Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

Alde's heart was in her throat. She recognized the Sarkaz before her. During the time when the Sarkaz entered Londinium and took control of the city council, this Sarkaz's figure was constantly appearing in every corner, and he had contact with almost every important Sarkaz figure that Alde had ever met. Moreover, those contacts were clearly not like reports between superiors and subordinates.

That was a high-ranking Sarkaz official, possibly even higher than Hedley, who was General Manfred's second-in-command!

The King of Shapeshifters stopped in front of Allardy, scrutinizing her expression, and asked with a hint of surprise:

"You recognize me?"

Before Allardy could answer, he muttered to himself:

“I don’t recall you. We haven’t had any direct communication. You might have seen me with Manfred, Blood Demon, or Theresis?”

He smiled gently, offering words of comfort as if he could see right through Aldebaran's heart.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you. Nor will I hurt anyone here. Just do one thing for me."

Alder swallowed hard and asked, "What are you doing?"

The King of Shapeshifters leaned close and whispered, "Make friends with a group of people and gain their trust."

"Socializing, that should be what you nobles excel at, right?"

..........

Rhodes Island team, underground in the core city of Londinium.

Indra circled around Vina with some curiosity, occasionally waving his hand in front of the absent-minded Vina. After a couple of times, she finally couldn't help but ask:

"Vina, what's wrong? We're back in Londinium! Why don't you seem happy at all?"

She opened her arms, envisioning a bright future.

“Cheer up, Vina. This is our home. When we left Londinium, we swore that one day we would come back, storm the core city, drive out all those Sarkaz who are shoving us around, and show those noble old men in the council who the boss is!”

"You'll have to hold a formal awarding ceremony and knight us! This time, you can't get away with using the [Scrap Iron Medal]!"

Vina opened her mouth, and after a long while, she said helplessly, "I made the [Scrap Metal Medal] myself. I put a lot of effort into it, so you don't like it?"

Dagda, the shortest of the trio, immediately retorted, "Anything Princess Vina... that the boss gives me, I'll like!"

Vina was slightly relieved. Indra then asked:

"Vina, did Roy say something to you? I just saw him and that doctor hanging around you. Are they trying to force you to do something? I'm going to talk to them and get to the bottom of this!"

“Don’t talk nonsense. Dr. Kal’tsit and Mr. Roy are both good people.” Vina reprimanded Indra in a serious tone. After Indra bowed his head and apologized, she continued, “They just told me the truth.”

"Reality? What reality?" Indra asked curiously.

Vina hesitated for a moment, then confided her confusion to her friend beside her: "Indra, Dagda, tell me the truth. Does Victoria really need a king now?"

Dagda replied almost immediately, “Of course! Your Highness Vina, look at what kind of country Victoria has become because of the vacancy of the throne. It is plagued by internal strife, turmoil, and widespread suffering. Even the capital has fallen into the hands of the Sarkaz. We desperately need a king. Only a king can unite our country, point us in the right direction, and restore Victoria’s glory!”

Vina nodded, then turned to Indra: "What do you think, Indra?"

"........"

Unusually, Indra, who was usually very talkative, fell silent for a short while.

It wasn't until Vina called out her real name again that she snapped out of her daze, nodded, then shook her head.

“To be honest, Vina, I don’t know about such big national matters. But I think at least we need you, the Glasgow Gang needs you, because you are our [leader]!”

“Whether a country needs a king, I don’t know. Without a king, the Glasgow Gang doesn’t seem to be doing so badly, and people seem to be living their lives just the same. But if the Glasgow Gang doesn’t have you, Vina, then we’ll really fall apart.”

"So, if I had to say it, I think what Victoria needs is not a king, but a leader."

Upon hearing such rebellious words, Dagda almost couldn't resist covering Indra's mouth. But Vina reached out and stopped the angry Dagda first.

She nodded thoughtfully, without answering.

Roy and Kal'tsit, who had been watching closely, naturally witnessed this scene. Kal'tsit, unusually, asked Roy a question:

"What do you think of Vina's problem, Roy?"

Roy shrugged and said, "There's a saying among us humans—a country cannot be without a ruler for a single day."

As for who this master is—whether it's the leader Indra speaks of, the king Dagda speaks of, the parliament in the eyes of the nobles, or the vast majority of the Victorian people—that depends on Victoria's own choice.

Even if Vina were to be crowned the new Queen Victoria in the end, Roy would not be surprised, much less dissatisfied.

This only shows that, in the current era, a queen is the most reasonable choice as a leader.

He wasn't arrogant enough to impose his own ideas on a completely unsuitable society and make the entire Victoria pay for it; otherwise, how would he be any different from the Sarkaz?

Being realistic and seeking truth from facts is always the greatest virtue.

Volume 1: Chapter 314 First Encounter

Victoria, the heart of Londinium, Kings Road.

After the king was hanged, many landmarks in Lentinium were renamed. Fortunately, there are thousands of Kings Roads in Victoria, so this road did not follow the national call to change to a bizarre name like Dukes Road.

When mon3tr pushed open the sewer manhole cover, Roy and the others were suddenly given a feeling of seeing the light of day again.

Although not all of Londinium's pipes were sewers and didn't smell too bad, spending too much time inside would still put a great strain on a normal person's mind and body. So, when Amiya and the others climbed out of the hanging ladder and returned to the ground, they all took a deep breath of the not-so-fresh air.

The break was short, and before the Glasgow Gang members could even shake off the smell, Amiya stepped forward and asked, "Miss Vina, where are we now?"

Vina glanced around, hesitated for a moment, and then answered:

"King's Road is located in the core eastern part of the city."

“I haven’t been back for several years. This area has changed a lot, but I will never forget this sky. Here, you can see it as long as you look up.”

Vina stretched out her hand, and Amiya's gaze followed the direction of her hand, where a magnificent clock tower stood.

"Is that Dagda's home?"

Amiya turned to look at Dagda. Dagda, petite yet possessing a formidable presence, rarely showed such a sorrowful expression. Hearing Amiya's question, she gently shook her head:

“The clock tower I belong to is not that one. My clock tower is the one in the council square in front of the palace. It has probably been destroyed by now.”

As a Tower Knight, to have her tower destroyed by the Sarkaz and to flee in disgrace, barely surviving, was hardly a commendable life experience. Dagda had thought more than once that even if she ever returned to Londinium, this shameful memory would forever haunt her, serving as a constant reminder.

But when Amiya asked, and she actually opened her mouth, she suddenly realized that it wasn't so embarrassing to talk about anymore.

She bit her lip, reached out, and touched the book of the Tower Knights that she had written herself, which was in her arms.

This is a tradition, the Book of the Tower Knights, which records the lives of all the Tower Knights and has been in existence for hundreds of years. According to tradition, only after a Tower Knight has retired or died will the then-serving Tower Knight High Commander write down that knight's biography.

However, in that Sarkaz attack, all but her of the last 29 Tower Knights perished. Now, she is the only Tower Knight still alive.

She was not the Commander of the Watch, but she was to write a book for the 28 Tower Knights who had already sacrificed their lives, and after that, her life story would also be recorded in the book.

At the age of 23, he returned to Londinium with the heirs of Aslan.

This is the content recorded on the latest page of this book.

Amiya accepted the emotional connection, and the girl from Carter lowered her head apologetically, saying, "I'm sorry, Miss Dagda."

"It's alright, those Sarkaz won't be arrogant for long!" Dagda quickly composed himself, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit again. He took the initiative to point the way, "Go straight down this road, and you'll soon reach Parliament Square. The City Council is just ahead of Parliament Square, and the Iron Palace is to the right. Let's hurry up and set off!"

"Gentlemen, I apologize for interrupting your conversation, but a squad of Sarkaz soldiers is approaching our direction. We need to make a decision quickly: should we deal with them or hide?"

Ascalon, who was in charge of reconnaissance, appeared in the center of the group without anyone noticing and reported to Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit frowned; she had also noticed the strangeness of her surroundings. The core city of Londinium, which should have been heavily fortified, was eerily quiet. Not only was there not a single citizen in sight, but even the Sarkaz royal court army, which should have been present, was nowhere to be seen.

Surely not everyone was drawn to the city gate?

Kal'tsit remembered Amiya's request and asked her to help hang the deeply unconscious Bloodlord from the city gate, giving him a taste of what Rhodes Island's Bloodlord kin suffered. This immediately attracted the attention of many Sarkaz who hadn't had time to escape, but it was clearly impossible to draw everyone's attention; Theresis wasn't stupid.

And now, finally, a group of Sarkaz approached them, albeit belatedly. Kal'tsit immediately said:

"Are you certain that they are targeting us?"

Ascalon shook his head: "It's probably not us, because they're escorting several Victorians who look quite respectable and seem to be of high status."

"A nobleman?" Kal'tsit frowned again, looking at Roy for his opinion. "What do you think? Should we save one and ask about the situation?"

Roy shrugged. "I think it's okay."

Unlike the Great Tranquility of Iberia, intelligence is crucial in the recapture of Londinium. While Roy suggested bombarding the city with railguns, this was merely a last resort in dire circumstances. Londinium still had hundreds of thousands of inhabitants; a single railgun blast would wipe out at least half of them. Roy would likely top the Terra kill leaderboard instantly, becoming the head of the war criminals.

He had no such intention.

Besides, Londinium is, after all, their capital. Even if there's no one inside, Roy can't just bomb it indiscriminately. Otherwise, if we're allied and you bomb my capital, how can the alliance be maintained?

"Then let's save them."

Kal'tsit made her final decision. Ascalon nodded, and in a flash, she leaped onto the roof of a bungalow on the street, her speed astonishing.

With a slight twitch of her right hand, a sharp hidden dart sprang from her sleeve. Clearly, she intended to deal with the Sarkaz escorting the hostages herself, without Roy's interference. Roy was also happy to conserve his strength and observe Ascalon's fighting style.

The Sarkaz escort quickly entered the King's Road. The Sarkaz, who was leading the procession, rode on a pack animal, followed by a slowly moving wagon. Inside the wagon's cage, three badly wounded nobles were bowing their heads and remaining silent.

Less than a minute after the convoy entered King's Road, a truck made a clear hissing sound as the tires went flat, and the already slow speed of the trucks quickly drew them closer to the tortoise.

Sarkaz, in a fit of rage, kicked open the car door and jumped out of the truck to check the tires. Just as he bent down, a sharp blade emerged from the shadows on the side of the vehicle. In a flash of silver light, before Sarkaz could even comprehend what had happened, he was thrown to the ground.

Hearing the commotion behind him and witnessing his companion fall, Sarkaz, riding his pack animal, immediately slapped the animal's rump, urging it forward. He also pulled out his communicator, about to cry for help, when a short sleeve dart pierced her throat with pinpoint accuracy.

Twenty meters away, Ascalon calmly withdrew his crossbow, walked briskly forward, reached out and pressed down on the head of the frightened beast, forcing it to calm down. Then, his sharp high heels stomped down on the temple of the Sarkaz soldier who was clutching his throat in terror, and the Sarkaz soldier immediately fell silent.

After doing all this, Ascalon greeted Kal'tsit and released the three nobles inside the carriage.

Unfortunately, two of the three nobles were perhaps too badly injured and had lost consciousness, while only one noble opened his eyes thanks to Kal'tsit's emergency treatment.

Amiya soothed the nobleman who had just opened his eyes in the gentlest of tones: