Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

"Detain him. Take that girl away and ask a master of Originium Arts in the field of mental manipulation to see if they can obtain any useful information through hypnosis, and then send her to Utica."

Utica, the ancestral territory of the Witch King before he became Witch King, was a small count's domain and was once part of the capital [King's Territory]. It was split off during the transition between the old and new eras and is now in ruins.

Rumors circulated that every inch of the land was stained with the blood of the Witch King's descendants, but the Twin Queens did not respond to these rumors.

Jin Lufawei instantly understood the Queen's thoughts. This was not the first time they had captured a remnant of the Witch King's faction, nor the first time they had rescued a descendant of the Witch King, nor the first time they had sent a descendant of the Witch King to Utica, a slow slaughterhouse where the senders would not use their knives, but most of those sent would not have a good end.

“Your mercy will surely be remembered by sinners.”

Kim Yul-fai praised her sincerely.

Whether it's worse than death or death, Jin Lufawei doesn't know, but whether for political or rational reasons, the Queen would never allow the descendants of the Witch King to live a normal life. Being sent to Utica, a place of exile, is already a great act of mercy.

"As for Rhodes Island, and that Kazimierz man who defeated the Witch King's afterimage, he seems to be quite famous?"

The blonde queen seemed to be considering something, then suddenly veered to another topic:

How far is the Queen's Voice from Violet City?

Jin Lufawei immediately and accurately replied, "Your Majesty, it's a three-day trip."

“I’ll go take a look,” she said with a smile, as if she was full of anticipation.

Volume One: Chapter 190 The Great Selection of Emperors and Marquises

Violet City, atop the tower.

The rather cramped main hall of the City Council was silent, with no one else present except for Kim Yul-fai and Lusel, who sat facing each other on the side seats.

The room was dark, the deep shadows weighing heavily on Russell's heart like a boulder. He was thinking, anxious, but he forced himself to control his emotions and expressions, refusing to reveal any weakness. Only when the silence became unbearable did he finally straighten his neck, a stiff, mocking smile forming at the corners of his mouth:

"Is the city under the Queen's rule unable to even turn on its lights?"

He practically revealed his identity as a remnant of the Witch King's faction. Although the silver-haired girl had already been taken away by them, this identity would be exposed sooner or later, so there was no point in hiding it. Moreover, he didn't seem particularly worried or afraid of this identity being exposed.

Jin Lufa wore a golden iron mask, obscuring his true expression. One could only glean his mood from his eyes, which peeked through the slits—calm, unperturbed, and even somewhat mocking.

"Her Majesty the Queen said that you, scum, cannot receive even a sliver of sunlight."

As he spoke, he chuckled, as if he had thought of something funny and was talking to himself without any restraint.

"Moss can grow even in dark sewers, so if you gave it sunlight, wouldn't it rot away?"

Lusel's literary cultivation was not low, not to mention that even an ordinary person could hear the veiled insult in Jin Lufawei's words. He wanted to retort, but the words that came out were just a weak and stubborn remark: "Hmph, the sharp tongue!"

"You were the one who started the mockery, and when you couldn't win the argument, you resorted to empty words. You've been said both good and bad things, haven't you?" Jin Lufawei thought to himself, and made no further comment.

His task was to monitor and wait. Jin Lufawei had already relayed the news of Russell's arrest back to the Queen's Voice, and the Queen's Voice had also issued an order: the Originium Arts expert in the spiritual realm was on his way. Once he arrived, there would be plenty of ways to make Russell talk, and there was no need to worry about Russell continuing to be stubborn.

He hadn't expected that Russell, sitting opposite him with a livid face and without saying a word, was also waiting.

..........

Violet City, Quarantine Gate.

The work at the quarantine gate has always been extremely lucrative. Controlling the final checkpoint before entering the city, the benefits one can reap are naturally extraordinary. Therefore, it's often filled by powerful members of the city council, who appoint their relatives or trusted confidants. These individuals frequently exploit merchants and travelers, extort money from those entering the city, and even use quarantine as a pretext for nefarious acts. Given Violet City's unique historical status, they usually receive little attention or punishment from the Letanian authorities.

If the government, namely the Empress, doesn't interfere, then the other nobles naturally have no right to interfere either. The division of power in Letania is very strict, even rigid. While nobles are widely respected, they can only exercise power within their own fiefdoms; otherwise, they are considered to have overstepped their bounds and will be punished. However, there are seven exceptions: the Letanian Electors, who possess various privileges such as participating in national politics, guarding local areas, and electing the emperor.

"However, generally speaking, our place is taboo. If we don't want to offend the Empress, it's unlikely that any Grand Elephant would be so free as to make a special trip to Violet City."

The official in charge of the quarantine checkpoint had just explained his work process and exploitation methods to the new official in a senior-like tone when, a second later, a commotion and noise were heard outside the quarantine gate.

He frowned, picked up the walkie-talkie with obvious impatience, leaned closer to the window, and peered out, saying:

"What's wrong? What happened? Why is it so noisy outside? Hey, hey?"

The other end of the microphone was filled with noise, so loud that the official couldn't hear a response. He frowned and called out a few more times before a deep, unfamiliar male voice finally came from the other end:

"The official in charge of the quarantine gate, come out and see me."

"Ok?"

The official raised an eyebrow, about to ask who was speaking on the other end, when he heard the walkie-talkie fall to the ground, followed by a crisp snapping sound and a piercing dial tone. He hurriedly took the walkie-talkie away from his ear, but the jarring sound still made him dizzy and irritated. He immediately took down the staff and crossbow bolts hanging on the wall, handing the crossbow bolts to the new official:

"Come on, let's go out and see what's going on."

"You're in luck. This is your first lesson: learn how to teach those troublemakers who try to force their way through the quarantine gates a lesson!"

The new official, bewildered, took the crossbow and followed behind his superior, pushing open the office door.

The quarantine office was located within the towering walls of the mobile city. One had to descend a corridor to the first floor, then turn a corner inside the gate to exit the city. The official walked quickly; in his anger, he covered the distance that usually took five minutes in a stroll in two. As he reached the corner, he straightened his clothes and the nameplate on his chest, raised his staff, and stepped out of the city gate.

"Who dares to make a sound!"

The voice, deliberately amplified by magic to project an air of authority, was cut short as soon as it was uttered, causing the tone of the word "clamor" to rise sharply, almost turning into a scream.

Before them lay not conflicting crowds or merchants trying to force their way through the quarantine gates, but rows of high-flying flags, fully armed soldiers, sorcerers clad in black robes and white armor, and an entire orderly honor guard! This level of discipline was beyond the reach of ordinary nobles, and even the most esteemed member of the city council, the former minister of the sorcerer king who had been demoted to this position, might not be able to afford it.

The official almost immediately guessed the identity of the person this army represented, dropped his staff, prostrated himself on the ground, and cried out in panic:

"Welcome, Your Excellency, Elector!"

The Liberian man, surrounded by the honor guard in the center, did not respond. Before him, a majestic sorcerer, clad in a black robe and white armor, stepped forward and questioned:

"The Elector's entourage passed through this area and sent envoys to communicate and provide support, hoping to rest temporarily. However, the envoys have not returned for several days. People were sent to inquire, but they were blocked at the quarantine gate and asked for bribes. Now, the Elector has come in person, hoping to get a reasonable explanation."

His tone suddenly became more forceful, emphasizing it in a threatening manner:

"Don't try to be clever, don't act eccentric, and don't pretend you can't find yourself!"

The official was so frightened he almost lost his nerve and couldn't speak for a long time. It was the newcomer behind him who finally looked up and asked:

"Every person who enters the city through the quarantine gate undergoes professional inspection and registration. Your Excellency, who is your messenger...?"

The tall, imposing man, surrounded by a crowd, shifted his hawk-like eyes from the trembling official kneeling on the ground to the newcomer who had spoken. A faint smile seemed to curve his lips as he finally spoke:

"Russel von Klauwitz".

Volume 1: Chapter 191 Why Was He Still a Regent?

Bang!

He slammed his fist heavily against the wall, instantly cracking the exquisitely carved tiles and leaving a deep fist mark. Still not satisfied, Jin Lufawei angrily shouted:

"Bullshit! Who in the entire Violet City doesn't know the name Russell? How dare he claim that it was an envoy he sent? Doesn't he have any shame?"

The other guard standing next to him merely glanced at him and reminded him:

"Be careful what you say. If the Grand Election Lord hears this, it's not just a matter of losing face; it will cause Her Majesty the Empress a lot of trouble. Have you thought this through?"

The furious Jin Lifawei paused, took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the raging anger within him, and looked at his colleague beside him, asking for advice:

"Then what do you think we should do? Are we just going to hand Lusser over to the Teutonic Elector?"

“Of course we have to hand them over. What other better way do you have?” The calm Golden Law Guard stroked his staff, his tone full of helplessness, but unlike his companion, he did not show anger and despair. He emphasized meticulously, “However, we can hand them over, but we have to leave them in Violet City.”

The Golden Law Guards are merely the Queen's personal guards, their backers being the Queen. In the era of the Witch King, these guards could naturally act with impunity before the Grand Election Lords. However, now that the situation has reversed and the Queens have become the weaker side, the Golden Law Guards, as their henchmen, can only restrain their sharpness and try to avoid conflict with the Grand Election Lords.

This is not only a principle tacitly accepted by the Golden Law Guard, but also an admonition given by the Empress.

Among those whom the Queen absolutely must not clash with, lest they find fault with them, the one most valued by the Queen is none other than the renowned Teutonic Elector who has now arrived in Violet City.

His fiefdom was in northern Letania, where his family held absolute power over three large mobile cities. Constantly facing threats from Ursus, his territory had developed a fierce and warlike populace. After the new Teutonic Elector ascended to the throne, he initiated a series of modernization reforms: restricting the nobility, promoting military officers, building universities, and lowering the age for Originium Arts aptitude testing to include birth and testing at ages three, six, twelve, and fifteen. He also established what was arguably the first compulsory primary school in Letania to allow Infected individuals to attend, further exacerbating the already dire situation within Letania. The Infected, who had almost become experimental subjects, were given the opportunity to receive an education and basic knowledge of Originium Arts.

Today, the widespread availability of compulsory education has made his fiefdom the place with the strongest magical atmosphere in the entire Lytania. The militarized management and the emphasis on Originium Arts talent have also enabled him to build a top-notch mage army. His outstanding personal charm has also won him the favor of many nobles around him, and he is poised to become a king.

This person is absolutely not to be provoked. Not to mention that the Golden Law Guards have no idea what his sudden visit is all about, even if they did know, it would be difficult for them to do anything to this Elector who is surrounded by many guards—the Teutonic Elector himself is also one of the top experts.

Since a direct confrontation is not an option, compromise is the only choice. Her Majesty the Queen has said that the politics of Letania is a system of constant compromises between the Emperor and the Electors in exchange for their corresponding level of support. This has been an unchanging rule for millennia. The person who attempted to reverse this rule, to turn compromise into a favor and support into an obligation, is now an unnamed entity whom "you know who" cannot reveal.

“Go and bring Lusel out. We’ll take him to see the Great Elector. Then you’ll do as I say.”

The composed Jin Lufa guard sheathed his staff in the leather sheath at his waist and turned to walk out of the tower. The furious Jin Lufa guard could only sigh deeply, turn around, and pull open the heavy oak doors of the council hall.

"Luselle".

He had barely spoken when he saw Russell, seated in his parliamentary seat, cross his legs, a mocking smile playing on his already wrinkled face, as if he had expected this:

"See, what did I tell you?"

“You’ve brought me here and imprisoned me, but this is only temporary. I promised you long ago that I wouldn’t stay in jail for more than a minute.”

..............

In Violet City, on Queen's Road, a tall, spacious room that had just been cleaned was being moved in one by one, filled with luxurious furniture that cost at least 100,000 Lungmen Dollars each. In the center of the room, two sofas facing each other had already been placed. The Teutonic Elector, who had been surrounded by a crowd at the city gate, was now sitting upright on the sofa, adjusting his posture to ensure he was in a more comfortable and relaxed position.

Opposite him, another guest, dressed in black armor and dark gray trousers, sat in another chair. His black armor differed from that of the guards beside the Grand Election Emperor; it was sharper and darker, highlighting his robust physique. He wore a scarlet cloak, and his long, golden hair cascaded down, making him appear handsome.

However, what was most striking about him was not his attire before the Elector, but the pair of jet-black horns on his head. These were not horns that a race like the Caprini or the Elafia could possess; they were jagged and irregularly shaped, with the left and right horns being different sizes, filled with a malicious blasphemy against a society that revered symmetry—they were the horns of a demon. More precisely, the person qualified to sit before the Elector and speak face to face with him was a Sarkaz.

"Manfred."

The Elector called out his name, and the young Sarkaz general stood up, bowed respectfully, and, after receiving a response, sat down with composure. His social manners and poise were no less than those of any seasoned Letanian noble, and perhaps even more so, pleased the Elector.

"You came to see me on Theresis's orders. What setback did he encounter in his operations in Londinium?"

"His Highness the Regent has planned everything meticulously; my arrival is merely to confirm it."

"Confirm what?"

Manfred replied, "Will the Witch King be resurrected?"

The Grand Elephant didn't answer, but instead smiled mysteriously. He looked at Manfred with admiration, his tone relaxed, as if he already knew what was about to happen, and naturally changed the subject:

“Manfred, you should know what happened in this city last night. My man, Russell, has been arrested on charges of manipulating magic, endangering public safety, and involving the Witch King. According to Letanian law, even the magnanimous Queen can only sentence him to death.”

"But I'm telling you, no. Let me tell you what will happen next? That way you can be prepared for the answer to your question."