Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

“Miss Skadi said you haven’t been feeling well since you came back. I’ve heard that the Letanians secretly cast curses on people to make them sick. I learned some medical knowledge on Rhodes Island. Can I take a look at you?”

The healer is requesting to heal others.

Although it was a request, Margaret didn't seem to wait for Roy's answer. She went into the room on her own, took the medicine out of her pocket one by one, and muttered something like a complaint: "If Miss Skadi hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known you were sick. Why didn't you say so?" Then she sighed, as if she understood something, and said, "I understand you people. I won't tell anyone."

Roy opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He roughly understood Margaret's thoughts. She probably felt that Roy had offended Russell last night, and therefore, during his interrogation today, the Letanian sorcerers retaliated, tampering with his body and causing him to contract a disease. She didn't want to tell others and worry them, so she kept it to herself, and immediately hid in her room upon returning to the office.

The problem is, Roy isn't sick.

Roy turned his head and glanced at Skadi, who was sitting upright on the sofa directly opposite the bedroom. As soon as their eyes met, Skadi seemed not to see him and smoothly looked away, returning her gaze to the television broadcasting the evening news. Roy couldn't help but smile wryly.

Skadi lied about her illness. Why did Skadi specifically mention her illness to Margaret? Was she secretly concerned for her?

It's rare to see such a thoughtful person like the orca. And Margaret, who was already busy enough helping Miss Nightshade, still specially prepared medicine for herself and sent it over.

Looking at the medicine Margaret handed him, Roy gave a helpless yet happy smile.

Although you can't take medicine indiscriminately, Hai Si's body can still handle the grass, so he'll get to it!

Volume 1: Chapter 196 The Tower of the Witch King

"How's the investigation into Roy's identity going?"

After dealing with the members of parliament who came to his door today, the Teutonic Elector breathed a sigh of relief, his tone filled with anticipation.

After learning from the sorcerer that Roy was lying, he did not rush to summon Roy again, but instead launched an investigation into his identity.

He wasn't one to fight unprepared battles. Even knowing Roy's presence might pose a threat, he didn't underestimate him simply because Roy appeared to be a nobody. Like a lion hunting a rabbit, he used his power, and investigation reports on Roy were constantly being delivered to him over the past few days. The more reports he reviewed, the more interested the Grand Election Lord became.

Upon receiving the order, the Elector's personal guards quickly brought back a scroll of the latest report from outside and respectfully presented it to the Elector.

Teuton picked up the densely packed white paper on the table and began to read it, his expression quickly becoming very interested.

"A member of the Kazimir Unarmored Alliance, suspected to be a former Blue Gold High Commander, Blue Gold..."

Teutonic murmured to himself. An old figure immediately appeared in his mind. He was wearing leather armor and wielding a longbow that looked somewhat outdated. Even when facing thousands of troops, he showed no fear. He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and the black iron fell from the sky like a silver meteor.

Xuan Tie, or rather "the protector of the villages of Qazimir," was a figure of great historical significance to the Teutonic principality bordering Qazimir. During the wars against Qazimir, his army maintained strict discipline and never set foot in the rural villages he protected.

He had long heard that the man had left the countryside for the Great Knights' Territory, where he had established his own organization, but he hadn't received any news of him for a long time. It seemed he had gone into hiding, which puzzled him greatly. In the Teutonic view, the heroes of Casimir were few and far between: the late Cyril Nearl was one; his children, Snitz and Marna, who hadn't experienced real war, were another; and Xuan Tie was yet another. As for the Merchant Guild, they had merely ridden the wave of the times; even a pig could fly, they weren't heroes.

If Kazimierz is indeed to be controlled by someone in the future, then Xuan Tie is definitely one of the most likely candidates to become that person.

Roy is a member of Xuan Tie. Does this mean that the Wu Zhou Alliance's policy of keeping a low profile is finally coming to an end?

"The assassins of the Unarmored Alliance then participated in the Arena Knights competition, winning the championship with strength far exceeding their group, and left the Grand Knight Territory without taking a single penny. Shortly afterward, they thwarted the offensive of the Ursus Third Army on the Uka border, nipping a war in the bud..."

Recalling the intelligence he had received over the past few days, and now that Roy's disguise had finally been exposed, the Grand Elephant felt a mix of crisis, joy, and calculation.

"Now that he's come to Letania, what does he want to do?"

Teuton pondered for a moment, then turned to his personal guards who were still standing before him and gave them instructions:

"Go and invite Mr. Roy here. I have some questions for him."

...........

"Has the Grand Elephant arrived in Violet City?"

The blonde queen sat regally at a rectangular table covered with an lace tablecloth, before her a plate of exquisitely grilled Letanian sausages, a glass of hot milk (yes, that's what it's called), and a platter of mixed vegetable salad for a balanced meal. This was her breakfast. Opposite her, another armchair was empty; the dark-haired queen, who should have been sitting there, was nowhere to be seen, but she didn't seem surprised, as if it were a common occurrence.

She put down her silver fork with a hint of melancholy, turned her head slightly, and glanced at the maid who had delivered the message. Her good mood from the morning was now ruined, and she had no choice but to adopt a more formal expression.

"Which elector is it?"

“Your Majesty, it is the Teutonic Elector.” Although the blonde empress did not exert any pressure, the maid lowered her head even further. “He claims that he was passing through this place when his envoy was detained, so he had to come to Violet City in person. But he says that his envoy was Russell.”

"...Sigh. Who delivered this intelligence?" The Empress pursed her lips and said carefully, "Find his family or relatives, bring them back, treat them well, and discuss rewards after the matter is over."

"The Teutons are not an easy person to deal with."

"The Queen asserted. He didn't believe this message could have been relayed by his Golden Law Guards or any of his spies in Violet City; they couldn't have escaped the Teutons' notice, and were certainly already being restricted and monitored under various pretexts. And whoever risked sending the message back to the Queen's voice, regardless of the circumstances, was already in grave danger."

But the next second, the maid's words made the empress's heart sink once again.

"The message was sent back by the Teutonic Elector."

This is provocation.

The Queen's keen political sense immediately detected the strong sense of provocation hidden within the message.

Except in times of war, electors are forbidden from leaving their own territories without permission, and even more so from entering city-states not under their jurisdiction without the emperor's permission.

This rule is written in the code of Letania, but it has long been regarded as a joke by many. It has become commonplace for the electors to meet with each other, hold private meetings, and hold gatherings across cities and countries. However, no matter what, everyone will always have a sense of propriety, will cover it up, will make excuses, will find a reasonably appropriate reason, or simply not let the empress find out.

However, the Teutonic Elector directly relayed the message to the Queen's Voice. It was a blatant provocation, clearly conveying the attitude, "I'm going, so what can you do about it?"

What's frightening is that this wasn't the first time the Teutons had provoked him. This great elector, who guarded the border of Casimir and Letania, expanded his army under the guise of national defense, won over people's hearts under the pretext of tourism, and annexed minor nobles within his territory who were supposed to be his counterweights, all under various pretexts and slogans. His ambitions and schemes were clearly revealed.

No, it's not even obvious. The most famous slogan of the Teutonic Elector was: "No divided Letania, the Letanians should be united!"

What sounded perfectly reasonable as a propaganda slogan, in this country, sounded jarringly harsh.

Unification is a distant concept. The Grand Elephant had finally managed to remove the Witch King from his throne, and he didn't want to invite another emperor to rule over him. So, they even elected two empresses.

The Teutonic Elector, however, sought "unification".

"Where have our people gone?"

The Queen made no comment on Teutons' behavior; he simply took several deep breaths and then calmly asked.

“We will be able to arrive today,” the maid said.

"Then, send messengers to deliver this message to the other Grand Election Lords in three days. Remember, three days later, neither earlier nor later."

"Also, prepare a car for me."

She got up, and her untouched breakfast had already gone mostly cold.

The maid asked with concern, "Where are you going?"

"The Witch King's Tower," she said calmly.

Volume 1: Chapter 197 The Empress: I've struck gold by using the spy screen!

The sky over Letania always seemed overcast, even in the early spring countryside, a gloomy atmosphere pervaded the air. And under this overcast sky, a tall tower stood out abruptly, out of place with the surrounding low flowerbeds and woods, like an inviolable fortress.

It is an ancient building, constructed of black stone, standing hundreds of feet tall, majestic and imposing. The outer walls of the tower are covered with mysterious runes and incantations, some of which are worn and worn, yet still exude a strong magical aura. The copper rings on the doors are covered with the dust of time, looking as if they haven't been opened for decades.

The blonde empress stood before the tower, taking a deep breath as if recalling the long-dissipated stench of blood in the air.

Every wizard who has made achievements in magic will build a tower for himself. The Queen also has her own tower, but the one in front of her does not belong to her. Its owner has left and entered the yellowed annals of history.

However, although the Witch King's Tower now appears desolate and silent, the energy it exudes is still awe-inspiring. For a long time, this tower was regarded as a symbol of magic and mystery in Letania and even the entire Terra, with ancient legends and myths, as well as coveted knowledge and puzzles. At the same time, it also holds the Witch King's deepest secret - the ascension that changed him and Letania took place at the top of this tower.

The Queen, draped in a brown hooded cloak that enveloped her figure, resembled a devout seeker. Her gaze was lowered, and she walked slowly toward the tower, a worried shadow hanging over her face, as if harboring a secret.

The tower's doors were tightly shut, and it should have been empty, yet she knocked nonetheless. After waiting silently for three seconds, there was no response. She gently pushed the door open and stepped into a dimly lit hall. A musty, aged smell filled the air. Exquisite tables and chairs were scattered haphazardly throughout the hall, covered in a thick layer of dust, clearly neglected for a long time. Yet, for some reason, the large portrait hanging on the wall was spotless, depicting two people, or perhaps just one.

One of them revealed a gentle and loving face, with slightly closed eyes. Although the spiral horns on his head were ferocious, they were adorned with flowers and vines, and he was surrounded by countless angels and people. The other wore a thick, full-face mask, obscuring his features. A scarlet aura seeped from the cracks in the mask. The spiral horns on his head were hideous and terrifying, from which hung countless skulls and laughing demons.

The Portrait of the Witch King. The last self-portrait he created himself, left behind on Earth. By then, he had long since completed his ascension, and his mastery of supernatural magic had reached a level of unparalleled perfection. This portrait, created by him personally, contains his thoughts at that time; in a sense, it is alive.

The queen raised her head and looked up at the winding staircase. She hesitated for a moment, but still slowly walked up.

As she moved, the dust and cobwebs on the wall grew thicker and thicker, as if time was accelerating or reversing. She also heard a murmur of praise and curses, which made her frown and quicken her pace.

Finally, she arrived before the colossal painting. Instantly, everything around her returned to its original state. Melodious music filled the hall beneath the spiral staircase, accompanied by cheerful conversation and the rhythmic tapping of dance steps. The hall's lights illuminated the magnificent palace, bringing it into view as if she had returned to the time when the Witch King was still alive. At the same time, the portrait before the Queen also changed.

The man with his eyes slightly closed opened them, the red light beneath his cracked mask intensifying. Simultaneously, as if mirrored, they all looked through the picture frame at the elegant lady standing before them, and spoke:

What are you searching for?

"The art of domination or extraordinary wisdom?" "Forbidden knowledge or great magic?"

"I wish to speak with the Witch King," the Queen said firmly, ignoring the alluring voice in the portrait.

The moving portrait revealed an expression of disappointment, then twisted like a vortex, the two faces merging together, finally transforming into a majestic yet somber figure. He had swirling horns on his head, wore a robe, and was both imposing and terrifying, strikingly similar to the last portrait the Witch King left in the world.

A voice came from within the portrait, the [Witch King] asking bluntly, "What do you want with me?"

The Queen said, "I need to know the key to what will happen next."

The portrait did not answer. After a brief delay, a slight change occurred within the frame. The figure of the Witch King vanished, replaced by towering waves that surged from all directions, seemingly endless, until they engulfed the entire land.

Seeing this scene before her, the Queen showed no surprise whatsoever; this was the twelfth time she had witnessed it. Besides this, she had seen countless dark shadows sweeping in from even further north than the Arctic tundra, turning the entire land into scorched earth; she had seen the Cataclysmic Clouds expand ever larger until they obscured the sun and completely enveloped Terra; she had even seen an airship soar into the sky, trailing countless threads behind it, each thread representing a war—a war that would never end.

These are the end times. That is, what the Witch-King saw in his mind during the final stage of his life, when he created this self-portrait.

Whether this was the reason for the Witch King's madness is unknown, but the Queen certainly didn't come here just to watch these disaster movies again. She waited quietly, waiting for the scene of the raging tide engulfing Terra to disappear, and for the Witch King's figure to reappear on the portrait.

Based on past experience, at this point, the image of the Witch King will begin to answer the questions posed by the questioner.

Towards the end of his reign, the Witch King no longer governed the country. His subjects relied on speaking to the Witch King's portrait to obtain answers from the emperor. This living portrait embodied the Witch King's lucid consciousness, and his wisdom could help the queen solve many of the immediate problems.

For example, as someone who once overwhelmed the Teutonic Elector, the Witch-King must have known where the Teutonic weaknesses lay.

According to the Queen's plan, the portrait of the Witch King should reveal Teutonic's appearance regarding her problem, and then offer a solution tailored to him. The turning point in the Violet City incident undoubtedly lay with the Teutonic Elector; without the intervention of this great nobleman, this event would have been merely a small example among countless plots of rebellion by the remnants of the Witch King's faction.

But unexpectedly, the colors in the frame flickered, revealing a completely unfamiliar figure.

He had blue hair and blue eyes, and was dressed lightly, like a wandering traveler. Judging from his physical characteristics, he was a Kuranta, yet he was in Violet City, the center of the vortex, and was identified by the Witch King's portrait as the key to solving the problem.

Even the usually composed Queen couldn't help but show a hint of surprise and confusion. Who was this person who could be considered more important than the Teutonic Elector?

She couldn't help but press, "Who is he? And why him?"