Chapter 262 Three-Faced Man [Two in One]

Author: Leader of the Tofu Naoxian Party

Chapter 262 Three-Faced Man [Two in One]

Winkrel Kingdom, in a secluded manor outside the royal capital.

Derek, who was dressed in ordinary robes, bowed his head slightly towards the young man in front of him with a slightly respectful expression:

"Your Majesty Parol, he has not agreed to send troops now."

"Shh," Parlor, who was dressed in casual clothes, put a finger in front of his lips, "Don't call me by my name or honorific at this time, just call me Mr. Scar."

Mr. Karl, can you describe the scene to me in detail?"

After saying that, Parlor carefully checked the doors and windows of the room, opened the shielding circle, closed the curtains, and then quietly walked back to Derek and said mockingly:

"As the king of a country, I am reduced to acting like a thief in my own land. What a failure."

Derek smiled slightly and tried to persuade him: "Mr. Scar is a talented man and has great plans. Now it is just a temporary difficulty. He will definitely turn things around in the future, so why bother about it."

Parlor slumped down on the chair regardless of appearance, patted the chair, and signaled Derek to relax:

"I accept your words, but with my little strength, how can I say that I can turn the situation around? I'm lucky if I can keep my position under my butt.

It's funny to say that everyone obviously believes in "Tang", why do you treat the royal power so lightly and the religious power so heavily?

Alas, let’s not mention it anymore, let’s talk about business.”

Derek smiled awkwardly but politely:

This land used to be a complete papal state, with the religious power at the front and your ancestors splitting up at the back. The pope didn't complain, so why are you complaining?

Besides, is it possible that you expect your ancestors, the aloof Poseidon, to not bless the church that symbolizes their authority and the royal power? Just because your surname is "Tang"? You are so shameless!

No matter how much he complained in his heart, Derek, who was well-educated, still looked calm and elegant: "That's it..."

After listening to Derek's logical, complete and vivid description, Parlor pondered for a moment and said:

"This is not unexpected. The old thief does great things but cherishes his own life. He forgets his life when he sees small gains. He is timid and only wants to avoid mistakes rather than making achievements. Such a choice is normal."

"Humph, he's so stupid. If you and I hadn't let him off the hook, I'm afraid the country would have been in chaos, and it's not impossible for Yaxia to push him back to the capital." Parlor said disdainfully.

Derek tried: "Then what should we do next?

Judging from that person's tone, he is no longer satisfied with your growing prestige, and I'm afraid he will replace you before the war begins."

Before fighting against the outside world, you must first settle down inside. The principle is the same, just like no one would choose to go out to fight in the wild when the crystal of their own base is clicked. Unless this person has some serious illness.

Although Will is not a wise man with miraculous calculations, he is still an old guy who was killed among many saints and has been on the papal throne for more than a hundred years. How can he not see the threat of Parlor?

Will allowed Yaxia's industrial products to be dumped to the point where a wave of unemployment broke out in the country, and it was inevitable that he would not use this excuse to take down Parol.

Parlor couldn't hold back at first and made a lot of money from smuggling, and also gained a lot of talents and hearts by calming down the victims. But in the end, he realized a glimmer of possibility in the future.

Only then did Derek advocate to Pope Will to initiate war in advance to solve domestic problems.

At this time, Will also felt that the chaos in the domestic environment was somewhat beyond expectations. If it continued, the coalition's strength against Yaxia would be greatly reduced.

But he would rather bear this loss, or rather pass the loss on to his teammates, than start a war in advance. It is obvious that he is determined to win Parol.

Although Parlor is young, his IQ is indeed not bad. He easily understood Will's hidden meaning, and suddenly felt as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

Parlor gritted his teeth, stood up and walked around in a circle. He walked around for half the afternoon tea, making Derek feel dizzy before he stopped.

He stood in front of Derek and looked with piercing eyes: "'Karl', we can't go. Do you think Yashai can come?"

When Derek heard what he said, a very complicated and indescribable meaning flashed in his eyes, but on the surface he showed what he should show. He stood up suddenly and said in surprise and horror: "You, you want..."

Parlor glanced at him with a sinister look, clenching his hands secretly, "Yes, I want to expose the information about the coalition forces, and even "our" intelligence to Yashai if necessary.

I don’t believe that Yaxia can resist not attacking first!”

"In terms of seniority and blood, Will is still my grandfather. He won't let me live, and I won't let him have an easy time!"

Derek tried his best to dissuade him at the right time: "But, no matter what, Winkrel also has Down syndrome..."

Parlor sneered, interrupted Derek's advice, and said with a smile:

"Winkrel belongs to the Tang family, the Pope, the Poseidon Church, and His Majesty.

Only it’s not mine, it’s not mine!”

"I was born like a puppet. From the date of birth, the choice of wet nurse, every meal, the first teacher, the future partner... I can't even decide when I will die suddenly or when I will die!"

"I don't have freedom in life, and I don't have peace in death. What's the point of living?"

"Tell me, what's the point of my life?!!!"

Parlor's voice was sad, angry, helpless, and faintly filled with crazy despair, and he continued to spit at Derek with a bit of hoarseness:

"I've had enough of this kind of life!"

"Enough is enough!"

"You rushed to buy food from allied countries to appease the refugees. Do you think Will will let you die after taking the blame? Go and give an explanation to those idiots who only care about money?"

"Winkrel's loss is none of my business? It's none of your business?"

"No matter what the loss is, can I see it after I die? Can you see it after you die?"

"After I die, I won't care about the flood!"

Parlor patted Derek's shoulder hard: "'Karl', are you still ready to sacrifice everything for Will and Faith? I remember that you have two lovers and five illegitimate children?

Think about it, what will happen to you, your lover, and your illegitimate child if you die with the infamy on your back?

Even if someone is lucky enough to escape the liquidation, without your care, what kind of life can I live in this man-eating land?"

"Think carefully!" Parlor said with a hint of threat, "If I want to die, I will expose all your lovers and illegitimate children!"

When Derek heard this, a look of shock and anger appeared on his face at the right time. He pointed at Parlor and kept shouting "you, you, you", with an expression that was not far from a heart attack.

The corners of Parlor's mouth raised slightly, and he praised his wit with satisfaction. He put on a miserable and helpless expression, raised his hand and grabbed Derek's outstretched finger, pulled it back to Derek's side, and smoothed it soothingly with his other hand.

Shun Derek's back.

"Don't blame me for being cruel, I just want to live, really live! What's wrong with me!"

"You are different from me. You still have a way out, and you still have blood outside. What about me?"

Derek lowered his head dejectedly and said, "Tell me, what should I do?"

Parlor's eyes lit up and he said as tactfully as possible: "I don't want you to do anything dangerous. All you need to do is to 'accidentally' reveal that you want to buy a large amount of food from various countries when you go to the Yaxia caravan to buy food.

"

Derek: ...Geneva! Isn't this dangerous? At the very least, it's called leaking secrets. At the most serious level, if the Asshais spread the news and block grain smuggling, the coalition will be in chaos, and I still have to do it.

The crime of incompetence and the crime of provoking internal harmony within the coalition...

Derek looked at Parlor's uncertain eyes and said helplessly: "I know, I shouldn't have..."

When Parlor heard that he had surrendered, he was in a good mood and said with a hint of teasing:

"Haha, if I had known this, why did I do it in the first place? Besides, without my secret help, how could you have climbed to where you are today?

Is it just because of your ‘technique’?”

"Everything has a price."

Derek's eyes flashed with a trace of sarcasm, and he said with a miserable look on his face: "Everything has a price. Well said, well said..."

A moment later, under Parlor's gaze, Derek left the manor in a daze, wandering as if his feet were not touching the ground, and disappeared into the night.

After he was completely far away, Derek's expression suddenly changed. He turned his head indifferently towards the manor and chuckled. He called out a "Believer Panel" that should never appear on the Archbishop of Poseidon Church, and clicked on "Divinity. Sound Transmission."

"

"Hey, 9527, 9527, please reply if you receive it. Please reply if you receive it."

"9527 received, 9527 received, there is important information to report, there is important information to report!" Derek looked around and whispered.

After a clicking sound, the vicissitudes of the middle-aged voice just now was replaced by a gentle young voice:

"9527, please speak."

Derek cleared his throat, collected his thoughts, and said, "That's it..."

Derek then transferred the conflict between Pope Will and King Parlor, and incidentally also added the trend chart of the coalition forces sent to him by Parlor, as well as the general chaos in the country.

It can be said that it was completely sold out.

But anyway, it was Parol who wanted him to do it in order to induce Yashai to send troops. He would not sell it for free.

The unknown young person opposite was silent for a long time. Just when he thought the person on the other side was leaving, the gentle voice came out:

"Very good, 9527, you did a great job!"

After a pause, the gentle voice continued: "Hughes, please be safe. The motherland and your relatives are waiting for you to return home. Please answer when you receive it. Over."

Hearing this long-lost title, "Derek" showed a trace of sadness, a trace of a wry smile, and a trace of reminiscence on his face, and the corners of his eyes became moist unconsciously:

"Hughes got it, Hughes got it! Over."
To be continued...