The prince looked at him seriously:

"Balda the Barber, do you have any opinions or suggestions on this?"

"I can not……"

"Baltar, I wait for you equally," Thales said without blinking, "It's a clear deal."

Balta paused for a moment.

He looked at Thales's eyes, then looked at the hat in his hand, and understood something.

The old barber smiled, but then he stopped smiling.

"Let it go."

"What?" Thales was startled.

Balta took a deep breath and was filled with emotions.

"People in this city, especially those in high positions, with fat heads and arrogant people, have lived so well in the past few decades," he shook his head, "so good that they think everything should be like this and take it for granted.

, so good that they thought that the wealth that fell from the sky in Emerald City was really created by their hard work."

Thales was thoughtful.

Balta spoke slowly and spoke earnestly:

"It's so good that they don't want to open their eyes and see how much dirt and corruption is hidden under this overwhelming wealth, and how many wealthy bosses and high-ranking families there are getting richer and bigger...

“Look at how many bankrupt landowners and poor families there are in the corners of the border, and look at how much grain the farmers and hunters on the farms have to sell in order to get a roof over their heads in the city...

“Look at the salaries of apprentices in the booming Metallurgical District workshops that haven’t increased in years, look at the Emerald City’s finances and taxes that always grow faster than residents’ salaries, and the various facilities in major government agencies that are getting more and more impressive...

"Look at the eyes of foreign travelers in the Emerald City, look at the expressions of local workers after four seasons of hard work, look at the vastly different hierarchical conflicts among the gangsters in different areas of the Blood Bottle Gang, look at

Separated by a wall between the city and the outside, what are the different years of tranquility and joy and sorrow and anxiety...

"Look at the rumors of water ghouls and missing people that are spread every year in the dock area, and look at the advanced rule of law and strict laws behind them. How many people can only stand at the door of the trial hall and watch the seemingly serious and fair laws and suffer secret losses.

Even the poor guy who suffered a big loss...

"Look at the North Gate Bridge again, and look at the walking zombies inside who are eating one meal a day. Is it really just drugs that Lazench Fissot sells? No, what he really sells is numbness and escape.

It's carnival and excitement, this heart-wrenching poison that makes people flock to it even if they know they will eventually be poisoned to death..."

This long speech contained many things that only Balta, who had lived here for many years, could see. Thales and Huaiya listened with heavy hearts and looked at each other.

Balta sighed and said:

"Your Highness, those people are living so well that they are no longer willing, or in other words, unwilling or even afraid to admit a fact."

Thales looked back at him and listened carefully.

"Just like the wealth and development of Nan'an Territory are not accidental..."

Balta said seriously:

"The disasters in Emerald City today, whether internal or external, are all natural and will happen sooner or later."

The barber snorted softly, revealing a bit of disdain and contempt, which was not consistent with the caution and honesty he had just shown in front of the prince.

"So, when they hold the market, assets, debts, land, and order in their hands and want to force you away, they are so confident - it seems that there is no you, no Federico, and no bad people who are jealous of their wealth.

Without the adults in the center of the kingdom, these things would just be theirs."

Balta looked at Thales with solemn eyes:

"But they may not realize that they are so lucky that things can happen in your hands, your highness, only in Kongming Palace, and can only be limited to the ridiculous infighting of the Iris family.

"The only way is to wait for them to realize this, wake up, have a correct understanding of the world, and make a truly appropriate response... instead of burying their heads in the quilt and tucking the corners tightly, as if this can protect what is under their bed.

That pile of gold..."

He hummed softly:

"Otherwise, no matter how many methods you use to avoid disasters, they will only be temporary expediency. When the time comes, bad things will happen again and again."

Thales didn't respond, just thought deeply.

But the barber's voice changed, solemn and heavy:

"But they can't learn anything from the existing abundance, just like the strong can't learn anything from the weak who don't resist."

"Because the strong don't have to 'retreat'." Thales muttered as he remembered something.

Balta nodded lightly:

"So we can only wait for the disaster to truly arrive, destroy, destroy, reshape, and force everyone on this land, especially those who benefit the most from the rise of the Emerald City, to change and regain balance."

He said coldly:

"Until then, the problems in Emerald City can be truly solved."

There is a terrible fire in Baltar's eyes:

"Before that, all the rescue methods were just trying to put out the fire. Not only were they futile, they were also self-righteous."

Fighting the fire with salary...

In vain...

opinionated……

After the words fell, there was silence in the study for a long time.

After finishing digesting, Thales exhaled and leaned back on the chair again.

"Sorry, I talked too much." Balta came back to his senses. He smiled slightly and instantly returned to the seemingly honest and honest but actually all-rounded barber. "Perhaps Your Highness, you do have a charm that makes me

People can’t help but say what’s on their mind.”

Huaiya had not yet recovered from the long conversation just now, and just nodded silently.

"Balta."

Thales looked at the small book on the table without raising his head:

"For a person like you to open a barber shop and work in a street gang to buy and sell information, it's really an understatement."

Baltar smiled.

"Your Highness, you don't know. People like me who are better than others are the most suitable for this place." The barber chuckled and wiped his hands on his body subconsciously, as if he was wearing a work apron. "If you go on

Climbing up, using my abilities and means, I will either encounter a stronger and smarter opponent and die with no body intact, or I will be hated by others, make countless enemies, and be beheaded."

Balta narrowed his eyes:

"Sooner or later."

"But are you willing to do this? I'm in Star Lake Castle..."

But Balta smiled slightly and interrupted the prince gently but decisively:

"I am very contented. Your Highness, I don't have any big pursuits, and I don't want to play a risky game where the winner takes all and the loser loses all, no matter how high the benefits are. So when the Kingdom Secret Service came to me..."

"The secret department has also come to see you?" Thales' expression changed, and Huaiya was also surprised.

Baltar shrugged:

"When they need me."

"Then how do you respond?"

"Of course I'm being polite, and I'll fully cooperate with you if you have any needs," the barber said with an honest smile, "As for their kindness in recruiting me officially, I can only accept it with my heart."

Thales looked at this seemingly ordinary-looking master barber who had rejected the kingdom's secret science with a complicated expression, and remained silent for a long time.

"Baltar," Thales thought of something and murmured, "Maybe you will live a long life."

The old barber smiled, he was honest and honest.

"The old man must work hard to survive and live longer."

I saw him bow deeply:
Chapter completed!