Chapter 1330 Doubt and Confusion

"I haven't found any news about the rebellion of Druzy yet. It may be that the law enforcement is not strong enough, so the turbulent elements hidden in the dark can escape our sight. All you need is your order..."

"Another big purge? Phyllis, don't forget, if we only use the black lotus as an excuse to investigate Nagareth, those old things will soon be put on the table again."

The prince's attitude made Phyllis slightly dissatisfied: "Your Highness, you have the power to do this, everyone knows..."

"I am not the Phoenix King, and I am not qualified to interfere in the internal affairs of an independent kingdom at will. Don't say similar things anymore. I hope to hear some meaningful information."

Draconil's tone was decisive. The maid has been questioned many times in recent days, and the Dragon Palace has also launched the most severe blockade in a hundred years, but no clues have been found.

The flow of personnel, the transportation of materials, and even the birds and beasts flying in the sky have been thoroughly investigated. The bottle of poisoned wine mixed with black lotus seems to appear out of thin air, allowing the maid to be inexplicably sent to the most important occasion in Caledor.

He would not use a bottle of poisoned wine as an excuse for the search. This would be too strange for anyone to see. There are many forces that want to assassinate the Dragon Prince. Even if the biggest suspect is Druzy, the remnants of Cain and the Joy Cult, the Shadow Exile Tribe, and the looting ships at sea are all suspicious targets.

"The Shadow King will understand your decision. You are the regent, equivalent to the Phoenix King. You have the power to strictly investigate all suspicious persons who threaten the stability of Ulthuan."

"But I will not agree with this approach... You still have three days. If there is no conclusive evidence, the matter will be shelved."

The dissatisfied maid left with resentment. From any angle, this must be a wave of investigation on Druzy, rather than being weak enough to believe the meaningless remarks of some maids.

The human who had been waiting for a long time walked out of the shadow of the stone pillars in the hall, looking at the pretty back leaving the hall with a subtle look.

"Your situation doesn't seem to be very good... I rarely see any prince who is troubled by an insignificant assassination."

Draconir rubbed his brows and extended his hand to invite the human to sit down in front of him.

"Maybe I appear too weak, so most people think that they can test the attitude of the current dragon court at will, don't you think, Mazov."

The human hero who showed no signs of aging, and the actual controller of the New World City, landed in front of the prince very skillfully.

"Each era requires a different way of governing. If you replace your father's duties, I don't think your rule will be much more merciful than his. It was a dark era that required a powerful way to control the overall situation. Even the most compassionate heart could not stop a ruthless blade.

But now, haha..."

Mazov smiled mysteriously, put his hands on the table, and showed understanding: "Of course we all understand that you want to get rid of his shadow. No one wants to be someone else's shadow, even if they are a father and son."

"Is this what you thought of from your long meditation? I once thought that you were in the riot sixty years ago."

"That was the hidden danger left by your father, the remnant of Guram's plan... and the hero who shed blood for Caledor in the badlands also returned to the arms of Ersun forever with the fall of the guillotine.

I watched the shouts, resistance and persistence of those brave children, and finally I could only clench my fists and feel helpless."

When saying this, Mazov's expression was calm, as if he was indifferent to his compatriots who died in resistance.

That was a period of history that could not be mentioned, which was very different from the people-friendly image that Draknir had established. Except for the backup in the palace's top-secret files, all those who knew about it except Long Lin were cleared.

Draknir waved his hand and sent out a magical message. No one would be able to enter the hall next.

The prince crossed his hands, as if he thought everything was under control.

"It's hard to believe that two hundred years ago, you were a villain who would take the general away from his hometown because of emotions... instead of the numb look you have now.

That riot must be stopped. I cannot tolerate any attempt to subvert the rule of the Dragon Court, no matter how much contribution and sacrifice they have made.

The existence of those dead people should not be made public. This will only affect the peaceful coexistence of races that my father and I have worked hard to create."

"Time will always wash away many things... I am not an elf who can treat a year as a peaceful night. Many people envy this long-lived existence, but I just want to end it all quickly."

Mazov shook his head and smiled, and his relieved eyes seemed to be tired of everything.

The human raised his head and sighed, looking at the towering but indifferent palace, feeling deeply moved.

"I guess you want to ask me who did it. I will not deny that there are forces among humans who want independence. This is one of the prices of universal education. I have reminded you before that if people are enlightened, the opposition between elves and humans will become more obvious."

"And the price is that we have the most literate workers in the world, students who can adapt to various positions... and the highest-quality human professional army."

"Sometimes civilization does not mean progress, and ignorance is also a kind of happiness..."

"You never answered my question. Do you know the origin of this bottle of black lotus?"

Draconir narrowed his eyes slightly. If Mazov said he knew, it meant that this bottle of black lotus must have come from Lustria or Naggaroth. If he said he didn't know, then he would definitely have a way to guess who it was.

Don't underestimate this human. This is what his father taught him, and his experience of dealing with him for a hundred years.

This person chosen by the four gods is more shrewd than expected.

The wine bottle was held in Mazov's hand. The human stared at the dark red liquid that was only half left inside and shook his head slowly.

"I don't know, but you must think I know... This bottle of wine flowed here in an incomprehensible form. No matter how you and Phyllis, who Imrick firmly believes in, investigate, you can't find a clue.

Besides, do you think that just a bottle of black lotus can poison the dragon prince who is protected in the conference room?"

"Interesting argument, continue."

Although there are some speculations, Mazov's strange prophetic ability is one of the reasons why Draknir trusts him. He will not do something stupid. At least before Caledor shows a decline, humans will show submission under his control.

And if the decline appears... Prince Caledor, who has a deep friendship with Mazov for a hundred years, will kill him personally.

"Perhaps the murderer didn't want someone dead, but chaos... If my guess is correct, someone in the Noble Council has already put pressure on Nagarys, asking someone who was previously at the center of their discussion to explain the recent situation."

"Marus Blackblade..."

Mazov did not comment, and pushed his chair away to indicate that he had told him what he knew, and the rest could only wait for the results.

He turned his back and spoke in a calm tone.

"Many people think you are more merciful than your father, but this is just a way of ruling... I know that I will soon leave the world after losing my value. I don't care when I die. Living is an accident.

But Catherine Boha, the tsarine with the blood of the Khan Queen, your child is the hope of Caledor, and she is also the hope of Kislev... I will not allow her to have any accidents."

"This matter has nothing to do with her, and any similar conspiracy in the future is the same. This is my guarantee. No one can interfere with the friendly relationship between Caledor and Kislev through some insidious means."

Mazov said nothing and walked out of the indifferent hall. He needed to be prepared... to use his savings of two hundred years to help Catherine lead Kislev through the upcoming darkness. (End of this chapter)