Project Dragon's Blood.

Tails frowned, trying to forget the discomfort of that night.

He looked at Morat, who was distracted, but he couldn't help but think of Crown Prince Midir, whom he had never met.

It's hard to imagine that the man who was also in a wheelchair, the man who was full of praise from Gilbert to Genie and even the Black Prophet, was a game-changer in the Dragon Realm.

Tails, however, remembered the stone urns in the Stellar Crypt.

As a prince, the heir to the kingdom, he failed to save himself.

At this moment, the door at the other end of the interrogation room was slammed open.

Tails came to his senses: a richly dressed man with a black cloth on his head and his hands handcuffed was rudely escorted in by two large men and brought him to Raphael.

"Whoever you are and what you are going to do, we can talk ...... good"

The man stumbled all the way, embarrassed, but still trying to convince the other party.

Unfortunately, the men were unmoved, and they rudely pressed the man to a chair, and then pulled up the chains of the handcuffs, and shackled them in a ring on the table, except for the hood from him.

"Who's that?" Tails whispered, confused.

But Morat simply held up a finger to signal him to be at ease.

The escort left the interrogation room without looking back, and for a moment the only thing left was the nervous gasps of the man.

Until Raphael walked up behind him coldly and ripped off the black hood of the man in fancy clothes.

At first sight, the interrogator squinted and turned his head in embarrassment, and it took a minute for him to get used to it.

He looked at Raphael, who was the only one left in the room.

"Where am I, and who are you?"

The man is middle-aged, with messy hairstyle and bruises on his face, obviously not treated well before.

"Forget it......"

But seeing the light again finally made the man's heart feel a little calm, he looked around and cleared his throat:

"But I strongly advise you to let me go—before things get worse. ”

"My fish is too big for you to eat. ”

Raphael didn't answer, just sat down across from him, staring coldly at each other with a pair of red eyes.

The man sneered and tugged at the shackles on his hands, causing the chains to rattle

"Hah, it's kind of like that......"

"Tell me buddy, is it the Blood Vials or the Brotherhood?"

Tails looked at the Black Prophet suspiciously, but the latter was there, and he didn't seem interested in the interrogation.

Although he was embarrassed, the interrogator seemed to have gradually regained his bearing, and his tone was confident, and he was confident in his chest:

"As for the Blood Vials, Catherine and I are old friends, we were old acquaintances when we were in the South Bank Territory, not ordinary 'familiar', hehe......"

Raphael remained silent.

The man's smile narrowed.

"If it's a fraternity......"

The interrogator leaned back in his chair and shook his head:

"That's even better. ”

"I know Chincha, a good man who has been in battle. There's also Lazanci, the 'head wolf', whom I knew when he was still stockpiling goods on the streets, and almost partnered. Fat Maurice also has business dealings with me......"

But the barren man seemed to have made up his mind not to speak, only a pair of eyes forced to look at each other.

"If neither is ......"

The man pondered, and his face changed again.

"That's for me. ”

The interrogator left his chair and looked at Raphael with a serious gaze:

"Who is your employer?"

"Let me guess: the Fragrance Chamber of Commerce, the Carpenters' Guild, or some misunderstood nobleman, or some unsightly country minions?"

But the man thought of something, and his eyes moved:

"I see. ”

"I hired you with my mud legs?"

He leaned back in his chair and snorted.

"They thought they would ...... Well, listen, the bunch of people who hired you are so poor that I give double no matter how much money they give, a hundred or two hundred, a thousand or two thousand. ”

The man raised his hand freely and gestured to Raphael with the shackles.

Raphael was unmoved.

The man frowned:

"If you don't do this for money, for example, for favors, or if you are their relative, then listen to my advice: it's not worth it, you helped them, but you put yourself in it......"

Although the situation is bad, the man's words have a habitual arrogance.

"Nope. Raphael interrupted him with his mouth open, in an unkind tone:

"We are not gangsters robbing, nor are we seeking revenge from other families, let alone taking money to eliminate disasters. ”

The Skeleton Man pressed the table, leaned forward, and forced his interrogator to look at him:

"We serve the Kingdom. ”

Receiving an unexpected answer, the interrogator was stunned for a moment.

"Serving the Kingdom ......"

The man read it silently a few times, and then he laughed heartily.

"Someone from the public house?"

"Very well, you may not know, but I am the most law-abiding citizen of the Kingdom, and a large taxpayer. ”

"So where is this? Which security department? Are you a plainclothes security officer? What are you called? Where do you serve?"

He relaxed, tilted his head to look at Raphael, and smiled maliciously:

"And most importantly, who is your boss?"

Raphael's face was expressionless:

"You wouldn't want to see my boss. ”

Outside of the glass, Tails couldn't help but glance at Morat.

The man narrowed his eyes, and shrewdness appeared in his eyes:

"Oh, you can't tell. ”

Raphael tugged at the corners of his mouth and flipped through a stack of papers from the table to himself:

"Your name?"

After knowing the other party's origin, the man became very comfortable, his attitude was a lot lazy, and he didn't care about the problem of the absurd man:

"And I have a lot of friends in the Alert Hall, many big names, the powerful director of the West City Alert Hall, Lord Lobik Deella......"

Raphael sighed.

The Bones silently closed the papers, methodically took them off the table, and repeated at a loud voice:

"Name?"

The man shook his head:

"I am also an honorary director of the Central Consulate Wine Merchants Association......

In the next second, Raphael's left hand turned into an afterimage!

He grabbed the chain that had handcuffed the man to the table and pumped it back.

Bang!

The interrogator had apparently been pampered for a long time, and before he could react, he was pulled out of his seat, first hitting the edge of the table with his waist, and then slamming his nose into the table.

The man whined in pain, and his nose was bleeding.

He tried to get up and look up, but Raphael grabbed the back of his head by his hair and pressed him to the table.

"Name. ”

Raphael smiled calmly.

The man at the table struggled, his expression twisted and angry:

"You goddamn little-"

Raphael pulled the man's head, pointed his nose at the table, and smashed it again.

Bang!

The man shuddered and gritted his teeth.

"Name. ”

Raphael's smile remains.

The man's face was bright red and sobbing, but his hardness was beyond expectations:

"I know the process, starting with simple questions and getting the prisoner used to answering ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Raphael turned the man's head with a force in his hand, and pressed the bloody nose of the interrogated person firmly against the table, running it back and forth.

The man let out a muffled howl like a pig.

Tails, who had observed all this, frowned, and the Black Prophet on the side chuckled lowly, causing the black veins on his knees to tremble.

Raphael's next sentence is an understatement, like a lover's whisper:

"Last name...... Name ......"

But the other side is different.

"Ahh

Under the severe pain, the man cursed, but at the same time replied very happily:

"Dagory Moss!"

He snorted in protest:

"Please, so serious, did you get overtime pay!"

The corners of Raphael's mouth raised slightly, and the barren bone man at that moment looked evil and awe-inspiring.

He let go of his hand, and the interrogator named Dagori was able to sit back in his seat, covering his nose and panting in pain, indignant:

"Shit!

Raphael retrieved the papers, but he frowned as he looked at the goo on the table, which was a mixture of blood and tears.

He moved his stool, and finally placed the file in the corner of the table:

"What do you do?"

Dagory covered his nose and glared back viciously:

"What are you doing, a new temporary worker? Wait-"

Dagori's complexion changed, and he quickly stopped Raphael, who was pulling the chains again.

"Answer me," said the boneless man, smiling cheerfully, shaking his half-pulled chains:

Or answer it. ”

Dagore looked at Raphael earnestly, finally confirming the other man's gaze.

"Wine. ”

The interrogator exhaled in resignation and replied happily.

"I'm a wine merchant, I make wine, and I sell wine - I sell wine in the royal capital, and many of my customers are high-ranking officials and nobles......"

Dagore swallowed his throat and looked at the chain in Raphael's hand:

"You know, buddy, it's okay to overstep your authority and abuse lynching, but if someone wants to mess with you from within, it's a good reason to be fired from the office......"

"Mr. Morse," Raphael ignored him at all, and instead opened the file:

"Your orchards, wineries, warehouses and shops, including other related businesses, have closed down quite a few recently?"

Dagory rolled his eyes to see what was on the paper, but Raphael looked up, and the man quickly turned his gaze away.

"If you want to find a tax problem, you can give up now. ”

Dagore cleared his throat and returned to familiar territory, where he became comfortable and comfortable again:

"The City Hall, the Alert Department, the Finance and Taxation Department, the City Defense Brigade, the Discipline Department, all the departments in the royal capital can prove that I am a law-abiding and good citizen, a great and good person who repairs bridges and roads, and if I go to the trial seat, I can hire the best defender, and many dignitaries and nobles will be willing to vouch for me, and even testify in court. ”

"In fact, not only did I pay enough taxes, but I also paid 'quite a bit', you know, 'quite a bit'. ”

He stared at Raphael, smiling slyly and haughtily—only the smashed bright red nose more or less ruined his image.

The chains on Raphael's hands tightened again:

"So Mr. Morse, why have you closed so many wineries and shops and laid off a large number of workers in recent weeks?"

Dagori stared at the chains, his face a little unpleasant:

"Okay, let's be sven - I'm a businessman, what other reason can there be for the closure, of course it's that the market is not good. ”

Raphael raised his eyes:

"But you are a well-known wine merchant in the central collar, and a wine supplier for the banquets of many families. ”

Dagory raised his eyebrows and smiled fearlessly:

"Hah, so you know. ”

Raphael still ignored him:

"So, many people working under your winery, farmers, workers, craftsmen, guys, including a few investment partners and some of the upstream and downstream raw material suppliers, as well as distributors, bulk wine merchants, hundreds of people. ”

Raphael looked at Dagori:

"They plan to file a joint lawsuit and put you on trial. ”

The wine merchant's complexion changed, first with indignation, then with disdain.

"Ha, I knew that. ”

He snorted fiercely, his eyes fierce:

"Those little cubs, ungrateful mud legs......"

On this side of the one-way glass, Tails frowned and looked at the Black Prophet:

"This guy is an old spicy and cunning businessman, but I don't understand, why am I coming to see this?"

"Relax, Your Highness," Morat said softly, holding his finger to his lips:

"Some things are small, but they can be seen in small ways, and some characters are small but can reach all directions. ”

Tails was stunned.

At the other end of the room, Raphael smiled:

"So, Mr. Morse, do you know why they sued you?"

"Why?"

Dagory seems to have regained his confidence:

"You know, the wine market has been bad lately, the sales are not good, I've had a bad cash flow, the cost is so big, I have to move the industry, I have to make the difficult choice of closing some wineries, and that's just one of them. ”

Raphael narrowed his eyes:

"Really?"

Dagori, as if he didn't hear Raphael's suspicions, still talked eloquently:

"During this process, I and a very small number of employees, perhaps a few small disagreements, over the payment of salaries......"

Raphael smiled coldly:

"So, you have been owing your subordinates wages on credit for a long time, and even the money you owe to your partners, including the purchase money and security deposit to the upstream and downstream, not counting the usual squeezing and deductions, so forget it?"

Dagori's expression turned cold.

He stared at the chains in Raphael's hand as he carefully and patiently explained:

"Listen, I admit that I have made a few minor changes to the way money is calculated, including the time limit......"

Raphael interrupted him:

"So you want to roll up the money and run away?"

Dagori frowned, and his words were stern:

"Hey, I'm just out of town on vacation - I say that no matter who comes, you don't want to induce a confession. ”

Raphael scoffed:

"But the people you owe, especially the workers, don't think that way. ”

Dagory frowned and stared at Raphael for a moment, then said seriously:

"Listen, I bear the cost, the idea and the way, they put out the labor, the craftsmanship and the time, and the boss and the staff work together to make the best wine and work towards a goal. ”

"So the business of the winery is not only mine, but also everyone's, we are like a family. ”

"When a family has experienced setbacks and tribulations, everyone in the family should be considerate of each other and overcome the difficulties together!"

He stared at the beads of his eyes, and tapped his fingers on the tabletop, as if to teach the person in front of him a good lesson:

"But some people just don't understand, they are small and have no overall view, they can't bear the slightest hardship, just because their salary is less, and their lives are a little uncomfortable, so they turn their faces and don't recognize people, and they don't care about the opportunities and conditions I provide them. ”

Raphael nodded, pouting:

"But you're the boss, it's your winery. ”

"That's right!" said Dagori, bitterly.

"So I can see the truth of this industry better than them, care more about the future of this industry than they do, and feel more sad about the depression of the wine industry than they do, because I am like a father to them!"

Raphael glanced at the document:

"But you shut down the winery. ”

Dagori froze for a moment, then snorted softly:

"No way, no matter how warm the family is, no matter how hard my father works, if the children are rebellious, disobedient and ignorant, there is always nothing to be done. ”

"And you know, some people, they're just ......"

The wine merchant looked like he hated iron but not steel:

"I closed the winery, and Jiucheng was made by such lazy workers who asked for a salary increase. ”

"This kind of person is simply a cancer in the industry, short-sighted, and doesn't know that the most important thing in a job is not salary and treatment, but the upside and development prospects, including the value of exercise!"

Dagory looked angry:

"They don't know how to look at things from a higher level of, you have to know when those of us who are bosses have ever cared about our salaries......"

"Trouble, they know about trouble, but why don't they think about it when they make trouble, what if one day the winery is closed down by them? What if the whole industry is broken up by them? At that time, the unlucky people who pay for it are not themselves?"

Dagory paused tiredly.

He exhaled through his nose with regret on his face:

"Now, all I can say is that they are to blame for themselves. ”

"Enough," said Raphael, apparently tired of his speech:

"We don't care about your business. ”

The barren bone man leaned forward and said in an indifferent tone:

"I don't care if you're another unscrupulous boss with shame. ”

"We only care about one thing. ”

Dagory exhaled, smiling coldly with a look of "finally here" on his face.

"Well, let's get it straight," said the wine merchant contemptuously:

"How many metrics did your boss give?"

"How much, how much will it cost to let me go?"

Raphael stared at him with a cold look in his eyes.

He said coldly:

"I want to know the real reason why you closed the winery and quit the wine business. ”

Dagory was puzzled:

"What, what?"

Raphael sneered:

"Before closing, you said at a private meeting of the Wine Merchants Guild that there is no future for the wine industry in the future?"

"So you'd rather divest and run away sooner?"

Dagori's face changed at first, and then he said angrily:

"I'm not running away, I'm just going abroad for a vacation......"

But Raphael repeated without emotion:

"Answer me. ”

Dagory was stunned for a long time, but he finally shook his head.

"I've told you all the answers you want...... And to tell you the truth, you are suspected of illegal torture......"

Raphael smiled and flipped through the next document without changing his face:

"In fact, I have in my hand a list of rotten debts that you have accumulated over the years by demolishing the east wall to make up for the west wall, borrowing money from all over the years. ”

Dagori's expression changed.

Raphael continued while observing the other man's watch:

"And a list of your possessions outside of the liquor business: six estates in the Central Territory, two long-sailing merchant ships calling at Jungshavau, a large plantation in the South Shore Territory, a salt drying field in the Cliff Territory, a large field in the Blade Collar, two foreign titles bought for a great deal of money, your wife's private garden, the positions of your two sons, including your three mistresses and eight other illegitimate children......"

Seeing Dagori's complexion change, Raphael narrowed his eyes:

"If I send them to the Ministry of Finance and Taxation and the Court of Justice......"

Dagore swallowed his throat, but he still said very hard:

"Then let's go. ”

Raphael frowned.

Dagory stepped off the back of his chair, leaned on the table, and gritted his teeth:

"I'm sure you'll get only one answer wherever you are: it's my rightful income, the formalities are complete, and the property rights are clear. ”

"If you dare to extort money and illegally embezzle private property in the name of the king's officials, and do such a vicious thing against a powerless commoner merchant?"

"Wow, this is a big crime, and it is contrary to the Kingdom's policy of encouraging markets and supporting commerce for more than a decade. ”

The wine merchant stared at Raphael viciously, as if he wanted to return the vengeance that had broken his nose:

"It's not good news to get out, and in my capacity, I guarantee that many chambers of commerce will raise protests, including many righteous and enlightened bureaucrats and aristocrats, and powerful people from all over the world, they will speak out. ”

"At that point, it's your boss who doesn't want to see me. ”

Dagori with threats:

"Because it's not me you're moving, it's the cheese of many big people behind you. ”

"Got it?"

"Now, whether it's a labor dispute or a tax issue, you have no reason to detain me. ”

Raphael closed the document in his hand and began to look at Dagory again, as if for the first time he realized how difficult the figure was.

The latter looked back at him coldly and shook the shackles on his hands.

After a few seconds, Raphael smiled.

His appearance is already handsome, and this smile is warm and bright, which makes people feel good.

The Skeleton Man stood up, pulled out the key, and opened the shackles for Dorgori almost flatteringly:

"Please rest assured, Mr. Morse, this evidence will not be sent to the Treasury or the Tribunal, and we don't want to bother the people behind you. ”

Seeing that the strategy was working, Dagori, who was free from the shackles, had a happy expression and became even more cheerful:

"Very good, in my opinion, you are young, you have a great future, and you are still a promising future wave - what do you call it?"

But Raphael didn't answer, he just continued the topic just now:

"I'm just going to pack these materials and send them to Emerald City. ”

Dagory was stunned:

"What?"

Raphael's smile was like a spring rain:

"Yes, to Iris Castle, to the desk of Duke Jenn Cavendier, ruler of the Southbank Realm. ”

"How?"