"That's my guess," James said.
"I think the situation is very clear. Kaiser Loveland suddenly appeared in the White Shadow Palace. There is a high chance that Naris is also there. Add to that the royal family's tradition... Naris is probably the candidate."
"How many people did you tell about this last night?"
"I didn't! I just asked about Kaiser... I didn't even say I saw him in the palace."
"That's why the Security Bureau didn't arrest you." The Baron sneered, "Do you know why they wanted you back?"
"Yes..." The young man laughed dryly, "Indeed... it's a little different."
The art of managing and commanding subordinates is different from the art of surviving in a political whirlpool. Being good at the former does not mean that one can be equally outstanding in the latter.
In fact, James was a little indifferent to being recalled to the capital. He thought that as long as he didn't offend anyone, he would be fine. But he didn't expect that he would make a mistake and almost get into trouble.
Wayne Port is indeed too dangerous.
My father has been able to stand safely in a place like this for many years...I am indeed quite inferior to him.
"Take this as a lesson." The baron took a sip of water from the teacup and suddenly looked up: "They just want us to cooperate with the propaganda?"
"That's what it means."
"really weird……"
"how?"
"Let me ask you." The Baron leaned back on the cushion, "What is the current relationship between the royal family and Larence?"
"Not bad." James replied, "We are the largest and most powerful nobles, with too much seniority. Any new king will be wary of us when he takes the throne. But because we firmly supported King Charuni during the rebellion of the old royal party and ruthlessly cut off some of their interests, Her Majesty...she should not regard us as enemies."
"Would that be an ally?"
"It shouldn't happen... our network is too large... we are still a little wary."
"Then what do they mean by this?" the baron asked. "Are they actively doing a favor for a guy they are afraid of?"
"This..." James was stunned.
He also discovered the problem - if you want to prove that a person is not in a certain place, isn't it best to let him show up in another place?
Although His Royal Highness the Prince is most likely already in Wayne, with Shadow Lion's ability, it shouldn't be difficult to create a substitute, right?
The problem can be solved by just going out for a walk, so why give this opportunity to Lawrence?
I came here to do a favor for no reason... It's unnecessary, right?
"Prince Trilled is absolutely not in his domain, and absolutely not in Wayne."
The Baron opened a drawer, took out a match, and lit himself a black cigarette.
Did he break his vow?
James looked at the man in shock - he remembered that the other party had quit smoking for a long time.
"You know, they allocated a sum of money some time ago to upgrade the suburban cemetery."
The Baron suddenly changed the subject.
"I thought it was just a whim... but it seems I thought the world was too peaceful."
"dad?"
James stared, he was frightened by the current atmosphere.
"Where is Tenize?" The Baron changed the subject again.
"Where is Prince Wayne now?"
"This... seems to be chasing a woman..."
"Where's the name."
"……I have no idea."
"So I can't rest assured that you will take this position." The baron sighed, "Go check it out."
"Cha...Tenize?"
"Find a way to find him and make friends with him..."
"But Dad—"
"Shut up! Do as I say!"
The Baron suddenly exploded.
He was like a wounded lion, like a wild beast that knew it was about to be cornered, staring angrily at all the invading enemies.
"Find him and make friends with him."
He spoke to the young man word by word.
"I allow you to use all your resources."
"Do you understand? We must do this at all costs."
Chapter 5: People in the Sea of Blood k
When he woke up, Aman thought he was still in the palace.
But he soon discovered that this was not the case at all... He was lying in an extremely small room. The bed alone took up more than a quarter of the entire space. There was also a circular window next to the bed, and he could vaguely see shadows moving outside the window.
Is it night now? Why is it so dark outside?
Because of drinking the monster's body fluids for a long time, Aman lost a lot of memory. He rubbed his eyes, got up, and went to the window to look outside.
This sight gave him a fright.
The outside world was not the land world he knew, but the ocean! He could see vague black shadows swimming in the water!
He let out a scream of "Ah!", stepped back, rolled over and fell off the bed. As he struggled with his limbs, he knocked over the fruit plate next to him, making a clanging noise.
Perhaps there was someone standing guard outside the door, and soon, two people he was familiar with came.
"Mr. Cornerel..." He saw Leon lying on the ground and stared at his face for a long time, "I remember you... but I think that was a memory from a long, long time ago..."
The two men did not answer him directly, but left him aside and talked to each other in private.
Aman pricked up his ears quietly - he was a qualified ranger, whispering in such a small space? How quiet could he be to keep it secret from me?
"I think he doesn't seem to be in a clear mind."
"His body and spirit have been contaminated by that thing. It is normal for him to be unconscious."
"So what should we do next? Should we tell him that Mary is finished?"
"Don't... I think the blow will be very great..."
"He's lucky to be alive. How can this be a big blow...Isn't it normal for people to die in this world?"
"That's what I mean, but if possible, let's wait for him to remember it himself..."
Aman was a little confused.
He heard a lot, but he couldn't connect them with the known information. He felt that his memory of a period of time was missing, and he had no idea what happened after he returned to Goli.
But maybe it was... Angelo's real sacred bloodline was blessing him in secret. Compared to ordinary people who would become confused or even turn into animals after drinking large amounts of monster fluids, Aman was not only not cursed, but those lost memories also gradually spread from his heart.
He remembered.
The suspicious Prime Minister Alfonso... the nightmares that wake him up every morning and evening... the strange and ruthless deep palace... and his spider bride... the weird water pitcher on the table.
Miss Baliu seemed to have come to see me once during the trip... What did she say to me? Was she going to take me away for tomorrow's plan?
Then I should be on their ship now... a ship that can dive... this is something I have never seen before...
All kinds of messy memories and thoughts began to attack his mind. Aman felt that he could hold on until he remembered who Mary the two men were talking about.
She was a lively yet calm girl who loved to laugh, but every time she saw him, she would deliberately put on a stern face and try her best to hide her friendship. She only regarded herself as a follower and faithfully carried out his every order.
He thought she should be his queen, and they should be people who trusted each other.
But the question is...Mary is dead?
In an instant, he recalled a series of horrible memories.
The messy spider cave in the back room... the hanging spider webs... the giant spider monster lying on the bed eating raw human flesh...
The ridicule of the water monster... the warning of memory... the weird feelings of the spider monster towards him... even during those muddled days, he always felt that it was familiar...
What followed was a hazy... thing he would like to call an illusion. He vaguely saw the monster being split into two pieces. Even though it knew it was going to die, the ugly head still waved its two claws and tried its best to crawl towards him.
…When the Cornerels were discussing how to inform him, Aman had already remembered everything.
"So you don't need help anymore?" Leon stared at his silent face and asked hesitantly.
"Yes." Aman replied.
"I want you to help me destroy the Corrupted Blood Kingdom!"
By noon, the news of Aman's awakening had basically spread.
The crew members talked about the unfortunate king and argued about whether the Plantagenet dynasty was still in existence.
"He is the king. As long as the king is alive there is hope. I think it counts."
"How can this be calculated? The premise of this calculation is that the king still has power. Look at what Goli is like now... Even if we give him financial support, can he still go back and rebuild the dynasty?"
Each side had its own reasons, plus some Goliath legends and random speculations about why the king was targeted. The whole restaurant was noisy and if you didn't know, you would think it was some low-end tavern.
"Think on the bright side."
Carrying the plate, he placed it on the opposite side with a thud. Darent sat down steadily and picked up the knife and fork comfortably: "It does dilute the sad atmosphere a lot~"
A lot of people also died on the Pierre, almost a quarter of them. Now there are less than 40 people on the ship in total, and this is the data obtained after some "newcomers" were added.
For example, Aman and Ge Lan, the two people have very different identities, but the same thing is that they are both very lucky and they both survived the disaster.
"That's rare." Ethan smiled at him while drinking his broth. "The old guy still thinks about others."
On paper, he was the most senior agent, but in reality, that was not the case. Darent had more seniority than him.
He is a wooden man, and he was even troubled by the long life. Immortality is both a blessing and a curse for mortals. He can feel the tired heart of his companions, which is why he behaves so dissolutely.
If he hadn't understood this, how could he tolerate this bastard playing tricks on him time and time again?
Everyone should be able to guess something, so they indulge him...
"Some people can maintain their innocence even after a long time, but some people will look too experienced even if they have less experience than others." Darent curled his lips, "Forget the looks you received when you and her walked on the street? They thought you were her grandfather..."
It's obviously dad!
Ethan unconsciously clenched the spoon.
This bitch... is she so good at making people angry?
"How is the progress with our Prince?" Darent was obviously a master of teasing. He keenly realized that Ethan would beat him up if he continued, so he immediately changed the subject.
“…” Ethan stared at him without answering.
Darent continued to flatter him: "Oh, you know, everyone admires you... That's Prince Wayne! You can actually make him know how to do the right thing, which is an achievement that even His Majesty has not achieved."
Ethan was trying very hard to maintain his anger, but this was something he was really proud of, and he couldn't help but smile.
"Really?" Darent clapped his hands and came closer to look at him: "So what's the situation over there?"
"I'm still getting used to it." Ethan scooped a large spoonful of mashed potatoes unhappily and stuffed it into the bitch's mouth. "You can figure it out just by staring outside. Don't you notice that it's still driving very slowly?"
Darent covered his mouth and coughed, but soon, several more plates were placed on the seats next to him.
Ethan looked up and saw that it was the Cornerels, as well as the priests and nuns who had not helped much during the turmoil in Iverria.
This time, the atmosphere really became depressing.
Everyone was basically eating and talking in silence... What could they say? They actually knew what each other wanted to say and what they should say.
I just don't want to say it.
Not much strength.
Because the whole ship actually lacks vitality.
It had lost its true captain after all.
……
