Vol 2 Chapter 565: What do you want

Chapter 565 What Should You Do
In the swaying carriage, Taylors and Raphael sat opposite each other, speechless to each other.
Thales looked at the secret messenger who shared his life and death with him in Longxiao City, and recalled their last difference in the tunnel.
Raphael Ann Ruo Su, a pair of red eyes with a smile instead of a smile.
Just like the first meeting, Zhizhu was holding it.
Why is he always so confident?
Then clean up some messy things, smashing the pot and asking others to wipe the butt.
Thinking of this, the teenager who had just fled the Ballard room soon felt that his mood was darker.
"Shouldn't you stay in the north to hide and seek with the meteorite, when will you be back?"
Unable to stand the other person's mirth, Taylors took the lead in breaking the silence.
Raphael bent his lips and looked out the window:
"recent."
Look, it's a recent one.
Is there a more detailed answer than this?
Tells coughed:
"Those who stay in Longxiao City, Wia and Rolf, and Putile ..."
"Safety."
Raphael answered concisely, with a firm tone of voice.
Tells frowned.
"Kilbert said that he hasn't been able to find you in the secret department in recent years ..."
"Confidential."
"Then you just put on makeup at the Yuqian meeting ..."
"hide."
"So why is it taking me to the Kingdom Secretory?"
"Important."
After a few rounds of coming and going, he felt that Tyers, who was talking to Yoder, was very angry, and he was not angry:
"Can't you say more words?"
Finally, Raphael looked back, the meaning in the red eyes was profound:
"But what you said, if I talk nonsense ..."
"Are you going to marry Miss Miranda?"
Tells choked, and sighed a few seconds later, exhausted.
So stingy.
Tells waved his hand helplessly and quit the game:
"Just kidding, okay?"
Raphael smiled, and he leaned on the carriage easily.
"I know," he said comfortably:
"me too."
Terspie bent his mouth with a smile.
"Does it make sense to be so stupid?"
"It doesn't make sense," Raphael looked at the prince's speechless face:
"It's just interesting."
Thales didn't know how to answer for a moment, so he sighed silently.
After a few minutes.
"Raphael, have you seen Miranda in six years?"
Raphael raised her eyebrows:
"Do you want to hear the truth?"
"of course."
"Then I have to lie."
Thales spent a few seconds digesting this information:
"Oh."
The prince nodded:
"So ... how about seeing Cohen?"
"Who is he?"
"..."
The carriage rocked for a few more minutes, and Tells sighed.
"Raphael, if you don't plan to leave the secret department all your life."
The prince seriously looked at the boneless man:
"So what does she mean to you?"
"How do you face her?"
Raphael raised his red eyes: "Why do you ask so suddenly?"
"Concerned about the emotional life of subordinates."
Raphael gave a sarcastic smile.
"how about you?"
He asked rhetorically:
"What does she mean to you, Your Highness?"
Tails leaned on the carriage and sighed:
"I have said that I will not marry Miranda ..."
Raphael's next sentence made Tells stop the conversation:
"But I am not talking about Miranda."
The air was quiet for a moment.
The scenery outside the window changes from inch to inch, from city streets to country roads.
Tells was silent.
"When in Longxiao City, you have deep feelings and intimacy."
Raphael looked north, his voice briskly:
"Can you really let go of this relationship?"
"Since then?"
Taylors' teeth were tight.
"Don't touch anything else, Raphael," the prince said displeasedly:
"I have nothing to do with her."
Raphael chuckled and didn't care.
"If you are destined to become the King of Stars, Your Highness, plan in the Ballard room ..."
As Tyles heard, the words of the boneless man became extremely sharp:
"How do you face ... her?"
"Face your heart?"
Thales only felt a little irritable.
"I'll just say it again, Raphael," the prince turned coldly and said:
"I have absolutely no relationship with her. No! Yes!"
"What kind of relationship?"
"You control me."
"but……"
"No but!"
"I just want to say……"
"Not allowed!"
Back and forth, Raphael had to sigh with a long sigh, admit defeat and surrender:
"Ok."
Tyres snorted and clasped his arms tightly.
The boneless man said with emotion:
"It's just a pity that you don't like her ..."
Tells turned his head even more.
"You know, we finally picked her cereals and prepared her to return to China ..."
Tells froze for a moment, then turned around.
"Cereal grains, welcome to return home? Wait, who are you talking about?"
"Who else?"
Raphael looked back:
"Of course, Secret Science has carefully selected for you from hundreds of candidates ..."
Raphael showed his white teeth and smiled broadly:
"Good Ma Jenny."
Tells was silent for ten seconds, leaning against the carriage and swaying in the wind.
Only then was the expressionless.
Grass you.
Looking at his face, Raphael laughed.
Thiels vowed with a black face: If the other person said the joke again, and when he became king, the first order was to make Miranda marry Cohen.
Ah, at that moment, God knew how much he missed Cohen.
Raphael sat back:
"Are you feeling better?"
"Not at all," Tells said listlessly:
"But thank you for your active atmosphere."
"You're welcome," Raphael didn't care about the grievances in the Prince's words:
"Anyway, you will be more uncomfortable later."
Tells's mood of seeing a little bit collapsed again.
"This time for the last night?"
A shadow passed over Raphael's face.
"What could it be?"
When it comes to the right thing, it seems that the ease of the genius is gone.
Huangguren sighed:
"Fourteen hours ago, I was still busy organizing the report of the Liberty League, and then I received news of an accident at the royal banquet-anyway, you can always get something out no matter where you are.
Raphael shook his head.
Tyres also grumbled angrily:
"Then depose my identity, let me change my face and disappear, do you believe that I can be a law-abiding person forever?"
Raphael glanced at him.
"You? Law-abiding people?"
"Do you believe it yourself?"
Tells was temporarily speechless.
"So what happened last night," Tells struggled to pull back the topic of concern:
"Yazhen Town and Jinghe River, that is, the grudge between Bailar and Doyle, what is going on?"
Raphael was silent for a few seconds.
"Your Majesty has ordered the Court of Justice and the Noble Affairs Office to take charge of the case."
"Out of the principle of neutrality, I suggest that you do not insert ..."
Tells yawned greatly.
"Seriously, Rafael, why don't you think I didn't dance with the young ladies at the banquet until dawn, but smell your sweat in the broken car?"
Raphael changed his position and sniffed his collar quietly.
"Or do you think I'm as cheating as Cohen, or tolerating you like Miranda?"
Taylors winked at him:
"Just give some ... private insider?"
Raphael frowned.
Tells raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling on Raphael's sleeve, intentionally or unintentionally.
The latter's forearm is as fair and perfect as ever.
Unimaginable, there used to be ...
The boneless man was silent for a moment, and instinctively pulled up the cuff.
"You shouldn't have a personal relationship," his red eyes flashed:
"You are a prince, I am a servant, and we should be public."
Hey, who was engaging in personal friendship with him just now?
"Changed others, maybe yes."
"But you are still different, Raphael," Tells was half sincere and half routine:
"The night of Longxiao City was different."
Raphael tilted his head and glanced at him.
"By the way," Tyers added:
"If we really want to cooperate in the next 50 or 60 years and meet at the Yuqian meeting, it is best to learn how to get along from now on."
Perhaps it was persuaded by the last sentence that Raphael took a deep breath and sat on the carriage.
He said seriously:
"According to the information held by the secretive department, this is an unfortunate tragedy."
Yes, say something I do n’t know—Tears nodded seriously and swallowed this sentence into his stomach.
Raphael continued:
"Baron Doyle of Mirror River is a full straw bag, and the biggest advantage is shamelessness."
"Fortunately, he was lucky. The wife he remarried was a master of business. For several years he managed the court and got rich-or rather, speculative drilling camps and accumulated money everywhere-so the Doyle family became richer and more courageous. , Hands are getting longer and longer, unbridled ... "
Tells remembered the Baron Doyle and nodded with fear.
Raphael snorted:
"On the other hand, the rulers of Yaciao Town are also not good things, and they are not very kind when they reach out to borrow money."
"Old Bailar does n’t understand financial management, but he is a good player in the traditional skills of nobles such as intimidation, intimidation, and extortion. These years have been threatened by his blackmail and blackmail. The bitter masters, together, can build up a guard, and maybe reserve reserve margin. "
Tells frowned as he heard it.
"It's only one day since the secret department investigated so clearly?"
Raphael smiled and shook her head:
"Of course not."
"But we found that one of the parties in the case had long been registered in the Taxation Office: Lord Juke Man stared at the Doyle family for a long time, and then stared at their gray income, waiting for the pigs to fatten, It ’s easy to kill. "
Treasurer Juke Man, has long been eyeing the Doyle family?
Tells had a slight understanding.
Raphael scorned:
"So where is the investigation, our people just moved over the backlog files and investigation files that had been backed up for several years-of course, if they were cut off, the people in the Taxation Department may not be very happy."
Finance and Taxation Office, overnight, cut off Hu ...
Hearing this, Tyers looked weird.
He recalled Lord Juke Man's gaffe at the meeting this morning resisting the budget.
Now think about it again, where the other party is gaffe ...
That was simply "Brother Chen dropped a few thousand pieces tonight"!
He didn't lift the table even though he was well-kept.
"So in this way, the rich and greedy Doyle, and the arrogant and rogue Bailar, these two are so matched ..."
Tails exhaled, but said helplessly:
"It's really a match between opponents and good talents."
Raphael nodded
"It wasn't a big deal. After the nobility dumped, after some troubles, the two stalemates would probably return to the negotiating table as usual ..."
Raphael glanced at Tyers.
"But at this moment, because the legendary wings left the camp, the Sabertooth Camp was attacked by the orcs and the boneless people. The old Bailar, who was stationed in the army, was unfortunately recruited and died in fear.
"The balance is out of balance."
Tells slaps angrily on his head.
Why is it me again?
But Raphael's words continued:
"In addition, recently, Baron Doyle, who is becoming more and more inflamed, leaned on his son and climbed a newly-returned royal big man. There are special rows in the royal capital, and the waist is hardened."
The look of Tells is getting uglier.
But Raphael deliberately elongated the words and repeated: "Royal-big-people-things. Do you understand?"
Tells sighed:
Why is it me?
"If that's the case, it's just one win and one loss, one gains, one loses,"
"Until Old Bailar's eldest son returned from the tower of termination-as you can see, he was a stunned boy."
"The brain was full of radical thoughts that the traditional nobles in China didn't have, and decided to make a big news at a banquet."
Tells shrunk in the corner of the carriage and numb his mouth.
Why is it always me?
Raphael said helplessly:
"So Your Highness, you have to smell my sweat here."
The words fell, and the two sighed at the same time, holding their arms together.
"So, Anker Bailar, how is he now?"
"We are still interrogating according to the process, from the motivation process to the mastermind behind it," Raphael said lightly:
"Let me say that in the" guest "that the secretive has received, the child is very strong."
Interrogation ...
Tells' heart was dark.
"Is there anything more to ask," the prince said indignantly: "The mastermind is Jane Kevin Deere, the guy admitted directly to me last night."
"He is the one who should smell your sweat here."
Hearing the name, Raphael looked strange.
"I think you should probably know, Your Highness ..."
"The guardian of the South Bank, Jane Kevin Deere, left the capital and returned to the Emerald City due to urgent family matters this morning."
Tells was shocked first, then understood.
It's really fast.
"Of course, as a black hand behind the scenes, he has to save his life," Taylors sneered with arms folded:
"Isn't it urgent?"
If Grand Duke Fengzhao had the skill of applying oil on the soles of the feet, maybe he would not have to be broken by Nun.
But Raphael's tone sank.
"Before leaving, Duke Kevin Deere sent the Emerald City Alternative Petition to His Majesty."
Thales did not respond for a moment:
"what?"
Raphael glanced at Taylors:
"He applied to His Majesty. The iris vassals can voluntarily pay new taxes every quarter according to their needs, and accordingly exempt military service and labor. The recruited soldiers of the lost kingdom, the Kevin Deere family will lead by example, and also pay taxes to the royal family to serve as supplements in the form of subsidies for the standing army.

Thales spent a few seconds to understand the meaning of this sentence.
what?
The Kevin Deere family will lead by example ...
Pay taxes ...
Alternate ...
Subsidize the Royal Standing Army ...
The next second, the terrified Taylors rose from his back.
"It just happened at the Yuqian meeting ... but this, too fast?"
And it is a matter of concern for the rule of the lords of the entire South Bank.
Unless it is in advance ...
Raphael shrugged:
"The official announcement will arrive in the afternoon."
in the afternoon.
Thales suddenly remembered his father's words in the Ballard room:
[The meeting will reopen in the afternoon to discuss how to help Ju Ke solve the budget problem ...]
in the afternoon.
budget.
At that moment, what joints were connected at that moment.
"Jane, he and my father actually ..." Tells was incredible: "Fuck."
He scolded a unpleasantly.
The prince immediately looked at the boneless man, disappointed.
"So our Duke of South Bank, he will not be held accountable, right?"
"At least not the reason for instigating the assassins to hinder the Duke of Star Lake?"
Raphael patted his shoulder sympathetically
"Besides that, the secretives will have to set aside additional staff to" dispel rumours, "" Raphael's face looked uncomfortable:
"Someone is spreading ignorance such as" Duke Star Lake accused Kevin Deere in public last night. "
Ignorance
It took Taylors a while to put away his incredible expression.
Isn't it.
Even if fame and fortune ...
Also want to control evaluation?
"So ... I messed up your business again?" Tyers said.
"It's okay," Raphael looked like a broken tank:
"Anyway, mysteries are used to it."
"In the past six years, I have set up a special emergency response team. You are their favorite-greatly increasing their sense of presence and budget."
"By the way, their nickname is" Prince's Butt "..."
Tells, immersed in depression, frowned:
"What's the prince?"
The boneless man lifted his cheek helplessly.
"You know, every time you finish shit," Raphael gave a particularly stern look:
"Everything."
Tells was dumbfounded and speechless.
Rafael gave him a wicked smile.
"Okay, Kevin Deere ..."
Having figured out something, the prince exhaled angrily, buried his face in his palm and rubbed it up and down:
"I should have killed him last night ..."
"what did you say?"
"It's nothing." Taylors pulled his face out of his palm, and looked upright:
"Anker Bailar, what will he do?"
Raphael put away her suspicion:
"If His Majesty has no other opinion, the court will convict him ..."
"But from the existing facts, he attacked the royal banquet with weapons, hurt the noble peers, threatened the Duke of Star Lake, stabbed the royal family members, despised the royal majesty ..."
Listening to Raphael's count, Thiels thought of Anker's desperate look and his last conversation with himself, feeling very heavy.
[If I let go, what should I do? 】
[I do n’t know, but I will try my best. 】
【I have already done my best. 】
[No, you do n’t. You didn't see me. 】
Thales squeezed his fist subconsciously.
"What about his family? What about his loved ones?"
Raphael glanced at him and said nothing.
Tells sighed.
But his eyes sharpened immediately:
"Listen, Rafael."
"If I say that with your help, the Duke of Star Lake will do something from it and affect some results, is it possible?"
Raphael's red eyes also flashed.
"It depends on what you are going to do," Fangguren said cautiously:
"Different options, different results."
Tells was silent for a while.
"Well, from hard to easy."
The prince considered it seriously and asked three sentences tentatively:
"Hell?"
"freed?"
"At least-to avoid death?"
Raphael meditated on these three options and smiled amiably.
Without delay, he answered the corresponding three answers empathetically:
"impossible."
"impossible."
"And—impossible."
There was a minute of silence in the carriage, and all I heard was the sound of the roll.
"Raphael Lindbergh."
"Your Highness?"
"What do I want you to do!"
"Okay, there is one last solution."
"what?"
"You are crowned king."
"It's not funny."
"I know."
I will write it down. It will also fight.
(End of this chapter)