Whispering Verse

"There is disloyalty here."

Shade said simply, and then asked President Pigman, who was sitting there in surprise:

"If I guess correctly, did the negotiation between His Highness and you just now not go well?"

Shade didn't want him to answer either:

"I just received news that Mr. Giles is related to Delrayon's official intelligence agency."

"What? What do I have to do with MI6?"

Some fat middle-aged people opened their eyes in surprise.

"Being held at gunpoint by a top MI6 agent."

Shade thought in his heart and said:

"I didn't mean MI6."

Mr. Giles' eyes widened again, and Shade continued:

"There is clear evidence that Mr Giles was promised an offer he could not refuse to undermine His Royal Highness's dealings with the Association."

Margaret made a serious expression, and President Pigman was even more surprised:

"Giles, is this gentleman telling the truth? Let me tell you, why are you acting so strange today? If you have been wronged, explain it clearly now."

"me"

The man wearing a monocle was already sweating on his forehead.

"You accepted the benefits of MI6. Those Delarians don't want Her Royal Highness Margaret to solve the historical problems of the royal family."

Shade's gun was already on his head:

"Since you have worked so hard, you must have received part of the benefits. It is not difficult to find these."

"No, I. I'm not from MI6! I'm not taking advantage of the Yankees!"

The fat man defended nervously.

"So who did you make the deal with?"

Shade continued to ask, but as soon as Mr. Giles opened his mouth, he immediately closed it.

Now that Princess Margaret has been completely offended, if Prince William is offended again by naming his name, then he will really not be able to live in Kasenlik anymore.

President Pigman stood up with anger at this time. It was not that he could not see the situation:

"Giles, have you really taken advantage of others? Who asked you to do this? Can't you see that if you really reconcile with the royal family, how many craftsmen were affected by the accident more than ten years ago? Can you benefit from this?"

Mr. Giles looked at him with a desperate expression and took a step back:

"I did have someone do me a favor, I don't know who it was. Yeah, no idea."

"Your Highness, let someone take him away first. I suspect this is a spying activity carried out by a foreign group against our country."

Shade said in a serious tone, so Margaret nodded:

"In the name of investigation, please invite Mr. Giles for a cup of tea and don't embarrass him."

Then he said to Mr. Pigman:

"I will show my sincerity in wanting to reconcile with the Masons, and I can guarantee that as long as Mr. Giles is not from MI6, he will be back at work tomorrow morning."

The fat man shivered, probably imagining what would happen to him in the period before tomorrow morning. But it was not up to him. The female guard at the door went downstairs to find someone, and soon someone took Mr. Giles away.

Although if he yells now, he can completely expose what is going on here, and maybe he can escape. But this shrewd and greedy guy at least had basic sense. Of course, it might be because Shade kept the gun on his waist when he sent him downstairs.

The fact that Mr. Giles was taken away did not interrupt Margaret's continued conversation with President Pigman. It's just that this matter was the Masons' Association's fault after all, so Margaret had the upper hand during the rest of the conversation.

She showed the shareholding document held by Mr. Fleming, the guardian, from the society's secret room that Shade had found when the Masons' Guild was first established. But just as Shade expected, the current association does not recognize this document. After Mr. Fleming's unexpected disappearance that year, his equity has been relatively properly inherited and distributed.

But even so, at least legally speaking, this document is still legal. Margaret took this as a breakthrough and hoped to have more cooperation and exchanges with the association.

Of course, she did not forget to express her thoughts on trying to repair the relationship between the association and the Anjou royal family and make up for the impact of the accident more than ten years ago. President Pigman, who had anticipated this incident in advance, was silent for a moment:

"If it can be done, of course it would be better. But Your Highness, you know what we ask for, an apology and compensation, nothing more. Time makes hatred ferment like fine wine. More than ten years ago, I was just an ordinary member of the association. Clerk. I am very happy that someone from the Angevin royal family finally appeared who wants to solve this matter. I can help you, but you should understand that it is not only you who decides this matter, but also your Father."

After all, Margaret at this time was not qualified to apologize on behalf of the royal family.

Her Royal Highness the Princess is also thinking:

"I understand what you mean, but I also want to express my apology. Mr. Pigman, you can selectively disclose this meeting with you to some association executives in the next week. . This friendly conversation between the two of us can only be regarded as the first step towards reconciliation. I hope you can cooperate as much as possible."

"Yes, I understand."

The middle-aged president stood up and bowed slightly:

"The conflict between us and the Anjou royal family is actually a conflict with your ancestors. I am not qualified to accept your kindness on behalf of others, but at least from my personal perspective, you are indeed a qualified princess .”

Margaret smiled:

"So that's it for today's meeting. I will take this document with me, and it will become a gift to you on the day when we officially reconcile. I will communicate with my father. Although this is not easy, at least You can try. As for the association.”

"Not everyone is willing to perpetuate hatred forever. If the Anjou royal family is really willing to compensate and apologize, we will not insist on it."

The president said, Margaret nodded and turned slightly to look at Shade, obviously wanting to ask Shade if he wanted to say something.

Shade thought for a moment:

"President Pigman, you probably understand that there will be many people who are unwilling to see the reconciliation between the royal family and the Stonemasons Association. Not only are there foreign hostile forces, but also... Please keep it quiet. If you feel someone is strange, please notify His Highness as soon as possible for investigation."

"I see."

So Margaret stretched out her hand to Shade, put her hand on Shade's and stood up. President Pigman wanted to send the group downstairs, but Shade refused:

"His Highness's trip is completely secret. Please do not draw attention to it."

President Pigman nodded immediately and just watched the group leave at the door of the office, but he was very curious about Sha De's identity.

"It went smoother than expected."

On the stairs going downstairs, two female guards walked in front, and the maid followed behind. Shade said softly to Margaret. The girl with long pale golden hair smiled and said:

"Before this, the royal family had never thought of communicating with the Stonemason's Association. I was the first princess to come here directly to interview the president. Although the association has conflicts with the royal family, the power and strength of our family are not limited to anyone. It's undeniable. Pigman respects my status as a princess, and since you found out about Giles, he naturally has to express his respect, not to mention."

Margaret looked back at the height:

"President Pigman also knows very well that the long-term hostile relationship with the royal family has actually been more affected by the Stonemasons Association. Since more than ten years ago, they have never received any business in the Willondale area. In some ways, that was one of the reasons for the decline of the Randall Valley Masons.”

Shade did not comment on this, holding Margaret's hand and walking around the corner of the stairs between the second and third floors:

"So how do you convince your father to agree to apologize?"

"Expressing apology also depends on different circumstances - who says it, how to say it, whether it is public or private, these are all very particular."

She looked at Shade:

"Lecia Cavendish said that you have a good sense for politics, so guess what I will do?"

"There is no possibility of a public apology from the royal family. Therefore, what you want to facilitate is a private apology from the royal family, and it is best not to leave any paper documents. But even so, it requires the consent of the association and the consent of your father. The association Agreeing is relatively simple, as long as they come up with conditions they can't refuse. And your father, His Majesty the Lion 'Ryan', agrees, I'm afraid."

A group of people walked past the second floor and continued towards the first floor:

"You want to use your own merits in exchange for his consent? As long as it is a private apology without leaving any documents, your father will not refuse. He can just send his personal secretary or attendant to handle it locally."

"Yes, I will communicate with the Stonemasons Association during this period. I will talk to my father after the opening of the shipyard is over."

Margaret praised softly:

"You really understand me."

"In other words, this matter will be resolved in early spring of this year. It is true that everything will be concentrated in early spring."

Shade was thoughtful.

"What did you say?"

Margaret asked.

"Nothing, nothing."

Shade immediately shook his head, and at this moment, an old gentleman with a cane happened to be walking up the stairs from downstairs. The stairs of the Stonemason's Guild were not very narrow, so the group of people going downstairs only had to dodge slightly to the side, and the thin old gentleman was able to pass.

The old man was wearing a relatively fashionable checkered coat, holding a cane in one hand and pressing his hat with the other, and nodded to express his gratitude to the group. However, just as he passed by Shade, the old man's movements suddenly paused, and then he fell forward on the stairs.