Chapter 268: 113. Moderation_2
Fisher raised his eyebrows but didn’t imdiately respond to Dexter’s question. Instead, he smiled and said,
“Since the Prince has confird that your brother is involved in terrorist acts, couldn’t you simply place him under house arrest and interrogate him yourself for more clues?”
After hearing this, Dexter sighed, leaned back in his chair, and held up a finger to Fisher,
“Mr. Fisher, let talk to you about the current situation in the Golden Palace. First of all, my father’s health is in very poor shape; he hardly deals with political matters anymore. But as long as he lives, he remains King Gedelin IX of the Nali Empire, and he is also my father.”
“The King’s recent behavior has been strange, his lifethreatening condition has greatly altered his temperant. He shows no interest in the political matters I report to him daily, and he stays shut in his sleeping quarters all day long. He used to join us for dinner, but now we hardly ever see him. I have no idea what he’s doing in his chamber…”
“Elizabeth can’t be involved in political affairs and though she doesn’t communicate with a lot, she is faithful to her duties; Isabella and Serek are still young and their influence on political affairs is negligible; only Lunxis dares to take an alternate path, pinning his hopes of ascending the throne on such disreputable thods. Although I hold complete financial power now and will continue to be the one who takes over the great control in the future, after all, my father is still alive…”
Dexter let out a sigh, propped his chin with his hand, and looked at Fisher with a hint of lant,
“People often say that the story of a hero ends in middle age, because once you reach old age, illness, and death surround you like Bone-attaching Maggots, perverting any noble will the hero once had, turning him into the very thing he once despised… I cannot believe that Lunxis would act in such a way without the King’s will backing him, especially after hearing the content of his earlier conversation. Mr. Fisher, I don’t want to be an unfilial son, so it would certainly be best to deal with Lunxis’s matter quietly…”
“The night before you resigned, the Hidden Affairs Bureau discovered that there were other intruders at Saint Nali University. The fleeing demi-human female student was not actually the real reason for your resignation, was it? The person who launched the attack that night is the one who prompted your resignation…well, Mr. Fisher, after hearing all this, can you tell who the person colluding with Lunxis and attacking the Schwali Delegation really is?”
After listening to Dexter’s words, Fisher pondered for a mont, then dipped his finger in the milk in his cup and wrote the na “Pink Hall” on the table.
He didn’t directly reveal that Blake was the real mastermind. If the other side was in cahoots with Blake, it could only be inferred that Fisher actually only knew the superficial information and was unaware of the Healing Room and Blake who manipulated the exploration company behind the scenes.
But Dexter looked at the na only briefly before he gently waved his hand over the table surface. This ti, the ring on his little finger shone with an eerie light, instantly swallowing up the Trace left on the table and turning it into a wisp of white mist that disappeared on the spot.
At the sa ti, his expression also grew very grave. Evidently, from the single word “Pink Hall” written by Fisher, he saw the massive network behind it. He raised his head to look at Fisher and asked,
“Mr. Fisher, do you know who stands behind this entertainnt establishnt?”
Fisher didn’t answer him but looked up and asked in return,
“Is Prince Dexter afraid?”
“…Haha, not really, I am just confirming whether Mr. Fisher is aware of the specific reasons…”
After seeing Fisher’s expression, Dexter breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a cup beside him, and drained the slightly cooled milk in one gulp, then said,
“When he was young, he built this empire, which is now being driven forward, with my father. Back then, they were close friends who shared everything, and I saw him many tis when I was a child… I just didn’t expect that, in the end, he would choose Lunxis over .”
“Perhaps he doesn’t care who he chooses at all; he just wants to achieve his own goals.”
“Ha, you’re right; I shouldn’t care about that… If it’s Blake, let think, there will be a charity event in the Healing Room this weekend, which Lunxis will attend… Oh, that seems to explain it…”
Dexter’s voice was steady, and without Fisher having to say much, he could guess a lot of things on his own,
“I see. It seems this weekend’s charity banquet will be quite lively… One last question, Mr. Fisher, after I ask it, I will leave and won’t disturb your good fortune. In fact, in so ways, I might actually help you a lot, as Lunxis probably won’t set foot outside the Golden Palace after this weekend.”
“Please, go ahead.”
“Is the person Lunxis is looking for the demi-human girl who fled from Saint Nali University?”
After hearing Dexter’s question, Fisher didn’t answer straight away; instead, as if suddenly rembering sothing, he retorted,
“I heard that Prince Dexter recently received an anonymous letter, congratulating you on your thirty-fourth birthday. I was told it was from a demi-human…”
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