"Blue~"

The thunder whistle made a loud noise, and Drake said goodbye to the prince: "I have saved your highness, and I hope you will succeed next time you meet."

Prince Lubetsko smiled and said, "Next time we meet, maybe you don't have to call me Your Highness. There is no such thing as emperors and princes in the Republic. The consul is suitable for me. In short, take care of yourself. When you arrive at Brugey, you should receive news of our uprising."

"Then I wish you success and say goodbye."

Drake looked around and made sure no one was staring at him. After leaping through the messy dock area, he jumped onto the Thunder in a few steps. Today, his flagship is here.

"How about talking to this prince? Can we still come back?"

His first mate Fielding was already taking the helm in the cab and commander tower, and when he saw himself coming up, he asked casually.

"I guess I can't come back. I really suspect that this prince didn't say the last few words. I really doubt that he is an idealist. Now it seems more like a revenge of the prince of the deceased, the consul? Will the next step be the lifelong consul, and the last one be the duke of the country protecting the country?"

Drake's comments were not high because Brueger's parliament had such an ambitious man when he fought with the royal family.

Fielding turned the rudder and drove the entire Thunder away from the coast. After waiting for the outline of Petersk's entire city to gradually become invisible, Fielding handed the rudder to his deputy.

Then he walked to Drake who was lying on the table and studied the charts, and said, "This is actually what I expected. Although a prince is a nobleman of a devastated country, he is also nourishing the life of Lev. He does not kill the Tsar for the sake of supreme power and hand over the country he has captured to the common people. There are still too few such people. The aristocratic Republic is also a republic, and it is better than the violent dictatorship of the Tsar after all."

"Forget it, we have earned a squat ship. As for the affairs of the Lev Kingdom, be a spectator."

Drake had no burden. He was not his own country. At most, he was just a sympathetic attitude. He thought he could not do anything to make him give up everything and fight for the future of this country.

In a luxurious single ward, Jones was lying on the bed, looking at the sparrows outside the window chirping.

Atri was watching the newspaper and eating bananas, looking leisurely, and occasionally commenting on the gossip news about the big shots.

"Atri, how many days can I be discharged from the hospital, Kyle and the others?"

Jones couldn't help it anymore, and now he wanted to remove the thread behind him and go back to hold the pen to fight.

Atri lowered the newspaper, began peeling the banana, and handed it to Jones.

"Kyle is back to work, and as bonds and stocks can be exchanged, most factory owners have begun to resume work."

Jones' frowning finally relieved a little, "After all things are not big, is McDonald managing the Pioneer for me?"

"He was taken to interrogate for a long time a few days ago. It was basically about the demonstrations we organized, and then he was released to report to you. This guy is still soft-hearted, otherwise how could he write such a commendable article?"

After Atri said that, he took out the latest issue of the Pioneer News and raised it in his hand to show Jones the cover.

As expected, the cover of the homepage is a large picture, with a close-up of the conversation between Speaker Bishop and Jones in front of the steps.

As for the title, it's a bit flattering.

The Beihai Company scam was perfectly resolved, and a close-up of the conversation between the Speaker Duke Bishop and the People's Representative.

"The bullshit is perfect solution, discuss a shovel!"

Jones couldn't help but swear, and then a pain came from the stitches behind him.

"You calm down. It's not the first day that you know MacDonald. This guy is just a cartilage. I guess he was scared to be locked in the dark room for a long time. Now he cooperates immediately."

Atrie did not forget to sarcastically, and then continued to say Barnes.

"The doctor was busy wiping our butts. The riots in the square caused several people to be contusted and dislocated. He visited and treated them one by one, otherwise our party's reputation would be over."

"So, you are the only one who is here to eat bananas and tease the little nurse?"

Jones feels that only three of the five people in the entire political party are reliable, are you considering developing some more people?

Atri didn't care about Jones's words, so he continued to flip through the newspaper and read it.

"I'm kind enough to accompany you, okay, otherwise it would be bad for me to go racing or listen to the drama?"

Jones didn't believe Aitry's, and then asked, "Will you like drama? Don't you go and find out if there are any new actresses? By the way, how could your old man let you out?"

Atri shrugged his shoulders and said in a natural tone: "I'm busy stopping the loss. Golden pound is his own son. I'm just adopting it. By the way, the royal family took action, and it's probably because the news of our protests has reached Lumang. There is also news that it's impacting the parliament, but it's not allowed to be reported."

Jones immediately struggled when he heard this, and then prepared to find the paper and pen, his face full of seriousness.

"It's probably because I haven't let the newspapers go. Otherwise, why would anyone let go of such news? I have to contact my friends over there to find out the details. By the way, what does the royal family mean?"

"The royal family will not make a statement directly, but they have established an exclusive relief foundation of 500,000 pounds to help those who have gone bankrupt and unemployed due to the scam of Beihai Company."

This is the attitude. It seems that the royal family has expressed its dissatisfaction with this government or the Minister of Finance in action. Just as the detective expected, the royal family will indeed take action to pretend to be good people.

After thinking, Jones asked, "But Weiting's royal family has always been famous for saving, how could it take so much money at once? Five hundred thousand pounds, a full four-year royal annuity. Even if they have an inherited foundation and don't care about annuity, this is a lot of money."

"Then I don't know, I don't have the chance to marry a member of the royal family."

"Ga~"

The door was pushed open, and a nurse pushing a cart walked in. When he saw Jones climbing up, he quickly stopped him and said, "Mr. Jones, why are you getting up? Lying down? It's not good if the thread breaks down."

"Just write a telegram, and it will be fine soon."

After saying that, Jones quickly wrote a line of words on his notebook and handed it over to Aitri.

"Lumang, reporter David from National Daily, take a photo for him now. We don't know the news over there at all, only the media people's internal channels."

After Atri took the note, he did not leave, but reached out to Jones.

"Give money, the telegram is charged by word. You have almost twenty words, and I don't have money."

"...You are really a shame for the rich second generation. You can't even get a shilling. Then, if you have more, you'll have to run away."

Jones cursed and opened his wallet, took out a few notes and handed them to Atrie.

"Huh, thank you, boss."

Atri took the banknote and was angry, then quickly stuffed it into his pocket.
Chapter completed!