"I originally thought that after the prince returned to the country and the royal banquet was held, the royal family, which had been dormant for more than ten years, would have many more banquet occasions. The demand for drinks, especially for extravagant banquets like ours, would definitely increase significantly.

"

"So I expanded the scope of my partners and bought several more wineries in preparation for increasing production. I borrowed a lot of money for this purpose..."

He snorted coldly, wiped away the last bit of nosebleed, and threw the handkerchief on the table.

"Now, now I can only stop the loss in advance."

"At least in the short term, I will no longer have significant orders for banquets in the royal capital, large and small."

Raphael was silent for a while, and then he said:

"According to your statement, you were just the first to act based on the rumors. In your line of work, more people will suffer and more people will lose their jobs?"

Dagoli snorted strangely, seeming to cry and laugh at the same time.

"What can I do?"

"I'm desperate too!"

He is depressed:

"But who is the person who caused the wine merchants to lose all confidence, the future of the wine industry to be bleak, and the workers under me to eat dirt?"

"Don't come to me if you can, go to our Highness Thales who told the whole world that 'I hate wine'!"

Moss slumped down in his chair and muttered for the second time:

"Damn nobles."

"Damn prince."

The interrogation room returned to silence.

Raphael sighed:

"Great, thank you for your opinion, I'll make sure he knows."

"Make sure he knows..."

Soon, Moss, immersed in decadence, realized something.

"No, no, no, I#&%￥&..."

The wine merchant's expression suddenly changed:

"Don't write down what you just said... Sunset knows that my whole family is loyal and supports the Bright Star royal family wholeheartedly!"

He waved his hands hard and tried to explain to Raphael.

But Raphael just glanced at the one-way glass, waved his hand, and asked someone to take Moss down.

"Really, my mother can testify! I have been a loyal supporter of His Highness Thales since I was born..."

"Aren't we our own people? You can't cheat me like this!"

The wine merchant's words slowly faded away, leaving lingering sounds:

"Well, I hope Duke Xinghu is in good health and can be crowned king as soon as possible..."

"Oh, no, don't get me wrong. I also support His Majesty Kessel! I sincerely wish the Iron-fisted King a long life and rule the stars forever..."

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

On this side of the glass, the Black Prophet looked at the prince with interest.

For a few minutes, Thales was just silently dazed.
Chapter completed!