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"Kneel down!"

Dalton yelled at him, "Swear!"

"I, I swear."

“Say it! From now on, everything will be for the sake of the family and for Rita.”

"Ignaz will definitely prioritize his family and Rita from now on."

"You should prioritize yourself."

"And even more so...father?"

Ignaz looked up at him blankly.

"Family is important, and Rita is important too."

"But nothing can compare to you, my child."

Dalton struggled to help Ignaz up: "You are my everything. Promise me you'll value yourself the most."

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Inside the Prince's mansion, Chavel was sitting alone, drinking alone in silence.

One glass after another, he not only didn't get drunk, but became increasingly sober.

"hateful!"

He smashed the cup violently: "Get out, all of you, get out!"

The maids were terrified, their faces pale. They had never seen His Highness the Prince so angry.

"You bastard, you bastard!"

"Your son is so capable, you must be very proud of yourself now, right?"

"Not only did he steal the woman I loved, but even my son became a super strong person."

"Hahahaha!"

"I, a prince, have actually been utterly defeated by you?"

Thinking about his child's good-for-nothing behavior and the news he had recently received, Chawell felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

"My friend, why are you so angry?"

"who!"

He stood up abruptly, and after recognizing who had suddenly spoken, Chawell couldn't help but frown.

"Bach, what brings you here?"

"I wanted to have a chat with His Highness, but who knew..."

“You should come in openly, Bach. Considering you’ve helped me a few times before, I’ll cover for you this time.”

Chavel said calmly, "You should know that you are in a very bad situation right now."

"..."

Bach suddenly laughed: "Your Highness, I knew I hadn't made a mistake in befriending you."

"However, please rest assured."

"The 'Blood Eagle Bach' that the Seventh Agency is keeping an eye on is at home reading the newspaper. Nobody knows I've come to chat with you."

"Oh?"

Chavel looked Bach up and down for a moment: "Looks like I was worrying for nothing. You're doing pretty well, it turns out."

"I wouldn't say it's carefree."

Bach shook his head: "I'm just living one day at a time now, who knows when I'll 'die in the line of duty'."

"It's really come to this?" Chawell was somewhat incredulous.

"It's worse than you imagine. After all, His Majesty's health is really failing."

"Shut up!"

Chawell's expression changed drastically: "Why are you telling me this! Are you trying to harm me?"

"How could that be? Your Highness and I are friends."

"Hmph, hurry up and leave, hurry up and leave, I have nothing to say to you."

After Bach said those words, Chavel had already sentenced him to death in his mind.

The little bit of friendship they had shared vanished without a trace. His Highness the Prince put on a stern face and prepared to call for his guards.

"Your Highness, please don't rush to send me away. I actually came here specifically to relieve your worries."

"You? Haha, what worries can you possibly solve for me?"

“For example, assassinating Earl Dalton,” Bach said casually.

Section 628, Chapter 627: Alien Insects

"Assassinate Dalton?"

Chavel was taken aback at first, then sneered: "Impossible, my brother would never allow you to do that."

"Your Highness, this is something I want to do myself, and I don't need His Majesty's permission."

Bach smiled slightly: "Don't worry about the Seventh Agency. I was able to evade their spies today, and I can do it again in the future."

"..."

Chavel's expression was uncertain; after a moment of silence, he shook his head.

“No, the older generation of nobles all know about my feud with him. If Dalton gets into trouble, many people will quickly think of me.”

His Highness sighed, "I cannot trouble my brother."

"Times have changed. If something were to happen to that count, the nobles would definitely not think of His Highness first!"

"You mean, Marquis Yog?"

Bach nodded: "As long as the timing of the assassination is right, everyone will think that the Marquis did it, and you will have no suspicion of it."

"The Marquis of Yog..."

Chavel frowned: "Wouldn't it be even more troublesome if we dragged her into this?"

"Her henchmen are no pushovers. Can you guarantee they won't trace you back to you?"

"I promise!"

Bach asserted, "I have done it flawlessly; Viper will not be able to find me!"

"..."

Seeing that Cháwell remained silent, Bach added fuel to the fire: "Alas, Your Highness, you were handsome and dashing in your youth, and of high status. Why did that person choose Dalton?"

"The hatred of having one's wife stolen is irreconcilable!"

“Dalton, he has qualities that I can’t match,” Chalwell said coldly.

Bach stared at him in disbelief, never expecting the prince to say such a thing.

"More than twenty years have passed, and I've become indifferent to those romantic relationships."

Chawell took two more wine glasses from the cupboard and filled them with wine.

“I hate Dalton, not because the person I liked chose him.”

"Ah, of course, I did hate him for that at first, but later..."

Chavel handed his glass to Bach, who downed his own in one gulp and burst into laughter: "That wasn't the case later!"

"Oh?"

Bach carefully took a sip of the wine. Hmm, thankfully, it wasn't poisoned.

“His son didn’t show any martial arts talent at first, so Dalton wanted to pave the way for his future and came to me.”

Why would I be looking for you?

Bach was truly astonished. He could have asked anyone else, but why did they have to ask Chawell?

“I was already a senior officer in the Violet Legion at the time, and Dalton wanted his son to join the Legendary Legion to gain prestige and strengthen ties with the royal family.”

Chalwell scoffed, "Of course I refused, and that didn't surprise him."

“That wasn’t his original purpose in coming to me.”

His Highness looked on with a look of reminiscence: "After I refused, that guy suddenly knelt down before me and begged me not to lay a hand on his son in the future."

“‘You can do whatever you want to me, but please, please don’t hurt my child!’ I remember it clearly; that’s what he said.”

"Did you agree?" Bach asked.

“I agree. No matter how bad I am, I wouldn’t take my anger out on a child.”

"After I gave him a thorough dressing down, I kicked him out the door."

“It’s strange. I insulted him like that, but because I promised not to hold his child against me, he thanked me instead.”

"At that moment, I suddenly understood her choice," Chawell said in a deep voice. "Although I haven't completely let go, I understand her decision."

"..."

"Your Highness"

Bach looked puzzled: "But you still hate Dalton, don't you? Now that you've forgiven him, why do you still hate him?"

"I can't explain it myself."

Seemingly finding the answer amusing, Chawell couldn't help but laugh.

“I’ve hated him for over twenty years, but if you ask me why I hate him… I really can’t say.”