this moment, the beautiful man's face is full of grievances, like a bullied child, hoping for his mother's comfort.

Anna, the queen mother of Sica, is nearly forty years old, but her face is not wrinkled and well maintained. This beautiful woman looked at her little child, and her heart was both pity and anger, but in the end, it turned into an unwillingness: "Let you usually practice thunder magic more, and spend less time drinking with those fox friends and dog friends." Is it also the work of one of your dignified princes to let a bunch of scoundrels go to the front of someone's shop and make trouble?"

Xijia said aggrievedly: "I also know that this matter is a little unpleasant to say, but this is just a small matter, is it necessary for Lei Suo to send troops to arrest people with such fanfare?"

Sijia didn't mean to say it, but in an instant, it woke up the first lady of Navarre, Princess Anna.

Yes, is it necessary for Reso to arrest people with such fanfare? So that now the whole Garcia knows that he Reso is behind this Golden Harvest Chamber of Commerce.

Or maybe it's a demonstration, or it's a demonstration.

King Navarre's health is not good, and since the winter, he has suffered from cold and lingering on the sickbed. If he dies, the only contenders for the throne are the third prince Resso, who has deep prestige in the army, and the seventh prince Siga, who has the support of the Basque family, the first family of the royal city of Garcia.

And now, Resso is tantamount to slapping Sijia in public, and making him suffer.

In front of all the nobles and commoners of Garcia, what is it to do without giving Siga a little face?

The more Anna thought about it, the more frightened she became, but in the end, she turned all her calculations into a sneer. "Reso, this reckless man, wants to fight my Anna Basque, it's too early!"

.......

The afterglow of the sunset shone through the palace, setting off a lonely figure, slowly coming from the square in front of the palace.

Resso, who seemed to be a little tired, did not get into his carriage, but left his servants and guards, and walked into the upper town alone. After walking for a long time on a winding road, I finally came to a wall. Rayso stopped, speaking to the wall.

"You've won!"

If anyone sees this scene, they will undoubtedly think that Rayso has been hit too hard and has lost his mind.

"Really?"

Will's figure emerged from the shadows, and he lifted his black robe and looked at Rayso, a smile on his lips.

"My father was seriously ill and feared that several enemy and foreign armies in the south would take advantage of the opportunity to go north. Therefore, I want my Thunder Lion Legion to march south to the border. ”

"On the surface, he handed over the heavy responsibility to His Royal Highness the Third Prince. In fact, if the third prince goes south, it is equivalent to handing over the entire Garcia to the Basque family. Once the old king has something, then the third prince is beyond your reach. This must be the princess's trick. ”

Although Rayso looked decadent, his eyes were bright. He glanced at Will and said, "At a time like this, I don't have a choice. My father chose the latter between me and Siga. ”

"No matter how wise and martial the king is, it is inevitable that he will become stupid when he is old. A beautiful wife and a filial son are far closer to Lao Wang than a commander who has been in the army for a long time and has defended against the enemy. ”

Leso smiled and asked, "I have one more question, why are you helping me?"

"Investing in a king is an amazing profit. As a businessman, how could he give up?" Will said slowly, without a trace of fear on his face.

Rayso narrowed his eyes and said, "So, in your eyes, this is a business? Have you ever thought that if I fail, you will lose all your money?"

"No business is 100% successful, and the greater the risk, the greater the profit. Will smiled, cocked his hood, and slowly disappeared into the shadows.

Rayso smiled, noncommittal to Will's confidence, turned and left.