Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

"I think your investigation is going in the wrong direction. This matter should have nothing to do with the mole. But since you've asked, I might as well explain it directly and let you rule out this wrong path. But please remember one thing, Lord Roy: every word I say from now on must not be revealed to any of the rangers you know!"

"I believe you have already noticed that most of the Forest Keepers come from two factions: the faction led by me, consisting of orphans who lost their homes and loved ones in the war, and the faction led by my father, consisting of veteran knights who retired from the front lines. But that's not all; there is one person among the Forest Keepers whose status is special."

Roy had already guessed the man's name and asked directly, "The third staff officer, Mikhail?"

Natasha nodded, but instead of immediately picking up where Roy left off, she suddenly steered the conversation to another topic: "When you arrived at the Ranger's camp, you should have noticed the statue at the entrance, right?"

Roy narrowed his eyes and repeated, "The great hero Robin Hood, the founder of the Forest Rangers, led the newly established Forest Rangers organization to defeat the Ursus army in the Tenth Uka War. He was revered as the Guardian of the Forest. There are also many anecdotes that say he was a chivalrous knight-errant, and the Forest Rangers were actually a group of thieves he and his friends formed to rob the rich and help the poor."

“Mikhail is his descendant.”

Natasha said,

“If I represent orphans (commoners), and Brutus represents knights, then Mikhail represents the true forest ranger.”

"The reason I had a disagreement with Brutus was because we discovered a secret."

"Robin Hood might be a fake."

Volume 1: Chapter 142 What do you expect Mikhail to do?

Robin Hood, the founder of the Rangers and a great hero against Ursus, is widely known in Kazimierz for his chivalrous spirit and his quest to rob the rich and help the poor. His fame is no less than that of the legend of "The Last Knight".

Although most people categorize Robin Hood's exploits as fairy tales in children's bedtime stories, and few know about his other side as a forest ranger protecting his homeland, no one has ever questioned Robin Hood's existence. He is like those famous figures in history books; their stories may have been artistically embellished and slightly distorted by the passage of time, but they definitely existed and left a significant mark on the earth.

Even Roy never doubted Robin Hood's existence. After all, Terra wasn't Earth. Most fairy tales on Earth, like *The Little Mermaid*, *Thumbelina*, and even *Vampire*, were fictional. But Terra wasn't. Agor, the Durin, and the Sarkaz Blood Demons all lived on this land. Those time-stopping games, immortality artifacts, and supernatural powers that could move mountains and fill seas all had real-world counterparts.

In fact, in Terra, the more outrageous something sounds, the more undeniably real it becomes.

So when Roy heard the secret Natasha told him, his first reaction was shock and doubt—"Are you mistaken? You told me we'd be eating Ursus's cannonballs tomorrow, which I think might be a lie, but Robin Hood is definitely real, right?"

But despite his shock, he also began to trust the information to some extent.

Natasha has no reason to waste her time lying here. Even if she were the mole, she would have no reason to deceive herself with such obviously false information.

Not to mention, the conflict between her and Brutus was real, and for a father and daughter to have a disagreement or even a dispute, the news had to be big enough and controversial enough! In a way, the news that Robin Hood was a fake does meet these two requirements.

Robin Hood is, after all, the cornerstone of the forest rangers, and his story and legend have always been a role model for them. If the news that he is a fraud is announced by two sufficiently influential figures, the impact will be self-evident.

To put it simply, it's like scientists declaring physics doesn't exist, the pope declaring God doesn't exist, the prophet declaring Allah doesn't exist, and the Laterans declaring dessert doesn't exist!

The first one would lead to an alien invasion, the second would trigger a religious war, the third would result in being blown up, and it's hard to say what would happen with the fourth one, but that's the one Roy least wants to see. Who knows how many culinary disasters like cactus tarts the Laterans would create if desserts really didn't exist?

Roy immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. He lowered his voice and asked seriously:

"Is the message true?"

Natasha rolled her eyes: "If it weren't true, would my father and I have argued? It's precisely because my father and I both verified the authenticity of this matter from our own perspectives that it became the reason for our dispute."

"You want to release this information?" Roy asked again, his eyes scrutinizing him.

Natasha shook her head: "My suggestion is to maintain the status quo, but Father insists on completely silencing the news."

Natasha wasn't stupid; she knew the psychological impact this news would have on the lower ranks of the Rangers, especially on the children who had grown up listening to the story of Robin Hood. However, she also believed that since she knew the truth, others might find out someday. Rather than subjecting future generations to her current confusion, it was better to treat this information as an internal secret of the three-person staff, passing it directly to each generation of staff officers.

This ensures that other staff officers have time to react and a contingency plan should the information be accidentally exposed in the future, while also ensuring that the secret is only disseminated within a minimal scope at present, without affecting the public.

But Brutus firmly disagreed.

He not only refused to let the information circulate in the joint meeting, but he also flatly rejected Natasha's suggestion to tell Mikhail the secret. He wanted to nip the information in the bud and not allow anyone to know it.

"Any variable is frightening."

Natasha's assessment of Brutus was as follows:

"In my father's eyes, this news was like a bolt from the blue. He would not allow any third party to know this secret, not even Mikhail."

Roy pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Mikhail really shouldn't know."

Natasha immediately replied, "Why? The three-person staff should have equal power."

Roy glanced at her helplessly and sighed.

This girl doesn't seem stupid, so why can't she figure out this kind of problem?

The fact that Robin Hood is a fake is indeed a big problem, and it will affect many rangers who look up to Robin Hood. However, this is a problem that needs to be addressed in the future, not in the present.

But if Natasha really did tell Mikhail the information, then the forest rangers might be in chaos tonight.

"If you ask me, Mikhail should have known about this information much earlier than you did."

Roy said,

"You know yourself what he represents."

Mikhail represents the forest ranger himself; he is "a descendant of Robin Hood."

No matter how outstanding, excellent, or strategic he was, the biggest reason he was able to become a staff officer despite not being a war orphan or a retired knight was that he was a descendant of Robin Hood.

If you were to tell Mikhail that "Robin Hood is a fake," what would Mikhail do?

Regardless of whether he knew or not, even if he did know, could he answer, "It's true, I knew it all along"? Then where does the legitimacy of his rule come from?

He may pretend to be clueless, or not know, or simply think the information is fake. So what? You two already know this secret and can reveal it to the public at any time. This is equivalent to having leverage over him. Wouldn't he feel resentful?

There are no factions within the party, and all sorts of strange things happen. Even in a militarized organization like the Forest Rangers, there are factions of orphans, soldiers, and Robin Hoods at the top. Now, the two factions are holding the other faction hostage, while the other faction has no way to check and balance them. Is he just going to sit there and wait to die?

Even if Mikhail had only a slight desire for power and nostalgia for his current position, Natasha's act of informing Mikhail could have been the spark that ignited a civil war among the forest rangers.

No, the fuse may have already been lit.

Roy narrowed his eyes and asked solemnly, "Miss Natasha, besides your father and me, is anyone else aware of this news?"

“No, of course I won’t tell anyone. This is information that can only circulate among the three-person staff.” Natasha seemed to realize what Roy was worried about; surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly fell into the same deep thought. “Are you doubting Commander Mikhail?”

Roy did not answer; he could not draw a conclusion yet.

Roy stood up and opened the door. The evening breeze blew against his body, refreshing him, but surprisingly, it made his strong body feel a bit chilly.

He said goodbye to Natasha and went to his room.

After daybreak, go and meet the other party involved.

P.S.: I just wanted to say that I went to Guangxi with some author friends and had a party, and then this was spread around.

It's all about sex parties and rituals. I even received private messages telling me to be more restrained and recommending urology hospitals in Guangxi.

They've even gone so far as to use headlines like "Hedgehog Cat Author Allegedly Engaged in Group Sexual Party"—that's enough already.

I'm completely stumped. Can't we, such serious people, have something serious about having fun?

Volume 1: Chapter 143 A Special Affection

Kazimir, the Grand Knight Commander of Kavaleria.

It was dawn again. Although it wasn't time for work yet, the streets were already bustling with people. On the side road leading from the transfer area to the central avenue, a manhole cover that no one had noticed suddenly began to vibrate and then lifted up in a small arc.

Beneath the manhole cover, a pair of deep brown eyes gleamed as they cautiously surveyed their surroundings before beckoning to the person below the manhole ladder.

“OK, it’s safe. Come on, Margaret.”

When his name was called, Margaret's face flashed with helplessness and shame. Somewhat embarrassed, she asked again, "Uncle Toran, do we really have to go up from here?"

The Sarkaz leader on the escalator turned around in surprise and asked:

"Otherwise what? Does our Lord Radiant Knight think he can enter the Great Knight Territory openly and legitimately through the quarantine gate, or does he have another way that is safer than my escape route?"

“Escape route…” Margaret glanced at the filthy sewers behind her. Although she hadn’t encountered anything disgusting along the way, it still left a very deep impression on her.

But Toran nodded matter-of-factly: "That's right, it's an escape route. I wouldn't let just anyone use it!"

He lowered his voice and whispered the secret: "You know what, this is a secret passage that even your Uncle Marna doesn't know about. Don't tell him about it!"

Margaret nodded. Although she didn't know why, she had a feeling that her uncle might have found out about the secret sewer passage from someone, but since Toran had said so, she would still keep it a secret.

But thinking about it carefully, it seems she's had quite a bit of contact with the sewers along the way. She went through her uncle's place once, and then she went through Toran's place again. Is it that the Kazimierz people particularly like sewers? Or is it that you older generation have a special fondness for this place?

Without further ado, Margaret put on her mask and construction helmet as a disguise, climbed the well ladder, and jumped onto the road surface together with Toran, who had opened the well cover.

Outside the narrow opening was a wide street, the bustling urban scene and the neon lights that never went out even during the day looked particularly enchanting. Margaret's feet finally set foot on this land she hadn't seen for four years. She looked around, her eyes filled with the scenery from four years ago.

Four years ago, she had just won the championship and stepped onto the podium, surrounded by cheering spectators. Four years later, she returned to her hometown and climbed out of the sewer, surrounded by crowds of people raising their phones.

"Two people crawled out of the sewer!"

"What's so interesting about filming this? They're just two sewer workers."

"You don't understand. Let me add a title like 'The Guardians in the Dark,' and then post an article saying that these two workers start working before dawn and don't get to rest until daybreak. They live in the dark sewers and I hope everyone will pay attention to the lives of sewer workers. Once this is posted, it will definitely be a trending topic!"

"Really? Aren't there plenty of workers like them in the Great Knight Territory? I didn't expect you to care about them?"

"You don't know anything. I care about the traffic. Besides, if I don't post it, won't even fewer people care about them? I'm doing a good deed."

Margaret: "......."

Seeing Margaret standing there in a daze, Toran shrugged helplessly, reached out and patted Margaret's shoulder, whispering:

"Don't just stand there, let's go. We still have things to do."

Margaret snapped out of her reverie, glanced at the audience who seemed to be deliberately keeping their distance from them with mixed feelings, finally nodded slightly, and took a step forward.

She should have gotten used to it by now. Back on Rhodes Island, Dr. Kal'tsit, after reading her file, bluntly told her that her previous actions were nothing more than youthful recklessness, and even if her intentions were good, they wouldn't bring about any change. An individual's power is ultimately insignificant in the face of the times.

However, hearing the whispers on the street, she still felt a sense of sadness.

But she quickly rallied. She was Margaret, and this resentment wouldn't hold her back; it would only motivate her to go further down her determined path.

Besides, I'm going home soon, and I need to put on a smile before seeing my sister and aunt, right?