Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

I want to take this opportunity to ask Frostnova, Tadashi, and even Alina from Bozokasti.

Wayne's advanced knowledge and understanding of many characters in Terra come from the story of Arknights. But stories are stories, and Wayne doesn't know the specific timelines of those major events within the story.

Just like Wayne only knew that the Kazdel Civil War broke out in 1092, but he had no idea about the exact month and day of 1092. So he could only keep a close eye on the affairs of Kazdel from the very beginning, and even made a Plan B preparation, such as "if I traveled too late and the Kazdel Civil War had already broken out, then I should at least do my best to rescue Theresa".

Fortunately, he managed to catch the last train and successfully prevented the outbreak of the Kazdel Civil War through political means and marriage before it was about to break out.

However, Wayne also didn't know the timing of other major events, such as Bozokas joining Tadakini's team, the exact time of Alina's death, and the day Tadakini finally turned to the dark side. Although he knew these events, he was still powerless to change them.

There was nothing YJ could do; they only gave him vague timekeeping methods like "a few days later," "several days later," or "a month later," and he didn't even know the start and end times, so there was really nothing they could do.

So the last resort he came up with was to get to know Chen and, through Chen's connections, participate in the Chernobog-Lungmen Infected Incident of 1096, in order to prevent it all from happening before the "Dark Age" arrived.

But now, this difficult problem has a better solution. If Wayne can learn about the current state of the infected guerrillas from Bozocasti, then he can analyze their current situation by comparing it with the events in his mind and solve the Black Serpent problem at its source!

In that case, Wayne might have a chance to save Alina, the fawn he thought he couldn't do anything about.

From this perspective, he did indeed have ulterior motives for this trip, and quite a lot of them.

Even if Vina misunderstands this as him planning to go out and flirt with other girls, Wayne can only grit his teeth and accept it. After all, why would a pampered prince of Victoria Londinium know about a small, insignificant infected guerrilla group in the snowy northern plains of the Ursus Empire, thousands of miles away, and be so concerned about them? This is something that cannot be explained in any way.

The encounter with Theresa, who went by the pseudonym "Goodnight," was already a miracle formed by countless coincidences, and Wayne could not replicate such a miracle a second time.

So, that's it.

Me, Wayne, is here to flirt with girls. Alina, Frostnova, Tadashi, and maybe even a couple of cute boys along, I'll find a way to win them over!

"If even you agree, then I have no choice but to trust you."

Vina gave Wayne a deep look, grasped Theresa's hand, shrank back, pulled her head out of Theresa's arms, and rested her head on the table, propping it up as she spoke.

"But remember to rest for a while after you get back. You've been working hard enough lately."

“Brother, you’re not some saint sent by heaven to assume a great mission. You’re just a prince, the Prince of Victoria. You’re not even the emperor, so why do you always have to make that face?”

Wayne paused, then touched his face.

It's a pity there's no mirror, otherwise he would really be curious about what kind of expression he would have right now.

He shifted his gaze to Theresa and, seeing the worried look on her face, quickly looked away.

Yes, Vina is right.

After this is over, I should take a good rest for a while.

No matter how hard he tries, how much he tries to save lives, or how much he feels he has a great and irreplaceable responsibility, it's no reason for his family to worry.

"Definitely, Vina, I'll take you all out to play then."

Chapter 100 Why didn't you just go there fully clothed?

Victoria, Londinium, Iron Palace.

Mudstone was packing her things, preparing to leave Londinium. She not only had to pack her own things, but also help Surtr pack. The girl was a carefree person, to put it bluntly, she had no sense of organization. If she went out without anyone to take care of her, she might end up in the embarrassing situation of picking mushrooms by the roadside—after all, given her personality, she probably wouldn't stoop to begging, and no employer would hire her.

For a member of the prestigious Victorian royal family to lack even basic self-care skills, Surtr is practically the first in history to do so. Yet, she's quite proud of it, perhaps ignoring the suffix and simply valuing the title of "first."

Mudrock sighed, carefully folding and packing the clothes Surtr had bought on his recent extravagant spending spree into his suitcase. Only then did he turn his attention to himself.

"Shall we go and say goodbye to Prince Wayne?"

Mudrock looked at her two suitcases. Surtr had so many clothes, yet she only had one suitcase, but Mudrock had two, of course, because one of them contained her "treasure".

The beautiful young Sarkaz woman murmured to herself, covering her slightly flushed and burning cheeks, looking a little embarrassed.

"His Highness Wayne should know, right? Yes, he should know, after all, it was Her Majesty the Queen who issued the order! He already knows, so is it a bit pretentious of me to go and say goodbye? Won't it cause His Highness Wayne to misunderstand?"

Mudstone thought about it more and more and felt that he shouldn't have bothered Wayne. Wayne had just returned from Columbia and hadn't even had a couple of days to rest. It was really inconsiderate of him to bother him at this time.

But if we don't say goodbye...

Mud Rock looked at his "treasure chest" full of small clay figurines with some difficulty.

Wouldn't all the surprise I've been preparing for so long just go down the drain?

Recalling her own tireless dedication to studying sculpting techniques, even teaching herself Victoria, all to understand the insightful writings of world-renowned sculptors in the Royal Archives of Londinhem, Mudrock felt a pang of reluctance. She had poured so much heart and soul into this endeavor... what a regret it would be if she couldn't personally deliver it to Wayne before leaving Londinhem to study in New Wales!

"Ugh... what should I do..." Mudrock had never realized that she was such an indecisive person. Perhaps it was because she had been living too well in Victoria lately? She could eat fresh hog chow steaks every day and buy beautiful new clothes anytime, anywhere. Living in such an environment, she was able to focus on "etiquette".

If you asked her to go back to being a miserable mercenary now, she probably wouldn't be able to handle it. She's completely used to it and can't live without life here in Wayne.

With no other option, Niyan could only count on his fingers, clear his mind, and make a decision in the most primal way.

"Go say goodbye, don't go, go say goodbye, don't go, go say goodbye, don't go, go...wait?"

Mudrock was startled when he saw the sixth and seventh fingers suddenly appear before him. He looked up and saw Surtr standing to the side with a smile, holding out his slender white fingers and inviting Mudrock to count them together.

What are you doing?!

Mudrock cried out shyly, turning around abruptly, not wanting Surtr to see her blushing face. Surtr scratched his head in confusion and replied:

"I'd also like to know what you're doing, Mudrock. What's wrong with you? What are you doing standing here in broad daylight? And muttering to yourself, are you hiding something good from me?"

"Good...good news? No good news at all!"

Mudstone retorted,

"You've been in Victoria for so long, what good things haven't you seen? And you're still thinking about good things! Surtr, where have you been again? I have to help you pack your clothes. Do you know that in just half a month, we'll be going to school?"

"Alas!"

Surtr showed a look of disgust.

"I don't want to go to school. The teachers at school aren't even as good as me, so what's the point of going?"

“You’ve never been to school, how do you know?” Niyan retorted.

Surtr seemed to freeze for a moment, standing there stunned for a long while before shaking his head and waving his hand:

"I don't know, but I just know that all the teachers at school are incompetent and can't teach me at all!"

Mudrock frowned, giving Surtr a questioning look. Surtr seemed a little off, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. Surtr looked perfectly fine, and aside from her strange remarks earlier, there was nothing unusual about her. Although he'd been holed up in his room making clay figurines lately, he'd been keeping an eye on Surtr's movements; she shouldn't have gotten into any trouble.

Well, it's not surprising to hear anything illogical from Surtr; she herself is illogical. Ordinary people can't summon flames that can easily melt the strongest alloys currently available. Surtr's Levadin Flame is even as hot as volcanic lava. By that standard, it's quite possible that the teachers at the academy are no match for Surtr.

However, a teacher's strength is not reflected in physical power.

“Surtr, you must respect your teacher. The Kazdel branch of the Victoria Military Academy was proposed by Her Highness Wayne and approved by Her Majesty the Queen. It was established by General Theresis, the Chairman of the Kazdel Military Council, who is Princess Theresa’s brother!”

"Can you beat me?" Surtr proudly raised his head.

Mudstone glanced at her helplessly, then resorted to his trump card, asking in return:

Can you write?

Surtr froze, as if a sore spot had been touched, and answered with her arms crossed, lacking any confidence:

"Of course I will!"

Mudstone chuckled: "I can write your name, and what else?"

“And your name!” Surtr muttered under his breath, “But on the battlefield, a bodyguard doesn’t need to be literate… Can’t he just understand what he hears?”

"You're a royal bodyguard, you can't expect me to sign for and pay for every new outfit you buy or every package you receive, can you?"

Mud Rock earnestly advised:

"School isn't a place to flaunt violence. Everyone should learn something useful there; that's the value of a school. Surtr doesn't want to be called a brute, a violent maniac, or an illiterate lady behind her back, does she?"

“…” Surtr frowned, remained silent for a long time, and then reluctantly nodded, “I’ll listen to you. But you have to come with me.”

"Of course." Mud Rock nodded slightly.

"Then it's your turn. What were you thinking about just now?" Surtr blushed and changed the subject, pressing for an answer.

Mudstone scratched his head helplessly:

"I'm wondering whether I should go say goodbye to Prince Wayne. But Prince Wayne probably already knows we're going back to school, so would it be redundant for me to go and say goodbye to him?"

Surtr raised an eyebrow, puzzled:

"Just go if you want to. There's no point in thinking so much. When it comes to doing things, you have to be quick, accurate, and ruthless—defeating the enemy in one strike is the only way to succeed!"

"This isn't a war!" Mud Rock rolled his eyes.

"What's the difference between this and fighting a war?" Surtr rolled his eyes in response!

"If you won't go, I'll go for you. Is this the box? I've seen you fiddling with it for days. There's even a little clay figurine of Prince Wayne inside. You're shy, so I'll take it to him for you!"

Surtr said, opening the box. A few seconds later, she slowly closed it again, looking at Mudrock, who was frozen on the bed beside her because no one had stopped her, and asked incredulously:

"You did all of this?"

"Wow, you're something else! Didn't you see it coming? Mudstone!"

Surtr slapped Mudrock on the shoulder and laughed as he spoke.

"I thought there was only one, but there's a whole box. And it's not just for His Highness Wayne. Did you make one for our whole family?"

Surtr excitedly chattered on and on:

"But I think you made me look ugly! You should redo it! And you yourself, you're so strange. I was wondering why you bought so many nice new clothes, but you always wore that big suit of armor in front of Prince Wayne. Did you end up making clay figurines of them all? Why? Wouldn't it be better to just wear them and show them to him? Clay figurines may look nice, but they can't move. They're nothing like the real you. If you ask me, you should just carry your wardrobe to Prince Wayne to say goodbye. That would definitely be more effective!"

Mudstone's face grew increasingly red, and finally, he let out a scream of utter shame and indignation:

"Get out of here! Aaaaaaaah!"

He only regretted not having a hammer by his side, otherwise Mudrock would have shown Surtr what true brotherly love was!

Chapter 101 Mudstone's Blessing

When Mudrock came in, Wayne was packing his things.

Compared to Mudrock and Surtr, Wayne's journey is much farther. Victoria to Kazdel is a considerable distance, after all, the old site of Kazdel is currently quite close to Lungmen, and Lungmen is truly in the eastern part of the land.

"Your Highness Wayne, are you also getting ready to go out?"

When the sound of mudstone came from behind Wayne, he didn't immediately recognize who it was. He paused for a moment, turned around and glanced at the main entrance, where he saw a white-haired, red-eyed Sarkaz girl peeking her head out from the doorway. Her mouth wasn't even showing, and she blinked her big eyes, staring at Wayne.

"you....."

"Ah... I'm sorry. I am Mudrock." Seemingly realizing that this was the first time she had revealed her true form to Wayne, Miss Mudrock lowered her head and introduced herself very seriously, "I am Mudrock. I usually wear that armor. I apologize for only now showing my true face to you, Your Highness Wayne."

"Uh......"