Thales thought again: "What if, or what if, if the Western Front needs money-"

"Not enough, Your Highness," the tax official replied quickly, cutting off Thales' last chance. "After all, the Emerald City is the capital of a party."

Thales' smile disappeared and the study became quiet.

"Well, to put it simply, because of this damn part of the upfront debt," Thales tried not to think more, "Emerald City is now burdened with debt and short of cash, and cannot withdraw a large amount of funds in the short term.

Support the great cause of national construction and rejuvenation?”

The officials quickly turned their heads and looked away.

"And if I can't repay my debts, it will be even worse," Thales said, his expression getting uglier and uglier, "because the income of the South Coast Territory cannot be guaranteed for several consecutive years, let alone being free to serve the kingdom in the future?

"

After the words fell, the officials bowed their heads deeply and did not dare to speak out loud.

Thales stared at the heads or hats of each of them and waited for several seconds without even waiting for an answer.

Thales held his heart, took a deep breath, and then let it out.

"Then I-"

Thales tried hard to suppress his annoyance and suppress the words he was about to say:

What the hell am I going to do sitting here?

"Hey, I'm sorry, the Department of Finance and Taxation is incompetent and has let you down, Your Highness." Manager Melakhovich looked ashamed.

"disappointment?"

Thales suppressed his temper and squeezed out the curve of his mouth:

"No, no, no, how could I be disappointed? Someone else should be disappointed..."

The prince's smile gradually disappeared, and he numbly looked at the account report in front of him:

"Haha, haha, as for me..."

I am doomed.

Seeing the Duke sitting in his seat, looking ugly and saying nothing, the atmosphere in the study became more and more gloomy and depressing.

until--

"Wait a minute," Thales thought of something and woke up. "These debts were all borrowed in the name of the Kevin Deere family with Jen's signature and approval, right?"

The officials were all stunned.

Lord Melahovich rolled his eyes:

"Well, Duke Zhan himself did guarantee the repayment of the debt when it was due..."

"Thank God!" Thales shook his fist fiercely at first, and then realized that he had gone too far. He quickly sat upright, "I mean, even if he defaults on the debt, it will also damage Kevin Deere's credit, right?"

If Wen Dier is in debt, he will become a prostitute?"

Everyone was stunned again.

Looking at everyone's expressions, Thales put away his sly smile and coughed.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just kidding, the debt still has to be repaid, but... how much wealth does Kevin Deere have?"

"Your Highness?" Melakhovich wanted to understand something, his expression was horrified.

Mallos also had a cold look in his eyes.

"If, I mean if," Thales scratched his chin, "From the inventory of Kongming Palace, to the property under the name of Iris, or the private money of Xiaohuahua, how much are these various things worth in total?

"

The expression of the old accountant changed drastically: "Your Highness, you are going to confiscate the Kevin Dill family..."

The officials all changed their expressions!

Thales shrugged:

"Why, I used his money to repay the mess he left and the debt he signed, and I also helped him stabilize the financial situation of Emerald City. Isn't this just and natural, thank God?"

The Financial Controller trembled and said:

"But Master Zhan..."

Thales waved his hand:

"I believe that he is loyal to the country and has the overall interests in mind, so he will not object."

Bar?

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire study fell silent.

Both the officials of the Department of Finance and Taxation and Mallos looked at him with strange expressions.

Thales' smile froze on his face.

"Okay, it's just a joke. I have no intention of raiding Kongming Palace's house," the prince coughed and waved his hands repeatedly, as if he wanted to drag time back. "I have written to Your Majesty. Don't worry, Fuxing Palace will reply soon.

, decide on relevant matters..."

At that time, whether it is to sell off the ancestral property or repay the mortgage, it will not be Zhan's or his own turn to make the decision.

Thinking of this, Thales' expression darkened.

At that time, it was time for him to truly turn around and face King Kessel.

He rolled his eyes:

"But, of course, it is necessary for arbitration and financial purposes to find out how much money is in the private books of the Kevin Deere family, right?"

The study was quiet, and no one dared to answer him.

Thales had no choice but to put away his smile and waved his hands:

"Go and go about your business, daily affairs, raising money to pay off debts, and..."

Looking at the fiscal and taxation officials in front of him who were docile and did not dare to say anything, Thales sighed:

"So be it."

At the prince's urging, Strauss and Hugo sent all the officials away and sent them back to work, the sooner the better.

After all, there are still many things to worry about.

As soon as the door closed, Thales collapsed on the chair:

"What the fuck is this mess."

Mallos, who stayed behind, was thoughtful, and he walked slowly with a bandage on his arm.

"With a single order, a feudal duke will be deprived of his title, his property confiscated," the watchman said quietly, "Do you know who was the last person to do this?"

"Ha, let me guess," Thales picked up the tea cup and sarcastically said listlessly, "Is he a king? The kind who died miserably? So you can compare him with me?"

"No, not the king."

"Thank God, there's nothing like it."

"He is an emperor," Mallos said softly, "the last emperor in the world."

Thales' hand holding the tea cup froze.

"Hey Thor, how's your injury?"

A second later, Thales smiled and changed the topic in time before the other party told him about the tragic end of Sebastian IX, the Last Emperor.

Mallos looked at the bandages on his body.

"It's okay. Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. By the way, congratulations to you for successfully taking charge of Kongming Palace without spending a single soldier."

"It's nothing, it's not my fault anyway," Thales closed the account report on the table with a headache, "And I just took advantage of the situation and made a temporary transition to guard the Kongming Palace."

Damn improvisation.

He remembered something, raised his head and said:

"By the way, thank you, Thor. If you hadn't arrived at the arena in time, Zhan would have..."

"He won't."

Thales raised his head in confusion.

I saw Marius's eyes determined:

"Even if I don't carry that flag to the scene, Duke Zhan will still give in. At most, the process will be difficult and the method will be embarrassing, but you will still sit in this position safely and smoothly and take charge of the Kongming Palace."

Thales' expression condensed.

"how do you know?"

Mallos glanced at the ledger on the table.

Thales frowned and fell silent.

"If, I mean if," Thales hummed after a while, "if I hang those useless financial officials just now..."
To be continued...