7pm, Yinling District, West London.
In the brightly lit study room, a hand with clear joints held a glass bottle, pointed it at the bright gas chandelier overhead, and observed the viscous red liquid in the bottle.
"It is indeed a high-grade potion, as magnificent as a gem..."
The owner of the palm is a young man who looks to be in his mid-twenties. He does not have many fancy decorations on his body, nor does he wear a family crest, but he exudes an aura of being in a high position all year round.
After staring at the glass bottle for a long time, the young man turned to look at the figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, lifting the curtains with one hand, looking at the courtyard door, and asked aloud: "Father-in-law, can we really trust Mr. Nicholas?"
"Your Highness, I have sent people to the Kingdom of Frederick to investigate the details of the Manstein family. Accurate information will be available within a month."
The figure who was observing the gate of the courtyard turned around, and it was Baron Frederick. He said in a deep voice: "The investigation into the Manstein family is just for safety reasons. I don't think Mr. Nicholas will do anything about this matter unless They are spies sent by the Judgment God..."
"That's what I'm worried about." The young man nodded and said: "Although the Judgment Church and the Church of the Goddess of Destiny both belong to the Apocalypse Divine System, they are no longer the alliance they had two thousand years ago. Nelei Yinda, the God of Apocalypse, is still It has not arrived, and the key is missing. At this juncture, I must not make a mistake."
"Not only can you not make mistakes, but you must also work hard to climb up!" Baron Frederick said firmly: "Your Highness, the Archbishop Ubli behind your brother won the election ceremony half a year ago and became the new pope. , many officials have already turned to the eldest prince, and we have been greatly impacted. Only by taking the initiative can we gain a glimmer of hope!"
After a pause, Baron Frederic added: "As for whether Mr. Nicholas is a spy sent by the Judgment God... Regarding this matter, I have a way to detect it."
"what way?"
"Those with firm beliefs can receive blessings from the gods. As long as we let Archbishop Brandon test Mr. Nicholas, won't we know whether he is a spy sent by the Judgment God?"
Archbishop Brandon believes in Nander, the goddess of wealth. He lost the papal election half a year ago and supported the second prince Shukri. In fact, he did not lose unjustly. Wilder, the goddess of health, has the most followers and the highest prestige.
"What if the God of Judgment did not bless Mr. Nicholas?" the young man asked: "Gods do not have to share their power with believers."
"Your Highness, believers who have contributed to God are different from ordinary people who have not contributed." Baron Frederick said: "The color of their souls is different. Archbishop Brandon has a way to detect this. Archbishop Brandon told us before, didn’t you listen carefully?”
"....I must have been thinking about other things at the time."
"It doesn't matter, now you know." Baron Frederick nodded slightly, without blaming the young man, showing great patience: "As long as it is proven that Mr. Nicholas has not contributed to the gods, then we can spare no effort to win him over!"
"What if he is indeed a believer in another church, but has not contributed to God? Wouldn't the test be invalid?"
The young man thought of another possibility.
His mind was always active.
"Your Highness, any believer who is loyal to the gods must provide the power of faith to the gods. This is an active contribution that cannot be changed." Baron Frederick said seriously: "If Mr. Nicholas does not contribute the power of faith to the gods, , then there are only two possibilities."
"1. He does not believe in that god. He just joined the church. He is a believer in name, but he does not recognize the god's teachings in his heart."
"Second, he has not joined any church, so naturally he cannot contribute."
"No matter what the possibility is, it gives us the opportunity to win over him. He is a businessman. It is the nature of businessmen to pursue profits, and behind us is Nande, the goddess of wealth. Which businessman would hate wealth?"
A confident smile appeared on Baron Frederick's face: "I believe that as long as Mr. Nicholas passes the test, with the power of Nande, the goddess of wealth, we will be able to pull him into our camp!"
"That would be great." The young man played with the glass bottle and said with a smile: "Mr. Nicholas can make high-level potions. As long as he gets his help, Archbishop Brandon can increase his influence and prestige in the church. , in this way, I also have the confidence to compete for the throne..."
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It's one thing to have resources in hand, but it's another thing to convert resources into profits.
While production is important, distribution is also essential.
Why should others buy the same product from you?
It depends on the dealer's methods...
The young man, Baron Frederick, was interested not only in Ma Wei's ability to make high-grade potions, but also in the huge distribution network behind him!
"Stuer has been out for three hours, why haven't you found Mr. Nicholas yet?" The young man looked at the clock on the wall and asked doubtfully.
"I have been sending people to follow Mr. Nicholas and the others. They went to many places today, and they should be renting shops... Don't worry, Your Highness, Stull will bring him back."
"I really can't wait to see him." The young man smiled and said: "This is the best news I have heard recently, Nicholas von Manstein... This is really a good name. It sounds much nicer than Arthur.”
Arthur....
Hearing this name, Baron Frederic's eyes darkened, and a figure appeared in his mind. The figure had long blond hair, light green eyes, and a charming and handsome face. He inherited all the advantages of his mother and was dressed solemnly. wearing a black suit, remembering his deceased mother all the time.
The Kingdom of Windsor, the fourth prince, Arthur Windsor!
A last prince who was expelled from the royal capital and returned to London with his unique vision and hard work.
The fourth prince, Arthur, has shown amazing wisdom since he was a child, crushing his three brothers in all aspects. King Rhodes IV loves his mother extremely, and there are constant rumors that Rhodes IV will pass the throne to Arthur. Instead of the first crown prince....
Perhaps, it was precisely because of Arthur's dazzling light that he was killed.
"Your Highness, there is one thing that I hope you can answer truthfully."
"What's up?"
Baron Frederick hesitated for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and asked, "Did you send the murderer who killed Princess Sofia?"
"...."
The young man did not seem to expect that Baron Frederic would suddenly ask about this matter. He thought for a moment and said: "Not me."
"Really not?" Baron Frederick said quickly: "If you did it, it doesn't matter, but I hope you will tell me the truth. In this way, we can formulate a plan against the fourth prince Arthur. Plan! He’s here for revenge!”
"It's really not me..." The young man rubbed his eyebrows and said with a headache: "I was only 15 years old when Princess Sofia was assassinated! Father-in-law, at that time, I just hated Arthur as my younger brother, but I really didn't want to kill him. His mother!"
"No, it's okay if it's not, it's okay if it's not." Baron Frederick breathed a sigh of relief: "The fourth prince Arthur is a smart man. He is very cunning. He looks harmless on the surface and is quite popular among ladies, but I You can see the hidden anger in his eyes, which is the flame of revenge. He is like a soul seeking death, coming back from New Ross City and seeking revenge on all of us..."
The young man shook his head and said: "I don't think so. Arthur is an ambitious man. Many years have passed since that incident. It is impossible for him to return to the capital for revenge. I think he will compete with us for the throne. The throne is only That’s the most important thing, right?”
"Maybe, but we must be wary of him. If the murderer who killed his mother is sent by your highness, we must eradicate him. If not, then we must monitor him and wait for the opportunity."
"Yeah...waiting for the opportunity." The young man put his legs on the table, took out a cigar and lit it: "After all, Arthur is also my father's son, my half-brother, Windsor His Royal Highness, the fourth prince of the kingdom, killing him is a serious crime. If the eldest prince and the third prince are afraid of his revenge and cannot restrain themselves from taking action, we will seize the evidence...ha."
"That's it. Originally, the fourth prince Arthur should not have returned to London alive. It was only because the murderer was afraid of other eyes in the dark and did not dare to take action rashly that Arthur had the opportunity to gain power."
Baron Frederick walked to the window, looked at a carriage approaching the yard slowly, and said with deep eyes:
"His Majesty the King's health is getting worse day by day. In this sensitive period, no one dares to make mistakes. We must seize the opportunity and strive for the hope of success for ourselves!"
