vstars Chapter 489: Brother-in-law as a Diplomat
Chapter 489: Brother-in-law as a Diplomat
After listening to Vargas' detailed description of the spirit grass, a complex smile appeared on John's face.
In that smile, there was anger, helplessness, and more importantly, shock that such a serious problem had occurred in the country.
He laughed out of anger. He had spent so much time conquering this country. He had finally stabilized the situation and was preparing to vigorously develop and build it, but a drug lord appeared right under his nose.
If the members of the Duna gang had not been captured early and were allowed to continue to remain at large, who knows how terrible the situation would have become in the future, and the country might have been in an irretrievable situation.
John's eyes instantly became sharp and firm. He slapped the armrest of the throne and ordered loudly:
"Notify Wesker, make sure! As soon as possible! Clean out all the Duna dens in the country, especially those that grow spiritual grass!"
After receiving John's top instructions, a large-scale nationwide investigation was quickly launched.
The three-man joint action team consisting of Wesker, Hawke, and Charlie, in conjunction with the governors of various provinces, quickly spread across the country like a tight net.
Fortunately, compared with the feudal armies of other medieval countries, the army built by John was highly mobile, well-trained and disciplined.
Under the efficient operation of the state's violence machine, the investigation work progressed rapidly.
Soon, many Duna dens were found one after another, and thousands of people were arrested in the Norwegian province alone.
Among these people, there were beggars who were abducted to the den to work as laborers. They were already living in poverty and were unfortunately captured by the Duna gang and forced to work as slaves from day to night. There were also gang members who acted as thugs, managing and capturing laborers who tried to escape.
In order to ensure the secrecy of the hideout and the security of information, Duna only contacts his subordinates once a month except when necessary.
Therefore, when the army surrounded them, these people had no idea that the situation outside had changed drastically. It was not until the army broke into these hideouts and killed the stubborn guards all over the place that the surviving guards realized that they could no longer escape.
"Oh my god, this is all over the wall?"
Wesker stood in a hideout, looking at the cloth bags piled up on a wall, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.
There was a hint of shock in his eyes. He didn't expect that the Duna gang would be so bold in the cultivation and storage of spiritual grass.
"Not only that, there are also some 'goods' made from spirit grass in the house next door."
The subordinate next to him reported.
Upon hearing this, Wesker frowned and thought to himself: Wow, he has learned to use processing to increase the added value of products.
He immediately turned around and ordered loudly:
"Immediately send someone to count the number of spiritual grass raw materials and commodities found in the hideout, and then report it to His Majesty the King immediately. I can't make the decision on so many things."
He was fully aware of the seriousness of the matter and dared not slack off in the slightest. He had to report the details to John as soon as possible.
At the same time, in the palace hall of Helmingen, John and the Chancellor of the Seal Theodore were meeting with diplomats and their entourage from Yoda.
The diplomat who took the lead in the salute was very young, with black hair neatly tied behind his head. As he raised his head, John's gaze fell on his purple eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity. No matter how he looked at him, he felt that this man was related to his wife.
John nodded slightly, sat on the throne, and asked in a calm but dignified tone:
"What is your name?"
The diplomat saluted respectfully and replied:
"I am Reginale II, you can just call me Reginale Diplomat."
"Hmm? They are really related."
John pondered in his heart and asked:
"What is your relationship with Count Reginale?"
"That is my father, and I am also the brother of your Majesty the Queen."
The diplomat replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.
Although John had guessed it in his mind, he couldn't help but complain in his heart when he heard the other party admit it himself:
Who asked you.
As soon as he heard the name Reginali, he was almost certain that this man must be his father-in-law's child, so there was naturally no need for the other party to emphasize this relationship.
At the same time, listening to the words of this diplomat, I should call him brother-in-law on a relative basis.
"I understand, Diplomat Reginari."
Although the relationship was confirmed, John still acted in a businesslike manner on the surface, because he was not familiar with him. If he was a spy and tried to obtain some confidential information by getting closer to him, it would be really negligent.
He looked solemn and said in a serious tone:
"I hope you will live up to your country's expectations, build friendly relations between the two countries, and promote the friendship between the two peoples. At the same time, I hope you can spend a pleasant time in the Holy Kingdom of Helderland."
John paused for a moment, his eyes became sharper, and his tone became more serious:
"Of course, the most important thing is that no matter who you are, you must abide by the laws of our country. If you trample on the law and make the people hate you, then no matter who you are, you will have to pay the price."
His message was clear:
Since you are my brother-in-law, you can just ask me when you need something. As long as it does not involve state secrets, we will try our best to provide you with resources here. But if you dare to break the law and do something that makes the people despise you, don't blame me for being rude. I will first lock you up and beat you up, and then send you back to where you came from.
"It's natural."
Reginale II replied, his voice steady and clear, holding a letter respectfully in both hands, slowly took it out from his arms, handed it to John, and said:
"Your Majesty, this is a letter from Count Reginale to the Queen. Please give it to her when you have time."
John nodded slightly, took the letter, and said:
"I understand. Next, let the Minister of the Seal take you to the embassy."
"Then your majesty, I will take my leave first."
Reginale II bowed slightly and saluted, then turned around and followed the chancellor Theodore, slowly leaving the palace.
When they were some distance away from the palace, the atmosphere around them seemed to become much more relaxed.
However, Reginale II's expression suddenly changed.
His original cold and calm appearance disappeared, replaced by a look of lingering fear.
He was leaning against the wall, his eyes revealing a hint of complicated emotions. He slowly turned his head to look at Theodore next to him and whispered:
"Lord Theodore, is this how my brother-in-law speaks normally?"
When Theodore heard Reginale II's question, he was slightly startled, and then he showed a meaningful smile.
He thought for a moment and said:
"Well, that's not normally the case."
Reginale II frowned and said in confusion:
"Then why was he so cold to me when I first met him? I wanted to get close to him, but I didn't expect His Majesty to be unimpressed by this. I just talked to him according to the normal procedure."
There was a hint of grievance in his words, as if he had just been treated unfairly.
He couldn't understand why, as the queen's brother, he communicated with John in a friendly and enthusiastic manner, hoping to improve their relationship and make his job easier. However, John always behaved so coldly, which really puzzled him.