Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

The second moon, in particular, lies outside the barrier of the Angel of Peace, which proves that the civilization that built these colossal structures must have been incredibly glorious, so glorious that it had long since left its own limited home star system, so glorious that it had mastered the technology to create an artificial star, so glorious that even though no records of them can be found on this land anymore, the traces they left in the vast sea of ​​stars still illuminate the Terrans millions of years later!

He already had the answer, but he still asked Roy, wanting to confirm it.

Roy gave him a definitive answer: "The structures in space, as far as I know, come from a previous civilization."

"The term 'pre-civilization' may not be accurate. Terra may have experienced more than one generation of civilizations, but at least in the information I have, the civilization that created the second moon is [humanity]."

After saying the word "human" in Kazimierz, Roy repeated it in two languages ​​he hadn't used in a long time.

Chinese, English.

It was a language similar to, yet different from, Flame Language and Victorian Language. However, it was surprisingly similar in pronunciation to modern languages, so much so that neither the Witch King nor the Queen could discern any difference in Roy's words. They were simply curious as to why he would specifically repeat himself in two other languages.

The Witch King nodded; the existence of the previous civilization was confirmed, which answered many of his questions.

The madness on his face vanished, and he let out a long sigh of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Admittedly, he still didn't know where Terran civilization and Letania lay, but at least now he had a clear direction—first, to find a way to break through the barrier of the Angels of Peace.

He was extremely satisfied with the deal with Roy, but he hadn't forgotten that there was still a deal to be struck. He set his sights on the Teutonic Elector.

"And you, Teuton, what is your choice?"

Teutons fell silent, but the silence did not last long. After a moment, he asked:

"If I'm not mistaken, half a life probably doesn't refer to a simple lifespan, right?"

The devil may exchange power for lifespan, but that is just a legend. There has never been a way to materialize another person's life on Terra and then use it as a bargaining chip for exchange, because the concept of life is abstract and constantly changing. If the devil were to use this as a reward, what if he slipped on a stone and died tomorrow? Wouldn't that be a huge loss?

After a period of cold, cosmic reflection and exploration, Teuton's initially agitated thoughts finally calmed down, and he saw through the true nature of the Witch King's deal.

“You want to coexist with me. Let me hand over half of my body to you, so that the Great Elector with two souls in one body will naturally also possess the power of the Witch King, because it originally belonged to you.”

The Witch King smiled, did not deny it, and nodded generously: "You're right. So, what's your choice?"

“Of course I agree,” Teuton said. “There is no more tempting deal than this. Except, of course, for Mr. Roy’s ancient secrets.”

He glanced at Roy and, like the Witch King, used a respectful form of address.

Roy nodded. Of course he would continue to speak, and he would answer all his questions. He just had to wait until they were outside. Until Kal'tsit was there.

The Queen finally stood up and said to the Witch King, "I choose to refuse. I'm sorry, but your deal is far less attractive to me than Mr. Roy's. Mr. Roy, don't forget what you promised me."

She winked at Roy. Roy smiled awkwardly, wanting to ask, "Which one are you talking about? Is it the fish-catching raincoat, or something else?"

Normally, given the Witch King's pride, he would have argued back in the face of such provocation. But now, he could only smile helplessly and nod: "You're right."

Then, he raised his hand, and the earth trembled, and a rumbling sound came from afar, the sound of the entire space shaking and collapsing.

"Then, the transaction is complete. It is my turn to keep my promise and see you off."

Book 1: Chapter 222 Manfred, Well Done

Leitania, Violet City, in front of St. Peter's Hospital.

Kal'tsit reached out and stopped Margaret, Skadi, and Yoruichi who were following behind her, put her finger to her lips, and gently shushed them.

Margaret and the others immediately fell silent in understanding. Following Kal'tsit's gaze, they saw that the plaza in front of the hospital was completely empty.

Yes, it was completely empty. Kal'tsit's expression was somewhat grave. Generally speaking, even if there were no pedestrians in the square, there should at least be trees, benches, or fountains, or at the very least, a trash can. But the wide square in front of her was completely bare.

The entire ground looked as if it had been completely rolled by a road roller, flat, smooth, and without a single wrinkle. Even the bricks and stones laid on the ground had an abnormal brightness, and the abnormality could be detected with a little careful observation.

Nightbloom, who was following behind Kal'tsit, also noticed the problem and spoke up in a low voice:

"Something's not right in this area. This feeling is a bit like spatial magic?"

Spatial magic is rare even in Letania, but as Rhodes Island's special envoy in the border region between the two countries, Ye Tan has seen a lot, so it's not surprising that she could guess the closest answer immediately. Kal'tsit continued to add:

“No normal spells could cause such an effect over such a large area without anyone noticing. Only spatial spells are the most plausible possibility. Moreover, the caster is quite skilled. This area looks fine on the outside, but in reality, a piece has been neatly shaved off.”

Regardless of whether Margaret and Skadi, who had little or no knowledge of Originium Arts, understood, Kal'tsit continued,

"As far as I know, this doesn't seem like the kind of magic that the Empress and the Grand Election Lord usually use..."

She frowned, looked at Skadi and Margaret, and asked,

"Does Roy know this kind of magic?"

The Kazimierz people probably don't know spatial Originium Arts. They prefer to release the energy contained in Originium in a more brutal way, such as the spells that Margaret and her grandfather used to directly transform into the sun. Those who are slightly more proficient will try to transform the light into different shapes, such as the light rain that Uncle Marna splashes out, each raindrop has the power of a sword blade, but that's basically all they can do.

When it comes to Kuranta who are familiar with space-based Originium Arts, Kal'tsit only knows of one Kuranta tribe in the Yan Kingdom. Their ancestors passed down a space-based technique that allows them to traverse extremely long distances in a short time. They often serve as postmen and messengers in the Great Yan court and army, and thus have earned a very nice name - "Thousand-Mile Horse".

But Roy was an exception, and Kal'tsit had never imagined that a Kazimierz could know about Isamara's existence and Theresis's movements. So, although she already had a guess in mind, she asked one more question just to be on the safe side.

Skadi and Margaret exchanged a glance, their minds flashing back to the abilities Roy had heard about during their interactions or from rumors. Finally, they shook their heads and answered in unison:

"No."

If he possessed the ability to cut through space and abduct the Empress and the Elector, the Battle of White Wave River wouldn't have been so difficult, arduous, and thrilling. He could have simply retreated back to the Grand Knight Territory, then returned with the assembled conquest knights, and that would have been the end of it.

Upon hearing this, for some reason, Kal'tsit also breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't want to believe that Roy had kidnapped the Elector and the Queen; otherwise, for the safety of Rhodes Island, she would really need to seriously consider the necessity of contacting Roy.

After receiving the good news, she pointed out her guess:

"As far as I know, there is only one human in Letania who has mastered spatial magic and is so accomplished in it—the Witch King."

"The Witch King?" The three of them showed different emotions amidst their shock. Skadi was bewildered, Margaret was astonished, and Nightshade was shocked.

Margaret spoke first: "But isn't the Witch King already dead? I wasn't even born when he died."

Before Kal'tsit could answer, Nightshade spoke up first: "Have you forgotten, Margaret? The remnants of the Witch King's faction who hope to resurrect him have always existed. Wasn't that Russell you met the night you arrived in Letania trying to resurrect the Witch King?"

Margaret opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She knew, of course, that someone was trying to resurrect the Witch King. But wanting to do something and actually doing it are two different things. If the resurrection tournament were that easy, the Sarkaz would have already unified the land and rebuilt Kazdel—they probably have more legendary figures who died, both naturally and unnaturally, than all of Terra combined.

It's quite a coincidence that in such a short time, in this hospital, the Witch King suddenly resurrected and then captured Roy, the Queen, and the Elector all in one fell swoop.

This is a bit too eerie; if it's that eerie, then there must be something supernatural about it.

Who is the Witch King?

Skadi's questioning voice was ignored. She rolled her eyes, just wondering whether she should leave these people who were chatting all day without doing anything and rush into the hospital to rescue Roy, when she heard a series of orderly footsteps coming from afar.

Skadi frowned, her beautiful brows furrowing as her expression grew serious. The footsteps were rapid yet orderly, clearly not the sound of a passerby, but rather the sound of an army marching.

A military unit is approaching in this direction!

She immediately turned around, forcefully interrupting Kal'tsit, and reminded her, "Someone's coming, it might be the army."

Margaret and Nightshade were both somewhat taken aback, as they hadn't heard any sound. But Kal'tsit completely trusted Skadi's judgment and immediately gave the order:

"They might not be looking for us. Spread out, avoid them, stay hidden, and meet back here when it's safe!"

Both were Rhodes Island medical company operators with professional military training. Although puzzled, Margaret and Yoruichi immediately carried out the order, quickly dispersing and hiding in different locations. Kal'tsit glanced at Skadi and said, "Follow me."

After saying that, they quickly moved towards the back of the hospital.

Shortly after Kal'tsit and the others dispersed, an army clad in black armor with gold lettering arrived. They wore visored helmets, carried spears, and had heavy crossbows strapped to their backs. Even inside the city, they remained fully armed, forming an arc that completely surrounded the hospital's main entrance, as if they would charge at the hospital at their leader's command.

But the leader, a woman with wrinkles on her face but still possessing a certain charm, stood protected at the rear of the army formation and did not rush to give orders. Instead, she slowly looked at the young, yet already quite dignified, blond Sarkaz man beside her.

“Manfred, well done. In terms of intrigue, I have to admit the Sarkaz’s abilities.”

Volume 1: Chapter 223 You're still young, say my name.

Victoria, Iron Palace.

A pink-haired man with gloomy eyes, sculpted features, and a solemn expression stood before the throne that symbolized the rule of successive Victorian emperors, reaching out to stroke the cold armrests of the throne.

Behind him, beneath the throne, the blond-haired young Sarkaz general bowed his head in reverence, awaiting the Regent's orders.

At the invitation of Duke Cavendish, the Kazdel Military Council, which had entered Londinium, had essentially seized control of the city council and the city's garrison. Londinium, the capital of the empire, had now effectively fallen. Only a few die-hard nobles and citizens remained, sitting futilely in the lower city of the western district.

Without a doubt, for any Sarkaz, this was a glorious victory from any perspective. It meant that the Sarkaz, who had been reduced to a nomadic people in the millennia-long bloody war, had finally gained a city—a well-equipped city with abundant industries, a city powerful enough to rival a million soldiers.

Even though his name isn't Kazdel, who cares?

we won!

"But we didn't win decisively enough. This can only be considered a small victory."

Tracy said, her sudden exclamation puzzling Manfred below the steps, but he knew the Regent General's real words were yet to come.

Therese turned around, gripped the armrest, and sat on the throne, facing Manfred directly. His gauntlet-clad fingertips tapped the cold armrest as he spoke, his voice equally calm yet chilling:

"Because we can't hold it."

He wasn't asking for Manfred's opinion, nor was he simply venting his pessimistic emotions; he was merely calmly stating his position.

“This city of Londinium is too big, and we Sarkaz are too few. Even if you include all the Sarkaz who follow me and believe in me, they are still pitifully few compared to the population of this city.”

"It is impossible for a minority to rule the majority. Even if it succeeds temporarily, it will inevitably suffer a backlash in the future."

This is an eternal truth: those who attempt to rule the majority with a minority will either be assimilated by the majority and become part of the majority, or, in an era of rising nationalism, be completely overthrown by the awakened people.

The Sarkaz are not the Tikkaz. They are a group of rootless people, a remnant of the people. Even with the city of Londinium, a city of ten thousand cities, a factory capable of independently producing Terra's most advanced standard equipment and Terra's richest goods, they are still not enough to contend with the "majority".

After all, once they learned of the Sarkaz's occupation of the capital, the Grand Dukes of Victoria would inevitably react sooner or later. The day when Londinium would be besieged by the dukes was foreseeable and not too far off.

Manfred, who was standing on the steps, looked up and glanced at Therese's expression, only to meet Therese's gaze. He immediately felt a little embarrassed and wanted to look away.

But Therese called out to him: