The doctor suffers from amnesia, but not complete amnesia.

He casually handed the tablet back.

“The vast majority of people who haven’t met me yet have no needs from us—but once we meet for the first time, they will find that they have so many desires and so much need for help.”

Jade shattered, tile intact

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Chapter 155 A Casual Scam

"I'm going to find them now, Qiaoqiao!"

Before the car had even come to a complete stop, the Emperor had already kicked open the car door and jumped out.

"So, when you go back, will you be coming with me, or will you be going by yourself?"

Qiao Yelan's voice chased after her.

"Where are you going?"

"Kasimir".

"Hey, I'm not going there, so I won't hitch a ride with you—where are you going next?"

The Emperor shook his head and turned to look at Qiao Yelan, who was still in the carriage.

The man rubbed his chin.

To be honest, he didn't know where he would go after Kazimir.

Just as he didn't know at what step his plan would go wrong, Qiao Yelan also didn't know where things would go wrong next and he would have to clean up the mess.

Tell me a place you'll definitely go to, and I'll wait for your message from there.

Seeing that Qiao Yelan did not speak immediately, a glint of light flashed in the penguin's eyes behind his sunglasses, and then he took the initiative to ask more questions.

"Hmm... Columbia, I guess."

"Colombia... Hmph, Colombia, I know, I'll go."

“I won’t be going anytime soon. If you’re waiting for news from Dolly, you’d better go anyway—”

"No need, I'll take the puppies with me. They'll definitely find her. You don't need to worry, Jojo. You should focus on your own things—I'll tell you in Columbia how I got my revenge on that pink-haired girl."

The Great Emperor waved his fins and bid farewell to Qiao Yelan.

"Don't worry, I won't leave Colombia until I've shown you all my achievements."

After saying that, his figure disappeared into the wilderness of Syracuse.

Qiao Yelan frowned slightly. He felt that the Emperor's last few words were a bit strange, but he couldn't figure it out for the moment.

"...Let's move on. Today we're going to enter the city of Sicily."

"Yes, doctor."

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Sicily is not the capital of Syracuse, but it can be considered a microcosm of Syracuse.

A new yet outdated mobile city, filled with unconventional young people who treat middle-aged people in old-fashioned suits with utmost respect, aspiring to be like those elderly people sitting in grand halls, wielding their power and influence.

Divided, that's the first impression this country gives.

In fact, this is also the impression that the history of Syracuse gives people.

The "Golden Melody," a symbol of the union of the ten electoral districts of Letania, contains melodies about Syracuse that are merely a series of barely connected wolf howls.

This can be glimpsed from the fact that almost no one in Syracuse knows how to use musical spells—this region has never truly been integrated into Letania, and the Letanians have never considered Syracuse to be part of Letania.

Syracuse is a country, but it has no reliable army or a complete industry. The construction of each mobile city takes decades because most of the core components are imported, and the power struggles among families further complicate the progress of these large-scale projects.

Even until more than 30 years ago, Syracuse did not have a unified government and was completely in a state of warlordism and infighting.

Until Madame Sicily returned to Syracuse.

Da da da.

A woman dressed in black walked into the reception room, but was taken aback – to her surprise, it wasn't a visitor, but someone who had come with her to meet a guest.

"Agnir?"

Father Sakta nodded solemnly at her. The usual relaxed atmosphere was gone, and his blindfold, which he almost never took off, was nowhere to be seen.

Madame Sicily had realized the problem—even when she invited Agniel to return with her to Syracuse, where her family was embroiled in conflict, to unify the chaotic country, Agniel had never been so serious.

At that moment, the other party simply yawned, picked up his gun, got into his car, put on an eye mask, and went to sleep.

She turned her inquiring gaze to her close friend.

“I have never met the other party, but a messenger from all nations brought me some news—His Holiness the Pope called the other party a ‘righteous man’ and ordered the former Cardinal of the Seventh Papal Court to resign and follow the other party to Victoria.”

These words made the woman hold her breath.

After a long while, she finally let out a long breath.

"......I see."

Agnier seemed to want to say something more, but was stopped by Madame Sicily raising her hand.

"No need to say more, Agniel. I know it has always been difficult for you, but you have kept silent for my sake—until today."

A hint of determination flashed in the woman's eyes.

“This is the ‘power’ I once borrowed. I’ve always known that what is borrowed must be returned. It’s already a good result that it’s been delayed until today—after all, it’s my own incompetence and cowardice that has caused Syracuse to remain stagnant.”

The priest simply sighed softly and said nothing more.

Silence fell over the reception room.

Until the waiter's voice came.

"Your Excellency, Mr. Qiao Yelan, CEO of the Babel Tower Chamber of Commerce, is here to visit."

"Invite him in."

Agnier stood up, walked behind Madame Sicily, and resumed his expressionless state, but the guard gun, poised to fire, remained in his most convenient position.

When Qiao Yelan was pushed into the reception room by Ace, this was the scene that greeted her.

"Hello, Mrs. Sicily, hello, Father Agniel."

The man greeted him politely.

"Hello, Mr. Qiao Yelan."

Madame Sicily maintained her calm demeanor and gestured for Qiao Yelan to sit opposite her.

The waiter served coffee to the two of them, then closed the door and left.

In the reception room, only the breathing of the four people remained.

"Mr. Qiao Yelan came from Letania?"

"Yes, I just attended the Trinitylme celebration."

"Then why don't you try the coffee first? — Syracuse coffee is not like the dandelion and chicory powder mixture from Letania."

Qiao Yelan smiled faintly, picked up the condensed milk and sugar cubes beside him, and added the lethal dose that made Madame Sicily frown.

Agniel, standing behind the woman, showed a hint of approval.

Watching the other person enjoy the cup of sweet milk with a coffee aroma, even though Qiao Yelan didn't have a halo around his head, Madame Sicily was now starting to believe that he really was one of the official figures of Laterano.

She picked up the steaming black coffee and took a sip without adding anything.

"Mr. Qiao Yelan, are you here in Syracuse on behalf of Lateran, or on behalf of yourself?"

“I am, of course, representing myself—just like Mr. Agniel, who is only representing himself, not the Lateran government, when he came to Syracuse with you, Madam, isn’t he?”

After saying this, the woman's expression darkened slightly, and Agniel sighed deeply in his heart.

Sure enough, His Holiness the Pope is still somewhat dissatisfied with this behavior.

Sicily is not the capital of Syracuse, it wasn't in the past, and it isn't now. It was just one of the cities in Syracuse, and it was once within the sphere of influence of the Sicilian family—and Madame Sicily came from this city and this family.

As a young girl sent from Syracuse to study in Lateran, she was already looked down upon by her family, who believed that she had not grown up in Syracuse and was not qualified to lead the family.

So when she returned from Laterano, she had only a gun, a codex, and a young Sarkaz who wore an eyepatch and liked to sleep.

Her ability to take over the Sicilian family was already astonishing enough, but even if the Sicilian family had gone all out, they would not have been qualified or capable of supporting Madame Sicily to reach her current position, let alone unify the entire Syracuse and establish the Grey Hall by forcing all the family heads to do so.

Only Madame Sicily and Agnier knew the true situation at the time.

They pretended that they had Lateran's support behind them.

In the words of the Great Yan Dynasty, this is called "borrowing the tiger's might".

Of course, a true fox never uses the tiger's might as a shield, but rather uses it to buy itself the time and resources to become a tiger itself.

And Madame Sicily truly did just that.

She and Agniel possessed extraordinary fighting abilities, but they were still lacking when it came to overturning the table—so she borrowed Laterano's "momentum".

With her formidable military strength, powerful backing, and the Sicilian Madame's skillful alliances, she actually managed to suppress the other families, unify the entire Syracuse, cultivate her own power, and establish Syracuse's administrative structure.