"Oh, what do you say?"

Zhan picked up the pen again, was silent for a while, and continued writing.

"When he was a child, Feder broke a precious prophecy artifact and blamed it on the young Heeley. Then he stood aside and watched to see if I would stand up and take responsibility for her..."

Thales' expression changed slightly.

"If I admit my fault, it means that I behaved frivolously and destroyed the family property; if I allow Shire to be punished, it means that the eldest brother's guardianship is not good; if I plead that Federico did it, then it means that the eldest brother is weak and shirks the responsibility.

Young brother..."

Zhan En looked sharply:

"And no matter which step I take, the entire family will be disappointed in their eldest son."

After hearing this version of the story, Thales thought for a long time.

"You are like a chess piece now, Thales. You can do whatever he wants you to do."

"But you don't realize," Zhan said sarcastically, "according to Federico's chess strategy, no matter how you move, you will lose."

After hearing this, Thales nodded silently.

"You and Federico, and maybe Shiley, probably don't have 'back' and 'concession' in your dictionary of Kevin Deere," he sighed softly, "or in other words, you think these words can only be

Appears in other people's dictionaries, right?"

Zhan En snorted coldly.

"You promised me, Thales," the Duke stared at Thales closely, "no matter how ugly things develop, Hilley will never be involved."

Thales' eyes darkened.

"Then consider my proposal again," the prince said softly, "just as I am considering his proposal."

Zhan was silent for a long time.

"I thought you were a good person before," Zhan said expressionlessly, "it seems I was wrong about this too."

Thales shrugged.

"If I want to bring together a large group of people - or just two people who have their own thoughts and are incompatible with each other - to move towards the same destination," Thales shot back, "then maybe I have to pay the price.

?”

"Reality," the prince stood up and prepared to leave, "is also necessary."

Zhan En didn't speak, he just took the fire paint step by step, poured it on the envelope, and started to seal it.

Thales stopped delaying and turned around.

Not much is gained here.

Or, has the harvest been enough?

"I want him dead."

Thales paused.

He turned around:

"What?"

I saw Zhan En put down the fire paint, his eyes were cold and his whole body was fierce.

"All the above conditions are included, the Emerald Legion, personnel appointments and dismissals, taxes..." He almost said through his teeth, "But I want to add one thing."

Zhan En suddenly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as swords:

"Federico, must—must—die."

Thales was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then frowned deeply.

Maybe he is wrong.

The way he looked at Zhan:

Maybe the harvest is beyond expectation.

The prince took a deep breath and tried to bargain:

"Exiled abroad?"

Zhan didn't answer.

"The Prison of Bones?"

Zhan En's face didn't change, he just stared at him wholeheartedly, his eyes were uneasy.

"It really doesn't work..."

"It doesn't matter, you can think about it slowly," Zhan En interrupted him, leaving no doubt, "If it doesn't work, you can also write to Fuxing Palace and ask what His Majesty has to say."

Thales frowned.

"But the Emerald City can't wait..."

"This is the letter we just agreed to send to the Poppon family, and it will be sent directly to Mrs. Toriel," Zhan interrupted with a cold snort. "They don't have much cash, and thirty thousand is the limit. Of course, if they dare to pay less than

Thirty thousand, you just lead the troops to capture them. Not only do I have no objection, I will even help you find a reason afterwards."

The Duke of Nan'an stood up and picked up two envelopes from the desk. The lacquer seal of fleur-de-lis on them was extremely conspicuous.

"But for the second letter, send it to the three major guilds in the textile industry, wine industry, and building materials industry and several business groups. You can get 100,000, or a promise to let them cut the flesh to stabilize the market and prices——

To solve your urgent need."

Thales' eyelids twitched.

"only these?"

Although he said this, Thales looked at Zhan like this in surprise.

that's all?

Two letters, 130,000...

One-tenth of the debt…

It's that simple?

"This is my sincerity. Maybe it can help you figure out what to do next."

Zhan walked up to him and handed over the envelope with sharp eyes.

"What if it's less than 100,000?"

"Then just bring your troops back and capture me." Zhan En's expression remained unchanged.

Thales hesitated for a moment.

After a few seconds, he finished thinking and made up his mind to reach out to get the letter, but Zhan suddenly pulled his hand away and took back the envelope!

"And I hope that when you come back next time, you will also be sincere." He stared at Thales.

Thales swallowed his throat.

Well, the choice is hard though.

But it’s not like nothing was gained.

Thales exchanged glances with the other party, and the next second, the prince took away the two letters.

"It should be said that you love your sister too much," Thales put the letter into his arms and rolled his eyes, "or do you hate your brother too much?"

Zhan smiled hypocritically.

"No matter what," he turned around and walked to the window sill, "don't let Fede kill people in my city anymore, Thales."

His eyes narrowed:

"Don't let him manipulate you anymore, and don't give him more leverage."

Thales walked towards the door thoughtfully.

"But if he dies and arbitration disappears, the old cases will no longer be overturned," Thales said slowly, "I will lose the means to restrict you, right?"

Zhan En raised his gaze and looked out the window at the Emerald City.

"Maybe then, with the chips in hand, you will be the one to control me?" The prince said softly, "By the way - you can have your meal now."

There was silence in the room for a while, and Zhan didn't go to eat.

"You should think from a different perspective, Thales."

Zhan had a strange expression.

"If you insist on losing both sides, then when you return to the capital..."

The Duke of Nan'an turned around with an intriguing look:
Chapter completed!