Chapter 574 The Damn Prince

Jane Kevin Deere.

At that moment, Dagory froze.

On the other side of the glass, Tells' expression also moved.

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

"You know why." Raphael smiled undiminished.

Dagory straightened up and said in awkwardness:

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

"Which department is it?"

Raphael nodded, more and more interested:

"It's weird. You're not afraid of the taxation hall that knocks on the bones, the security hall that is fierce, and the courtroom that's transcendent."

"Only when I heard the name of a large aristocrat in a foreign land, I was so disoriented."

Dagger shuddered.

He understood something and looked around nervously:

"This is not any police station at all, right?"

"Who do you do for?"

Raphael snorted:

"Oh, maybe you are afraid that the Duke of Iris will know that Dagoni Moss, a powerful businessman who helped him to receive his favor and lead him in his mission, represented him in the central wine business, actually concealed his pockets , After spending so long a huge rebate and operating so many private properties elsewhere..."

Tells saw that Daggery shook every time Raphael said a word.

Raphael smiled easily:

"And he actually dared to say that the business failed and went back to cry with the Duke?"

Dagory's breathing began to accelerate, and he swallowed hard:

"Listen, this little brother, there must be some misunderstanding between us. I can't understand anything you said..."

Raphael picked up the document and left the seat, looking like he was going to leave:

"Don’t worry, we’ll arrange the carriage in a moment, the big fan will send you home with all your knowledge, to thank you for your cooperation and confession-just after the evidence was sent to the Emerald City and the Duke of Jane ."

Dagory froze, the expression and confidence in his face disappeared.

"You...can't..." He wanted to say something, but he gaped.

Raphael turned his head, grinning, and cast the last straw:

"After all, you know, Kingdom Secrets cannot be illegally tortured."

In that second, Dagory shook hard!

"What, you said you are king, what kind of king?" The wine merchant asked dumbly.

Huang Guren just smiled and turned away.

"Wait!"

"I remembered, I remembered!"

Perhaps it was the last sentence that was too powerful. Daggery threw his chair and got up from the ground in panic, with a cry in his mouth:

"Today, a large amount of capital was turned back. I promise that those who are owed wages and arrears will soon receive the money, and there is a large amount of surplus. I want to donate all to you, your brother, or your department. , Support work... can you guys, just when I haven't been here..."

But Raphael smiled evilly, unmoved:

"Don't worry, you are very familiar with the boss of Catherine, right? When you go out, the blood bottle gang will surely entertain you?"

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

He squinted and smiled:

"We can't manage it."

It seemed that every time Raphael said a word, Dagory could remember anything.

As a result, his crying became heavier and he looked more frightened:

"No, no, no, please, you...you are killing me...I, I am also a citizen of the kingdom, you can't see death and not save..."

Raphael reacted and smiled guiltily:

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

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

Family support.

Dagory was trembling. He stayed in place, staring at Raphael in a daze.

Raphael smiled as before, looking back at him happily, waiting patiently for a response.

After a full ten seconds.

"Damn."

Finally, under Raphael's eyes, Dagory could not bear the pressure and fell to the ground:

"Okay, okay, whatever you want, me, I will give you everything."

He completely collapsed, and he was really running down the river, sobbing:

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

Raphael smiled and smiled happily.

"Welcome to the Kingdom Secrets, Mr. Moss."

He leaned over with satisfaction and lifted the trembling Dagory:

"You know, now, we are also'family'."

Dagory stared blankly at the young man in front of him, his hands and feet trembling constantly, leaving only numbness in his face.

At the other end of the room, Taylors turned back in disgust:

"That's how you recruit people and envelop people?"

The black prophet in the wheelchair smiled softly:

"I know, you despise this method."

"I don't look down, just..." The prince shook his head and said uncomfortably:

"It reminds me of the Shadow Shield."

"That's right." Morat sneered softly:

"Because this is our division of labor: we stay in the dark and do the dirty work. You stand in the sun and condemn the dirty work."

"Happy cooperation."

Tells glanced at the black prophet, his brows getting tighter.

At the other end of the glass, Raphael finally soothed Dagory, who collapsed and surrendered, and rearranged him into a chair.

"Now, can you answer my question?"

Dagory's eyes were red, and he was holding a handkerchief with a nosebleed, and he raised his head in amazement:

"What, what problem?"

Raphael repeated patiently:

"Why, why does the Kingdom's future wine industry have no future?"

Perhaps it was frightened by the experience of these ten minutes, Dagory froze for a while, and then it came back.

"Yes, yes," the vintner replied in dismay.

"Although it has only been gossip before, it was confirmed last night..."

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

Raphael's eyes moved slightly:

"what happened?"

Dagori, who has just experienced the upheaval in life, flattened his mouth and said reluctantly:

"That prince."

Upon hearing his own news, Tilston was taken aback.

I saw Dagory said sullenly:

"Our wise Prince Thales, the Duke of Star Lake does not like wine."

"Yesterday's banquet, the wine I made was placed on his table, and he didn't move a drop."

"Even a drop."

At that moment, Taylors only felt a buzz in his ear.

Dagory hated:

"Even when he was making a toast, he always acted like that, he spilled it deliberately and didn't drink it."

Raphael hummed:

"Perhaps the wine in your house is unpleasant?"

"Hah, the prince doesn't like drinking, or the wine doesn't suit his taste. What difference does it make?"

After Raphael knocked the psychological defense line destructively, Dagori, who opened the conversation, talked a lot, and it was a bit of a taste of breaking the pot.

"And not only does he not drink."

The wine merchant is unhappy:

"He still doesn't like people drinking."

Tells looked up in surprise.

Raphael also frowned:

"Really?"

Dagori haha, with a full irony:

"Yesterday’s royal banquet, although I didn’t go, but I had a friend. He saw with his own eyes: Before the hostage-taking accident, there was a noble girl who was very beautiful and had a good family background. She went Invite the prince to dance."

"As a result, because she drank two glasses of wine before talking to the prince, she was reprimanded by Her Royal Highness in public, and she came back with a cry."

Raphael still questioned:

"you sure?"

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

Dagory snorted:

"His Royal Highness rejected every girl who had drunk, and even his aunt had a few more drinks, he did not show mercy and drove her out of the banquet in advance!"

"There is also a servant who testified: After leaving, when His Highness talked with Duke Jen alone, he drank clear water!"

Raphael pondered for a while:

"That's it? With the trivial things that happened at the banquet last night?"

"Perhaps this is just an excuse you found to cover up for the loss of business after your business failed, and to cover hundreds of families..."

Dagory interrupted him indignantly:

"I said I was just going on vacation abroad... Listen, the prince hates wine, and there have been signs of this, not only last night."

"How to say?"

Dagory snorted:

"First of all, it was the northern merchants brought in by Black Sand. They had rumors: Prince Thales and the current king of Exeter were guilty of hating each other because of a glass of wine."

"I don't know how the prince is on the north side, but his return to the stars is also very obvious: living in a simple life, simple life, not close to wine."

Dagory raised his finger, and had nothing to say:

"In Sabertooth Camp, Xihuang’s colleagues prepared a pot of fine wine, bought the soldiers of Legend Wings, prepared to dedicate them to him, and advertised by the way. As a result, the prince did not give face, so he didn’t look directly. It hit the ground!"

"You know, that is the heir to the kingdom."

"The rumor began at that time."

Dagory exhaled angrily:

"And I just heard about this morning’s news of a private guard who guarded the Mindis Hall: Prince Taylor’s two personal guards-the royal guard, and the seven sons of the candid origin- —Drinking a few more glasses of wine last night, so something went wrong and there was an accident of taking hostages.”

"So the prince ordered to whip them, and in the Mindis Hall, he beat him to death. It is said that he also counted the whips himself."

Raphael listened carefully, and Yu Guang glanced at the one-way glass.

Dagori declined and then looked up:

"This is good, and soon the whole star will be known up and down. The future king does not like to drink, nor people who like to drink."

"Damn the prince."

Raphael coughed:

"Maybe it's because you overreacted, and the prince's dislike of drinking didn't affect that much..."

"Oh! He is a prince! The future king!"

Not in a good mood, Dagory interrupted the boneless man impatiently:

"Everything he does, one cent at a time, one bit at a time, has a super super, huge and huge impact, okay!"

Raphael didn't speak.

The other side of the one-way glass is dead.

"Listen, little brother, you are still young, but I have seen it, I know..."

Dagory grabbed the handkerchief and wiped his nose:

"It may not be that fast, but it has evolved over time..."

"The upper class circle of Wangdu will gradually form this kind of atmosphere: In order to please the prince close to the Duke, first of all, some people start to drink less, then everyone follows the wind and drink less, then the famous people advocate not drinking, and then expand to the whole Yongxing City atmosphere Everyone is urged not to drink alcohol until the kingdom officially enacts laws to restrict alcohol and prohibit alcohol..."

Raphael was dubious:

"Isn't it too exaggerated?"

Dagory shook his head:

"Okay, maybe I was a bit rendered, but buddy, you are also a public person."

"It's better on the top, it must be more on the bottom."

"Haven't you heard? If you drop a cup in the Renaissance Palace, you will lose a head in the kingdom."

The wine merchant glanced at Raphael with a sneer:

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

His laughter was dissatisfied and bleak, and gradually weakened.

"The king sneered at some kind of people, and when they reached the bottom, people would drive them to death."

"The Duke glanced at something more, and when he went down to the people, it had a price but no price."

"People have taken a drunk posthumous brain speech as a well-known saying, and interpreted it hard. Academics even invested in it and set up projects to study..."

"Or which big aristocrat, who forgot to wear pants on a walk, will be regarded as a new style, fashion trend, attracting worship, competing to imitate..."

Dagori said indignantly:

"Is there such a few cases?"

The wine merchant sighed:

"Power is a fishing hook, catching everyone close to it, just for a little bit of 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, it is a deliberate result." Raphael said lightly.

Dagory nodded.

"Do you think I want to close Zhang? Believe me, if I don't stop and exit now, a few months later, when the rumors that the prince does not like wine are completely spread, my business report will only be more ugly. I am in Emerald City Will be even more upset.

"And I am not the first person to know: the nose of the market is better than mine, and the gold coins only follow the power."

He pouted:

"Only last night, after the banquet, six aristocratic buyers withdrew their orders for next month. They said that their own wine was enough."

"There are ten more this morning..."

Dagory's eyes were confused:

"I originally thought that after the prince returned to the country, after the royal banquet was held, the king who had been silent for more than a decade would have many dinner occasions. The demand for drinks, especially for our luxury banquets, must have increased significantly. "

"So I expanded the scope of the partners and placed several wineries in multiple markets to increase production. I borrowed a lot of money for this..."

He grunted, wiped out the last bit of nosebleed, and threw the handkerchief on the table.

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

"At least in the short term, I will not have any significant orders for large and small Wangdu banquets."

Raphael was silent for a while, and then answered:

"According to your statement, you are just the first person to act according to rumors. In your business, more people will be killed and more people will be unemployed?"

Dagory groaned, crying and laughing.

"What can I do?"

"I am also desperate!"

His mood is low:

"However, the wine merchants lost their confidence, and the wine industry's prospects were sluggish, which made me who are the workers who eat all the soil?"

"Don't ask me if you have the ability, go to our Highness Tells who said "I hate wine" to the world!"

Moss slumped in his chair, muttering for the second time:

"Damn noble."

"Damn the prince."

The interrogation room was quiet again.

Raphael sighed:

"Very good, thank you for your comments, I will make sure he knows."

"Make sure he knows..."

Soon, Moss, immersed in decadence, realized something.

"No no no, I #&%￥&......"

The wine merchant's face suddenly changed:

"Don't write down that sentence just now...The sunset knows that my whole family is loyal and wholeheartedly supporting the Canary Royal Family!"

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

But Raphael just glanced at the one-way glass and waved his hand to get the Morse down.

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

"Aren't we alone, you can't pit me like this!"

The wine merchant's words slowly went away, and the aftertones kept coming:

"Then, may the Duke of Star Lake be in good health and be crowned king as soon as possible..."

"Well, don't get me wrong, I also support His Majesty Kessel! I sincerely wish the Iron-Fisted King to live for a hundred years and the stars forever..."

The door of the interrogation room closed, Dagory's voice completely disappeared, and Raphael took a breath and looked at the one-way glass.

On this side of the glass, the black prophet looked at the prince with great interest.

For a whole few minutes, Taylors was silently dazed.

For a while speechless.

Two long-lost changes.

(End of this chapter)