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Rotia took Belar away from this cramped room. The latter's mind was so confused that he was completely in a state of absent-mindedness and could only follow Rotia.

When he came to his senses, he found that he was walking on the street. Specifically: wearing that pajamas - the texture of this pajamas is pretty good, but when he was wearing it in broad daylight, he was a little reversible when walking on the street - holding Rotia's hand in his hand, walking in the middle of the street as if no one was around.

"Where are we going?"

"The temporary palace, the residence of the former regent." Rortiya replied.

"Oh, I thought...didn't you say that you would give Prime Minister Ellen a headache for a while?"

"I've had a headache for a long time. If our Prime Minister Ailin has not had a cerebral hemorrhage yet, it's the will of the gods. What can I do if a mortal like me do?" She suddenly smiled at Beller ambiguously. "I thought Ash Rufate was crazy, but I didn't expect there was something more exaggerated than him."

Berel immediately realized that Rotia's words were suggestive.

"Can I ask why you give your private money to the country as military expenses?" Rotia asked in a low voice. "I remember this time the church tried to convince... and also gave quite a lot of benefits."

"You may not know how bad the financial situation in our country is..." Berel sighed in a low voice. "After all the time, our country has devoted itself to the Battle of Kalean before, and the losses are too heavy."

"Oh, since that's the case, why don't you just hand over your annual income to the treasury?"

"Ha, ma'am, you must understand that such behavior is extremely stupid. Although I am willing to share the worries of the country, I cannot buy it with money to hate it."

"Oh, I really don't understand." Rotia replied half-truely. "You mean someone will be jealous?"

"It's not that I'm jealous, it's a very simple truth." Belle replied patiently. He had already divided his spiritual observation around. "The first time I did this, it would definitely make everyone full of gratitude. But it doesn't take a few years. This gratitude will disappear without a trace. Everyone will take it for granted. If I stop this one day, His Majesty the King will probably be furious..." Belle shrugged, "According to a philosopher, humans are weak, ungrateful and unrighteous... There are no one in all humans who can escape from this nature. I admit that this statement is a bit harsh, but it's not without reason."

"Haha." Rotia said with a charming smile. On the surface, she was holding Berel's arm, but in fact she was leading Berel forward. It was no wonder that Berel was not familiar with the roads in the Hawk City and could only follow Rotia's direction.

He also noticed that Rotia's identity is not as simple as the "store owner". Because he found that five or six seemingly tough people were following them in the crowd. These people kept a very clever distance from him. If they were a careless person, they might have mistakenly thought it was just accidental.

Although Belar is a complete nobleman, he has heard of the situation of the underground world of big cities. The situation in these dark worlds should be similar to the whole world, and the city of Hawks is no exception.

Rotia was able to do such a blatant and bold move, which shows that she should not be the boss's mistress. But after all, she is a woman... and a woman with little combat power... and in this regard... Berel knew that in these underground worlds, chastity, ethics and other things are far less important than money, and all human moral norms may not be universal.

For a big business, let the mistress come out to accompany other men... This is impossible for ordinary businessmen, nobles and even civilians, but it is hard to say for those gang leaders.

"Ms. Rotia, your subordinates are very good." Berel tentatively said. "Last night, they discovered that my situation was not good in time, right?"

"Haha. You are saying everywhere that you are an amazing wise man, but you didn't expect you to care about your own safety at all." Rotia did not refute, which acknowledged Belar's previous speculation. "You should feel lucky."

"Not only lucky, but also honored," Belle replied. Wait, the queen's temporary tutor... a gang leader in the underground world... a prosperous street that can become a treasure trove of gangs... a hotel with a prosperous business... a spyman who is constantly missing in the city of Eagle... all of these things seem to have no connection at all, but a sudden flash of inspiration in Belle's mind, and a thought suddenly penetrated all these clues and gathered an answer.

"Ms. Rotia, can I ask a small question?" Berel asked with a smile. "Our little queen must have done a lot of effort if you can get the current status. Oh, maybe she hasn't done anything, but you must have done a lot of effort."

"Haha, you can say that." Rotia glanced at Belar. "Mr. Belarus seems to want to know something."

"Oh, unfortunately, I don't have the money to buy the news I need." Berel said deliberately.

"Ah, no, I found that my thoughts were a little bit different just now." Rotia said. "Actually, it doesn't matter whether you have money or not."

"Would you like to send me free messages?"

"As long as your income is real, that's fine. Yes, yes, with your credit, you can borrow money! Any chamber of commerce will be happy to lend it to you." She grabbed Beller's arm and walked in another direction.

Beller did not resist much, and let her drag her to the other side.

"Speaking of this, our country's spies have disappeared a lot in Eagle City..."

"Haha, such a big city of Eagle and Falcon, and such a big Lunqing River, how many people have not drowned one day?" said Rotia. "The unlucky guys who are obviously not good at water but are walking by the river and are unfortunately miserable. And this kind of fool is dead. Then again, it would be strange if no one drowned one day."

"In this way, Ms. Rotia's territory...is more than this street?"

"This is 'Flower Street'. I used to be here, but now I can go to the whole city at will..."

No wonder, if the underground world is colluding with the above world... even the secret spies who have received relevant training will find it difficult to completely hide their whereabouts. Because in theory, it is almost impossible for all the courts that place the country first and the underground world that puts the interests first... to be united.

Berel turned his head and glanced at the one on his side. The one with a strong body, bald tattoo, wearing a sleeveless leather armor, and a scary-looking machete at his waist. His hands were always on the hilt of the machete. In a word, the man exuded the smell of "I'm in danger, don't get close to me", and passers-by instinctively avoided him.

This is also a proof. Theoretically, the escort force of any city - of course, refers to the official escort force - will not allow such openly carrying weapons to walk in broad daylight. In a big city, there is usually a certain area to accommodate such people, but this area is obviously not.

Beller had already keenly noticed something. In fact, the political power maps of various parties in the Eagle City that he had conceived before had changed unknowingly.

"Ash Rufate... has a conflict with Alinn?"

"This is inevitable. The old man is very conservative. As long as he is not from a noble family, he will be hostile to him." Rotia replied casually. "You have met him yesterday, so can't you see this at all?"

"I thought he was pretending," said Beller.

"What do he need to pretend?" Rotia asked. "Those guys... were full of their minds to restore the city of Hawks to its original state... to restore the way the previous king was. If it weren't for their true lack of a suitable candidate now, it would probably be difficult for Ashrufate to go on a war to resist the barbarians this time."

Berel firmly remembered the details revealed in Rotia's words. When he played against Rotia face to face, he might not be his opponent. But if he was looking for information revealed inadvertently from the other party's words, he was a real master.

"However, this time, Ailin's mishandling was so dangerous that he would temporarily feel shameless and let it go for a while." Berel said.

"That's right, so you see, the evil god believers will do some good things by chance."

"You think it's a good thing for me to be killed?"

"Of course not. I'm just happy to see every setback that Ellen has suffered. Then again, Lord Beral, you have to know that if you die in the Falcon City, Ellen must resign to apologize. Although I think even so, Tiberius... will not accept it."

"If I die, even if there is no war between the two countries, the coalition will fail." Berel replied on the matter. "This means that even in the best case, Groney and the barbarians will lose the help of tens of thousands of allies. So you should not think so. In the war, these 20,000 people may determine the strength and weakness."

"Haha, I don't care about this. Even if I lose the war, the church will mobilize coalition forces from all over the country."

"Then I am really sorry, dear Ms. Rotia, the strength of the church is not as strong as you think." Berel said with a smile.

"Oh, I always thought the church was omnipotent. At least, they also had the Holy Knights."

"There is no more Sacred Knights." Berel sighed softly. When it comes to this, he always can't help but sigh. "Since the last large-scale invasion and finally destroyed Oren City, no new Sacred Knights have been produced. So there is no Sacred Knights. Speaking of which, I have a vague feeling. Did the Sacred Knights appear specifically to deal with vampires? Because before the Battle of Kalean, the Sacred Knights continued to appear. However, as soon as the Battle of Kalean was over and after the Vampire clan was destroyed, this situation completely disappeared. And now, it can't even find a few Sacred Knights to support the facade."

"The will of the gods is unpredictable." Rotia did not have Berel's experience, so she didn't care about this matter at all.

While speaking, they had already arrived at the office of a chamber of commerce - not the branch of Eagle City, but the office located on the street of Flower Street. A staff member came out to greet him, and Rotia quickly made her request.

"Sorry, Mr. Belle cannot do this. Ms. Rotia," the clerk knew Rotia—and how could he not? "Because Mr. Belle is already in debt, we cannot borrow money to him. Sorry, but this is the provision of our chamber of commerce."

"High debt?" Rotia turned to look at Beller beside her.

"Look," Berel seemed helpless to spread his hands. "This responsibility is not with me. You seem to have never asked about this. In order to raise funds, I not only took out all my property, but also borrowed a large sum of money."

Rotia smiled, her smile so sweet that it made Berel hesitate for a short time.

Then the next moment, taking advantage of the other party's hesitation, Rotia kicked the man between his legs.
Chapter completed!