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"Hey, look who's here." The man sitting on the chair greeted Lancelot at the door.

Lancelot followed Barr here. The building looks like a Gothic building from the outside, which is incompatible with the feeling of the dungeon. It is as big and conspicuous as an ostrich egg appearing in a chicken coop.

They were greeted by attendants when they walked to the door. The interior decoration can be said to be magnificent, with gilded ceilings, marble floors, and several golden pillars carved with coiling dragons.

And the owner of this building is the famous Vincent in the underground city.

The man was squatting in a chair at this time, holding a needle and thread in one hand and a pink doll in the other, and was greeting Lancelot.

If this building is very out of place in the underground city, then Vincent, as the owner of this building, is even more out of place in this building.He was dressed in casual clothes, and if he turned his head away, he would really be a young high school student. Who would have thought that this person would be a big boss who could cover the sky with one hand in the dungeon.

She has the same white hair as before, with a few strands of red mixed in it. It's obviously the Shamat hairstyle similar to those gangsters on the street. However, the hair looks like a sign, and the hair becomes a foil, making it even more uninhibited.

After greeting him, Lancelot was invited to the reception area, where there was freshly brewed black tea in front of the table.

Vincent: "What should I call you? Should I be called Prince or Marshal?"

Lancelot: "Just call me Lancelot."

Vincent nodded, opened his thin lips slightly, and read Lancelot's name back and forth a few times: "The first time I saw you, I thought your name was not something common people would take. The name Lancelot Does it have any special meaning?"

Lancelot replied: "'Lancelot' means knight in the earth age."

Vincent propped his chin with his hand: "What does the knight mean...who do you want to protect?"

Lancelot smiled lightly, and replied, "Maybe it's to protect all living beings?"

After hearing this, Vincent didn't say anything more, got up and walked to the French window.

"This is the tallest building in the entire dungeon. You can have a panoramic view of the dungeon from here. Would you like to take a look?"

Lancelot readily accepted and got up, and also came to the French windows.

The surrounding areas are full of relatively well-known people who have settled in the dungeon. Most of these people do not want to be restricted by imperial regulations and have enough money.

Strength to gain a foothold in the dungeon, or a wanted criminal.

A little further is the black market, a watershed, where people’s inherent concept of the dungeon originated. People trading, gun trading, drug trafficking, and all kinds of shady activities are done there. A place where fish and dragons are mixed, the most chaotic.

The farthest, that is, the outermost circle is the civilian area, where the snack street, bars, and Raphael Clinic are all located.

It can also be seen from the farthest place, that is not the road leading to the ground, but a gray-black wall that separates the dungeon from the ground. The top is not a blue sky, but artificial suns that serve as light sources.

This was the first time that Lancelot overlooked the entire dungeon from this angle. It could not be called brilliant, but it could also be called spectacular.Different from the planned buildings on the ground with a strong sense of technology, the completely spontaneous formation of the dungeon, which can even be said to be somewhat chaotic, has a more human-like feel to it.

"How do you feel?" Vincent leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, clasped his arms and asked him.

Lancelot looked at him, wondering what he was trying to ask.

Vincent pursed his lips and smiled: "The dungeon has a large population, and the population without ID information can roughly account for 20% of the population of the main star of the empire, and nearly [-]% of these people are ordinary civilians. These civilians are not Lazy and idle, they also want to live a good life with their own hands, but do you know why they can only stay in the dungeon?"

Lancelot stared at the distant civilian area through the glass: "Because they can't afford the right to live on the ground."

Vincent was still stunned for a moment: "I just said how could His Royal Highness be such a dandy as the rumors say, and he would not be an ordinary person if he could fascinate Uriah so much." He chuckled lightly for two Back to the topic, "Yes, it is because of the expensive right to live on the ground. The underground city can provide few jobs, without high-tech technology, and animal husbandry cannot be carried out because there is not enough light, so only It is the simplest handicraft industry, but in a country like the Empire whose technology is ahead of the entire interstellar industry, the handicraft industry can make very little money, which forces those who want to make a fortune to have to go astray."

"I have specific data in my hand. The number of people who can go out of the dungeon every year and get the right of residence on the ground is only a hundred people in the whole dungeon, and among these only a hundred people, nearly [-]%

It is the use of illegal means to make money, and some people even sell their family members or their own organs to save money to obtain the right to live on the ground. "

Lancelot was slightly shocked when he heard this, and suddenly thought of Uriah.If all people who want to live on the ground need to spend a lot of money to obtain the right to live on the ground, how did Uriah save so much money back then?

He has no influence on the ground to help him, and in the underground city, he has built up his own blood and sweat. He entered the military five years ago, and he was only in his 20s at that time. Every time Uriah talked about the previous things, he always looked calm and calm, and then he brought it up lightly, which made Lancelot feel anxious.

As he got to know more about Uriah, he discovered how painful and dark this person used to be, just like this dungeon, it just looks bustling and busy, even if there is light when you look up, you can’t see it. To hope, the sun is man-made, and the light is also man-made.

Behind the light, there are also dark corners, and there are also children with dull eyes.

Lancelot looked at him: "So you called me here today to lobby me?"

Vincent walked back to the living room and sat on the sofa: "The lobbying is about the same, I wanted to visit you at first, but this morning I received news that another good-looking 'prey' went underground City, our eyeliner asked if we wanted to be tied up, I asked a little more, but it turned out that it was you, and I sent you a message but didn't reply, so I called a few people to invite you over."

Lancelot narrowed his eyes: "What do you usually see good-looking people tied up for?"

Vincent also found himself slipping the tongue: "Haha, you misheard, please come." He changed the subject and said, "Do you have any thoughts after listening to what I just said? Do you want to make a deal with me?"

Lancelot: "What deal?"

"I will help you ascend to the throne, and you must promise me to reorganize the dungeon after that." Vincent became a little more serious when he said this.

Lancelot raised his eyebrows slightly: "I really didn't see that you would be a person with the world in mind."

Vincent waved his hand: "Farewell, please don't treat me as a good person."

"If you have the world in your heart, you can't be said to be a good person."

Vincent corrected: "I'm just a businessman. As a businessman, you can't talk about interests. Do you understand interests?"

"Rectifying the dungeon shouldn't weaken your situation.

strength?If there is any deep stake, I really can't see it. "

"The dungeon returns to chaos, but the chaos is also balanced. Do you really think that this balance can be maintained by the dungeon itself?"

Lancelot asked back, "You maintained it?"

"It's not me, it's us. No matter how powerful I am, I can't cover the entire dungeon. We raised some people to maintain order in the dungeon, just...for example, the group of people you just beat .”

"Your taste in choosing people is really unique."

Vincent coughed twice: "At that time, I was in a hurry to find you, so I let the group of people closest to you go. If you are unlucky, they are just playing tricks. It is not so simple to maintain the order of the dungeon. The kind you met There are miscellaneous fish, and there are also high-level trained ones, we call them 'orderers'."

"Is Uriah also involved?" Lancelot asked

Vincent didn't expect that Uriah would be involved suddenly, and he replied casually: "Kane? Of course there is him. Some of the older generation of 'Orderers' were brought out by Uriah. The senior military officer is poor."

A few pictures suddenly appeared in Lancelot's mind, very strange, he was fighting with some very skilled men in black in the dungeon, but he couldn't remember when it happened, he I still remember the feeling of déjà vu when I first learned melee combat in the military department. It turned out that he had fought against some people who knew melee combat in the dungeon before entering the military department?

He tried hard to remember when exactly that happened.

Vincent didn't continue with that conversation, but continued with the previous topic: "In recent years, as more and more people want to get out of the underground city, the price of the right to live on the ground has risen. At the same time, the crime rate and death rate have also increased year by year. increase, but those death rates are far less than the birth rate. You may find it strange that not only the birth rate of the entire interstellar empire is sluggish, but the birth rate in the dungeon is ridiculously high. We have also done statistics on this and education The degree has something to do with it, but it’s not the focus of what I’m talking about today, so let’s not mention it for now.”

His focus came back again: "High birth rate, high crime rate, and the resources in the dungeon are scarce. The more people there are, the less resources there are, and the higher the prices are. This is a vicious circle, and the rich will not get richer." , the poor will only get poorer, I don’t want these civilians to revolt and burn down the underground city after many years.”

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Having said that, he cast his gaze over here, as if waiting for Lancelot's response.

Lancelot hesitated for a moment: "What if I say I don't want to inherit the throne?"

"Are you planning to be a marshal in the military all the time?" Vincent was a bit unexpected for this answer.

Lancelot shook his head: "Marshal, I'm only temporarily acting as Uriah's."

"So when Uriah comes back, you will be an adjutant to the marshal?"

This time Lancelot didn't respond. It wasn't that he didn't want to answer, but he didn't think about what to do next.

Vincent: "It is impossible for the royal family and the court to let you go so easily, and you are now the most prestigious heir of the next generation of imperial family in the entire empire, and the old emperor has no reason to give up on you." He raised his hand and took a sip of tea , "Then can you tell me why you don't want to inherit the throne?"

Lancelot: "I want to stay away from power disputes, and I don't want to hurt people I care about."

"The one who cares is Uriah?"

Lancelot: "Not just him, but many others."

Vincent sighed, and said earnestly: "You are still too young, there are some things you can't escape even if you want, like your gender, your birth, you can't change it, you can't throw it away."

Lancelot frowned, obviously this person was younger than himself, and said he was young: "I can't change it, I can't throw it away, so I can only accept it? I don't want to see it because I just accept it. I can only be influenced by the environment. "

Vincent folded his hands on his lap: "Of course it's not the only way to accept this. You can choose to become stronger. Only when you become stronger can you truly have 'freedom', that is, what you want You can’t be restrained, not influenced by the environment, so you can prevent the people you care about from being hurt.”

When these words came out of Vincent's mouth, Lancelot suddenly remembered that he had said similar things to Zuo Yu before.

This is probably the one who is close to the red and the red is close to the ink. Lancelot thinks that he is a relatively transparent person. He can understand many things and give others a lot of pertinent advice. But when things happen In himself, subjective thoughts will be infinitely magnified. When a person starts to care about more things, he will unconsciously start to avoid risks.

Seeing Lancelot in a daze, Vincent stood up beside him: "Is there any other reason besides this reason for not wanting to inherit the throne?"

Lancelot shook his head.

Vincent smiled slightly: "

That's easy to say, come to me anytime when you want to inherit the throne. "

"Are you so sure that I will inherit the throne?"

"I don't think a person who has worked hard for his goal for many years will give up overnight. Maybe you are a special case, or Uriah is really too attractive." Vincent moved his eyes to somewhere in the distance, "You may Things change, but truth never changes."

"Truth?" Lancelot asked.

Vincent turned to look at him: "You will figure it out sooner or later."

After he finished speaking, he put his hands in his pockets, waved his hands backwards, and said, "I'm just giving you a choice. I've said everything I need to say. It's up to you whether you accept it or not."