Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

"There are so many!" the waiter exclaimed, making an exaggerated gesture.

"News came from the Grey Hats outside the city that the Sarkaz, for some unknown reason, suddenly closed all entrances to the city, restricting the movement of people. At the same time, someone witnessed a battle on the city wall. The battle was so large that it almost changed the shape of the entire city wall. The city defense forces must have used their main cannons, but they still couldn't defeat the enemy. The invaders must be extremely powerful."

"Meanwhile, after the fierce battle, a major event occurred outside the city of Londinium. A building appeared out of thin air thirteen kilometers outside the city."

The Duke of Caesar immediately grasped the crux of the matter: "A building? What kind of building? Why would it be so close to Londinium?"

"It's unclear. The gray-hatted soldier couldn't determine the building's ownership based on its architectural style. Warriors who attempted to approach the building were all blocked by unidentified flying objects and failed. However, based on our analysis, no single nation should be able to construct such a massive building so close to Londinium, regardless of its purpose. So..."

"So you suspect that the building is older than Londinium?" Duke Caesar nodded thoughtfully.

Grey Hat's analysis makes some sense. Londinium was the industrial heart of Victoria and the most noteworthy city in Terra after the destruction of Lingons, historically known as an unyielding city. No matter which country wanted to build anything near Londinium, it would inevitably attract Victoria's attention.

But the truth is that only today have people realized that just over ten kilometers outside of Lentinium, there is such a huge tower that can almost directly overlook the layout of Lentinium. Its mere existence is enough to serve as the best springboard for attacking the city, not to mention that its actual function is still unknown.

When something is not used to its fullest potential, it only means that the owner has not correctly recognized its existence and value. This has always been the motto of the Duke of Cumberland. Her rebuilding of the dilapidated Cumberland mansion, her taking in Alde Cumberland as her pawn, and her support for the formation of a self-rescue army by the citizens of Londinium are all practices that have been developed under this belief, all in order to achieve her ultimate goal—to seize the King's Sword.

The same logic applies to the buildings outside the city; if they haven't been used, it can only mean they've never been discovered. In Terra, in Londinium, this can only mean one thing—their history predates even the existence of Londinium itself.

"Perhaps it's a legacy from the Red Dragon era? Or it could be the work of the Sarkaz, who loved leaving all sorts of relics across the land."

The Duke of Cactus pondered this in his heart, while inevitably leading his speculation to a deeper level.

"It's also possible... that it's a product of human civilization."

Following the Conference of Nations, the leaders of the various nations of Terra were largely aware of the existence of human civilization. Of course, Trevor Friston only informed them, not fully informed them, so the information he provided was naturally extremely limited. However, this did not prevent the leaders of Terra from conducting their own investigations and discoveries.

Before modern civilization, a more powerful civilization once dominated this land, a fact that has become an open secret among the leaders of various nations. Things like demons, sea creatures, or certain incomprehensible megastructures and strange written knowledge are all implicitly categorized as "creations of human civilization."

In some ways, their guess wasn't entirely wrong.

Laterano, blessed by the previous civilization, has become the most mysterious place on Terra. Naturally, none of the nations wouldn't want to acquire the technology of that civilization—ideally, technology without the ruthless, godlike abilities.

"Get more of the grey-hatted ships focused on investigating that building. Then turn the warships around."

The Duke of Caesar gave the swift and decisive order.

“The Sarkaz can’t possibly be uninterested in that building; we have to get there before them!”

The Sarkaz? They should have gotten there before the other dukes, especially the Iron Duke.

The man in the grey top hat thought to himself, gave a respectful bow, and quickly turned and left the restaurant.

...........

"Leader, let me go!"

The petite, short-haired Film excitedly volunteered.

"Let me go to Londinium, and I promise you I will present the city to you before you arrive!"

The silver-haired Draco glanced at the crowd around him, feeling rather impatient.

She and her supporter, the Iron Duke of Wellington, had already received news of the changes in Lentinium. But compared to the Duke of Castle's excitement at seeing an opportunity, Abrahana felt more urgency.

The unexpected turn of events meant uncertainty in the plans, especially since the Duke of Wellington had warned her: "The building's origins are quite unusual, and the dukes' struggle for Londinium could intensify rapidly in a short time until a victor is determined." This made her feel even more troubled.

Tara's mobilization is far from sufficient to confront Victoria's regular army, and Deeppool is currently just a small force, operating under the guise of the Ghost Army within the Tara region. With all material preparations and timing still incomplete, how can she prepare for the decisive battle that may come at any moment?

However, she could not give up the struggle for Londinium, because once Londinium fell into the hands of a Grand Duke, it would mean that the struggle between the dukes had been resolved, and Victoria would quickly welcome its next master. At that time, suppressing the rebellion of Tara would become one of the three major actions taken by the next emperor upon taking office.

Chaos creates opportunities; without chaos, small rebellions like Deeppool Tara are insignificant to the vast Victoria.

Even the Iron Duke admitted that he was only confident of victory when the strength comparison was 1v1v1. If the strength comparison changed and he needed to fight 1v2 or even 1v3 against all the dukes, he would not hesitate to abandon his plans and wait until he died in his ducal office.

And then, her beloved Mandela came to add insult to injury.

If you alone can solve the problems of Lentinium, then all the years of accumulation in the deep pool are a joke.

Abrahana was thinking to herself when a sudden idea popped into her head:

Although Mandela was far too radical, radicalism does seem to have its benefits.

A smile played on her lips as she looked at Tarafilin, who was gazing at her with eager anticipation.

“Mandela, I believe in you. There is indeed a task that only you can accomplish.”

“Although it’s not yet time for Deeppool to take over that city, I won’t ignore what’s happening there either. So, I need your help.”

"For my sake, go and investigate that tower outside the city. Cover it with your earth and stones, and make it a watchtower for the Deep Pool's attack on Londinium."

Mandela seemed to see that bright future and nodded with unwavering conviction.

She's a straightforward person who doesn't think things through.

Abrahana suddenly remembered the evaluation of her by her advisor, a graduate of the Royal Guard Academy.

P.S.: The traffic police report came out; the other party was fully responsible. They compensated me, plus car repair costs and lost wages, totaling about 15,000 yuan.

The woman driving was really aggressive; she was yelling and shouting in the traffic police station. I really didn't want to go either, because every time I went, I would get yelled at and cried while she yelled at me.

At such an old age, he's really wasted his life; I don't know how he even got his driver's license.

Volume 1: Chapter 311 Vina's Hesitation

Londinium, within the city, Sheldon district.

As one of Londinium's largest industrial districts, Sheldon is almost as old as the city itself, and it still retains a few operational railway lines that connect directly to the city center even after the city's expansion. It is also one of the few places, besides a few aristocratic and transportation districts, that offers direct access to its destination while being relatively loosely defended.

This is Roy and his group's destination.

Roy, Kal'tsit, and the Rhodes Island Sarkaz's main purpose in infiltrating Lentinium was to resolve the long-standing Sarkaz problem, and there was another group of people in their ranks as well.

The Glasgow gang members always gathered around Vina, their leader. Among them, Indra and Dagda were the most lively, constantly arguing about things other than whether or when to reveal Vina's identity to the outside world, or Vina's future.

"What do you think, Miss Vina?"

The underground pipes were deserted. Logos and Misery were on guard, and Roy finally had a chance to rest for a while. He naturally went to Vina's side, who was frowning.

“Indra and Dagda are arguing fiercely. What’s your opinion? If you want to reveal your identity, I don’t mind.”

Roy shrugged, indicating that he wasn't trying to comfort him, but simply stating the facts.

The Sarkaz now control Londinium, which has its disadvantages, but also its advantages. The influence of the Grand Dukes of Victoria remains deeply entrenched in Londinium, but at least they are unable to directly interfere in the city's affairs.

In Roy's view, the biggest obstacle to Vina revealing her identity wasn't actually the Sarkaz; they simply occupied Londinium and didn't care whether they were facing Queen Victoria or several ambitious dukes. The ones who truly feared this were those dukes who professed unwavering loyalty and dedication to the country and its people.

Therefore, in a sense, the time when Vina was still in the city was actually when she had the best chance to reveal her identity.

If you ask Roy whether he supports her or not, of course he does, but he has absolutely no intention of forcing Vina on him. It all depends on Vina's wishes.

Vina, who had been called upon, seemed bewildered. Hearing Roy's question, she pursed her lips, which were dry from nervousness, and said, half-asleep, half-questioning:

"What if I choose to reveal my identity?"

This was a question that Vina had been keeping to herself.

Vina's father, the last Lion King, was hanged more than a decade ago. As his daughter, does she still wield such influence?

What would happen if she now mustered the courage to announce to the residents of Lentinium that the descendants of Aslan had returned to her long-lost homeland?

Will the people follow her? Will the nobles pledge their allegiance to her? Will the gates of the Iron Palace open to her?

Will people joyfully welcome her back, cheer for her, and wave banners high, or will they remain silent with suspicion, scoff at her, and refuse to accept her?

Vina felt the latter was more likely. Having spent so much time on Rhodes Island, she had learned many things, such as that people are free and wouldn't willingly support an exploiter.

Roy opened his mouth, but couldn't think of an answer that would convince Vina.

It must be said that Vina's question was indeed difficult, and it was a question that many people present, including Vina's friends from the Glasgow Gang, almost overlooked.

Vina can openly reveal her identity, but the people may not necessarily be willing to follow the king.

The world has entered the modern era, and the emergence of new nations like Colombia has long proven that even without a supreme ruler, people can create their own lives through their own efforts. Behind the exposure of the lie of the divine right of kings lies the gradual awakening of the people themselves.

Vina's position in such an era was extremely awkward.

Roy never doubted Vina's feelings for Victoria, and believed that if she were crowned Queen Victoria, the country, or at least a part of it, would be better under her leadership. But his opinion didn't mean everyone else did.

As a crown princess who was sent away in a coup and has been in exile ever since, she has no prestige, no connections, no achievements, and no popular support.

In such a situation, if she were to casually announce her return and then, with the help of Roy and Rhodes Island, enter the Iron Palace and sit on the throne, she would most likely not be the triumphant Napoleon, but rather the deposed Qing emperor Puyi during Zhang Xun's restoration.

She couldn't hold onto that throne; in fact, it might have been her downfall.

“I know what you’re worried about, so you shouldn’t back down now.”

Kal'tsit's voice suddenly rang out beside him. Roy turned around and found that she had been standing next to him at some point, giving him a smile that could be described as pixelated.

Then, she turned to look at Vina and continued,

“Vina, you should remember that responsibility is not imposed on you by anyone, but is something you choose to bear yourself.”

"If you want to get rid of the responsibilities that come with this bloodline, Victoria will not be your end. You can travel freely across this land, to experience and understand it. Aslan's identity will be a secret, and Rhodes Island will never spread it."

"If you see this as a source of pressure, why don't you look at Amiya?"

Vina turned her head slightly to look at the little Carter standing at the front of the line, talking to Logos, and her expression was momentarily dazed.

Roy also slowed down and walked in the same row as Vina.

He could understand Vina's feelings; when someone is expected to succeed by everyone, the pressure on them is immense.

Although they are not the same thing, Roy believes that most people have had this feeling: as children, they are expected by their parents, so they have to be good students; when taking the college entrance examination, they are expected by their whole family, so they have to work harder to get a good score; and when they grow up, they are entrusted with important responsibilities by their companies, so they dare not not work overtime and stay up late to complete their tasks.

A responsible person is often very tired, especially someone like Vina. The pressure on her is far beyond what a task or an exam can compare to. Indra, Dagda, and even that lazy Gawain all expect her to become an excellent king, but that's just an expectation. No one has ever taught her how to do it.

Vina was like a traveler lost at sea. Everyone on the shore was cheering her on, but no one told her which way to sail.