Dancing is not allowed on the grave

After simply treating the wound, Willow stood up and moved her limbs.

Seale packed the medicine box: "Where are you going next?"

He heard the conversation between the two at the door. It was the king who betrayed Willow, and it was obvious that she would never return to the palace.

When Syl came back, Willow thought about it: "The General's Mansion."

"The General's Mansion?" Searle frowned. "Before I came in, a man in military uniform had just left here. Wodehouse seemed to call him the General."

Willow froze for a moment, then shook her head after a while: "The general is also under the control of Wodehouse. Kyle is a responsible officer. If the Chamber of Commerce cuts off the supplies, his soldiers will not be able to eat. But he is still worthy of trust. Yes, at least you won't betray me."

Syl scratched his head and thought a little embarrassedly: I just came to cut off the supplies.

"What about after that?" Searle then asked, "What are you going to do? Hiding at the general's house all the time?"

Willow shook her head: "You don't need to know that."

Her wariness didn't disappear completely, she just said softly: "If my bastard brother really did something good, I will definitely let him know what life is better than death."

Syl thought for a while: "He is the king, even if his power is emptied, he will be protected by a large number of guards, right? What can you do with him?"

To be honest, even the assassination of Wodehouse Seale took a lot of work.

The guards inside and outside his mansion are so tight, let alone the palace where the king lives.

"I'll find a way." After saying this, Willow turned around and left the room, walking towards the long corridor.

The guards near the mansion had been dealt with by Syl. He wasn't worried, and didn't say anything. He jumped through the window from the other side to the ground of the first floor and sneaked into the night.

On the way back to Karami after leaving the imperial capital, Syl made another trip to Ulysses.

Jacob was checking the inventory, when he saw Syl walk in, he quickly looked around and closed the door.

"How is it? Is there any problem with my information?"

"no problem."

Hearing what Syl said, Jacob suddenly felt something was wrong again.

When the boy found him, he asked if there was any way to prevent Ferdinand from attacking Karami.

Jacob is a businessman with a low sense of national honor. He does all kinds of business. As for information, since the other party offered enough price, of course he was not stingy to deliver the information he knew.

In fact, he doesn't like fighting, because wartime turmoil will lead to a decline in the profits of many industries, and the army needs them to provide supplies. A few days ago, the Emperor's Metropolitan Chamber of Commerce collected a group of merchants' food, grass, armaments, tobacco, alcohol, and even meat to send to the army. .

So he told Syl, if Ferdinand wants to attack Karami, the best way is to start with the Royal Capital Chamber of Commerce.

Afterwards, based on Searle's questions, they successively provided some information about the Royal Capital Chamber of Commerce and its president.

The swordsman left after getting the information, and now he came back to look for him, and said that there was no problem with the information, which made Jacob a little curious: "What did you do? Did you really mess up the Chamber of Commerce?"

"No." Syl thought for a while, and said straight to the point, "Can you lend me some money?"

Jacob was immediately alert: "?"

"How much do you want to borrow? What are you borrowing for? When will you pay it back?"

"50 gold coins."

"50?" Jacob raised his eyebrows.

To him, 50 is not much, but it is already an astronomical figure for ordinary people.

"What are you going to do? With so much money, no one can guarantee it for you. When you disappear, who will I ask to collect the debt?"

Syl scratched his head, "I'll return it soon, how about I leave you an address?"

"Who knows if the address is real or not? And 50 is enough for you to buy a new mansion."

This is a little tricky.

Syl thought for a while, and made a condition: "How about this, you lend me 50, and the Royal Capital Chamber of Commerce will be handed over to you for management."

Anyway, after he bought the Chamber of Commerce, he also lacked a manager.

Jacob: "???"

"Really, you believe me." Syl continued to lobby, "I borrowed this money to buy the Royal Capital Chamber of Commerce, and when I buy it, I will let you be the president."

Jacob: "..."

The businessman was silent for a long time, and asked aloud, "Why don't you say that you are a descendant of Nathaniel's royal family, and you want me to lend you a sum of money to restore the empire, and then make me a great hero?"

Syl thought for a while, then nodded slowly: "What you said makes sense."

He held out his hand: "I am Prince Nathaniel, give me the money quickly."

Jacob: "..."

Seale was joking, of course, and Jacob didn't believe it.

In the end, he asked Syl to use the dark element crystal as collateral to lend 50 gold coins.

【Successful purchase! 】

[Congratulations on obtaining the management rights of the Royal Capital Chamber of Commerce! 】

[Achievement: Royal Chamber of Commerce]

[Please enter the chamber of commerce interface to manage your chamber of commerce members, business items, and trade routes. 】

[Your Chamber of Commerce has important vacancies, please appoint them in time. 】

Syl clicked on the member management interface, and the vacant one was the president.

Three days later, Jacob received a notice from the Royal Chamber of Commerce.

There is only a short line on the letter: report to my office tomorrow.

Jacob: ? ? ?

It took Syl a few days to fully grasp the operation of the Royal Capital Chamber of Commerce, and after appointing Jacob as the new president, he drove the carriage back to Karami.

By the way, the 50 gold coins he borrowed from Jacob have already been repaid with the proceeds from the Royal Capital Chamber of Commerce, and there is still a lot of surplus, which are used to build fishing grounds, hotels, upgrade blacksmith shops, troops and trade unions, and lay roads Roads to mines, and walls built around Karami.

The current Karami has undergone a facelift, and apart from the still small population, it can already be called a city in terms of city defense construction.

On Ferdinand's side, because the Royal Capital Chamber of Commerce cut off supplies, the military and the royal family are dealing with Jacob, and there is no further attack for the time being.

However, as soon as he walked into Karami, Syl got the news that the capital of Augustine had fallen.

It is said that the Holy See sent a team of elite warriors to escort the Holy Light Mage to sneak into the imperial capital, and jointly released high-level magic on the outskirts of the city, destroying nearly half of the imperial capital, and the royal family was almost destroyed. Only the king, queen and a few nobles were protected by the city guards. Retreat safely and leave the capital.

And the mages outside the city were unscathed under the protection of the warrior's heavy shield.

The Holy See of the Holy Light quickly sent people to occupy the imperial capital, while Augustine's rulers withdrew to the rear. However, the fleeing royal family could no longer control the situation of the war, and could only survive and retreat steadily.

It is said that the main battlefield of the Holy See has now moved to Angus City.

The Duke of Angus originally wanted to launch a rebellion, but he did not expect that the royal family had already fallen before he started, and his city became the last land belonging to Augustine in the northern part of the empire.

As for the southern region, if Ferdinand hadn't invaded, sooner or later it would have been acquired by the Holy See of the Holy Light.

After careful consideration, Syl decided to borrow a group of people from Lancelot to come to the town to speed up the construction of the city defense and army, so as not to be caught off guard.

——Walking into the demon king's bedroom, a sweet fragrance filled his nostrils.

There is a pot in the hall of the palace, surrounded by teacups, teapots, brooms and bookshelves. Lancelot is standing aside, flipping the pages of the book, throwing ingredients and seasonings into the pot, and scooping up the soup from time to time. taste.

Searle: "..."

It's almost a world war on the ground, and Lord Demon King is really leisurely.

Before he approached, he heard the bookshelf's promise: "I remember most clearly, Your Highness used to like to eat this dish, and often pestered the chef in the palace to ask him to cook a small stove for himself, just stew this."

The book that Lancelot turned over was the cookbook of Nathaniel's old palace chef.

The teapot interjected, "That's right, His Highness still likes to eat dumplings, and the chef will add this every time he cooks."

Lancelot raised his eyebrows, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

He bought the ingredients for this pot of soup from the ground, and he brought back a large amount of each, but there was nothing like this on the list at the time.

"I just remembered." The teapot shrank back and hid behind the bookshelf.

Searle's current agility can already hide from Lancelot's perception at medium and long distances, but it is still easy to be spotted when he gets close, so as soon as he enters the dangerous range, he rushes forward and crashes into Lance who is turning around. In Lott's arms.

The man hugged him, "Your Highness, you scared me."

Syl took a sniff and asked, "What are you cooking?"

"I heard from them that His Highness used to like to eat this in the palace, so I'll cook a pot and try it." Lancelot scooped up a spoonful and fed it into his mouth.

The heat of the food and the rich soup melted on the tip of the tongue, and there was a faint, sweet aroma of wine. Searle squinted his eyes. He didn't remember whether he had tasted this dish, but it was indeed a very good taste.

"Like it?"

"I like it." Syl nodded vigorously, then looked into the cooking pot again, "I want more."

Lancelot's eyes darkened slightly, and he ordered the attendants to fetch bowls and spoons.

"I went to the ground two days ago, why didn't I see His Highness?" He said as he led Syl up the high steps and didn't stop until he was in front of the throne.

"I was in Ferdinand two days ago." Seale explained.

"Oh." Lancelot sat on the throne, hugged Syl on his lap, wrapped his arms around his narrow waist, put his head on his neck, and sniffed carefully, "What are you doing there?"

The attendants had already taken bowls and spoons, filled with soup and ingredients and brought them up.Seale talked to Lancelot about what happened on the ground these days while eating.

The bowl quickly ran out, Lancelot interrupted him, and asked softly, "Do you want more?"

"More."

The servants filled up the empty bowls again.

The aroma of wine in the soup was refreshing, and Searle was a little dazed, his eyes gradually blurred, as if covered by a layer of fog.

By the time the whole thing was told and the whole pot of wine and vegetables had been eaten up, he was already hot and groggy, and realized that he was drunk.

He didn't drink much before, and he didn't know that he could drink so badly.

Lancelot pinched his blushing face and asked softly, "Do you want more?"

Syl replied in a daze: "More."

"Then you can only eat in my room." The handsome face of the man in front of him moved closer, and gently rubbed against his warm ear, "Is that okay?"

"Okay." Searle agreed, putting his arms around Lancelot's slender neck. He felt that he was in a strange state at the moment, as if he was awake, but at the same time he seemed very unconscious.

He actually knew what Lancelot wanted to do, but when he was put on the bed, he still muttered something.

Lancelot was helping him take off his shoes and socks, but he couldn't hear clearly: "What did your Highness say?"

"I said..." Syl pursed his lips, as if he felt aggrieved, "People die for money, but they also die for food... hiccup."

Lancelot found it funny: "Your Highness wants to eat so much, I didn't count on you."

He leaned over and felt that his majesty looked so cute when he was drunk, so he couldn't help but nibbled on his limp, glowing red face.

Searle put his arms around him and shouted in a daze, "Lancelot."

"Ok?"

"I really like you."

The devil immediately decided to build a wine cellar in the palace.