Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Manfred looked puzzled but nodded nonetheless.

The Grand Election Emperor began his narration with a relaxed expression: "Soon, someone will knock on the door, and then I will be asked to go outside."

"Where, one or two, no more than that, would stand in the corridor. They would greet me first, flattering me with words that were either sincere or insincere, praising my contributions to Letania, making the country a peaceful place."

“They would give me local specialties, perhaps wine, perhaps animal liver, or perhaps a beautiful woman or a brilliant musician. I don’t care; it all depends on their sincerity.”

The Elector sat up slightly, raised his right hand, and held up one finger, as if to emphasize the upcoming turn of events: "Then, they will tell me that Lusser cannot be released. I will object, and may even threaten him with the dignity of the Elector. But in the end, Lusser will not be released. The reason they refuse me is the same reason you think I will do anything to get Lusser back."

“I often deal with people on this earth who call themselves leaders, including my enemies and the enemies of my enemies. Among them is your regent. There are countless schemers on this earth, and Theresis is undoubtedly one of the best. Sometimes, there are things he doesn’t choose not to do, not because he can’t, but because it would put him in a very awkward position.”

"You asked me if I would resurrect the Witch King. In fact, the answer was already in Theresis's heart the moment you set off from Londinium."

The Grand Elephant's smile seemed to carry a hint of instruction for the young man: "Young man, think about the person you serve. Why is he still a regent?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

The tapping sound seemed to be in sync with Manfred's heartbeat. He looked at the Great Elector who had stood up and asked a question, yet it also seemed as if he was asking himself:

"Why did you still choose to become an emperor?"

He met the Teutonic Elector's gaze and immediately understood its meaning:

Because there is an emperor standing in my way, it is actually to my advantage.

P.S.: The last paragraph is a modified version of Lord of War. I think the essence of this movie is this last paragraph.

The true purpose of Theresa's resurrection of Theresa will be explained in the new chapter. Some may say, wasn't Theresa resurrected by the Pardoner without her consent? Wasn't Theresa completely unaware of this?

In fact, the possibility of this is extremely low. First of all, Theresa's resurrection occurred after the Sarkaz entered Londinium. Theresis had already basically unified most of the Sarkaz, and there were Blood Demons, Shapeshifters, and Carrion Eaters in the Royal Court who were clearly loyal. For the Absolute Master to secretly set up a factory in a city, resurrect Theresa, and at the same time avoid all of Theresis's spies and surveillance, is basically impossible. Not to mention that resurrecting Theresa is not something that can be done in an instant. Theresa is clearly shown in a PV scene where she is soaking in nutrient solution. For such a long time, Theresis and the other Royal Court members and ordinary Sarkaz did not notice at all?

I'm more inclined to believe that Master Trunks tacitly approved of this. Although he'd hate the Exorcist so much he'd want to smash it to pieces, Theresa's resurrection and her support for the Sarkaz aligns with the interests of Theresis and the majority of the Sarkaz. Given Theresis's current persona of being solely focused on the revival of Kazdel and the development of the Sarkaz people, the possibility that he'll tolerate it for the time being is quite high.

Of course, this is just one person's opinion, so take it with a grain of salt. The real story will depend on the upcoming main plot update.

Volume 1: Chapter 192 Summoning

Violet City, Rhodes Island Office.

Roy had always been curious why, despite Violet City not being a small city, the Rhodes Island office only had one operator, Yotsumi. Normally, things were fine when nothing was going on, but after what happened last night, Roy hadn't seen Yotsumi at all until this afternoon. He only learned from Margaret that Miss Yotsumi was incredibly busy.

“I hope everything goes well for her.”

Margaret said somewhat apologetically that she was of no help whatsoever in resolving this trouble. All her connections and resources were in Casimir, and in Letania, she couldn't even speak a word for Miss Letan; exposing her identity would be extremely dangerous. Most Letanians didn't have a good impression of the Casimirians, especially the Lightbringer family.

"Have we caused trouble for Miss Ye Tan?"

She looked at Roy, a little uneasy. Seeing this, Roy could only wave his hand reassuringly:

"It's okay, we were just doing what we should do."

“A street was destroyed because of an Originium Arts experiment, which could have caused a large-scale infection incident. Rhodes Island went to the rescue, which is a good thing. Skadi and I suppressed the source of the infection and prevented the situation from escalating further, which is also a good thing.”

Roy looked at Margaret and said seriously:

"If at some point, even saving a life requires hesitation and consideration of whether it will cause trouble for others, it can only mean that the moral standards of society and people's values ​​have suffered a huge decline, which is a phenomenon that deserves our vigilance."

When one is in trouble, help comes from all sides; when one sees injustice, lend a hand. These are the most basic and natural ideas. If one day, people have to be as cautious as they are about whether to help an elderly person who has fallen down, then that in itself symbolizes a huge problem.

Having witnessed countless similar news stories in his past life, Roy firmly encouraged Margaret when he heard her wavering on her actions. He didn't want to see someone like Margaret harbor such thoughts. She should maintain her passion and sense of justice, becoming a rare positive role model in this era, the kind of knight that many people yearn for.

Roy's tone was serious and firm, which deeply moved Margaret. She lowered her head, clenched her fist, and thought with a touch of self-mockery:

She wandered the land for a long time after being exiled, but she never gave up her sense of justice. However, for some reason, since leaving Rhodes Island and meeting Roy, she seemed to have become much more vulnerable than before. When faced with problems and doubts, she would habitually try to seek answers from others.

In the past, she would ask Shining, whose noble but troubled companion would carefully answer her questions and offer advice. Then she would ask Kal'tsit, whose words were often profound and difficult to understand. Now, she is asking Roy.

When did I start subconsciously relying on others?

Margaret asked herself, but couldn't find where this feeling came from.

She shook her head, temporarily setting aside these unimportant girlish emotions, and then heard the sound of the door opening from the entrance hall. Miss Ye Tan, whose face was full of exhaustion, shuffled into the living room while supporting herself against the wall.

"I'm exhausted. Let me rest for a bit."

Roy handed a bottle of water to Ye Tan and asked, "What's going on outside?"

Ye Tan accepted the water bottle from her idol with some surprise, said thank you, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and explained, "A Grand Elephant has come to Violet City. The entire Citizens' Council has come to a standstill today. Hehe, can you believe it? Those councilors who are usually so arrogant are not going to work today and are working as movers for the Grand Elephant, carrying a bed in several people."

Roy's lips twitched. He had seen plenty of sycophants and flatterers in front of his superiors, but he had rarely seen anyone willing to lower himself to be a mover for someone else.

However, upon closer reflection, these citizens and councilors of Violet City are actually impoverished nobles who were exiled here for committing crimes or taking the wrong side. In their eyes, this dilapidated city on the isolated border might not even receive the attention of the two empresses and the electors for decades. Now that an elector has finally come to this city, what other choice do they have but to do everything they can to curry favor and beg for a chance to change their fate?

Ultimately, it's the environment that shapes people. It's a bit sad to think about, but I still have to complain.

Roy asked casually, "Why did the Grand Election Emperor come here?"

"It seems that one of his messengers got lost here. He came to question someone, but it's unclear what exactly happened."

Roy nodded, already having a guess in his mind.

Roy already knew that Russell and the remnants of the Witch King he represented were backed by a High Elector. In the storyline of Dust of the Past, another remnant of the Witch King, Lady Gertrude, had hysterically accused that High Elector. Although the storyline did not explicitly state which High Elector was secretly plotting all of this, given the sudden arrival of this High Elector now, it was hard for Roy not to connect the two events.

Is he trying to bai out Russell?

But that doesn't make sense. According to the information Roy obtained, the so-called "Sounds of the Mortal World" that Russell was researching in an attempt to resurrect the Witch King was not a very core research direction, much less the only way. It was just a series of discontinuous fragments that the Witch King composed on a whim while studying magic and music in the tower, and which were then recorded on the score by the court musicians. It could only represent a certain stage of the Witch King's life.

It can be stated very clearly that even if all the manuscripts of the Voices of the Mortal World were collected and injected into the body of a descendant of a Witch King, allowing him to fully absorb them, what would awaken would not be a true Witch King, but a monster full of contradictions and madness, a mixture of countless fragments of the Witch King. This is because, in the process of growing up, a person will constantly negate and improve himself.

Just like Roy loved eating cucumbers as a child, but didn't want to eat them anymore as an adult, what would happen if these two worldly voices, separated as childhood and adulthood, were injected into the same person's body? Would that person both want to eat cucumbers and not want to eat them?

If this contradiction were limited to a small cucumber, it wouldn't be so bad. But on a larger scale, such as in the research conclusions on Originium Arts, if a contradiction appears, it's equivalent to a bug appearing directly.

This is a research direction with little future prospects.

Then Russell, who was primarily focused on this area, shouldn't have needed an Elector to personally attend to his affairs; his status shouldn't be significantly different from Lady Gertrude's. Unless, he had some hidden secret.

"Roy, what are you thinking about?"

Ye Tan raised her hand and waved it in front of Roy. Roy snapped out of his daze, smiled slightly, and shook his head, saying, "It's nothing."

“Then you should go to the Citizens' Council first.” Nightfall took out a decent Letanian suit from the closet and handed it to Roy, saying, “The Citizens' Council summons you. Because of what happened last night.”

"Me?" Roy blinked. He should be an employee affiliated with Rhodes Island's office now, with Miss Yotsumi in charge. Why would she seek him out alone?

Ye Tan nodded: "They only want you."

Volume 1: Chapter 193 The Spiritual Sorcerer

Violet City, Citizens' Council.

When Roy stepped into the building, he was surprised to find that he wasn't being questioned by the City Council at all, but rather by a middle-aged man with long, graying hair, dressed in aristocratic attire. He was surrounded by many guards in black robes and white armor, sitting in the private seat that should have belonged to the Speaker.

In the passageway separating the two seats in front of him, Roy saw Russell, the proud remnant of the Witch King, kneeling on the ground. His head, which he always unconsciously raised, was now drooping limply, making it impossible to see his expression. His silk hat and cane lay on the floor beside him, and his arms hung limply at his sides as if paralyzed, his hands dragging on the ground. He looked like a desperate man who had lost all life.

The next second after seeing this scene, a notification from the module system immediately popped up in Roy's mind:

[Anomalies detected in the surrounding area. Emergency module mission issued. Completion will earn corresponding rewards.]

[Identify the source of any unusual activity in the room.]

[The abnormal situation has been resolved.]

Kill the person who caused the anomaly.

[Reward: Specific type modules A, B, and C (depending on mission completion)]

Roy's heart skipped a beat. He controlled his expression, smiled, and said, "Sorry, wrong way," before trying to back away from this troublesome place. He absolutely did not want to accept this emergency mission. What constituted an abnormal situation? His chatless system had never given him any warnings before. Now, not only had it suddenly given him a warning, but it had even triggered a mission, which showed how special this area was.

The requirements of this mission were even more chilling. Roy had excellent eyesight and could immediately spot the man surrounded by people sitting in the speaker's seat, yet the mission still demanded that he "find the source of the anomaly," even offering a C-level module as a reward for simply identifying the source. What did this mean?

Either the man in the speaker's seat isn't the source of the anomaly, and there's another hidden boss in this room who can alert the system; or the man in the speaker's seat is the anomaly himself, the kind that would cause a major incident just by mentioning or touching him, hence the tempting guaranteed reward.

It was daytime, and Roy had brought the Sun Sword, but this was indoors with no windows. Even if a conflict were to break out, he would have to move outdoors first. He retreated step by step, and just as he was about to leave this strangely atmospheric house, he heard the middle-aged man on the speaker's platform speak calmly:

"Is our witness here? Looking at you, you look very familiar. Where have I seen you before?"

He rubbed his chin, thought for a moment, and then suddenly realized:

"Oh, right, on Victoria's TV news, that tycoon set up a foundation for you. Heh, you're a knight of Casimir, aren't you? How did you end up in Letania?"

The question was already right in his ear, and it was impossible for Roy to pretend not to hear. So he could only stop and cautiously answer:

"It was just a transit stop. I was on my way to rescue someone last night and happened to run into Russell."

"And then you snatched the Witch King's descendant before him, and almost got into a fight with him?"

Descendants of the Witch King!

Roy glanced at Russell in surprise. Why did this guy have to tell everyone? Hiding a descendant of the Witch King was a serious crime in Letania, and resurrecting the Witch King was a capital offense. And this is how you confessed?

Roy remained calm and said, "I didn't know she was a descendant of the Witch King. I just happened to pick up that girl."

He paused and added:

"The company I'm about to start working for is a medical enterprise with an office in Letania. They also frequently participate in rescue and relief efforts around the world. Last night's accident caused varying degrees of damage to 50 percent of the buildings along Simon Boulevard and injured hundreds of people. I was with the company on the rescue mission."

The middle-aged man paused, as if waiting for something, and after a moment, he nodded:

"I believe what you're saying is true. However, there's another problem."

"According to Russell's testimony, you have already seen the Voice of the Mortal World, and even fought with 'him', haven't you?"

Roy finally couldn't help but glance at Russell again, only to see him still kneeling on the ground like a corpse. If he couldn't see the rise and fall of his body as he breathed, Roy would believe he was dead.

But if he didn't die, why would he reveal all of this?

Whether it's the girl Roy picked up being a descendant of the Witch King, or the research findings of the Voice of the Mortals, or the latest progress in resurrecting the Witch King, these are all things that could be deadly. Although Roy didn't expect Russell to protect him, was he not even going to protect himself? Revealing these things would only drag Roy into the mess, bringing him no benefit whatsoever, and would certainly lead to his death!