"So... Red Square Street?"

Gilbert had another meal.

"My Lord, I'm afraid," Count Castle shook his head:

"My friend's power level is not at the level where he can publicly investigate Hongfang Street...it is involved behind the scenes..."

Thales closed his eyes and lowered his head.

"I understand, Gilbert."

The boy opened his eyes:

"You need knowledgeable people, people who really understand the market conditions, not political officials who are aloof and ignorant of the sufferings of the people."

Gilbert didn't answer immediately, seeming to be thinking about something.

But after a few seconds, he still spoke:

"My friends did advise me, Your Highness, that if you put a bounty on the black market for something that would be coveted to them - and of course trivial to us - then within a few months, useful clues would be like

Sprung up on your desk.”

But Gilbert's eyes changed slightly:

"And that also means that we will leave traces that cannot be covered up for those who care about us."

Thales frowned:

"We discussed this six years ago."

Gilbert nodded decisively, his eyes serious:

"And the conclusions drawn then are equally applicable today."

Thales sighed.

Gilbert's words continued in a low voice:

"With your current status, being associated with you is not a good thing for your friends - the best outcome for them is to be lost in the crowd where no one can find them, and forget everything related to you.

"

At the end of the sentence, Gilbert's tone became more and more serious.

But Thales was so confused that he couldn't listen.

"Where's the secret science?"

Thales ignored the other party's words and asked:

"Have you ever approached them? They are the most suitable people to do this."

Gilbert frowned.

"Gilbert?"

Thales urged.

After a few seconds, the Foreign Secretary finally sighed and replied:

"In the past few years, when your return was not expected and there was little news, I tried to ask Lord Hansen for help."

Lord Hanson.

Hearing this name, Thales felt a sense of discomfort out of nowhere.

"But in the past few years, his few appearances have been significantly reduced, and he almost never shows up - even at imperial meetings."

Thales' brows furrowed tighter and tighter:

"Then try the one in the secret department..."

Before he could finish asking, Gilbert took over his words:

"Young Barren Skeleton Man, how have you learned through adversity?"

Thales glanced at him and nodded.

"Tried."

Gilbert shook his head expressionlessly:

"But everyone from top to bottom in the secret service and everyone they can come into contact with unanimously denies that they have a cadre named Raphael Lindbergh."

Thales was stunned for a moment.

"deny?"

"Even if he still made a public appearance in the Hall of Stars six years ago?"

Facing the prince's incredible rhetorical question, Gilbert still shook his head:

"At least in Yongxing City, this person does not exist."

"Or not allowed to exist."

Thales understood what he meant.

The young man asked in disbelief:

"The secret department rejected you?"

Gilbert sighed slightly:

"Not exactly."

"What's the meaning?"

Gilbert patted the horse underneath him, as if he wanted to find an opening to the topic:

"You know, Your Highness, spying on intelligence and planning operations are Putilai's specialties, but my specialty is paying attention to the people who do these things...and I can tell from their attitudes and actions that the Kingdom's Secret Department seems to have an interest in

…”

Gilbert half raised his head and glanced at Thales:

"I have a deep... prejudice against you."

Thales was stunned.

"I?"

"prejudice?"

The prince reacted, and at that moment, he felt ridiculous and angry:

"Are you kidding me?"

"I am the poor person who was forced to leave home for six years by them!"

But Gilbert just shook his head worriedly:

"I don't know what they think, but Your Highness..."

"With all due respect, in the history of the stars, every promising king has maintained a good relationship with his intelligence chief and the kingdom's secret department..."

The procession was still going on, but Gilbert's words had already reached Thales's ears.

The Duke scratched his neck in displeasure and said angrily:

"But all I want is to find a few people..."

Gilbert shook his head:

"Are you talking about a few nameless street children who disappeared for six years without anyone paying attention to them during the chaotic night in the notorious downtown area?"

At that moment, Thales suddenly looked up!

"Yes."

He looked at Gilbert seriously, with a serious look in his eyes, which made the Foreign Secretary slightly startled:

"And...a female bartender."

Gilbert raised his eyebrows and nodded obediently:

"And a female bartender."

There was silence between the two for a few seconds.

Missing for six years.

No one pays attention.

No name or surname.

Thales silently repeated Gilbert's words in his heart.

"And they are not unattended," Thales whispered:

"It's not like he has no name or surname."

Several small figures appeared in front of his eyes.
To be continued...