It took a long time for Tails to recover from his uncomfortable and dazed emotions.

"What is this?"

He turned to Morat, who was sitting calmly.

The Black Prophet smiled strangely:

"What do you think it is?"

Tails was silent for a few seconds.

"My father, he said when he sent me here," said the prince's voice, which was deep and dark:

"Let me see my mess. ”

Mess.

Tails was in a trance for a moment.

Morat said quietly:

"Then you see, at least, the wine industry in the royal capital must have been in a panic and depression for a while. ”

Tails clenched his fists.

【Damn the Prince.】 】

[All the things he did...... All of them have a super super, a huge and huge impact, okay?"

The voice of the wine merchant Dagory still seemed to echo in his ears.

"But I didn't do anything. Tails muttered.

The Black Prophet's sneer reached his ears.

"Doing nothing is also a gesture in your level. ”

"Whether you want it or not. ”

Tails frowned fiercely.

[Drink a little, a few sips are good.] 】

His ears rang with the words that Princess Elise had said to him on the day of the feast.

[I bet that by tomorrow, you'll feel like everyone is watching you.] 】

Everybody's looking at you......

Tails took a deep breath and exhaled painfully from between his teeth:

"They shouldn't ...... So interpret. ”

"But that's what they did. ”

Morat's voice seemed to come from another room, but it was not at all cold:

"And you've been uprooted for the past six years, going to the North as a hostage, and under house arrest?"

The demonic flesh at the Black Prophet's knees surged:

"With all due respect, that's your luck. ”

My luck.

Tails' expression darkened.

As thoughts flowed, the interrogation room welcomed a new guest.

"Name. ”

Raphael picked up his pen, opened a new page of the document, and looked coldly at the fat old man with thick limbs and a nervous face on the opposite side.

The newcomers were treated much better than Dagori, and although they were also brought in under a hood, the old man was free to move freely in his chair without any shackles.

"Yoshimoto, my name is Yoshimoto, sir. ”

Also in stark contrast to the arrogant wine merchants, the old man in the chair was obedient and well-behaved, even with a hint of flattery:

"Gibbon Filson, everybody calls me Old Gibbon or—Old **. ”

Raphael pouted imperceptibly.

"So, Gibbon Filson, do you know why you're here?"

Gibbon smiled reluctantly:

"To be honest, no, I don't know, may I ask you ......"

"Vigilance Hall. Raphael didn't lift his head, without hesitation.

Compared with the previous interrogation of the wine merchants, the barren bones had an indifferent attitude this time and refused to let people go thousands of miles.

The old man was stunned for a second.

"Impossible," said old Gibbon, smiling all over his face, and shaking his finger at Raphael:

"I have a relative who works in the Alert Department, and I know their process, it's definitely not like this!"

The Bones looked up expressionlessly.

"But ......"

The old man looked around, and his eyes lit up with something, a little excited, and a little curious.

"I know, this style of work," said old Gibbon, with a mysterious and slightly slightly obsessed look, leaning forward to the edge of the table and approaching Raphael:

"You are the secret of the kingdom!

"Right?"

Looking at the old man who was frowning at him, Raphael's expression changed slightly.

"I've experienced it, a long time ago, when there was a serial blood-sucking murder case in the royal capital," old Yoshimoto nodded with a smile, obviously very expressive:

"The famous time-limited vigilante officer and the secret department are fighting in my shop......"

Bang.

Raphael tapped the table and interrupted Gibbon.

"That's right. ”

"You're so right. ”

The Bones Man's eyes were deep and mysterious, and he approached old Gibbon and said softly in a ghost-telling tone:

"We are the Kingdom Secrets. ”

"Work for the Black Prophet. ”

At that moment, the old man's smile froze on his face.

On the other side of the glass, Tails frowned and turned to Morat, but the old man in the wheelchair was calm and comfortable.

"What?"

Looking at Raphael's unkind gaze, old Gibbon blinked in disbelief and re-examined the interrogation room.

"Also, is it really a secret department?

Old Gibbon's eyes fell on the undried blood on the table, and he shuddered at the thought of something.

"You, you didn't lie to me?"

Raphael snorted disdainfully.

Kingdom Secrets.

Black Prophet.

The secret department of the kingdom that has an index to kill ten people every day, the black prophet who bathes in the blood of children every night......

Remembering the mystical legends, Yoshimoto smiled uneasily before curling up in his chair.

His gaze was fixed on a small spot on the edge of the table, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

First of all, I'm not a kid anymore, and the Black Prophet won't like it.

And then wish I was here today...... The eleventh person?

Thinking of this, Yoshimoto wanted to cry without tears.

"So, old Gibbon, what do you do?"

"I ...... What for?"

Yoshimoto repeated it blankly, then cleared his throat violently when he came back to his senses, and began to tremble visibly to the naked eye.

"I, I've had a blacksmith shop in the Twilight district, for many years, beating, beating, blacksmithing. ”

"Striking iron?"

Raphael sneered a few times, and the old blacksmith shuddered back and forth to the rhythm of his sneer.

"I heard that you took over a big deal this morning?"

Big business?

Old Yoshimoto's face turned pale, and he quickly retracted it.

"Yes, yes, yes, a business, it's not big, it's just a small ......" Old Yoshimoto cried and tried to curry favor:

"Ahem, it can't be said to be trivial, hehe, it's medium, medium, medium. ”

Raphael hummed and raised his pen without raising his head: "You ......"

"I swear!"

Old Yoshimoto's face changed, and he suddenly shouted:

"I've never fought against forbidden weapons!"

Raphael was startled by the sudden rise of the old blacksmith.

"What swords, axes, hammers, helmets, armours, horses, stirrups, shields, crossbow parts, trebuchet parts, magic gun butts, crystal alloys, kitchen knives longer than half a foot, steel spear tips, lethal arrows, all of these Raushs-"

Old Gibbon's mouth crackled without sluggishness, and he paused at the last sentence:

"-I haven't built it!"

He stared at him and denied it.

Looking at the nervous and trembling old Gibbon, Raphael, who was ready to torture to extract a confession, put down his pen and was silent for a while.

"Well, you know a lot...... Contraband?"

Old Gibbon shuddered again.

He realized something, felt bad, and desperately squeezed out a smile:

"Hehe, I just care about the law...... That's law-abiding. ”

Raphael looked at the document and raised his pen again:

"You ......"

Old Gibbon a spirit:

"I definitely didn't sell it to them!"

"Absolutely not!"

Raphael, who was taken aback again, put down his pen again, a little helpless.

"Them?"

Yoshimoto's expression froze.

He looked away, rubbed his chin awkwardly, and muttered quietly:

"That's it, that's it, it's them, they're ......"

Raphael got the hang of it, he put down his pen and closed the papers, leaning back and snorting coldly.

The movement of the barren bone man frightened the blacksmith instinctively, and he danced with his hands:

"Cocoa, they're nobles!"

"Even if there is no title in the family, at least it is the second generation of officials and errands, and it should be legal ......"

Raphael exhaled, folded his arms, and narrowed his eyes.

Yoshimoto was shocked again, and changed his words with lightning speed:

"Even if it's not legal, they have a way to circumvent it! I can't sell it to them, and I can't ...... it."

Raphael tilted his head to look at the other party:

"You ......"

Yoshimoto's face changed again, and he said in a loud voice:

"I only took a deposit!"

He raised his hand and shouted:

"I haven't delivered yet, I haven't proofed, I haven't drawn yet, I haven't even entered the materials!"

Gibbon explained nervously, and hurriedly took out a valuable piece of paper from his bosom:

"Look, all those customer orders are here!

Raphael looked inexplicably at the trembling order in the old blacksmith's hand.

I seem to be ...... Still haven't asked anything?

"Okay," the barren took the order with mixed feelings, helpless in his heart that no one knew:

"You're much better spoken than the last. ”

Maybe we should go back and check the old man's background.

See if he's ...... A distant relative of the Kalabyan family?

After handing over the order, Yoshimoto looked aggrieved with a look of "I have contributed to Wang Guoguo", and asked cautiously:

"It shouldn't be illegal, right?"

"Even if it is, can this be considered a ...... Surrender plot?"

Raphael looked at the order and snorted casually, scaring old Gibbon once again.

"Let's see ......"

Raphael read it out loud for the person on the other side of the glass to hear:

"So-and-so hereby ordered a long sword, and the requirements are as follows: at first glance, it is known that it is used by nobles, the material must be good, the color must be awesome, the luster should be shiny, the maintenance should be convenient, the heavier it looks the better, but in fact the lighter the better, it is better to leave some traces of it a little old, so that people know that it is often wielded in battle......"

Beyond the glass, Tails frowned.

Under Yoshimoto's nervous and flattering gaze, the Bones Man continued to read the first line of the order:

"The grip must be comfortable, there must be a wind sound when wielding, it must be effortless when attacking, and it is effortless to defend, the style design must show heroism and chivalry, both elegant and strong, popular and classical, gorgeous and simple, simple and profound, and the most important point is that it should be handsome when carrying, so that the painter can paint from all angles......"

Raphael looked up in confusion.

What is this?

Among the knights, the invincible holy sword that kills gods and destroys demons?

"This, that," the old blacksmith rubbed his hands together embarrassedly, and bowed his head shyly:

"A, A. ”

With a strange look on his face, Raphael did not continue to read the other entries on the list.

"So you know, what are they going to do with the stuff on these orders?"

Old Yoshimoto touched his fat belly.

"Hehe, you know, these customers are nobles, of course I don't know-"

"Huh?" Raphael snapped out a nasal voice with contempt.

"—But I heard it by chance!" Old Yoshimoto turned pale, and changed his words in time.

Raphael squinted at him.

"They, these nobles order weapons back and forth, and most of them are going to ......"

Old Gibbon paused for a moment, and sneered:

"Duel. ”

Despite the expectations, Tails was still in a tight mood.

Duel.

Raphael groaned and nodded:

"Do you know why?"

Speaking of this, old Gibbon was frowning:

"What else can it be, of course, the Duke of Xinghu solved the case like a god last night, and he was vigorous and skillful, defeated the kidnappers in an earth-shattering duel, and spread the reputation of the royal capital, so now the children of the nobles are ...... one after another."

At that moment, Tails only felt a buzzing in his ears.

Duel.

But......

Didn't he make it very clear in order to eliminate the influence: "Since you want to enjoy the convenience of it once and for all, you must bear the price of it once and for all."

But why......

Why are there still people and there are people who will ......

At that moment, Tails was a little afraid to look at the reaction of the Black Prophet beside him.

He forced himself to turn his attention back to the interrogation room.

"Among them was a pair of noble brothers, who said they were going to fight their father in a duel, because he had robbed them of their sweethearts at a banquet regardless of their rank...... Oh, look at this whole thing......"

Old Gibbon's eyes lit up when he talked about gossip and heard.

"They also ordered two, and named them to be exactly the same as the material, for fairness, because they were going to duel each other after they had killed their father! Hehe, and then I said, "What about my father's sword?" and they ordered a third! Hehehe, do you think this is stupid......

Raphael lifted his gaze.

The blacksmith's words choked.

"Listen up. ”

"The materials are missing, the stove is cold, the apprentices are on strike," Raphael's voice did not rise or fall:

"Or did you fall in love with a quiet and coquettish little widow in the countryside, and you plan to sell the shop and quit and go back to marry her......"

"Ah, quiet and coquettish?" said old Gibbon, confused.

"You know," Raphael paused, his face unchanged:

"Party A. ”

The boneless man coughed.

"But I don't care what reason you use," Raphael indifferently handed the order back to old Gibbon:

"Refund the deposit and cancel this batch of orders for me. ”

The old blacksmith was slightly stunned.

"Cancel? this, such a big list......

Raphael didn't care about him, but took out a document on his own and pushed it in front of Gibbon:

"If that's okay, take a look at this non-disclosure agreement, sign it, and you're good to go. ”

Old Yoshimoto looked at the agreement, rubbed the order in his hand again, and was a little reluctant:

"Well, I don't have any good reason to refund in a short period of time......"

Bang!

Raphael moved suddenly, he grabbed Gibbon's hand, and his gaze was as sharp as a sword:

"Then put a two-month bandage and say your arm is broken. ”

Yoshimoto was stupefied, allowing the Skeleton Man to pinch his wrist.

"Go to the Finance and Taxation Department and show them the fire paint on this agreement," Raphael said lightly:

"Someone will pay for the liquidated damages and bandages. ”

Old Gibbon was a little aggrieved.

"But, it's useless," he wanted to fight again:

"There are more than blacksmiths in the royal capital—though I am indeed the best—and I am one, those dumb boys, they will definitely go to other shops, so why not let me make a few inferior ones that will not kill you...... Ahhh

Amid Old Gibbon's screams, Raphael squeezed the other party's wrist and said threateningly:

"So, you want us to pay for the medical bills?"

Old Yoshimoto let out a few tears, showed a smile that was more ugly than crying, picked up the pen and signed obediently, expressing his firm support for the decision of the kingdom's secret department.

"Good. ”

Raphael let go of the panting blacksmith.

"Hurry, we're going to have to hurry to deliver the agreement — or the medical bills — to a couple of other people. ”

The barren bone man said coldly.

When the old Yoshimoto, who was rubbing his wrists and crying bitterly, heard this, he suddenly came to his senses:

"Well, don't miss the Karachi blacksmith shop on South Street, by the way, that old coward is bad, for decades, more than once created contraband for scumbags like the Blood Vials and the Brotherhood, and lied to everyone that it was from my shop - don't believe it......"

Raphael struck another eye knife, holding old Gibbon's words in his mouth.

The old blacksmith could only keep his mouth flat, and tried to sign page after page:

"Okay, I understand, you have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders, you have to suppress the bad atmosphere of dueling, and maintain the rule of law and stability of the kingdom, I understand, I understand......"

"But these things, as long as you arrest the dueling, won't it be over...... Why bother us little ......"

"You see, that's the problem," Raphael said, looking at the one-way glass, consciously or unconsciously, as Raphael supervised him as he finished signing the agreement:

If it is forbidden by the Kingdom, their resentment and resentment will go up. ”

Raphael looked at the old blacksmith:

"But if it's a supplier like you who cancels the ...... for any reason"

He squinted closer to old Gibbon:

"Do you have an opinion?"

Old Yoshimoto had a good heart, and shook his head faster than his bellows:

"No, no ......"

The old blacksmith signed the agreement and flatteringly handed it to Raphael.

Raphael glanced at the signature, closed it, and lit the candle to cover it with fire paint.

"Very well, that as a reward for your cooperation......"

"In recent months, there will be a lot of equipment needs for the royal standing army, and even blacksmiths will have to be recruited to build it directly, and there will be a large number of new orders. ”

Yoshimoto's eyes lit up, full of surprises.

"But only for the military, and for those who have this agreement. ”

Raphael narrowed his eyes and raised the sealed protocol:

"Do you understand?"

On the other side of the one-way glass, Tails watched as the ecstatic old Gibbon was hooded and taken out of the interrogation room, silent.

"I'm sorry," Morat in a wheelchair grinned with a cup of tea.

"Raphael rarely deals with these little things at the grassroots level, he's not very skilled. ”

"But don't worry, we'll have someone to talk to the craftsman afterwards and follow up on his 'mental health' regularly to make sure he doesn't resent you or even slander you because of it. ”

Or ...... Where again came the news of the order of specialized weapons for the duel. ”

Looking at the Black Prophet's meaningful smile, Tails felt more and more that it was not a taste.

"I thought 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 his teacup.

"Duel is a martial ethos from the origins of the empire, carrying chivalry in the primitive, filling in the inaccessibility of justice. ”

The old man in the wheelchair was unfazed, like an outsider:

"Do you know how many centuries it took our ancestors from empire to kingdom, how much blood and tragedy they experienced, how much price and human lives they paid, to remove these stereotypes and bad customs that gradually fell behind with the development of the times and tore apart in disregard of justice?"

His words were like a blade, cutting through Tails' heart over and over again:

"But now, all people see is the deeds of the North Star, and they are vying for it. ”

"Especially the story of how you used your wisdom to avoid killing yourself in Exeter in the name of a duel. ”

"Plus your supreme demeanor last night that broke the hearts of countless boys and girls......"

The Black Prophet shook his head with a snort, and did not continue.

But that's enough.

Tails was expressionless.

Duel.

That's what he brings to the Stellar people?

Save D.D and Anker, but they may end up killing ...... More people?

[No matter what, you always want to find a way to be happy for all, a perfect choice, in line with your highest expectations. 】

King Kessel's words rang in his ears:

[It is best to be unwavering, harmless and harmless. 】

Avoid the ugliness and sacrifices you least want to face. 】

Tails struggled to raise his left hand and looked at the scar on the palm of his hand.

[But damn fate, didn't it give you a damn response every time?]

Just as Tails' thoughts were heavy and his heart was fluctuating, a third guest was welcomed into the interrogation room.

This time, the interrogation room was entered by a nobleman, who was dressed in a low-key but classical manner, and his posture was free and arrogant.

He sat firmly in the chair, also without shackles, and behaved calmly and with extraordinary bearing.

As if he were the interrogator.

"I know who you are. ”

And Raphael also changed the way of questioning, using concise and clear words, to the point:

"And I believe you know who we are. ”

The nobleman across the table slowly raised his eyes.

He didn't look around like old Gibbon, and he didn't look as squeezy as Dagory.

"Of course. ”

"You are the gloom of the stars. ”

The nobleman said slowly:

"But what I don't know is that in the absence of a warrant from the king, the secret department still has the power to secretly interrogate the nobles of the kingdom?"

His gaze was close to Raphael's, and it was hard to be sharp.

Raphael smiled.

"Of course not, so it's just an inquiry. ”

The Bones didn't ask for their names, so Tails didn't know.

"I see," the nobleman sneered, mocking

"It seems that your inquiry, the invitation is a sack and a rope?"

But the barren bones, who can speak well, and even have a verbal conversation with Tails, do not dwell on words.

Obviously, judging from the first two interrogators, Raphael is good at dealing with different subjects in different ways, and has won many successes.

"Two weeks ago, you came to Eternal Star City from the Blade Leader. ”

Raphael flipped through the record, and his eyes became equally sharp:

"And a week ago, you secretly ordered weapons from a blacksmith named Karachi on South Street in the Twilight District?"

The nobles led by the blade, Tails thought silently.

The nobleman's eyes froze, and he was silent for a while.

Raphael didn't rush either.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room became oppressive.

Finally, the nobleman snorted coldly:

"Even civilians, when traveling, have the right to carry weapons for self-defense. ”

"And I'm a nobleman of the kingdom with the right to arms, have I broken any law by fighting a sword to defend myself?"

Raphael smiled kindly:

"Of course not. ”

"But either you're a Extreme Realm master, or your enemy is," Raphael said.

"Otherwise you wouldn't need to order a full ...... Twenty swords?"

The nobles from the Blade Lord's eyes froze.

"If you want to say that I am treasoning," he said lightly, "In Yongxing City, this weapon is not enough to prove it. ”

Tails, who was listening to the interrogation, had a hunch that this was a difficult person to deal with.

"I know," but Raphael sounded lighthearted:

"So what are you going to do with them?"

"Or should I say, 'What are you guys' going to do?"

The corners of the nobleman's mouth tightened, and he looked at Raphael.

He seemed to be engaged in an ideological struggle, and only after a while did he muffle out a sentence:

"As a person of secret science, why ask knowingly. ”

Raphael squinted and smiled:

"But I want to hear from you. ”

The nobleman of the Blade Lords snorted angrily.

He then turned to the one-way glass and looked straight at Tails:

"Who's behind the glass?"

Tails was taken aback.

But Morat, who was beside him, was as steady as ever, and he was not surprised.

It seems that this nobleman is not shallowly insightful.

Seeing through the trick, Raphael was unhurried:

"Whoever it is, isn't it just what you want to be seen and heard by more people?"

The nobleman frowned slightly.

Raphael smiled and made a "please" gesture to him.

It was a few seconds before the nobleman looked away from Tails' direction.

"We, some nobles of the Blade Lord, for various reasons, have lost their land, power or position, and we want to join forces to ......"

The aristocrat paused for a moment and found a passable word:

"Grievances. ”

Raphael nodded:

"Where to appeal?"

The nobleman's expression was grim and he spit out a place name:

"Mindis Hall. ”

Tails' eyelids jumped.

Go to Mindis Hall...... Complaint?

No.

He thought of Anker at the banquet, and his mood hit rock bottom again.

"How many?" Raphael asked casually.

"Thirteen," replied the nobleman cheerfully:

"Barons, lords, noble knights, and quite a few others are rushing to join. ”

"Just for one to seek justice. ”

Fair.

The word was weighty, hammering through Tails's heart.

"Therefore, at least thirteen nobles and their attendant servants were fully armed to go to the Duke of Xinghu to jointly appeal. ”

Raphael sighed, rather helpless:

"At that time, if some people were emotional and bumped, even if it was the guard officers on the periphery, the Bright Star Private Soldiers, even if they added the royal guards, it would not be so easy to suppress the matter, right?"

The nobleman glanced at him.

"Just to show that we have no intention of hurting anyone. ”

Raphael chuckled and asked:

"Then why is it Mindith Hall, not Fuxing Palace?"

The nobleman stared at him with an unkind face.

"You want to emulate that idiot last night," Raphael said directly what he was thinking: "Find Duke Xinghu's disciples, take advantage of his return to China for a long time, and go to the meeting with a sword." ”

"Make a big scene. ”

Big scene.

Tails' eyes were misty.

[If you don't kill and take your life, no one will listen...... If you don't shock the world, there is no way out...... If you are not willing to fall, you will swallow the bitter fruit. 】

[Please tell me, Your Highness...... What the hell is this?]

That night, Anker's sad and angry eyes when he took hostages to break into the palace reappeared in his mind.

"Not imitation," the nobleman seemed offended, "and we must be earlier and smarter than that idiot from the Western Wilderness." ”

Raphael snorted:

"But you're definitely inspired by the precedent, especially since the idiot survived. ”

"So you have made up your mind that you must knock on Prince Tails' door and force him to see this kind of problem that only His Majesty can solve?"

Encouraged by the precedent......

A problem that only His Majesty can solve.

Tails clenched his fists unconsciously, but he immediately remembered that the Black Prophet was still watching from the side, so he forced himself to let go of his fingers.

"He's a star too. ”

The aristocrat leaned back in his chair and spoke in a clear and coherent manner:

"He was a country of quality, expeditions to the desert, and was more respected by many famous families, including the four-eyed skull. ”

"Last night, he showed wisdom and skill, courage and sharpness, and a heart to bring the old to the kingdom new. ”

He also showed love and loyalty, generosity and generosity, and did not turn a blind eye to us. ”

Raphael nodded as he listened, and sneered:

"And this is how you loyal servants repay Prince Tails, the great good man. ”

"Carrying twenty swords, forcing the palace to 'visit' the Min Dith Hall?"

The nobles of the Blade Leader suddenly raised their heads!

"He is our future king. ”

His voice was like steel, and his words were so strong that he felt that it was difficult for Tails to breathe:

"He can afford it. ”

Raphael was silent for a moment, not looking at the one-way glass.

"But if he doesn't want to, it's inconvenient to care about you guys who are related to the interests of many parties and can't be explained at all?"

Then he is not worthy to be king. "The nobleman is decisive.

Raphael snorted coldly.

"How dare you say it. ”

The nobleman laughed, and the laughter chilled.

"Have you been to Blade Collar, young man?"

He looked at Raphael, aggressively and without flinching:

"If you haven't been, just shut up. ”

"And if you've been, you'll know: there's nothing we dare not say. ”

Raphael was silent for a while.

Tails could feel that the Bones had fallen to the upper hand.

A few seconds later, Raphael snorted.

"Your Excellency seems to be a wise man," he said politely, but the meaning of the words was clear:

"And you're already sitting here and know what to do?"

The nobleman turned away, snorted, and pondered for a moment.

But he finally turned around and said in a deep voice:

"Of course. ”

"I'm going to go back and tell them to cancel this protest. ”

Raphael's eyes lit up.

"Very well," said the boneless man, happily closing the file:

"If everyone were as sensible as you are, I wouldn't have to pay overtime every day. ”

He stood up, ready to end the interrogation—or questioning.

But the nobleman stopped him.

"You may have won today, young man. ”

The nobleman with the Blade Leader looked up and looked directly at Raphael.

"You stopped us. ”

But his words are extremely disturbing:

"But as long as the root cause of the matter is not solved and the sickness of the Kingdom is not cured, there will be more people like us. ”

More like us......

Tails felt his breath go haywire.

"Then I don't mind seeing you a few more times," Raphael showed no hint of weakness: "Whether it's here or in the courtroom, or ......"

"In a coffin?"

The nobleman burst out laughing, but the laughter then turned into a warning:

"Secret, you think this is the solution?"

He stared at Raphael coldly:

"Those of us have not been forced into a corner, we have a family and a business and have scruples, we plan for the overall situation and our jobs, and we can swallow our anger when we encounter grievances and injustices......

"But what if there's the next Anker Al Baral?"

"What about the next person to come to the Hajj to Prince Tyers, just for these questions?"

NextAnke Al Baylar.

Tails closed his eyes.

The nobleman who came from the blade shook his head disdainfully:

"Wait, today's approach won't allow you to do 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, Tails, who was listening, also felt that he was about to suffocate.

Raphael smiled reluctantly:

"Then I'll make sure he knows. ”

"Yes," said the nobleman, looking at him with deep meaning in his eyes:

"You'd better be. ”

The nobleman stood up and, without resistance, let the two big men hood him.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room was finally less oppressive.

"Adults go slowly, there will be a period later!"

Raphael sent off the Blade Nobles with a smile, and finally exhaled a breath and said in a voice that only he could hear:

"I hope not. ”

On the other side of the glass, Tails came out of his complex and subtle mood.

"He's right, Lord Hansen," he forced himself to speak, "even if I didn't stand up last night and respond to Anker Biral. ”

The Black Prophet looked at him with interest.

"Someday, something like this will break out. ”

"My identity will inevitably attract such an accident again. ”

Tails gritted his teeth:

"It's the same as what I did last night...... Independent. ”

Morat took a deep breath and endured another movement of the vines on his knees.

"Maybe you're right, and of course you can convince yourself that what you did last night might seem justified and reassured," the Black Prophet closed his eyes, and if he didn't look down, he thought of an ordinary old man with his eyes closed:

"But you know, what I want you to see, that's not that. ”

Tails jerked his head!

"Raphael!"

He spoke loudly, and the voice reached the other end of the interrogation room.

Raphael turned calmly and bowed to the one-way glass, to the nobleman who could not be seen.

"How many more?"

Tails' breathing was disordered, he clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said:

"Cases like this that have to do with my actions last night, including those that have happened since I returned home......"

"How many more?"

Raphael didn't answer right away, he just remained silent and just bowed again in the mirror.

That is, until Tails reacts: he is waiting for permission from the intelligence director.

But the Black Prophet at his side was silent.

Raphael.

He will not listen to the prince's orders.

A nameless rage suddenly erupted.

Jumped into Tails' inexplicably suppressed heart.

It even invoked the Sin of the River of Hell—the beast was scratching at his veins again.

This makes him have the power of ten thousand jun, boundless fire, but there is nowhere to vent, he can only force himself.

"Raphael," Duke Starlake said coldly, trying to ignore the bad state:

"Answer, answer, me. ”

A few seconds later, perhaps sensing the duke's anger and perhaps understanding Morat's silence, Raphael spoke quietly.

"Not a lot. ”

"There are still four more 'butts' found today. ”

Butt.

The prince's ass.

Tails only felt that his fists were about to burst.

But Raphael's words continue:

"For example, the number of nobles who apply for the examination of the royal capital guard officer may increase significantly, because the first person you received, Mr. Karabiyan, is a guard officer, and the female officer who takes care of your daily life is also a guard officer......

"For example, the membership of the Chamber of Glass will increase dramatically, the capital will pour in, and the market will change beyond estimates, even if Baron Quentin explains that last night's accident of smashing the cup is not the latest rule of the royal family, but it is a headache for Lord Juccoe Man and Viscount Coney......"

"For another example, the banquet held in the royal capital recently, no matter which family's security will be on the highest alert, because your actions last night objectively encouraged everyone to bring weapons to the banquet, there are grievances, there are revenge, and maybe you can get a response and sympathy......"

With every word Raphael spoke, Tails' breathing became uncomfortable.

"And this morning. ”

Raphael's words were calm, plain, and even with his usual ease and ease, but for some reason, at this moment, Tails sounded so harsh:

"There's a new murder on the outskirts of Yongxing. ”

Murder.

Tails' nerves jumped.

"According to the preliminary investigation of the Vigilance Department: the deceased was a farm tool dealer, and the murderer was a farmer working in a field, and he confessed to the crime, which should have been impulsive. ”

Tails swallowed all over his body and struggled to speak:

"Why?"

Raphael hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right wording.

Until the Black Prophet coughed unhurriedly.

Raphael sighed slightly:

"There are eyewitnesses who say that the farm tool dealer, the deceased, had spoken to the murderer before the crime. ”

"He temporarily changed his hexagram and wanted to ...... the lettuce and rapeseed that the two had negotiated a deal in advance."

"Twenty times the price increase. ”

Tails was stunned.

Lettuce.

Price.

No.

No......

In an instant, a blank and confused state of mind for no reason took over his body and mind.

"It is said that the farmer was already poor and struggling to support his family, so he broke down and broke out into conflict until the other man died of his injuries......

Raphael's voice seemed to come from underwater, erratic, but tangible.

"And according to eyewitnesses, the reason for the deceased's temporary price increase was ......"

"The prince loves to eat. ”

The words fell, and Tails shook!

【The prince loves to eat. 】

In that second, all the anger and resentment seemed to recognize the absurdity of his existence, and all disappeared into his senses.

【The prince loves to eat. 】

Even Raphael, the Black Prophet, the squirting of the Black Vein Vines, and even the entire interrogation room disappeared all around them together.

Leaving only emptiness, bewilderment, and sorrow.

And himself.

【The prince loves to eat. 】

Tails closed his eyes in a trance, leaned back against the wall behind him, and slowly leaned back.

But at that moment, the boy felt that what he was leaning on was not a wall......

It is a bottomless, endless, never-ending abyss.

【The prince loves to eat. 】

Dark, oppressive.

Cold, dead silence.

It's suffocating.

【The prince loves to eat. 】