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Chapter 67 Take everything from me

Prince Naruhito of Ming Palace felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He looked at the inhuman red eyes in the picture, and the prince's face trembled uncontrollably as the joy turned to fear.

"No...I don't want it! I won't trade anymore! Guard! Where is the guard?!"

The prince was frightened to the extreme. He climbed up from the tatami on his hands and knees and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Someone wants to kill me! The madman brought by that old dog Hideyuki Furuno is coming to kill me!"

There is naturally no shortage of guards stationed in Prince Naruhito's palace.

Several beautiful women holding samurai swords were guarding the surroundings of the main hall, but strangely, they turned a deaf ear to the prince's plea for help at this moment.

The expressions on the faces of the guards looked dull and dazed at this time.

"Asshole! Go and turn off that terrible picture for me!"

Prince Deren raised his palm and slapped the nearest charming woman hard: "What on earth are you playthings doing?!"

"Don't be so angry."

The sound of chalk rubbing against the wall suddenly sounded behind the prince, and the black marketeer's chuckle echoed in the man's ears: "I just temporarily bought their willingness to protect the royal family."

The door was pushed open, Wen Zaiyan put the chalk into his pocket, reached out and pulled out the prince who was hiding behind the woman.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a perverted maniac who kills people casually."

The black marketeer had a kind face: "In order to resolve the misunderstanding and make the transaction go smoothly, I decided to take you to understand what the 'value of the transaction' is."

Lao Wen snapped his fingers, and under Prince Naruhito's horrified gaze, gray fog suddenly rose in the luxurious palace.

The turbid and dirty dust and mist just gathered together and turned into thick dark clouds that covered the sky. The steel factory reaching the sky was looming in the clouds.

Ancient Victorian times, the heart of Great Britain.

The prince looked at the changing scene and was at a loss. The businessman wearing a round-brimmed top hat had already stepped forward.

Wherever the two looked, they were all numb and tired serfs. The machines from the deep ground grinded people's flesh and blood day and night. The nobles set a poll tax, and the poor who lost their strength due to lung disease were pushed off the island. , turned into mud and no one cares about it.

"For the poor who are about to die from exploitation, I will give them the dignity and strength to live."

Lao Wen stopped next to a young man who was about to die. The businessman tapped his cane, and the young man's eyes lit up. He pulled Lao Wen's trousers and agreed to the terms of the contract.

"And the reward he promised me is the fruitful fruits of justice and ideals."

Time began to fast forward, and the boy who gained power launched an uprising.

Ironically, after several rounds of negotiations, the former uprising leaders who opposed heavy taxes and deep-seated machines turned into a cruel and ruthless new aristocracy.

Time passes, suffering still exists, and the factory remains the same.

"As you can see, this was a failed deal."

The businessman shook his head and sighed, and took away the heart of the young nobleman during a dinner party: "Although I also got a greedy and cold heart, this thing is too common, and the value I got in the end was so cheap."

Amidst the screams, Lao Wen opened the window and threw the black heart into the smelly ditch on the roadside.

The prince's face was as pale as paper, and the splashes of mud in the stinking ditch turned into waves lapping against the side of the ship.

Tokoku, off the coast of Kanagawa.

The night was gloomy, the sea wind was howling, the turbid heavy rain collided with the cold waves, and the huge ship was swaying on the sea.

The businessman in a suit wiped the blood on his hands with a handkerchief. The two of them stood on the bow deck of the ship, watching a group of cold-looking mafia members dragging the sealed black well covered with charms.

There was a faint sound of the girl's desperate prayers and cries.

"For the cursed natural disaster girl, I will give her the shelter and peace she has longed for."

The crowd suddenly screamed, and under the illumination of the searchlight, an exaggerated shadow with no end to the horizon suddenly appeared below the sea level.The heavy giant ship looked like a plastic toy in the hands of a child in front of Longyi. It was shot into the sky and fell apart in the heavy rain.

Lao Wen conveniently grabbed the flying prince, and in the arms of the black marketeer was a trembling silver-haired girl.

"And the reward she promised me was unending loyalty."

The black marketeer smiled happily and said: "This is a very successful transaction! To this day, she has no objections to my work arrangements. She is simply the most obedient and valuable employee!"

The waves gradually subsided, the light began to fill, and the prince returned to his familiar residence.

Eastern Kingdom, Gao Tianyuan Ming Palace.

"No matter whether the transaction is good or bad, if you want to get the goods you want from me, you will naturally have to pay the corresponding 'value'. Do you understand?"

The scale that weighs human reason walked to the prince's side and gently patted the prince's cheek.

"For a power-hungry careerist like you, I will naturally go all out to help you realize the great ideal that glorifies your ancestors."

Lao Wen stared at the big order in front of him: "So you also have to show your sincerity. You get what you pay for."

"But I don't want to die. I am the most noble prince of the Eastern Kingdom. I am different from those humble common people."

The pale-faced prince whined, cold sweat flowing down his forehead:
"I can give you rights, money, and women. I will definitely provide you with the wealth you need. No matter how much money you have... please... please don't kill me..."

"You don't understand anything! What the hell..."

Just when Lao Wen was about to spray, a stench suddenly penetrated the dragon's nasal cavity, and Prince Deren was so frightened that he became incontinent...

Wen Zaiyan quickly took a step back.

The businessman covered his nose, and the young man's face looked as if he had eaten a fly.

"Sigh... It's so difficult to be an upright businessman who abides by the rules..."

Finally, Lao Wen sighed: "If you don't agree to this deal, I will naturally not do anything to buy or sell by force."

Hearing this, the young man's pale face instantly showed the joy of surviving the disaster. He opened his mouth, as if he was planning to say something...

But at this moment, Prince Deren felt a chill in his heart.

Desperate pain climbed up his spine. The prince turned his head in disbelief, only to see Furuno Hideyuki's ancient and unwavering face.

"My lord, you must protect and redeem all the people in the imperial city."

The old man whispered his wish. He turned the blade and took away the prince's last hope of survival.

Puzzled...hatred...fear...

Deren's eyes flashed with countless emotions, and then gradually dimmed again, and the prince's body slumped to the ground.

The old man's robe was dyed scarlet, and the sharp blade fell to the ground, splashing the most beautiful color in the pool of blood.

Furuno Hideyuki's body was hunched, the old man slowly raised his head, and the ambassador's voice was hoarse and firm:
"Lord Tianping, the reward has been delivered.

The black marketeer clapped his hands, and the smile on Tian Ping's face became more pure.

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The exquisite and quaint cultural showroom became empty.

Furuno Hideyuki sat there quietly, with his eyes closed. The old ambassador to Yan gently held the Yabuchun flower in his hometown, his expression was indifferent and peaceful.

The old man seemed to be asleep.

take it away.

Take my life, take my soul, take everything from me.

I just want to let the children enter that gentle hometown again.

(End of this chapter)