Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

"Teacher Kal'tsit has been sitting there all day. Is she really alright?"

Warfarin waved her hand: "Of course she's fine. Kal'tsit is just getting old. She has too many things on her mind and too many things she can't let go of, which is why she's so melancholy."

The Blood Demon reached out and patted the Little Demon King's head, saying with a knowing look:

“I’ve been there too. I was so disillusioned with life back then. I didn’t want to go when the royal court summoned me, I wouldn’t even see a prince who came to see me, I didn’t want to fight, I just stayed home all day like a rotten corpse, I might have locked myself in a coffin and buried myself one day. If Kal’tsit hadn’t given me a sack and tied me up here, you might not be seeing me hanging on the bridge.”

Amiya seemed to understand: "Is that so? I don't quite understand that feeling, but I'm glad that Kal'tsit is alright."

Warfarin nodded in satisfaction: "Is that so? Life is like Kal'tsit's padded breasts; it's illusory and unreal, but you have to experience it yourself to know."

Amiya paused, somewhat stunned, as if she had heard something incredible.

Is Kal'tsit's... something padded up?

Amiya's face flushed red instantly. Feeling she wasn't old enough to know such things, she hurriedly said goodbye to Warfarin and ran away as if fleeing. Warfarin was left standing there, smiling as she watched Amiya's departing figure, sniffing the air.

"Phew, Amiya is so cute. Isn't it a bit too early for her to know this secret?"

"I'm still young, and I think so too."

The spotted figure, who had passed by unnoticed, cowered fearfully at the corner of the corridor, quietly withdrawing its gaze and not daring to take another step. It could only silently pray in its heart.

"It's a pity, Dr. Warfarin, it seems you've had enough of living."

"Warfarin".

A call devoid of any emotion suddenly rang out from the office. Warfarin instinctively turned around to respond:

"what happened?"

But then she suddenly realized that she hadn't told Kal'tsit that she was coming to the medical department, so why was she suddenly called out to her?

Her expression froze, and just as she was about to make an excuse to slip away, she heard that calm voice ring out like the death knell of the King of Hell:

"come in."

Unable to move her feet or open her mouth, Warfarin, overjoyed, turned to despair and cautiously entered the office.

The door slowly closed, and Spot heard the last two sentences coming from inside. They were Dr. Kal'tsit's warm greetings to her subordinates about their daily lives:

"have you eaten?"

"Eat something good."

Volume One: Chapter 179 Long Live the Witch King

Letania, the city of violets.

When Roy arrived in the city, it was already getting dark. The melodious chimes of the clock tower in the city center square drifted out, carried away on the evening breeze.

As an operator of Rhodes Island, Margaret had obtained an entry permit for Letania. After passing through the quarantine gate, she quickly and successfully entered the city first. Roy and Skadi, however, had a bit more trouble. Half an hour after Margaret entered the city, the Rhodes Island office in Violet City finally arrived and, through a guarantor, allowed Roy and Skadi to pass through the checkpoint.

This once again made Roy realize that Rhodes Island was anything but a simple medical enterprise. While Violet City, due to its unique nature, wasn't governed by nobles appointed by the Emperor but rather by a class council that facilitated infiltration, what kind of medical enterprise would be so familiar with the Sentinels?

Rhodes Island's office was located on the second floor of a three-story Letanian-style building. The first floor was a rented warehouse, and the third floor served as their living quarters. A Caprini girl, with small horns and a youthful face, came to pick up Roy. She looked no more than sixteen years old. Upon entering, she enthusiastically introduced herself:

"Mr. Roy, Ms. Skadi, welcome to the Rhodes Island office. My codename is Nightbloom. I am twenty-five years old and have graduated from university!"

Roy gave her a wry smile. Generally speaking, when introducing oneself, especially a woman's self-introduction, one would never mention one's age, let alone emphasize it, right?

Is Miss Ye Tan suffering from PTSD because she's been mistaken for a child too many times?

“I am Skadi, a bounty hunter,” Skadi said succinctly, speaking before Roy could finish.

Roy nodded in agreement: "Roy, the unknown knight of Kazimierz."

"It really is you!" Nightshade exclaimed in surprise, jumping forward to grab Roy's sleeve and looking him up and down with shining eyes. "No matter how I asked Nearl, she wouldn't tell me. I knew there couldn't be so many people with the same name in the world. It really is you, Knight of Eternity!"

Roy glanced somewhat awkwardly at Margaret behind Ye Tan. Noticing Roy's gaze, Margaret turned her head slightly, but a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

She seemed quite proud and pleased with herself.

"I'm your fan! Can I get your autograph? Or take a picture with you? Just do your most classic pose."

Ye Tan excitedly requested, raising her right hand and spreading her legs into a V-shape, looking like Ultraman transforming and raising his Spark Lens.

When did I acquire this iconic move? How exactly did the legend of me spread throughout Letania?

"Alright, alright, we still have important things to do. Roy won't refuse the autograph and photo thing, so don't worry." At this moment, Margaret finally stepped in to smooth things over. She winked triumphantly at Roy, as if to say, "I just made a fool of myself, and now you've made a fool of yourself too, so we're even."

The fiercely competitive Knight seems to always be vying to be number one in everything.

Roy nodded in agreement, and Ye Tan finally let go of her hand, but she still couldn't hide the excitement on her face.

She returned to her square desk, glanced at her schedule, and confirmed with Roy and the other two:

"Rhodes Island's flight path is very close to here. In about two or three days, it will pass through Violet City. At that time, Miss Nearl can return when she goes to resupply."

Margaret nodded and looked at Roy, who also had no objection to the arrangement.

But what should we do these next two days?

Although Violet City, without nobles, can be considered the only lawless place in Letania to some extent, Roy and Skadi are, after all, undocumented immigrants who entered the city through back channels without proper permits. It would be best if they didn't cause too much of a commotion.

Letania seems pretty peaceful; nothing major should happen. Maybe I should stay home for a couple of days?

Roy sighed inwardly. Before transmigrating, he was a complete shut-in who never left his house after get off work or on his days off. How did he end up living the life of a corporate slave, the very thing he hated most, after transmigrating?

He'd made up his mind. Even if the sky were to fall, he wouldn't leave the office. He'd just stay there for a couple of days, living off the land of the office!

..........

Letania, on the outskirts of Violet City.

There is a fundamental difference between the suburbs of a mobile city and a true wilderness. The suburbs are where the rich and powerful enjoy life and appreciate the scenery. They are more like nature reserves. They are often detachable plots of the mobile city and will move forward with the mobile city. Wilderness, on the other hand, is wilderness. It is barren and filled with yellow sand.

Generally speaking, the powerful and wealthy own villas or resorts in the suburbs, which allows them to relax and unwind after a busy day. However, Violet City is somewhat special because it lacks the "noble" class, and the council members are constantly changing during elections. As a result, the suburbs are open to the general public, with beautiful scenery but also a mixed bag of people, making them the easiest places for illegal immigrants and people with ill intentions to lurk.

Located at the junction of the first and second suburban blocks, the no-man's-land is the infamous "lawless zone." Numerous buildings and streets have turned it into an incomplete little village, where many illegal immigrants or people who have broken the law in Letania live, gazing at the distant city.

They weren't worried about anyone coming to wipe them out, because there was an unwritten rule in the "Lawless Zone" that as long as they didn't get close to the villa at the deepest part of the "Lawless Zone," the villa's owner would protect everyone living there.

At first, people certainly didn't believe it; after all, such a thing seemed like a fantasy. But after a few foolish fugitives attempted to attack the people who came out of the villa, seized it, and were easily torn apart by Originium Arts, they had no choice but to accept this fact. And they regarded it as the only law that must be followed in the lawless zone.

As soon as it got dark, the streets were deserted. Everyone knew that today was another day when the important figures in the villa were out.

"Lord Russell is coming out."

"He has the worst temper among those people, so it's best to avoid appearing in front of him."

"you're right."

Ignoring the whispers coming from the drafty shack, the middle-aged gentleman known as Lussel walked down the street and got into an old-fashioned car with its license plate concealed.

"Only the subordinates of that usurper false king could have so many ignorant and foolish people; it's disgusting."

His first words upon boarding the bus were a vicious complaint.

"I will go to the testing ground to personally oversee this experiment. My lord will surely return."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and nodded:

"Long live the Witch King!"

Volume 1: Chapter 180 Want to Escape, My Child?

Leitania, Violet City, Luselle Experimental Field.

The Witch King's departure was a good thing for most of Letania; no one wanted to live in a country ruled by a mad and tyrannical monarch. But for a minority, the Witch King was an idol. His power, his image, the changes he brought to Letania, transforming the country into a true magical mecca, and his glorious achievements in leading the Letanians to victory over Gaul all fascinated them. After the Witch King's death, they called themselves his followers, refusing to accept the leadership of the Twin Queens, while constantly searching through various texts and studies for a way to resurrect him.

As the saying goes, "A large forest has all kinds of birds," and no one can be sure whether some of them truly joined the Witch King's remnants out of admiration for the emperor. No one can even be certain whether the Witch King knew these so-called loyal subjects. All that is known is that after the Twin Queens ascended the throne, these remnants, though rampant for a time, never actually caused any real trouble. It had a comical feel to it—a scholar's rebellion that failed after ten years.

Of course, Russell didn't consider himself like his useless colleagues. He was erudite, having studied under a former high-ranking sorcerer of the Witch King's personal guard, and had traveled to the ancient Yan Kingdom and the emerging Columbia for further studies. He had made significant contributions to the unpredictable Great Yan magic and the emerging scientific field of Originium Arts. At the time of the coup that overthrew the Witch King, he was a guest under a Grand Duke in Victoria. The Grand Duke had offered him a large sum of money, hoping he would remain in Victoria as an instructor to train his army. This was a privilege countless sorcerers wouldn't even dare to dream of; an invitation from a Victorian Grand Duke was even more valuable than the pleas of some small-nation leaders.

But after the coup, he refused the Duke's offer to stay and returned to Letania immediately, where he met his teacher.

“Our great king will not depart; he merely exists in a different form. The usurping twins will forever be shrouded in the shadow of the Witch King; they may try to escape, but they can never escape!”

His teacher asserted this.

"Our king has already prepared a way out for himself. His life's work, research, and even secrets are buried in the ancient books of the tower. As long as we dig them out and find that treasure, the day our king returns will be just around the corner!"

As the Witch King's personal guard, his words carried more weight than any unrealistic rhetoric. Russell accepted the invitation and resolutely became a member of the Witch King's remnant. He established his experimental field in Violet City, a location similar to Victoria's trajectory, and, leveraging the lenient conditions of the Lawless Lands and his connections in Victoria, began analyzing the Witch King's legacy, now leading the way for everyone else.

Standing behind the one-way glass of the experimental field, Russell looked at the open space outside the glass, surrounded by reinforced alloy, and at the thinly dressed, pitiful-looking girl standing there, and whispered:

"Experiment begins. Phase one: Play the sounds of the mortal world."

The researcher nodded and inserted the pre-recorded tape into the amplifier's interface. A chaotic and aesthetically displeasing melody immediately filled the entire experimental field. It was music composed of countless instruments, but it lacked the grandeur and awe of a symphony. It was as if the conductor was a three-year-old child, waving his baton around like a toy. The flute and drumbeats sounded like cacophony, and the violins and cellos sounded like slicing glass. If it weren't for a soundproof wall, just hearing this sound would be enough to make a Leitanian frown and become angry.

The girl standing in the experimental field wasn't so lucky. As the song began to play, a wave of frustration and anxiety washed over her. At first, she looked around nervously, but soon she couldn't help but cover her ears and frantically shake her head, trying to shake the terrifying music out of her mind. But she quickly realized this was just a futile waste of energy. She began to suffer; snot, tears, and even saliva flowed uncontrollably, and she began to let out pitiful howls, like a crazed beast tearing at her ears.

As the "Voice of the Mortal World" reached its climax, she had almost lost her original consciousness, replaced by a frenzy similar to the "Voice of the Mortal World." Her once pretty face, even without makeup, had now become as terrifying as a demon from hell. She screamed and rushed towards the glass, her cries of pleas, curses, and even insane mutterings switching back and forth, seemingly reaching her limit.

Seeing this scene before him, Russell sighed, waved his hand, and said:

"Experiment terminated. The subject lasted 30 seconds longer than the previous one, but has not yet met the criteria for proceeding to the next stage of the experiment. Take her back, place her under separate supervision, and arrange for dedicated personnel to assist with her meals and care. Do not let her die."

He glanced at the form in his hand and said:

"We don't have much material left. We should try to reuse it as much as possible."

"Understood." The researcher nodded.

That night, the girl was helped into her new room.

The room was exquisitely decorated. The pink walls were adorned with landscape paintings that could be considered masterpieces. A super king-size bed, a full three meters long, was placed above the room, next to a dimly lit orange nightlight and a clothes rack with delicate dresses hanging on it. The dressing table was filled with cosmetics and a large round mirror. Her dinner for the evening, a steaming hot camel meat steak, was placed on the desk next to the dressing table. On the small bookshelf next to it were the latest popular newspapers and magazines and classic books.