John Lauer began to babble and complain after a simple greeting and thanks, and actually blamed the failure of the currency reform on Roland Kerras's exposure of the "Jotunheim Riot" through the Far East Radio, which directly led to pessimism about the situation of the Jotunheim Mining Company, and then triggered a frenzy of selling gold moneyJohn Lauer seems to be wishful thinking that if Roland had not fanned the flames, the imperial gold banknotes would still be the strongest sought-after item in the speculative market to this day.
After reading the letter, Frank was deeply angry and amused.
Even he, an insider with the motivation to shirk responsibility, had to face the reality at this time, admitting that the imperial gold system lacked a solid foundation from the beginning of its establishment, and even if there was no Jotunheim crisis, it would have suffered shocks and collapsed in the future due to other unexpected changes.
John Lauer does not admit the inherent flaws of the gold money, but blames his failure entirely on Roland's exposure of the Jotunheim crisis, which is like accusing the child who exposed the "emperor's new clothes" as a crime of pure desire.
There is a saying that there is no impermeable wall in the world, and the turmoil in Jotunheim is so big that even if the "Voice of the Far East" does not report and the Imperial press remains silent, there will still be news media from other countries and regions to report, and the news will eventually reach the territory of the Empire, which will sooner or later lead to a financial crisis.
John Lauer is unable to see these objective facts, and still refuses to reflect on his own mistakes, trying to find all kinds of absurd excuses to excuse himself, like a bad gambler who can't afford to lose, Frank is deeply disappointed and can't help but get angry.
First, he wrote a sternly worded reply to condemn it, and when he was about to send it, he couldn't bear it, thinking that John Lauer's current situation was miserable enough, and how could he bear to make it worse Thinking so, he tore up the reply letter he had already written, took out a blank letterhead, and re-picked up the pen to write down just two lines: Wake up, my poor friend.
Man cannot live in the shadows forever, and the sun will rise tomorrow.
Frank held the barrel of the pen and muttered for a moment, and felt the need to say anything more, so he cast a spell and sent the text message back.
On the evening of August 19, just as Frank had almost completely erased the sad image of John Raul from his memory, he received another letter from the convent.
Frank frowned, impatiently unwrapping the envelope, speculating that "Redhead" John would either continue to complain in the letter, or that he was planning to ask himself for a sum of money to escape the discredited country and start a new life in an unfamiliar environment.
Frank wanted John Lauer's letter to be the second intention.
For the sake of past friendships, Frank didn't mind providing him with a pension, and by the way, buying him a ticket back to his hometown of Feizhen or to any other place, so as to send him away as soon as possible, so as to save both of them embarrassment.
However, contrary to his expectations, John Lauer neither complained nor asked him for money in the letter, and there was only a short and ambiguous text on the letter: Dear Highnesses, Thank you for your enlightenment, now I figured it out.
Now I have nothing to lose and just want to do one last thing for you.
Once you receive the letter, please be sure to come and see me before dark.
Your most loyal friend: John Frank read John Lauer's letter over and over again, and his doubts grew heavier and heavier, and he really couldn't understand what he meant.
He really wanted to throw this inexplicable letter into the trash, and throw it out of his mind with John Lauer.
For some reason, however, the contents of the letter gave him a sense of foreboding, as if something terrible was about to happen.
After a long time of hesitation, Frank finally couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, and decided to see John Lauer for the last time while the sun had not yet completely set.
As the crown prince, Frank has the highest access to the Lost Lock in his capital, and he directly uses teleportation to go to the monastery where John Raul lives in seclusion.
As soon as he walked out of the teleportation pillar, a large group of people hula surrounded him, arguing about something, and he was stunned.
There were local ascetics in the crowd, but more often than not, strangely dressed men with notebooks and pens.
Frank is also often interviewed by newspapers and magazines on weekdays, and he recognizes several familiar faces at a glance, and immediately guesses that most of these weirdos are field reporters for newspapers and magazines in the Holy City.
"Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, you have come at the right time, can you tell us what you think of this unfortunate incident?"
a daring reporter squeezed through the crowd and tried to interview Frank.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about."
Frank secretly regretted coming here, and turned to look at the abbot, "Why didn't John come out to see me?"
"I'm afraid that Mr.
John will not be able to go out to meet you in person."
The abbot took off his reading glasses and sighed with a sad face, "Your Highness, please come with me." ” Frank squeezed out of the crowd and followed the abbot into the courtyard gate, the crowd behind him was blocked by the monks, and the noisy sound in his ears gradually faded away, but Frank's mood gradually became heavy.
"Your Highness, please come in."
The abbot opened a door, and Frank had just crossed the threshold when he immediately smelled the smell of blood in his face, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart Hurrying to the place where the blood was blowing, Frank stopped in front of an iron bed by the window and looked at the bed in amazement.
John Raul lay quietly on the bed, his eyes closed and his face bloodless, and he had already stopped breathing.
His right hand clutched a sharp paper cutter, and his left hand hung down on the side of the bed, and the bright red blood droplets slowly flowed from the severed wrist veins, like fine sand flowing out of an hourglass, and a pool of blood had gathered under the bed.
The intense visual impact left Frank's mind blank, and after a brief moment of vertigo, he rushed to the bed almost instinctively, grabbed John Lauer's already cold and stiff hand, and cast a resurrection spell.
The divine light illuminated John Raul's gradually cold body, but it did not awaken him as Frank had expected.
Frank was stunned for a moment, then tears welled up in his eyes.
Resurrecting a man who had just committed suicide was nothing more than a gesture for the Electors of Perro, who possessed legendary spellcasting abilities.
However, even if Frank has the divine power to resurrect the dead, it cannot change the most basic law: if a person no longer has the slightest attachment to life and is determined to die, then no resurrection magic can awaken him again.
Unfortunately, John Raul ended his life with a hell of a desire to die
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