“Pfft—cough, cough,” Roland almost choked on his saliva. A slightly plump fellow, always with an upward-curling hairstyle, a fair complexion, and stubby fingers, immediately flashed into his mind. He had almost forgotten about this guy, but upon hearing the name, the other party would immediately jump out of his memory, his appearance as clear as if they had just parted yesterday.
It was no wonder, after all, the Fourth Prince was indeed so close to Yokuo that they could share a pair of pants—after failing to integrate into the circles of Golong, Tifieke, and Jiaxiya, and being fiercely resisted by Tili, the Fourth Prince's mentality completely spiraled out of control and he became self-destructive. And the appearance of Yokuo could be said to have saved him, not only taking him in and out of brothels, letting him taste the pleasures of the nobility, but also gathering a group of cronies to let him boss around, feeling the prestige that he could never experience in the palace. Without saying how correct these things were, at least at that time, the Fourth Prince regarded him as his best friend.
Roland originally wanted to reject Sir Yokuo, but these fragments in his memory made him realize that if it were really the Fourth Prince, he definitely wouldn't do so. And he also needed someone to stand up at this moment to attract the remaining petty nobles to serve him. After pondering for a moment, he finally decided to meet this "Magic Hand" who was popular in the royal capital.
“Bring the knight to my room,” he ordered, “remember to confiscate his God's Stone.”
……
Returning to the Crown Spire again, Roland soon awaited this "old friend".
"Oh, my God, Your Majesty... I really didn't expect you to come back so soon, and easily defeat your devilish older brother!" The Fourth Prince used to call his brothers and sisters a race of devils, so much so that in private, Yokuo would echo this statement. The other party's image was almost the same as he remembered. As soon as he pushed open the door and walked into the room, he quickly stepped forward and gave Roland a warm hug.
The latter helplessly patted him on the back as he used to, "I didn't expect you to come to my door so quickly either."
Although Yokuo had a plain appearance, making it difficult to associate him with the title of playboy, his round chin always gave people a sense of inexplicable intimacy. Coupled with his clean-shaven beard, clean and decent clothes, just the right amount of perfume, and the legendary superb techniques, it was no wonder he could capture the hearts of many noble ladies.
"I'm different from them! Those cowards are still afraid of Tifieke's remaining power, but I know you definitely won't let him go!" The other party grinned and said, "Now that you're back, how about we go to Jinsha Workshop for a good drink tonight? Do you want me to invite Madame Luose or Cui Niao xiaojie? Since the last one-night stand, they have been missing you very much—"
Roland suddenly felt a chill behind him. An icy gaze penetrated his body, heading straight for Yokuo.
The knight wasn't doing much better. His voice came to an abrupt halt, and he looked around blankly, "Why...did it suddenly get cold here?"
"What one-night stand? Nothing happened between me and them," Roland quickly denied, "What those two think has nothing to do with me!"
Even if there was, it was the Fourth Prince's relationship... It was completely different for the real "him", so this denial was also a sincere truth from the heart, and Nightingale shouldn't be able to see the difference.
Sure enough, after this answer, the coolness instantly lessened a lot.
"Ah? Is that so..." Yokuo rubbed his chin, "But you clearly spent a night with them."
"It was already past curfew, and I couldn't return to the palace. Did you want me to sleep on the streets?" Roland emphasized, "In short, I didn't do anything that night, understand?"
A trace of doubt appeared on the other party's face, but it quickly returned to its original smile. "Okay, then let's forget about them. Let's try some new ones today. You don't know, a more upscale brothel has opened opposite Jinsha Workshop. I heard people say that the quality is almost comparable to the nobles' private collections, and you need an invitation to enter. I haven't had a chance to experience it yet. You definitely won't have a problem, right?"
"No, I'm staying in the palace tonight. I'm not going anywhere."
"Oh, I see," Yokuo raised an eyebrow. "The maids in the palace also have excellent looks. Naturally, you have to enjoy them first. In that case, I'll pass on my famous skill to you.
I guarantee that they will all never forget you..." Speaking of this, he sighed, "You always pulled me to learn it before, but I didn't think it would be of much use to you. Now that you are about to become His Majesty the King, your 'lovers' will probably be several times more than me, so this skill should also come in handy, after all, people's energy is limited—"
"Stop," Roland almost couldn't help but reach out to cover the other party's mouth. He didn't dare to let Yokuo continue speaking any longer. This was simply a complete collection of black history. He wasn't willing to take the blame for the Fourth Prince's bad deeds, especially in front of Nightingale. "Listen, buddy... I'm different from before now."
Yokuo was stunned. "Of course, you are His Majesty the King now—"
"I'm not referring to that," Roland interrupted. "But you can understand it that way. As the king of a country, I naturally can't be as carefree as before, understand?" He recalled the Fourth Prince's intimate conversation style and hooked his arm around the other party's neck. "Speaking of which, you didn't come to me just to reminisce about the past, right? Just say what's on your mind directly. What's there to hide from me?"
Yokuo really grinned and said, "Then... I'll just say it, Your Majesty. Can you give me an official position?"
"Huh?"
"How about letting me be your minister? You don't have to give me key positions like the Minister of Finance or Legal Affairs. Managing the patrol team or something is fine, like Steelheart Knight," he patted his bulging belly. "I guarantee I can keep those mice in line for you."
Roland couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly. This guy really dared to ask. If he really gave him the position of garrison minister, the reputation of the royal capital would be ruined—taking the patrol team to flirt with women, and directly calling his subordinates to beat up the other party when he had a conflict with other playboys. Just thinking about such a scene was terrifying.
But if he could put him in a suitable position, it could have a good publicity effect—as long as you are willing to serve me, you can get a promotion opportunity in this succession of the throne. Moreover, Yokuo can be considered to have a clean family background. Apart from not being able to control his lower body, he basically has no other bad habits. The key is, what kind of position is suitable for someone like him?
Roland thought for a while before opening his mouth and saying, "I understand. A simple official position is not a problem, but I still have to discuss the specific content with the city hall, after all, it's a formal job." He patted his "old friend" on the shoulder. "I'll send someone to notify you when I've decided."