Old Gods, Rapid-Fire Guns, and Prohibition

Chapter 299 [Press Conference]

"Do you remember when you were little, there was a time..."

Jonas looked at Joseph, not intimidated by his expression at all, and slowly raised a finger.

Joseph didn't speak, he just stared at him.

"You took a fancy to a really cute kitten, my pet, named Katie. You begged me to give it to you, and I said yes, but you had to do me a favor and cover up the fact that I didn't come home the night before. You said no, you had to give me the kitten first. What happened to that kitten after that?"

"died."

Joseph remained expressionless.

"Joseph, look at yourself! You haven't shaved in days! What kind of appearance is this? You're a member of the Evans family! How can you show up at today's press conference like this? You're making the whole family lose face!"

Jonas leaned forward slowly and fastened the first button of Joseph's undone shirt.

"How about I take a shower and shave?"

Joseph remained silent.

Jonas had already stood up, ready to leave.

"Oh right, you haven't forgotten what you're supposed to say later, have you? Or should I get you a coffee? The coffee here is pretty good, the best in the entire security bureau."

"Is she okay?"

The door is already closed.

Time quickly came to nine o'clock.

The entire capital awoke from the strong wind.

Today's newspapers are mostly reporting on the upcoming press conference for the eldest prince, and many newspapers even went overnight to reserve seats.

Some people took a different approach and focused on reporting the strong winds last night. However, nothing particularly special happened. The most unusual thing was probably the once-in-a-lifetime typhoon to the capital.

Once it's truly over, no one will care anymore.

What the eldest prince will say today is what everyone really cares about.

Royal infighting, which might be a distant topic in other cities, is a unique and top-tier gossip in the capital.

Every few decades or decades, this will happen once or several times.

Anyway, life goes on no matter who wins in the end, so why not take advantage of the Wang family's wealth?

As the time slowly passed to 9:30, the Golden Plaza in the East District of the Kingdom was already packed with people.

Prince Havenius was quite approachable; instead of holding his press conference at the Kingdom Hotel in the city center, he chose the more spacious Golden Square, which was more conducive to public participation.

This wasn't the first time he'd done this.

Because his public image is that of a friendly person, he has given many speeches at Golden Square before.

This can be considered a classic venue.

Therefore, his subordinates made arrangements with ease, preparing everything well in advance, including the venue and security.

And the media.

Only newspapers and radio stations that are closest to the eldest prince and whose stance is clearly that of the royal party can be interviewed in a relatively prominent position.

As for the others, they might not even have the right to enter.

9:25.

Havenhus, who had already arrived by car, greeted the crowd with a friendly smile at the makeshift press conference backstage.

These people were, in a strict sense, his close attendants, yet he still maintained an unassailable demeanor, appearing kind and friendly to everyone.

Therefore, he is generally affectionately called Haiwen by the common people.

"How was it, gentlemen? Did everything go smoothly today?"

He looked at everyone.

“Of course, Your Highness, everything is going according to plan.” Michel had also arrived at the scene. He drank the coffee in the interrogation room and finally looked less tired.

Of course, the most important thing was that Jonas brought back news of his brother.

Stabilized.

This is the most crucial point, so even if we still don't know exactly what happened in the South District, it doesn't matter.

Let's get through today first. As for Trafford, whether he's alive or dead, he can never appear in the Kingdom Protection Bureau again.

“I knew it, I was right to trust you, Michelle. You are to me what Phyllis is to my father.”

Havenius patted Michel on both shoulders affectionately, then uttered his classic compliment, once again comparing Michel to the king's vulture.

Michelle naturally looked pleased, then glanced discreetly at Jonas standing to the side.

The eldest son of the Evans family, who has recently joined the camp, clearly understands the importance of timing, stance, and light.

If he were to stand up and say something at a time like this, it would inevitably offend many people.

His presence there undoubtedly placed a great debt of gratitude on Michelle.

"Well then, everyone, it's 9:26 now."

Havenius raised his wrist, revealing the exquisitely handcrafted watch on his hand.

"Time synchronization complete."

Everyone present timed at the same time.

"Alright, let's get ready to go on stage. Are all the reporters arranged?"

Havensius then began asking a series of trivial questions.

"It's all arranged. The first question won't be too blunt right away. As you wish, we'll proceed step by step, and the third question will get straight to the point."

A person dressed as a secretary answered immediately.

"very good."

Havenius seemed a little thirsty as he spoke.

Michelle, being quite perceptive, immediately offered a cup of hot coffee: "Your Highness, please have a cup of coffee, the best from the Royal Guard."

"Oh, Michelle, you're so thoughtful, thank you."

In the last two minutes, the crowd had gathered, and the reporters had taken their places.

Meanwhile, unnoticed by anyone, a car discreetly arrived at the back of the venue. Members of the Kingdom Security Bureau got out first, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual in the surroundings, they opened the car door and took Joseph out.

Joseph had indeed shaved, taken a shower, and changed his clothes, looking much more refreshed, but his expression still betrayed his haggardness.

He glanced at the sky.

He hadn't looked at the sky outside for a long time.

The sky wasn't clear today; even after the strong wind, it remained overcast, and the sun never came out.

He tilted his head back as if he were deeply absorbing the fresh air.

"Hurry up, it's about to start, don't waste time, don't try anything funny."

The people escorting him were from the Third Bureau, and naturally they didn't treat him well.

"I'm just breathing in this air of freedom, since I won't be free for long."

That shut the person up.

Joseph looked around again, stretched his limbs, and then his gaze caught something that flashed by.

That seemed to be a blinding light.

He stared at the spot where the light had flashed for a while, then said, "Alright, let's go, I'm ready."

(End of this chapter)