They don't want me to try anymore.

Accompanied by the mermaid's singing voice and the girls' silvery laughter, the rare rest time slowly passed.

After the sun had mostly set, the mermaids' voices gradually faded away. They must have already returned to their home in the depths of the sea through the cave's water flow.

Over there, Ram, who had just finished speaking sweet words, stood up, walked up to Richard, and said respectfully, "Your Highness, thank you for your hospitality. You made it an unforgettable day for us."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you don't mind the simple conditions here."

"Haha, how could that be? Although it was a short time, I learned a lot!"

He waved the notebook in his hand.

Ah, this...

There's really no need to take back and read the nonsense I just casually said!

It's so embarrassing!

As darkness was approaching, the group packed up and set off back to the palace.

However, on the way, Richard saw a group of people dressed as fishermen surrounding a high-class restaurant on the street corner. The leader shouted, "You scoundrel, get out here! You humiliated someone's daughter, and you still don't dare to admit it!"

The surrounding crowd was also outraged: "Rapist Zhai! Come out here!"

If it weren't for the strong and burly security guards at the main gate, they probably would have already stormed in and arrested the person.

Just then, a group of Connaught Sheriffs in uniform arrived from a distance. They first told everyone to remain calm, assuring them that they would bring the perpetrators to justice. Then they went inside the restaurant to inquire about the situation, and when they came out...

It completely changed its appearance.

"You mob are talking nonsense! There are no criminals here! Get out of here and go back to where you came from. Don't delay the hotel's business!"

The fishermen were stunned and protested, "Sir, we saw that man harass old Toth's daughter with our own eyes, and then we chased after him ourselves. How could we be wrong? Ah, look, he's right behind the window... Ah!"

clap clap!

Seeing the fisherman point to the third floor, the sheriff pulled out his baton and knocked the fisherman's hand off balance, saying sternly, "I said you're wrong, and that's final! The distinguished business director of Standard Fruit Company is staying here; how could he possibly commit a crime?"

The fishermen understood what he meant, and were all stunned, falling silent for a moment.

A snotty-nosed kid, who was watching the commotion, said, "You...you're afraid to arrest people because you found out they're from Standard Fruit Company?"

"fart!"

The sheriff shouted, raising his baton and saying, "I think you're all asking for a beating! Beat them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the officers brandished their sticks and beat the fishermen so badly they ran away with their heads in their hands.

...until a bluish-purple electric current ran through their bodies.

"Ah! Who, who's attacking us?"

Their legs went numb, and they all fell down. When they looked up, they saw Richard walking towards them.

Richard originally didn't want to get involved.

Civil cases should be handled by the relevant officials; this is not the prince's responsibility.

But when he saw that the sheriffs were all siding with Trisolaris, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"…Who are you?"

The man opposite him got up, recalling the magic Richard had displayed, and his imposing manner weakened slightly: "Haven't you heard of Standard Fruit's reputation?"

"I heard."

Richard said, removing the disguise from his face.

"Your Highness?"

"That's right, Your Highness is capable of beating up the Imperials!"

"Your Highness, please do us justice!"

The fishermen, who were already on the verge of scattering, recognized him and began to shout again.

The sheriffs fell completely silent.

Richard continued, "I don't recall the people from Standard Fruit having diplomatic immunity or extraterritoriality, do they? Even if they did, shouldn't you take them back and interrogate them first?"

The sheriffs lowered their heads: "Yes, Your Highness."

"Go!"

What followed went quite smoothly. The sheriffs stormed into the hotel, tied up the suspected rapist, and, under Richard's watchful eye, assured him that they would bring any evil to justice.

The council member himself, who had been making a fuss, also lost his temper after meeting Richard's gaze.

The shadow of the tree of life.

The onlookers cheered, feeling that Richard had taught the villain a lesson with just a few words.

But Richard wasn't happy.

After all, it's impossible for me to wander around the streets of Connaught every day.

So how do the sheriffs behave on a regular basis? I suppose that not only standard fruit, but any Imperial citizen can practically enjoy extraterritorial rights in Connaught?

Thinking of this, he frowned on his way back to the palace.

Finally, it was Ram who spoke:

“Your Highness Richard, I understand you. In our Sagar, the situation is similar… ah, even worse. If it had been someone like me, a member of the royal family without prestige, I'm afraid the sheriffs back home might not have obeyed…”

Richard quickly replied, "You're exaggerating. There's no need to belittle yourself like that."

"No, I'm just stating the facts."

As Ram spoke, he suddenly raised his fist: "But I believe that one day, we will definitely be able to change this situation!"

"Everyone is saying that after I return to China from Vatican City, I will truly help my father manage the country."

He smiled and said, "I will strive to learn from you and become an excellent prince and an excellent king, and drive these arrogant imperial people out!"

Richard was deeply moved, took Ram's hand, and said sincerely:

"Okay, let's do our best together!"

Upon arriving at the palace, Veronica took her leave first, promising to keep in touch later.

After the rest of the group had dinner, Ram and his wife Joslin bid farewell to Richard—as the crown prince of a neighboring country, they would stay in an apartment near their own embassy.

Ryan then asked to borrow Connaught's library, which was of course no problem.

After finally seeing the big guys off, Richard returned to his bedroom, accompanied by Katyusha.

"Same as always, I want to get a good night's sleep and not be disturbed by anyone."

"Okay, Your Highness."

"Katyusha, you've worked hard. You should get some rest too."

Richard lay on the large bed and closed his eyes.

It's time for simulations again!

[Hardcore Ruthless Simulator Now Launched]

[In the year 3541 of the Caesar calendar, you are in Connaught Palace. Please choose your next action...]

As usual, before starting, Richard thought about what he should do this time.

It seems that the Empire has explored the situation sufficiently, and it cannot delve any further in the short term.

Or, how about we try facing off against the Empire with Connaught again?

Putting everything else aside, he definitely won't be captured by Luvia alone like the first time! At least not in that kind of way!

If all goes well, I can stir up internal conflicts within the Empire to the north, collude with—no, cooperate with—the independent forces on Divine Grace Island to the west, and live off—or rather, provide humanitarian aid—to the south from Vanderbilt Alice…

Wow, it feels like I'm in control of everything!

Richard, full of confidence, began to take action.

After completing the mission of eliminating the pirates, you requested a new official position from Henry II and plan to graduate early from St. Goethe next year and return to officially oversee the country.

During this time, you continued to maintain contact with Veronica, searching for traces of the Evil Wind Pirates, while also frequently communicating with Catherine of the Empire and setting about establishing your own newspaper.

A week later, you suddenly hear that the Crown Prince and Princess of the Kingdom of Saiga were attacked by gunmen on their way back to their hometown. Princess Jocelyn was seriously injured and Prince Ram died.

Huh?

No, system, wait a minute!

You're causing trouble as soon as the simulation starts, aren't you?

Still dragging things down...

or2

The fear of being delayed in graduating overwhelmed me, this creator of non-combustible academic garbage, so...

I'm very sorry, but I still messed up. I need to take a day off.

It will resume tomorrow.

Ahhh, I wish there was magic in this world that could instantly help someone finish writing their thesis!