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Haven't you ever thought about these words, these words of Bach, in your daily life?

impossible.

Out of respect for his elder brother, he had kept these thoughts buried in his heart.

Now Bach has made it clear that he can no longer bury his head in the sand like an ostrich.

What's the point of saying all this?

Chavel said coldly, "That position is not something I can even think about."

"Legendary Legions are not to interfere in the Kingdom's civil war."

"This is an unspoken rule that all four dukes follow. As for Marquis Yog... why would she help that arrogant princess?"

"His Majesty's health is deteriorating. If an accident were to occur, wouldn't your opportunity come?"

"Your Highness..."

"Shut up!"

Chawell flew into a rage: "Get out! Get out of here!"

I will keep my promise to you. From now on, don't ever appear in front of me again!

Bach takes his leave.

Unfazed by Chavel's sudden outburst, Bach leisurely left the secret room.

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"Big Brother"

"Haha, what brings you here today?"

Charlie pointed to a chair: "Sit down."

"Brother, I... I've come here today to ask you for a favor."

"Why are you being so formal with your own brothers?"

Charlie looked at him in surprise: "What is it? Tell me."

"Ahem, brother, it's about Bach."

As soon as he said that, the whole room fell silent.

"......bach?"

"kindness"

Chavel dared not look at his older brother's expression, and he forced himself to continue: "Bach has always risked his life for the royal family, and he has made great contributions."

"Brother, could you... let him go?"

"..."

"You pleaded for him?"

“Bach, he helped me before.”

Chavel stammered, "I have some connection with him, so..."

“Zavier, you are a prince of the kingdom, and more importantly, you are my brother!”

"You're going to put me in a difficult position just because of that little bit of friendship between you?"

“Charwell, I’m so disappointed in you!” Charlie said coldly.

"Big brother!"

Chawell could no longer sit still; he practically jumped out of his chair.

"I promised him I would do my best, you really can't..."

"He came looking for you?!"

This time, Charlie's tone was tinged with anger.

"When and where did you meet, and what did you talk about?"

Chawell's relentless questioning ignited his rebellious spirit.

“I am your brother, not your subordinate.”

I don't want to answer that question!

"You, you think you're all grown up now, talking to your older brother like that?"

Charlie's face turned red with anger, and he stood up abruptly: "Say that again!"

"I won't tell!"

Chalwell was going all out, stubbornly sticking his neck out to the end.

"Oh, so you dare to talk back to me for that guy? When did you two become so close?"

Charlie seemed to realize something, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Chavel, does Dalton's matter have anything to do with you?"

"no!"

Chavel's heart pounded; he never expected his older brother to ask such a question.

"Really not? Look me in the eye and answer!"

This kind of thing cannot be admitted under any circumstances. Chawell has not been wasting his years in the Legends Legion.

At that moment, he looked directly into His Majesty the King's eyes and said, word by word, "I am happy that he is dead. My only regret is that his death really had nothing to do with me!"

Charlie's expression softened slightly, and he nodded.

"At least you didn't do anything stupid."

"Big brother, that Bach..."

"Let me tell you the truth, Bach must die!"

Charlie said coldly, "He knows too much. Keeping him alive is not good for the royal family."

"But I promised..."

"What does your little friendship even mean?"

"By the way, you haven't stayed in the palace for a long time, have you? Don't go anywhere these next few days, stay here and keep your elder brother company."

"Big brother, you've put me under house arrest!" Chawell exclaimed in shock and anger.

"presumptuous!"

Charlie slammed his hand on the table: "What kind of spell did that guy cast on you that you'd do this for him? Cough, cough cough cough."

His Majesty the King suddenly coughed violently and hurriedly took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth.

Chavel clearly saw that the handkerchief was instantly stained red!

He was struck dumb, his eyes wide open, unable to utter a single word.

"Guards, cough cough, lock Chawell in the solitary confinement cell!"

"He is not allowed to contact anyone without my permission!"

Section 649, Chapter 648: Sweeped Out

"Mary, I'm back!"

Hearing the familiar call, Mary immediately ran out of the flower shop.

“Cecil, I already said it would cost very little to hire someone to shovel the dirt.”

Mary looked at him with heartache. Cecil was covered in dust and looked nothing like his usual dashing self.

"It's great to move around and sweat. I used to feel groggy all the time, but now I finally feel refreshed!"

Cecil looked at the cart piled high with black soil and a satisfied expression appeared on his face: "Mary, you said the soil in that bamboo grove is very good, perfect for growing the flowers in our shop. Look, is this enough?"

"That's enough, that's enough. Our shop is small, and a whole cart full of these is too much."

"Come in and have some water!"

Mary pulled Cecil into the flower shop and quickly poured him a glass of water: "The water's hot, drink it slowly."

"Hmm, how was business this morning?"

"It's pretty good. After all, we're the only flower shop around here, so those rich ladies don't have many other options."

"It's Mary, you've managed it well."

Cecil shook his head: "This shop was on the verge of closing down, but after you took it over, Mary, you brought it back to life in less than half a month."

"Whether it's the person's skill or the store's location that matters is obvious."

“How could the previous boss only sell mass-market goods? Those girls weren’t afraid of expensive items, they were afraid of ‘ordinary’ ones.”

Mary said with a smile, "We have a huge advantage. The potted plants that were transported from the Earl's mansion have been put to good use and have opened up the market in no time."

"..."

"Honey, what's wrong?"

Seeing Cecil's mood inexplicably drop, Mary asked worriedly.

“Mary, you’re covering all the expenses now, and I, as your husband…”

"What are you saying!"

Mary interrupted Cecil, a little annoyed: "We're one now, why are you still making such distinctions? Besides, without your support, how could I, a woman, run this flower shop?"

"Hmm," Cecil hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Honey, don't be impatient. Let me say a few words as an observer."

Mary cleared her throat: "Although you and Grandpa had a falling out, and he said in a fit of anger that he would kick you out, it's impossible when you think about it carefully."