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

This magical kingdom, with its profound and unfathomable history, has managed to maintain a degree of detachment from the turmoil of the Terran lands. As Wei Yanwu said, although the Yan Kingdom has been isolated for five hundred years, it still retains the ability to win any war.

The name "Jingzhe" (惊蛰) likely originates from the "Twenty-Four Solar Terms" recorded in ancient Yan Dynasty texts. These terms represent a natural law observed and summarized by farmers and long-lived individuals in ancient Yan. Even after thousands of years, it remains highly useful; following the recorded solar terms ensures favorable weather and abundant harvests.

The person who chose this code name must have hoped that the person bearing this code name would be able to protect the Yan Kingdom and ensure good weather and abundant harvests.

Based on the symbolism, the character "惊蛰" (Jingzhe) likely represents several guards or officials from the Yan Kingdom's surveillance departments: the Imperial Guards, the Three Great Camps, the Court of Judicial Review, and the Censorate.

Of these departments, the Imperial Guards can be ruled out first. The Imperial Guards protect the imperial city and are also known as the Great Inner Guards. Without an imperial decree, they couldn't possibly have come to Longmen; if they had, Longmen would already be in chaos.

Secondly, the Three Great Camps can be ruled out. Although the Three Great Camps guard the capital and their management is not as strict as that of the Imperial Guards, they still cannot easily come to Longmen, which is thousands of miles away. Moreover, the soldiers of the Three Great Camps are in groups of fifty to a hundred people, and the twenty-four solar terms on which the code name "Jingzhe" is based do not meet this standard of numbers.

Those must be people from the Censorate and the Court of Judicial Review.

Kal'tsit counted on her fingers and realized that this year was the year of the nationwide inspection. The Dali Temple's Supervisory Department would form an inspection team to inspect all parts of the country on behalf of the emperor. Therefore, it could be basically confirmed that Jingzhe was a member of the Dali Temple.

Sure enough, just as Kal'tsit made her deduction, Theresa sent her a message:

"Jingzhe is an inspector in the Dali Temple's Supervisory Office. He has a connection with His Highness Wei'en."

Kal'tsit's lips curled into a smile. This was her most prized ability: intelligence analysis.

She may not be as good at fighting as Theresa and Wayne, and her tactical command may not be as good as those battle-hardened generals, but her intelligence analysis and knowledge experience are second to none. The series of deductions she just made could not have been made if she lacked even a little knowledge about Yan Kingdom, its history, traditions, cultural heritage, social classes, and government structure.

But Kal'tsit did it, not for any other reason than that she is Kal'tsit, the one and only Kal'tsit!

"understand!"

Kal'tsit didn't say much; her simple reply was enough to give Theresa plenty of confidence.

After replying, she added, "Have Wayne send a message, nothing more, just read out the requirements above, please." Then she looked at Surtr and Mudrock, who were watching her from a distance.

"Hey you two, we've got some work to do."

"His Highness Wayne's orders?" Mudrock asked.

“Yes,” Kal'tsit smiled, her phone lighting up as she calmly pressed the recording button sent by Wayne. Hearing this would greatly reduce Mudrock and Surtr's suspicions.

The recording played slowly on the phone.

"Let me read it again?... Huh? Recording has already started? Oh, okay."

"Um, Kal'tsit, Theresa was just kidding. I have no connection with Jingzhe, so don't be angry. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. I'll buy you a plush toy later as a reward. Don't be mad at me, Kal'tsit—"

Kal'tsit blushed and hurriedly turned off the recording.

Mudrock and Surtr exchanged a glance, their expressions subtle as they looked at the red-faced cat.

Chapter 116 May I ask how I can be of service to you?

Mudstone understood, and so did Surtr.

They couldn't have mistaken that voice; it was definitely Wayne's. Judging from His Highness Wayne's tone, Kal'tsit was certainly the right person. Moreover, her relationship with Wayne seemed to be quite special.

No wonder you're always so secretive, you're just shy.

Surtr suppressed a smile, enjoying watching Kal'tsit's previously icy expression turn pitifully red as she faced this sudden social death. Kal'tsit glanced at her, forcing herself to regain her composure, but her blood wouldn't listen; the calmer her expression, the redder her face became under Surtr's gaze.

She had no choice but to awkwardly change the subject, continuing from where she left off:

"Now you believe me? We have work to do!"

“Okay, okay!” Surtr replied enthusiastically. This time, Mudrock didn’t stop her. But for some reason, Kal’tsit still felt Mudrock’s hostile gaze.

However, the meaning contained in this hostility seems to have changed into something else?

Unconcerned about the source of Mudrock's inexplicable hostility, Kal'tsit briefly arranged for an ambush, preparing to wait for the prey to come to her.

..........

Jingzhe looked somewhat flustered.

As an official of the Dali Temple, she should have remained calm and decisive at all times, but precisely because of this, the situation just now left her no choice but to panic.

Wei Yanwu actually dared to arrange for assassins to kill her in the street?

This meant she had truly stepped on his tail! She had to leave Longmen immediately, return to the court, report the matter to the officials and His Majesty, and request the dispatch of a large army to punish him!

"But can I get away?"

Jingzhe couldn't help but ask herself this question. Wei Yanwu had clearly broken the rules; using firearms in a busy area was a major taboo! If he completely disregarded all his concerns, wiping someone out of Longmen would be quite easy.

This time, Wayne took a bullet for her, but what about next time? The wilderness is so vast; if Wei Yanwu were to ambush and kill her there, she wouldn't even have a chance to call for help.

Thinking of this, she slowed her pace a little, but soon she picked up the pace again and started running.

Even if that's true, so what? She still has to go back!

Even if it meant certain death, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, she had to do everything in her power to return to the capital. This wasn't just about the life or death of one person or one city, but about the prosperity and stability of hundreds of millions of compatriots across the entire nation. Every citizen of Yan should have this awareness: their fate is inextricably linked to the entire country. A nation is a nation; without a nation, there is no home.

The docking area wasn't too far from here. Jingzhe gritted her teeth, tiny bolts of lightning crackling around her horns, a dazzling flash of lightning streaking beneath her feet—[Five Thunderbolts Orthodox Technique - Swift]!

The lightning magic of Yan Kingdom is also a type of lightning-based Originium Arts, but not all lightning-based Originium Arts can be called lightning magic. The lightning magic passed down from ancient families is far more profound and unpredictable than ordinary lightning-based Originium Arts. Large-scale lightning storms like the Shadow Guard Primordial [Nine Heavens Profound Lightning], which covers an entire area, and [Five Thunder Orthodox Method - Swift], which suddenly accelerates like the Awakening of Insects, are both high-level lightning magic, far more complex than ordinary lightning-based Originium Arts involving simply releasing electricity.

A flash of lightning streaked across the street, and Jingzhe appeared at the entrance to the shuttle area, nearly three kilometers away. The moment was but a second!

It even exceeds the speed of sound!

However, Jingzhe's face was also much paler, and the description of her as having no color in her face was extremely apt.

【Five Thunder Orthodox Method - Swift】 was still too much for her. Just a moment ago, Jingzhe even had the illusion that she was about to be drained, unable to control the distance or the time, and could only watch helplessly as her spiritual energy was drained and she was forced to stop.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if Jingzhe moved just one more meter forward in this manner, she would fall into a coma due to exhaustion of her mental energy.

But it's worth it!

Jingzhe wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, and a bright smile appeared on her slightly bluish lips.

At least she'd shaken off her pursuers! The Lateran with their guns didn't know lightning magic; they couldn't teleport three kilometers in one go. By the time he arrived, she'd already been out of Lungmen. She'd gained a precious time advantage.

Taking a deep breath, Jingzhe tried her best to make her expression look gentle so that the guards stationed in the transfer area wouldn't notice anything unusual. Coincidentally, a caravan was arriving today, and the transfer area looked quite lively. As long as she didn't stand out too much, she shouldn't be discovered.

"There's a chance, there's a chance."

She silently repeated the sentence, fighting off the drowsiness caused by her depleted mental energy, and quickly entered the transfer area. After looking around, she walked towards a vehicle with few people and marked Victoria.

Victoria is currently the safest place. Although there seems to be some shady deal between Wayne and Wei Yanwu, the Victorian caravans won't know the inside story. The most dangerous place is the safest; it's better to communicate with the open and polite Victorians than to deal with those rude Ursus people or xenophobic Letanians.

Jingzhe wasn't short of money, and she believed that the elegant-looking green-clad man by the car wouldn't refuse to help a lady with a small favor. The tall, imposing armored mercenary beside her made the dazed Jingzhe feel very safe.

"Mudstone, Surtr, we'll do this when the Awakening of Insects arrives..."

Kal'tsit was solemnly assigning tasks when, halfway through her sentence, a voice suddenly called out from behind her:

"Excuse me, gentlemen, may I disturb you?"

Jingzhe spoke up,

"Can you do me a small favor?"

Kal'tsit's voice suddenly stopped, and she turned to look at Jingzhe in confusion. The words she was about to say, "I'm sorry, we're not a caravan. You've got the wrong person," were swallowed back down.

She looked at the girl in front of her with a surprised expression.

The bright red robe was embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns unique to the Yan Kingdom.

With its highly recognizable double horns, the complexity of the Qilin clan's horns is among the best on the entire land; anyone with a bit of knowledge would not mistake it for someone else.

Long, golden hair. Speaks Victorian English with a slight Beijing accent. And looks utterly shaken and exhausted.

Kal'tsit raised an eyebrow with a subtle expression.

What's so special about this? You searched high and low without finding it, only to have it come to you effortlessly.

But the problem is, I haven't even started putting on my shoes yet, and you've already delivered yourself to my door?

Kal'tsit subtly winked at Mudrock and Surtr, then adjusted the tie of her suit, straightened the cuffs and collar, and gave a very elegant bow.

"Of course, my lady. How may I do you wish to serve you?"

Chapter 117 Choose Your Plush Toy

"Hello, my lady, is there anything I can do for you?"

Kal'tsit blurted out a string of pure Lontinem-accented Victorian, her magnetic voice sending a shiver down one's spine. Though reluctant to admit it, even Wayne, standing there, would likely feel inferior upon hearing that perfect, melodious voice, as if reciting a phonetic chart word by word. Jingzhe, caught off guard by this sudden politeness, was somewhat dazed. Already not quite clear-headed, she initially thought she had mistaken someone for someone else.

How could an ordinary vendor have such manners and such a pleasant voice?

If it weren't for the undeniably feminine softness of the voice, Jingzhe would have even suspected she was speaking to a noble gentleman from the Londinium Palace. Her pretty face flushed slightly, and she asked somewhat awkwardly:

"Hello, sir... oh no... miss."

"It's alright, Miss. Just call me whatever you like. Every word you say to me is a compliment, and I will gladly accept it."

Oh, she's so gentle!

Jingzhe had seen many elegant young men from prominent families; in the Holy Capital, such people were almost everywhere. However, their manners were all trained, and no matter how proper they were, they always seemed to lack a certain charm. Jingzhe might not have noticed it before, but compared to Kal'tsit, the difference was simply too obvious.

Kal'tsit's every word and action is not just about following etiquette; she *is* etiquette itself.

"Snapped!"

Jingzhe slapped her face and shook her head in a panic.

No, no, this is not the time to think about this. I'm so tired and confused. How can I waste the little bit of time I finally managed to gain using the Five Thunderbolts Method on testing the manners of a lady from Lentinium?

She quickly asked:

"Could you do me a favor, ladies? Something has happened at home, and I urgently need to leave Longmen. However, the traffic is extremely busy today, and all train and plane tickets to Shengjing are sold out. I'm willing to pay for a ride to Shengjing."

Jingzhe calmly took out a stack of Lungmen Dollars from his pocket and handed them to Kal'tsit. Kal'tsit quickly waved her hand:

"You're being too polite. It's my honor to help such a beautiful young lady. Money is not important. May I ask your name, young lady?"

Jingzhe hesitated for a moment upon hearing this.

She didn't tell Kal'tsit that she was in trouble, firstly because she was afraid that Kal'tsit would refuse to help if she knew she was involved, and secondly because she was afraid of dragging Kal'tsit into it. Such a gentlemanly lady had won Jingzhe's approval and favor even in a brief conversation, so naturally she didn't want her to know too much or come into Wei Yanwu's sight and suffer an undeserved disaster.

She didn't want to reveal her name, not even her code name. It wasn't that she was stingy; she simply didn't want to hurt anyone who wasn't involved.

Seeing the troubled look on Jingzhe's face, Kal'tsit had already confirmed the identity of the person before her. However, she wore a regretful expression, sighed slightly, then pretended to cheer up, revealing a bright smile, and comforted Jingzhe instead:

"It's alright, miss. A name is the first thing a person receives in this world, and it accompanies us throughout our lives. It is very important and deserves to be cherished. It is understandable that you are unwilling to reveal your name to a small businessman like me whom you have only met once. But I believe that a dignified and beautiful lady like you must also have a name that matches and is worthy of praise. I hope that one day you will meet someone worthy of entrusting your name to. Now, please get in the car."

She pulled her car along the long, desolate road from Victoria to Longmen for Jingzhe. Jingzhe looked at her, her eyes sparkling, but in the end, they turned into a silent sigh.