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

Winster turned around, his face stern, and bowed respectfully to Theresa.

"Although it may be presumptuous of me to say this, if it weren't for His Highness Wayne's brilliant foresight, you might have met with misfortune by recklessly coming to this remote place in Ursus."

Theresa pursed her lips apologetically, not pursuing Winston's bluntness.

"I made him worry."

She lowered her head and said sadly. Seeing this, Winster continued:

"His Highness Wayne asked me to pass on a message to you: No matter what happens, make sure the outcome is positive. Now that you've decided on the direction to move forward, you must make sure that the end of the road leads to a brighter future."

Theresa was stunned for a moment, then let out a sigh of frustration.

Wayne's words are simple, and can be summarized as follows: You have to finish the path you've chosen, even if you have to crawl on your knees, and you must achieve the result you want.

It was a simple and sincere blessing, yet it was exactly what Theresa, facing danger, contemplating retreat, and wavering, needed most right now. As Princess Victoria, having come alone to the tundra of Ursus to find her people, she had to consider whether this was her only chance in this life. If she wavered now, all her future plans—to recall Bozokasti, rejoin the Kazdel Military Council, return to Kazdel like lightning to regain control, and restore order—would become nothing but fleeting dreams, easily shattered.

“I understand. Mr. Winster, you…”

"I'm going to keep an eye on the black-skinned hounds of Ursus. Just like that big Sarkaz is your target, Kosichrie is also Prince Wayne's target."

Winston answered directly, his gaze slowly shifting to Talulah beside him.

"You must be Talulah?"

He looked Talulah up and down, a hint of nostalgia creeping onto his face.

"Draco bloodline, Edward's offspring... No wonder His Highness Wayne values ​​you so much. Although you have dragon blood mixed in, you are, in some ways, more powerful than an ordinary Draco."

"Will you come with me to witness the demise of the Black Serpent, or follow Her Highness the Princess to witness the future of the guerrillas?"

Winster softened his tone and spoke as gently as possible.

Talulah opened her mouth. She wanted to witness both the demise of the Black Serpent and the future of the guerrillas.

As the Black Serpent dissipated, the Inner Guard appeared, the Unicorn made its debut, and the power struggle between the Victoria and Ursus empires reached its climax, she, at the center of the vortex, already understood that she probably couldn't escape. She was a little naive, but not stupid. Whether it was Wayne, Theresa, or the Black Serpent, they all valued her so much; there must be a reason. She wanted to know that reason.

What kind of person is Wayne?

Talulah pondered for a long time before asking the question that had been buried in her heart for a long time.

Wayne, the name that has been on everyone's lips and lingering in her ears since her return from Bozokasti to Kazdel, and in this life-or-death crisis in the snowfield, what kind of person does she refer to?

This will determine her future path.

Watch the game, will update later.

T1's Li Tiandi shattered the void and lived his fourth life. Glory himself battled Glory Brother. I'll write more after watching the match tonight.

Currently at 2:1, we can expect Faker to win his fourth championship. It's not that I don't support EDG, but Faker's performance tonight is truly invincible, making Rongguang invisible.

I'll update later, I'll update later. Everyone can watch the game together, or if you're tired, go to sleep first and watch it tomorrow.

Chapter 153 Brother Li is down, sob sob sob

What kind of person is Wayne?

Everyone has their own answer to the question about Talulah. In the eyes of Winston, the leader of the Unicorns, Wayne is the uncrowned king, the true ruler of Victoria. He is not like ordinary people who crave power, nor does he abandon power like a hermit; he truly uses power as a tool. He has both intrigue and open strategies, and he is adept at using his power to intimidate others, creating unimaginable results without them even realizing it.

During his short year in power, Victoria punished Colombia, the former traitor. The nation founded by the traitor was ultimately destroyed by the betrayal, and Victoria benefited greatly from it. With a single immigration law, she drastically reduced Colombia's high-tech talent, creating more possibilities for Victoria's future in an era when the steam-powered military was showing signs of weakness.

But in Theresa's eyes, Wayne was more of a reformer, an idealist, and a role model worthy of emulation. Although young, Wayne's ideas were far more mature than her own. He wouldn't deliberately cause trouble, but he always handled any trouble that came his way with remarkable skill. Faced with the corrupt upper echelons of the empire, he was determined to reform; his efforts to weaken the aristocracy and the series of reforms he implemented after consolidating power, concerning the economy, labor welfare, and social systems, were worthy of her study and emulation.

However, most importantly, Wayne showed her a side she had never imagined before: a tremendous force that had been overlooked but should not be overlooked—the power of the people. While the upper echelons generally treated the masses as pawns, as lambs easily fooled, assuming an aloof position and ignoring their plight, only Wayne found ways to fully mobilize the power of the people, thus achieving a series of unimaginable accomplishments.

He fabricated a legendary journalist named "Joseph Pulitzer," who, through just a few reports, nearly completely transformed the Terra in many ways. After the publication of "Ninety-Five Theses," Lateran religion dared not easily infiltrate and invade other countries. After the publication of "The Victorian Report on the Normandy Affair," the entire aristocratic system of the land underwent a reshuffle; almost all kings began to pay attention to the border nobles, regardless of their motives. At least the lawless state of the border nobles was significantly improved. After the publication of "From the Loken Tank to Columbia," looking at the state of Columbia, capitalists across the land became hesitant and silent, fearing that they would be the next ones hanged from lampposts by angry workers. And it is foreseeable that, if Mr. Bruce's prediction is correct, Jingzhe, located in the heart of Yan, will become the fourth "Joseph Pulitzer," exposing a rebellion and the corruption of the imperial system.

What kind of chain reaction will this trigger? Will it lead to the reform of the imperial system and the rise of a republic? Or will it be a shift in the political winds and a reduction in oppression and exploitation? All of this is unknown, but Theresa is certain that this will be a momentous event and will inevitably be a good thing.

Faced with Talulah's question, Theresa and Winster exchanged a glance. The two ancient figures from different eras remained silent for a moment, then shook their heads in unison.

"We can't give you the answer; you need to see for yourself."

Talulah was surprised that the two would give Wayne such a nonsensical answer, and asked in confusion:

Why? Aren't there any general terms or phrases to describe this?

Theresa smiled, not answering Talulah, but instead looking at Surtr, who was huddled against Leivadin's thigh, trying to keep warm by pressing his sword between his legs because he was cold:

"Surtr, what kind of person do you think Mr. Bruce is?"

"Hmm...?" Surtr paused for a moment, then answered without much thought, "Good person!"

He gave me so much ice cream, isn't he a good person?

Theresa turned her head and reached out to Talulah: "Look, if I had to use one word to describe him, I would say he's a good person."

A thoughtful expression appeared on Talulah's face.

Are they good people? How many people on this land can truly be called good people?

Of all the people Talulah met in her short life, those who could be called good were few and far between. Bojokasti was no good man; he was a competent captain, a formidable leader, but his demands on everyone were too strict, and he sometimes turned a blind eye to certain tragedies. As a former vanguard of the Ursus Empire's expansion, he single-handedly created countless tragedies. He wasn't a good man, but a great soldier.

Black Serpent is far from a good person. He perpetrates discrimination in his territory, using the suffering of the infected to increase the happiness of the uninfected, thus making the uninfected ignore their own plight. Only Koschche could use such despicable methods so brazenly. He is an out-and-out schemer and a villain.

In Talulah's eyes, the only people who could be considered good were perhaps Miss Yelena, who appeared cold on the outside but was actually very friendly to those she knew; her best friend, Alina, who had always been by her side; and the elderly couple who had taken them in.

Talulah was curious about the criteria for a good person that Wayne received from Theresa and the white-clothed, hooded "warrior." She didn't know what the standard for a good person was, but she was somewhat curious.

She wanted to see Wayne. Whether it was to clarify the troublesome issue of her bloodline or to meet the legendary "Mr. Good Guy," she wanted to see Wayne.

"I'll go with you."

She held out her hand and pointed to Winston, who was wearing a hood and dressed as a Jedi.

"The Black Serpent's problem originated with me, and I also want to witness his demise. Besides... if you go to Saint-Germain Castle, you should be able to meet that Prince Wayne you mentioned, right?"

"His Highness Wayne awaits your arrival at Saint-Germain Castle, Talulah." Winster wore an expression of matter-of-fact. Just as His Highness Wayne had predicted, after subduing Koschei, Talulah would surely want to witness Koschei's demise.

As for the later expression of interest in Wayne? Winster wasn't surprised. Who wouldn't be interested in Prince Wayne?

It's estimated that no one in the entire Terran could remain uninterested in Prince Wayne after learning about him. Some even wished they could crack open Prince Wayne's head to see what was hidden inside that allowed him to come up with such astonishing and breathtaking grand plans.

But interest aside, as a staunch Victorian, Winster has always supported the legitimate Victorian royal family. Her Majesty Vina and Princess Wayne are the true official couple. Although Princess Theresa seems alright now and her status is barely worthy of her, the CP shippers are unwavering.

"In that case, come with me."

“Wait a moment.” Talulah shook her head and looked at Theresa. “Miss Theresa, I know you’re here for Mr. Bozocasti.”

"The captain is a stubborn man, but even he has his weaknesses. If you want to persuade him, why not start with his daughter?"

"Miss Yelena... has always wanted to touch something warm with her own hands."

Talulah nodded to Theresa, who gratefully returned the nod and a smile.

Chapter 154 Princess Theresa Recalls Bozokasti

"Hello."

Wayne numbly extended his hand, a stiff smile on his face, and shook hands with the nobleman before him.

"Yes, the weather is nice today. It's been quite nice lately. Ursus is truly a great country. I love it here. A gift? I'm flattered, but I'm sorry, Victoria has a rule that I can't accept gifts from strangers. No, no, no, it's not that I don't consider you a friend, sir. It's just the rule. You wouldn't want your friend to be prosecuted for corruption by Her Majesty the Queen after returning home, would you? I appreciate your kindness. Please come in and have a seat in the hall. Thank you."

After reciting his lines from the script in rapid succession, Wayne stepped aside to let the Ursus nobleman enter the palace's banquet hall.

These days are probably the most lively in the Ursus Empire in recent years. A small banquet every day, a big banquet every three days, and a grand court banquet every week. Fyodor truly lives up to his title as Emperor of Ursus. His style of doing things is incredibly extravagant. Seeing Vayne makes one feel sorry for Vayne's already meager treasury.

But soon, Wayne couldn't feel sorry for him anymore. He suddenly realized that those ruthless nobles weren't targeting their Emperor Fyodor, but rather him, the harmless little lion. After a week, Wayne felt he had gained three pounds, but his spirits were increasingly low.

Maintaining a polite, fake smile all day long, and speaking on behalf of Victoria in a way that was both dignified and courteous, left even Wayne feeling somewhat exhausted by the end of the day.

Before Wayne could rest for even a few minutes, another elegant noblewoman carrying a large box of gifts walked to the entrance of the banquet hall, extended her hand to Wayne, and looked at him with such enthusiasm that she seemed to be looking at a rare beauty, as if she wanted to strip Wayne naked and take advantage of him.

Wayne could only suppress the goosebumps rising on his arms, reach out, and repeat the dialogue he had said countless times before:

"Hello."

.........

The minute hand had rotated 180 degrees in the blink of an eye; half an hour had passed. Wayne stood at the entrance of the banquet hall, stunned for a moment, and seeing no one else arrive, finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall and rubbing his slightly sore cheeks.

"It's finally over."

The banquet hall doors opened slightly, and with the crisp sound of high heels, Kal'tsit, dressed in a white dress, her face flushed, slipped out. She glanced at Wayne, walked to his side, leaned against the wall, and said softly:

"it's over?"

“It’s probably over.” Wayne nodded and punched the wall. “Fyodor is a real jerk. I’ve helped him so much, and he actually throws a banquet to disgust me with these nobles.”

Wayne disliked attending these large parties the most. First of all, there was never enough to eat. Despite the grand scale, everyone was basically just drinking. After drinking, they would dance. After dancing, those who were interested would exchange signals and find a secluded room to have some fun. Those who weren't interested would just sit down and continue drinking, and then continue their passionate pairings. There wasn't even a chance for hot dishes to be served the entire time.

If it were Victoria's party, it wouldn't be so bad; Wayne could be shameless and just sneak a bite from the pastry and steak tables since they're all family. But this isn't Victoria's party. In Ursus, Wayne has to consider Victoria's feelings and his sister's dignity to some extent; he can't bring himself to steal food.

Fyodor's frequency of hosting banquets is frighteningly high, to the point that Wayne is now truly "living with the emperor, going hungry nine times in three days." Judging from Kal'tsit's exhausted appearance, it seems she's about to reach her limit.

Kal'tsit shook her head, seemingly having drunk too much; her face showed a hint of intoxication that even her makeup couldn't conceal. Standing by the window, letting the cold wind sober her up, Kal'tsit turned her head and asked:

"Your Highness, is there any news from Princess Theresa?"

"Not yet, but Winster should have arrived by now. There shouldn't be any problems."

Wayne replied.

The immortal black serpent Koschche is afraid of the Demon King; this is officially confirmed by the original storyline. Even Amiya's incomplete, bootleg chimera Demon King could render Koschche helpless, let alone Theresa, the official, genuine demon king.

Wayne's only concern was the interior defense, but with the Unicorns, especially with Winster himself leading the team, a few interior defenders shouldn't be a problem. However, just to be on the safe side, Wayne still gave Winster some "contingency plans," such as the lightsaber.

Wayne once devoured a demon, and the Ursus Guards were created through human modification based on implanted fragments of that demon. Wayne stored his spiritual power within the Originium that formed the lightsaber, giving him innate resistance to demons. Fragments, however, are certainly less potent than the demon itself; this resistance transforms into purification when faced with a small fragment. But such a method is only for emergencies. The energy stored in a single Originium is limited, and carrying too many is inconvenient. Ultimately, its effective use depends on Winster's improvisation.

In this situation, Wayne had no choice but to trust the old unicorn's practical experience. The old man had been in this business for thousands of years and was renowned in the hidden world of Terra; it was not Wayne's place to interfere. Besides, trusting those you employ and not employing those you don't trust is one of the wisdoms passed down from our ancestors.

"Actually, if Theresa hadn't gone, we wouldn't have encountered such a dangerous situation. We should be lying in bed in Lentinium right now, enjoying the warmth of the heater and playing on our phones."

"Wayne said with a hint of helplessness. Experiencing a life as classical as Ursus once or twice is fine, like occasionally visiting a rural farmhouse for a taste of life. But doing it repeatedly is just too much. It's like sending a time traveler back to ancient times, without cell phones, computers, food delivery, or silly online friends—life instantly loses its fun."

Kal'tsit looked at Vayne's profile with a hint of helplessness. Vayne had been working hard lately, and playing along with the Ursus Emperor was no easy task. He had to maintain his composure at all times and not be overshadowed by the emperor. For Vayne, who was usually quite approachable, this was an unprecedented challenge.

But he persevered, he endured it, and he perfectly fulfilled his mission.

He deserves some reward...

Kal'tsit quietly shifted her feet, moved closer to Wayne, reached out, wrapped her arm around his neck, and gently put her gloved arm around Wayne's head, leaning against him.