At night, the warm light from the brazier shone on the outer wall of the Golden Castle. The blue bricks were tinted orange-red in color.
Most of the people had already retired to rest. The castle was silent, and the occasional scraping sound of armor pieces colliding could be heard as the guards patrolled.
In the Privy Chancellor’s bedroom, Roman was reading at night, flipping through the information.
Thud thud thud…
There was a sudden knock on the door.
Roman looked up in confusion. After confirming that he did not send a trusted aide to report tonight, he immediately became vigilant.
“Who is it?”
As he spoke, he stood up and threw the information into the furnace. He activated the power of sorcery and quietly completed the fusion of the paper with the furnace.
Whoosh! The fire suddenly intensified, quickly burning the paper to ashes.
At this moment, Bill’s muffled voice came from outside the door, “Minister Roman, it’s Bill. I’m here to chat with you.”
“Why is he here so late?” Roman was surprised. He opened the door cautiously.
Outside the door, Bill stood crookedly, his face flushed and reeking of alcohol. He was carrying a wine bottle, and two guards followed him.
“What’s wrong with you? Why did you drink so much?”
Roman was surprised. He remembered that Bill did not seem to have a fetish for alcohol.
“Burp, today… I’m happy!”
Zhou Jing staggered through the door. Roman was confused and welcomed him into the room.
The two guards also wanted to follow him in, but Zhou Jing suddenly turned around and shouted.
“I’m here to drink with a friend. Do you want to follow me too? Will the Minister Roman do anything bad to me? This is someone else’s room. It’s too disrespectful for so many of you to come in. Stay away!”
Brainless Hudd and Unhappy Lake looked at each other. Helpless, they retreated, not bothering to argue with a drunkard.
Although it was a surveillance in the name of protection, it could not cause too much dislike from Bill. Moreover, the past few months had been peaceful, and the guards were no longer as tense as they had been in the beginning.
“It’s fine. You don’t have to worry about Master Bill’s safety. I have guards here too.”
Roman smiled at the two guards and told his men to guard the door so that the two guards would not need to gather in front of it. Then he closed the door.
He and Bill were the only ones left in the room.
“Master Bill, what brings you here so late?” Roman turned to look at him, his tone curious.
Zhou Jing staggered to a seat and sat down. He took another sip of wine and stuck out his tongue. “I’m happy today! I wanted to chat with you! Come, let’s drink!”
“Are you drunk or something?”
Roman cursed in his heart. He felt that Zhou Jing’s state was not right, but he casually took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet and clinked glasses with Zhou Jing. He carefully probed, “Then why are you so happy today?”
Zhou Jing slammed the bottle on the table and pressed his thumb against his chest.
“Today, His Majesty has given me a marriage betrothal to the princess. In two months, we will be married! Don’t you think I should be happy?!”
Roman’s eyes narrowed. He had not received the news yet, and this was the first time he had heard of such a thing.
It was actually a marriage alliance, and so soon… Could Becky not wait any longer?
There was not much time left…
Many thoughts flashed through Roman’s mind, but he did not show it on his face. He raised his glass and smiled.
“It’s indeed worth being happy to marry a princess. Congratulations.”
“That’s right. Other than being happy to have the honor of marrying into the royal family, what else can I do?”
Zhou Jing took another gulp, but his tone now sounded a little desolate.
“What does this mean…” Roman’s heart skipped a beat when he heard his tone.
“Princess Shuni is very beautiful. Are you not satisfied?”
“I have to marry whoever the King wants me to marry. Does it matter if she’s beautiful or not?”
Zhou Jing spoke with his tongue hanging out, his face full of drunkenness. The content of his words gradually became sensitive.
Was he dissatisfied with the King’s betrothal?
Roman subconsciously tried reading more into it.
But why did he come to vent his emotions on him? Was he not afraid that he would snitch on him and tell the King these things?
Roman was secretly suspicious, but when he saw Zhou Jing’s drunken appearance and recalled the results of his probing a few months ago, he felt that it could be explained.
He was afraid that Bill had been suppressing himself for too long. Now that he had drunk wine, he finally subconsciously revealed his true feelings.
Noticing that Roman’s expression had changed slightly, Zhou Jing maintained his drunken appearance, but his mind was fully clear and lucid.
He had deliberately drunk a lot before coming to look for Roman, just to pretend that he was spilling his heart after drinking.
Alcohol was a good disguise. If he came over completely sober, Roman would definitely suspect something. For example, why didn’t he find someone else to “spill his heart” and say bad things about the King? Did Bill discover his background?
As for the drunk, even if he said some extreme words, Roman would be less suspicious. At the same time, he would be more confident in probing for more responses.
Bill was not a Mutant Blood Warrior, but because his initial physical fitness exceeded that of ordinary people, his resistance to alcohol was not bad. He reeked of alcohol, but he was actually still sober.
“Alright, I’ll drink with you tonight.”
Roman felt that this might be a good opportunity, so he took the chance to continue chatting with Zhou Jing.
Zhou Jing poured himself a ton of wine. Although he said that he was happy, there was no joy on his face. He looked like he was in pain now.
The two of them chatted casually, mainly because Zhou Jing was talking and Roman kept agreeing.
“Minister Roman, you’re the only friend I have in the Golden Castle. It’s good to have someone to talk to.”
Zhou Jing pretended to show his true feelings.
Roman smiled, “It’s my honor to make friends with Master Bill… but you know so many people in the Golden Castle. Are there not any others who are your friends?”