Ke Xue: I picked up a bottle of sherry at the beginning.

"Yeah, it's not impossible. If a very attractive woman appeared, I wouldn't be able to resist..."

"So, please give me an example! Who would be more likely to be an actress?"

Faced with the microphone extended to him, Lord Kadeka was speechless. Clearly, he didn't know the names of any Japanese actresses. However, it only took him a moment to regain his smile, his white teeth gleaming even brighter as he replied:

"There are so many, I can't name them all. A woman with a sense of action like you is also very attractive."

"Yeah, really..."

The female reporter almost fainted from happiness.

The prince died in the mermaid princess

I thought I could meet His Royal Highness the Prince smoothly, but unfortunately, His Royal Highness the Prince was killed before Baiquan Yi could meet him.

It was the Half-Mercury Princess who killed His Royal Highness the Prince. To be more precise, it was a terrorist dressed as the Half-Mercury Princess who attacked the Second Prince of the Mewat Kingdom.

The life or death of Prince Kadoga, who was attacked, has not yet been determined, but his collapsed state can be described as "a rotten tree falling down". From a distance, it can only be assumed that he died on the spot.

The terrorist, still wearing the mermaid costume, shouted loudly as if boasting of his victory.

"See... this is the fate of the Rebel Killer!"

It was a female voice. Judging from her graceful figure, it was indeed a woman. After she finished shouting, she looked around and turned over.

"Catch her!"

"Call the doctor!"

"ambulance!"

Around the fallen victim, there was only a vortex of confusion and embarrassment.

Shiraizumi Masu and Ryoko ran over together. Prince Kadoka was still breathing. His body was twitching involuntarily. The smile on his face had disappeared, and the stick stuck in his right eye was trembling slightly. He was foaming at the mouth.

Prince Kadoga's royal doctors had pale faces and reached out to the prince's right eye.

"Don't touch it so rashly! There must be poison on the skewer!"

It was Ryoko who keenly noticed this. The doctor hastily withdrew his hand, took out a thin glove and put it on. Suppressing his trembling, the doctor pulled out the stick. The stick was about 20 inches long.

Judging from the length of the pulled-out stick, this horrible weapon must have penetrated the prince's eyes and gone straight into his brain. If the weapon was also attached with poison, the poison would definitely invade his brain directly, and the prince would be dead.

The doctor announced Prince Kadoka's death with a heavy bitterness. Ryoko snatched the murder weapon from the doctor's hand and stared at it with interest.

"It's a bamboo stick. How thoughtful! If it's made of bamboo, metal detectors won't work. And if it's poison, it's probably just a common item you can get hold of in any quantity. Who on earth has such foresight?"

Suddenly, screams were heard

“Ahhh… Oh no, oh no… Something unlucky is really going to happen…”

The prisoner who had brought the nightmare seemed to have slipped away in the chaos. From where Princess Baiyun and the others were parading, a series of wails and strange cries echoed.

"Ah, no!"

Princess Baiyun wailed and doubled over. Over her head, Princess Half-Mercury soared high. Just as Princess Baiyun dodged reflexively, she kicked the actor in the black bear costume in the jaw. The bear howled like a butchered pig and fell to the ground.

"Ah... help..."

The criminal weaved in and out of the pursuing uniformed police officers, dodging left and right, as if he was trying to escape into the distance.

Ryoko muttered viciously, "Allowing a surrounded criminal to escape is truly a specialty of the Chiba Prefecture Police."

The Chiba Prefecture Police Minister, the Metropolitan Police Department Security Bureau Chief and others shouted hysterically.

"Don't let her get away! Go seal the gate!"

"Find the Mermaid Princess!"

"Capture Princess Baiyun and the others as well!!!"

A chaotic stream of orders and instructions flew everywhere.

The Foreign Minister was angrily scolding his secretary: "What are you doing so slowly? Go and implement a news blackout! This matter must not be leaked to the outside world!"

"This... this is impossible... with such a large number of news media present..."

"What the hell is the news media? Aren't they just a bunch of hyenas called entertainment journalists?"

"That's fine, but..."

"Anyway, gather these guys together first!"

The media workers were gathered. Three hundred men and women in all. The Foreign Minister, with a frightened expression, silenced their excited howls.

"Members of the news media, please do not report on tonight's events until you have permission."

"Eh...why can't I say that..."

The female anchor asked the question in an innocent tone.

"This is a national security secret. Therefore, I want to make an agreement with you all that you are not allowed to even tell your superiors what is happening here."

“So where is the citizen’s right to know?”

A middle-aged man shouted. He was a reporter known for his pretentiousness towards celebrities.

The Foreign Minister turned and glared at him. "This is a matter of national security. I hope you will understand and support it. We will publish it sooner or later, so please exercise some restraint, okay?"

"I think everyone understands now," Ryoko sneered. "Hyenas digging into the private lives of criminal suspects and celebrities, and politicians who prioritize their own status over the people, what's the point of pretending to understand so well?"

Shiraizumi said, "But...but this is indeed a profound issue. It will undoubtedly lead to international disputes, and the Foreign Minister himself will face terrible disasters."

Ryoko said, "There's no need to sympathize with this guy. No one forced him to become the Minister of Foreign Affairs... Even if he doesn't want to do it, there are plenty of people who are willing to do it..."

As she spoke, Ryoko closed her mouth. Major Baskara appeared in her sight. He was the aide-de-camp to Prince Kajiado.

Shiraizumi Mashi also stared at Major Baskara. In an instant, he noticed something unusual. The major's face showed no sign of hesitation as he walked leisurely towards the Minister of Foreign Affairs. Prince Kadoka had been murdered before his eyes, and he clearly should be held accountable and severely punished. Why could he remain so calm?

"Everyone, there's no need to make such a fuss."

The major's mouth uttered a cocky English voice.

"I am the true prince of Khadoga."

A strange silence spread around him.

"The one who was killed was my double. Until now, I've been impersonating Major Bhaskara, but this is my double's real name. This was a strategy to prevent terrorist activities, and it's working. This is my victory, and I'm so happy, Coca-Cola."

Major Bhaskara put on airs.

The Japanese people surrounding him were so bewildered that they were speechless.

The country's reign is over

"What? You don't believe what I said?"

The reaction of the Japanese present must have made His Royal Highness very dissatisfied. He could no longer be described as an egg. His whole body was swollen like a pufferfish, and he spoke incessantly:

"Are you saying that someone who is 1.55 meters tall, weighs 85 kilograms, and has a waist circumference of 94 centimeters is not qualified to be a prince?"

"No, no... I absolutely don't mean that..."

"Do the Japanese discriminate based on physique and body type? Talking about a beautiful country and highly qualified people while doing this, isn't that just talking one thing and doing another?"

"No, no... We don't differentiate between people in that way..."

Whether or not this can be believed is a question. After all, as the Foreign Minister, he knows that this cannot be said openly. But here, there are still people who will say unnecessary words.

"Your Highness, the Japanese do not distinguish between people by their physique or body shape."

"So the truth is..."

"Ah, actually the Japanese distinguish people by their blood type."

"blood type?

"Hmm. The Japanese judge others by their blood type, a fact unique in the world. Don't you know that, Your Highness?" The loudmouth who made this inappropriate remark was Miss Ryoko. "In that case, Your Highness, just as those pitiful people in North Korea are convinced that a brutal dictator is their savior, many Japanese people firmly believe that a person's character and destiny are determined by their blood type. People with certain blood types are considered to lack a sense of community and are ostracized from the group..."

"Hmm...hmm...so, my blood type is A...no, wait...you can say whatever you want about the blood type. The Japanese can't seem to believe that I'm the real Prince of Kadoka. This is an insult to the Kingdom of Mewat. In that case, we need to reconsider the non-permanent membership..."

"Ah, no... this..."

The Foreign Minister looked embarrassed. Then, one by one, the people of Mewat stood up.

"I bear witness."

Chief Aide-de-Camp Indoriya spoke solemnly.

"This gentleman is our country's second prince, His Highness Kadoga. I swear to the Buddha that this is true."

The Foreign Minister's mouth widened by about five centimeters, making him look like he was wearing an ugly mask.

"So, you were fully aware of Prince Kadoka's use of a Stand?"

"That's it."

"...The Prime Minister and I treated the Stand as Prince Kadoka himself and expressed our respect!"

The Foreign Minister's tone was faintly tinged with anger. His Highness Kadoga puffed out his belly with pride.

"Yeah, I apologize to the Japanese government, but this is also a countermeasure to prevent terrorist attacks. Now my Stand has been attacked, and the Japanese government's security didn't prevent it. This is also true."

"That's right..."

"So, you're saying it would be better if I were actually killed? If that were the case, our country would have to hold Japan accountable for its security. Ah, no, no, no, the friendly cooperation and economic and trade exchanges between the two countries would cease to exist..."

“…〃〃 …”

"Forget it. The one visiting the Imperial Palace tomorrow is truly an orphan. There won't be any problems with diplomatic etiquette. Isn't this something to celebrate for both countries? Hahahaha..."

The prince laughed heartily, oblivious to the crowd. The Foreign Minister felt a bitter taste in his mouth, but he couldn't offer a more forceful rebuttal when facing a foreign royal. The use of a body double was indeed infuriating, but if it had been Prince Kadoka himself who was killed, the Japanese government would have been in an even more awkward position. In this case, he could only endure it.

"Ah, I see."

The Foreign Minister managed a convulsive smile.

"However, how should we announce tonight's events to the public..."

Even if you are not the Foreign Minister, such a problem is still a headache.

"I think it's enough to publish the facts."

Ryoko said simply and directly.

"The only thing that should be concealed is the fact that Prince Kadoga used a substitute. There's no need to hide anything else. The terrorists failed to kill Prince Kadoga, and the guards died in the line of duty..."

Ryoko looked at the Foreign Minister with sarcasm.

"Just publish these facts. Not a single word of them is false."

"But...but..."

The face of the Chiba Prefecture Police Headquarters Chief was flushed with red and black, and when he tried to interrupt, the Foreign Minister raised his hand to stop him.

"Ah, no. This is the only way. Although it is regrettable, I would like to ask His Highness Kadoka to refrain from appearing before the media in the future. To prevent terrorist attacks, His Highness's itinerary will be kept confidential and will not be disclosed to the outside world. Media outlets that do not cooperate with this decision are accomplices of the terrorists. This must be emphasized to the media."

The Foreign Minister turned back to His Royal Highness.

"Well, then, Your Highness, since you will be visiting the Imperial Palace tomorrow, please return to your hotel and rest as soon as possible."

"No."

"Wha...what?"

The Foreign Minister's mouth dropped open.

"I'm saying no. Although our country is planning to build Zenad Land, it will take another five to ten years to realize it. The reason I came all the way to Japan this time was to have a good time at Zenad Land. Now you want me to go back in less than an hour? I will never go back."

"But...but Your Highness...the terrorists haven't been caught yet. Your Highness is still in danger. There aren't many guards here, so please return anyway."

Only then did the Foreign Minister behave like a normal person. It is rare for a member of the Japanese cabinet to look like a normal person.

"Ignoring the trouble you cause others doesn't seem like someone with common sense."

Ryoko complained.

"It's very similar to your personality."

Bai Quanyi said.

"That's quite a sharp thing you said."

"No, no, no, Ryoko, you're much better than him. For example, he doesn't have your unrivaled beauty."

As Bai Quanyi spoke, he looked at his watch. It was 8:30 in the evening.

In a paradise where dreams are sold, a prince has been murdered. It may seem that way, but in reality, the victim is a double. A police officer, with a horrified expression, pursues the murderer within the park, while those outside remain unaware of the situation.