There had been no news of her, and over time, even bars and teahouses stopped singing about her, and Ethan had heard her name only a handful of times over the years.
"So what is your view on justice?"
They had already reached the side of the street. Xilu lifted up the wide-brimmed lady's hat on her head and smiled at the man who followed her.
"You mean justice..."
"As you know, the Asfen family is indeed grateful to the Harwin family, but the existence of the old royal party also proves that the friendship between the ancestors is gone."
"But I heard you say that the Old Royal Party was an organization that came together on its own..."
"Ah, that's what they say, but without a core, they wouldn't have had that kind of cohesion, nor would they have been able to control the Death Tree for so many years."
"..."
"Because of the oath we made, we didn't exterminate all of Harwin's bloodline. But we did doubt them and restrict them, which was equivalent to putting them under house arrest, causing great harm to their bodies and minds."
"It's hard to say who is more right, but at the moment it's clear that they both think they are right and that they are the righteous party."
“I want to know if it were you, who would you choose to support if you put yourself in this situation?”
"Who do you think is truly just?"
Hearing these questions, Ethan frowned and fell into deep thought.
Normally he shouldn't have this reaction.
He is just an agent. A lackey-like character, touching politics is courting death. It is wisest to just say that you don't know or can't answer.
But he is in a special situation now, and those rules no longer have much binding force on him.
Princess Xilu has been guiding him. If she wants to know his attitude, he must think about it seriously.
this matter……
He thought of his father.
Heidegger, the title he had abandoned for forty years...
The mystery of forty years was finally solved today. He knew that his father might have been wrongly accused. His father... and himself, might all be pawns of the Eclipse Church.
The reason I know all this more than forty years later is entirely due to the protection the director gave me at the time.
Not Sarah.
This already somewhat disappointing country...and the systems it implements.
"I think this should be viewed in light of the facts," he said. "From the perspective of justice, whoever is more right can have more appeals against the other party."
"So which side do you support?"
"Support Asfen."
"reason?"
"The Harwin family may have suffered some unfair treatment, but in any case, using the Death Tree to continuously spread disasters is unforgivable."
His tone was extremely firm.
“No matter if the leader’s last name is Harwin or not, they must be buried with all the innocent souls who have been buried in the dead woods over the centuries!”
Xilu didn't respond this time.
She just looked quietly at the street across the street, at the crowd, with a calm expression as if she didn't hear what he just said.
"Your Highness?"
Ethan was a little unsure of her attitude.
"Agent..."
With a sigh, the girl turned her head and gave him an ambiguous look from the corner of her eye.
"You support absolute justice and absolute axioms... You believe that right is right and wrong is wrong, and fairness should not be affected by any objective factors..."
"Yes, that's right!"
"Then have you ever considered the justice of the Asfen family's existence?"
"……what?"
"That's what I'm saying."
Princess Xilu turned around, her bright black eyes sparkling in the night.
"What if everything is a lie?"
"Make way."
"Choosing a successor."
"We have received support from both the descendants of the previous dynasty and the tree people."
"Suppose these are all lies."
"In fact, it was a wild man named Torredo who forcibly combined with the descendants of the previous dynasty and usurped the royal power in this way."
"The blood of the Harwin family may exist in the bodies of all Asfen at the same time."
"We inherited the sins of our ancestors, should we also inherit another hatred at the same time?"
"After all, according to your argument, Asfen's existence is wrong."
Facing her gaze and questioning, Ethan slowly opened his lips.
At this moment, the crowd across the street broke out into a huge commotion.
Looking over there in a daze, Ethan, in shock, could only passively receive all the noise.
"My God!"
He saw a middle-aged man in a felt hat jumping out into the street and yelling.
"Your Majesty actually intends to establish Prince Tenize as the heir!"
"too crazy!"
“This is crazy!!!”
Chapter 114: The Southwesters
When Xia Yibing gathered manpower and began to cooperate with ordinary gray-clad police to block the streets, she was surprised to find that rumors had begun to spread among the crowd.
"Your Majesty wants Prince Litnize to be the successor?" She stared in surprise. "Where did this news come from?"
"I don't know." Zafira had just gotten out of the car, leaned against the car body, lit a cigarette for himself, and started puffing.
"But it is certain that there must be someone behind this who is inciting it... We have arrested some people and given warnings but still can't suppress it. This is not normal. They are not that courageous."
"So you had no choice but to come to me."
"What else?" Zafira frowned. "Captain... Boss, we are all tied together now. You can't possibly -"
"You're a little dead in the head." Xia Yibing said, "Why don't you learn from the enemy?"
Zafira: “?”
“Think about what ordinary people like to discuss most.”
"Why ask?" Zafira took another puff of cigarette. "Of course it's celebrity gossip."
"And the bigger the celebrity, the more attention they attract." Xia Yibing nodded, "Especially the princes, their rumors are the most popular."
Zafira stopped smoking and raised his hand to cover his temple, revealing two forehead wrinkles.
He had a feeling that he seemed to vaguely realize what Xia Yibing wanted to say, but he just couldn't realize it for the moment.
"Make up some gossip and spread it out." But now he didn't have time to think slowly, Xia Yibing directly broke the window paper: "For example, the private love history of several princes, their unique preferences and hobbies..."
"Of course, given the current situation, this little bit of information may not be enough to cover up the rumor." She paused again, "If that doesn't work, you can make up some 'the truth behind Naris's return'."
Is this okay?
Zafira was stunned.
"No...but this responsibility--"
"I'll take responsibility."
Can you afford it?
Zafira said nothing, but her expression undoubtedly showed this.
The princes were still just princes, they had no titles, so he didn't say anything when Xia Yibing talked about making up their "private love history" - there were many people making up stories usually, and as long as it wasn't too excessive, there was nothing he could do about it.
But that...that truth behind it, can this be made up casually?
The army besieged the city, and it might be a coup. To put it bluntly, if Naris finally took over the White Shadow Palace, this woman's actions could send herself to the gallows.
"I said, you do it."
Xia Yibing's face turned black.
"I got promoted...but you started to disobey orders?"
"I just hope you don't regret it." Zafira shook his head, put out his cigarette, opened the door and got into the car.
Of course I also know the consequences of doing so.
The woman narrowed her eyes as she watched the car drive away.
But with Nan Xinze's previous experience and Hitzfeld's remarks, I really dare not let this thing get out of control.
While she was dealing with the blockade and martial law, Hitzfeld and his team had split into two groups in the Security Bureau's underground base.
Along the way were Carlo and Torres, who went to the Intelligence Archives Department to check the information that Hitzfield wanted.
Along the way was Hitzfeld himself, plus Darent and Sister Cybertron.
They went straight to the Dream Corridor.
"This is my first time in such a weird place."
After passing through the gate of Red-haired Chris, Cybert was stuffed with several flyers by those green-haired clowns. He gritted his teeth and still felt goosebumps.
The decoration style is too weird, and the waiters are dressed too strangely.
Is this really the place where Shadow Lion does psychological treatment?
Why did she feel more like a haunted house?
"Oh, yes, you are a nightmare." Darent turned his eyes away, "You said you haven't had any psychological treatment, don't you feel... 'depressed'?"
He struggled for a long time before he could find a suitable word.
"You mean turning into a corruptor?" Cybert smiled. "No! Dream demons can devour nightmares. If I were disturbed by the emotions that come with nightmares, I would have become a complete evil monster."
"Then the dream monster only eats nightmares? Don't you eat human food?"
"Food...it's very rude of you to ask."
As we chatted, we arrived at the Dream Corridor.
Hitzfeld led the way silently. When she reached the end of the corridor, she knocked on the door and pushed the doorknob only after hearing the familiar voice "Come in".
The overall layout of the room was similar to the previous times. The cloaked man was still standing on the chair fiddling with the distillation vessels. The surrounding walls and carpets were piled with large books and bottles and jars.
——That's what she thought, until she turned her head to the left and saw that there was an extra table there, which looked like a split "T" compared to the table in front, and a tall man in a dark suit was lying on it.
"Hey! Isn't this Grim-Alex?"
Darent recognized who it was at a glance.
After all, that inky skin is too conspicuous.
"You are allowed to come to me when you have nothing to do, but others are not allowed to ask me for help?"
The cloaked man kept moving his hands and his tone sounded dry.
"If you have anything to say, please tell me now. I'm very busy now."
"He asked you for help?" Hitzfeld was attracted by this statement and frowned slightly: "...Amnesia?"
"if not."
The feedback is still dry.
