Just how much does this guy know?
A picture was placed in front of Eibron. It was a picture of a convoy from the Great Forest of Ufa. He raised his eyes and glanced at the prince in front of him. The latter still maintained a polite smile.
Eibron couldn't tell what he was thinking. This prince was no ordinary person.
Eibron frowned, "This might be a secret army of the Falcons. We don't know anything about them, but don't worry, we'll investigate."
Just as he was about to pick up the picture, Eibron put his hand on it and slowly moved it back.
"I believe that Your Excellency should know something. According to my understanding, the routes they take are all under the control of your country. On the contrary, we have not seen any traces of them from the north."
Hilaire said with a smile.
"Who knew there would be such a group of people? You know what happens in times of war. We don't have the energy to deal with them. Maybe they're spies from the Falcons, or maybe they're merchants trying to make a fortune from the war. "
Eibron shrugged. As long as he didn't admit to it, a picture wouldn't do anything to him.
Suddenly, Eliard frowned and hissed, saying, "Don't worry.
"There's something else I don't understand. According to the records, the drought last year affected more than sixty-five people. More than a hundred thousand people died from starvation. But this year, I noticed that your granaries are filled to the brim. As far as I know, the amount of food distributed last month exceeded your country's annual output. This is something I don't understand. "
Eibron's expression changed. Every investigator would bring up this matter, but the man in front of him gave him a bad feeling.
"It's all thanks to the king. He left enough food in reserve. As for how he did it, that's a secret of our country. I can't tell you."
Eli took out a bag from the box at the side unhurriedly.
"I think it's different from what you said. This is food I bought from a commoner."
He untied the bag, revealing wheat inside.
"This is fresh wheat. The quality is above average. It's definitely from a gunman, but in your eyes, it's nothing more than inferior food."
"I think you must have been deceived by some merchant."
The other party still had that attitude of clearly not admitting it. Eli sighed softly and took back the bag. He pretended not to care and said, "To be honest, I quite admire you. There are very few people like you who can squeeze into the title of nobility despite not having a high birth. I don't think your life should be limited to this. You still have a bigger stage to show your skills, and not in this … small place. "
Eibron understood what he meant.
"Haha, I'm not young anymore. I can't roam the world like before. When I was your age, I was still driving a carriage to do business. Haha, thinking back to that time, it was really amazing."
He said with a smile. The other party's praise made him very happy, and he immediately opened up a conversation.
Hilaire seized the opportunity and echoed, "That must be an experience full of thrills and opportunities."
"Yes, the kind that no one would believe even if I said it out loud. I've encountered many dangers. I still remember one time when I was rushing to transport goods to another city before other merchants. I took a dangerous route. Guess what I met? A group of bandits who kill without batting an eyelid. Oh, I thought I was going to die, but then I had an idea and made a deal with them … "
Eibron proudly recounted his past. He was very happy to talk about these things. In the story, he was smart, brave, and decisive.
Hilaire listened, pretending to be very interested and nodding.
* Clap clap clap *
When Eibron finished, Hilaire clapped his hands and said with admiration, "Heavens, these adventures are … far beyond my imagination. I really admire you for being able to think of a solution so calmly."
"You flatter me. It's just a little bit of cleverness and luck."
"No, no, you're too humble."
Hilaire raised his head and looked at Eibron with admiration. "I'm not surprised you're in this position. You've also solved a question in my heart."
"What question?"
Eibron immediately became alert. He held his breath and pricked up his ears to listen.
"Don't play dumb. I've seen King Kingsley. He doesn't have the ability to govern this country well. I'm guessing you've contributed a lot."
Eibron's eyes curved into the shape of the moon.
"Hahaha, how could that be? I … only contributed a little. It's nothing. Of course, I also contributed a little."
He was very happy, and it showed on his face.
Now was the time.
Hilaire's lips curved. "I wish I had someone as knowledgeable and resourceful as you by my side. Ah, it's a pity I haven't met someone like you yet."
Eibron's heart skipped a beat. As a merchant, he smelled something.
This was the fourth prince of Luyas. According to the kingdom's tradition, the eldest son should inherit the throne. However, the competition between the royals was fierce. No one knew who would win until the last nail was struck.
Eibron gulped, his breathing becoming ragged.
Compared to Luyas, Karlis was a small mountain village. It had everything, including all kinds of magic.
If … if he could assist this prince and help him become the king ….
Not to mention glory and wealth, he could even become a real aristocrat with a shake of his body. Most importantly, he could have the power he'd always dreamed of. It would be completely different from what he had now.
Ambition. Desire.
Merchants were never satisfied. Seeing Eibron's expression change, Prince Hilaire was secretly happy. For merchants, loyalty didn't exist. As long as they had enough money, they could do anything.
"I … If I'd met you before, I would've been happy …"
Eibron's face suddenly tensed up. He didn't say anything else. The prince knew something was wrong.
"What is it, Prince Eibron? Are you feeling unwell, Sir Eibron? "
Eibron shook his head silently.
Ah, the prince understood.
He raised an eyebrow and lowered his voice. "Is there something you can't say? Once you say it, you'll …"
The prince made a throat-slitting gesture with his hand. Eibron was shocked.
This prince was a talent. He definitely had the potential to become king.
What should he do?
His fear of the Demon King and his desire for wealth and status made Eibron feel conflicted. He was moved, and a crack appeared in the wall of his heart.
He panted, sweating profusely.
In the end, Eibron nodded and tapped the table with his finger. He pointed in a direction and signaled with his eyes.
Elijah looked in the direction he was pointing. Fortunately, there was no one behind him. Then he suddenly realized.
"I see. Thank you. I'll remember your help, Count Eibron."
The prince smiled and suddenly placed something on the table. Eibron looked at it. It was a magic talisman, one that was only used by the royals.
"My sister gave it to me. It saved my life many times when I was young, but I don't need it anymore."
With that, he stood up, picked up his things, and left the room.
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