Dagoli said dullly:

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

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

"Even a drop."

He said bitterly:

"Even when toasting, he would just show off and deliberately spill the wine instead of drinking it."

Raphael hummed:

"Maybe your wine doesn't suit your taste?"

"Ha, the prince doesn't like drinking, or the wine doesn't suit his taste, what difference does it make?"

After being devastated by Raphael's psychological defense, Dagoli started talking and talked endlessly, which seemed to be a self-defeating one.

"And not only does he not drink."

The wine merchant said unhappily:

"He doesn't like other people drinking."

Thales looked up in surprise.

Raphael also frowned:

"real?"

Dagoli laughed, his face full of sarcasm:

"Although I didn't go to yesterday's royal banquet, a friend of mine went, and he saw it 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, just because she drank two glasses of wine before talking to the prince, she was scolded by His Highness in public and came back crying."

Raphael still questioned:

"you sure?"

"It's spread all over the social circles!"

Dagoli sighed:

"His Highness rejected every girl who drank. Even his aunt drank a few more glasses of wine. He was merciless and kicked her out of the party early!"

"There is also a servant who testified: After the banquet, when His Highness was talking to Duke Zhan alone, all he drank was pure water!"

Raphael pondered for a while:

"That's it? Just based on the trivial things that happened at last night's banquet?"

"Maybe this is just an excuse you came up with to cover up your behavior after the business failed and ran away, causing hundreds of families to suffer..."

Dagory interrupted him angrily:

"I said I was just going abroad for a vacation...Listen, the prince hates wine. This has been known for a long time, not just last night."

"How to say?"

Dagori snorted:

"First of all, it was the Northland merchants brought by Black Sand. They had rumors that Prince Thales and the current king of Exeter had an enmity over a glass of wine and they hated each other."

"I don't know what the prince is like in the north, but it's obvious when he returns to the stars: he lives in seclusion, lives a simple life, and is not close to wine and sex."

Dagoli raised his finger and said seriously:

"At the Blade Tooth Camp, our colleagues from Xihuang prepared a pot of fine wine, bribed the soldiers of Legend Wings, and prepared to offer it to him and advertise it. However, the prince was very disrespectful and just left without even looking at it.

It hit the ground!"

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

"That's when the rumors started."

Dagory exhaled angrily:

"And I just heard about what happened this morning: Prince Thales's two personal guards - the Royal Guards, who were born in the Seven Stars of the Bright Star - drank a few too many glasses of wine last night, so they missed the meeting.

Something happened, and there was an accident involving hostage-taking."

"So the prince ordered them to be whipped in the Mindis Hall. They were beaten to death. It is said that he even counted the whips himself."

Raphael listened carefully and glanced at the one-way glass from the corner of his eye.

Dagoli looked back and said:

"Now that's good, soon the whole star will know that the future king doesn't like drinking, and he doesn't like people who drink."

"Damn prince."

Raphael coughed:

"Maybe you are overreacting. The prince doesn't like drinking and it won't have such a big impact..."

"Oh! He's a prince! The future king!"

In a bad mood, Dagori interrupted the Bone Man impatiently:

"Everything he does, every bit, every bit, has a super, super, huge impact, okay!"

Raphael said nothing.

The other side of the one-way glass was even more silent.

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

Dagori grabbed the handkerchief and wiped his nose:

"It may not be that fast, but as time goes on..."

"The upper class circle of the royal capital will gradually form such a trend: in order to please the prince and get close to the duke, first some people will start drinking less, then everyone will follow the trend and drink less, then famous people will advocate not drinking, and then it will spread to the entire Yongxing City.

They all urge everyone not to drink until the kingdom officially introduces laws to restrict and ban alcohol..."

Raphael was dubious:

"Isn't it too exaggerated?"

Dagori shook his head:

"Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but buddy, you are also a member of the public family."

"If something goes well at the top, we will do better at the bottom."

"Haven't you heard? If a cup falls in Fuxing Palace, a head will fall in the kingdom."

The wine merchant glanced at Raphael and smiled sarcastically:

"And do you know that Prince Thales dropped a lot of glasses at the banquet? Hahahaha..."

His laughter was dissatisfied and sad, gradually fading away.

"The king looked down upon a certain kind of people, and when they got down there, the people would drive them out and kill them all."

"The Duke takes a second look at something. When it comes to the public, it will be priceless, but it will be priceless."

"People regard a certain drunken nonsense of a big shot as a wise saying and interpret it diligently. Schools and universities even fund this and set up research projects..."

"Or if a noble noble forgets to wear pants while taking a walk, he will be regarded as a new elegance and fashion trend, attracting people to worship him and imitate him..."

Dagoli said resentfully:

"Are there many cases like this?"

The wine merchant sighed:

"Power is a fishing hook that draws everyone closer to it, just for a little bit of pitiful bait."

"How else do you think I got rich?"

There was silence in the interrogation room for a while.

"So you closed the winery as a result of careful consideration." Raphael said calmly.

Dagory nodded.

"Do you think I want to close down? Believe me, if I don't cut my losses and exit now, in a few months, when rumors spread that the prince doesn't like wine, my business statements will only be even worse. I am in the Emerald City

The sponsor will be even more unhappy."

"And I'm not the first person to know: the market's nose is sharper than mine, and gold coins only follow power."

He pouted:

"Last night alone, after the banquet, six aristocratic buyers returned their orders for next month. They said that their home-brewed wine would be enough."

"There are ten more this morning..."

Dagori's eyes became confused:
To be continued...