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

Yelena paused, then pointed to the water glass beside her in confusion:

"But I will still freeze everything I touch."

"Because treatment is a long-term process, this is only the first time. Judging from the current recovery results, it will take at most three treatments to fully recover."

Theresa explained.

Although it was merely helping to stabilize Frostnova's consciousness empire, it was easier said than done—a truly technical task. Especially since the practitioner was a special case within a special case like Vayne, Theresa dared not be the slightest bit careless. During the treatment, she strictly instructed Vayne to reduce his exertion time and time again, to ensure that Vayne wouldn't accidentally overexert himself (perhaps it made no difference to him at all) and completely destroy the already unstable mental strength of the little girl, Katarina.

Limited by this, the treatment was divided into three to five courses by Theresa, depending on Yelena's adaptation to Wayne's assistance, and at least so far the effect seems to be good.

"I see." Frostnova breathed a slight sigh of relief. Just as she was about to thank Wayne for helping her so much, she noticed that Wayne was standing there, looking at her hands strangely, and then suddenly placed them on the back of Kal'tsit's neck.

"Alas!"

Kal'tsit let out a shriek, and the entire cat sprang back several steps until it was pressed against the wall before finally stopping. Still shaken, it looked at Wayne and said, embarrassed and annoyed:

"Your Highness Wayne, what are you doing? It's very impolite to put ice cubes inside someone's clothes!"

“I don’t have any ice.” Wayne shrugged, waved his hands in front of Kal’tsit, and suddenly snapped his fingers, a flower of ice forming at his fingertips.

She nodded in satisfaction, flicked the ice flower at the surprised Kal'tsit, and looked at Theresa, who seemed to understand something, with a happy expression: "It seems I was right, this time we've gained quite a bit."

...........

Night falls in the Queen's office.

Vina sat cross-legged on the chair, her hands supporting her chin, looking at Wayne curiously, and said:

"Change again, brother? Change into a lion?"

Wayne nodded, and with a flick of his finger, a thin layer of frost appeared on the previously cleared tabletop. Soon, with Wayne's magician-like meticulous carving, a majestic cat gradually took shape on the table. Wayne stopped, happily becoming a scribe.

"Ta-da—The Ice and Snow Lion!"

Vina clapped her hands in complete agreement. Kal'tsit covered her face, looking helpless, but waited until the siblings finished their interaction before interrupting:

"Stop playing around, Prince Wayne. How did you do that? When did you learn... ice magic? And how did you manage to cast spells without a staff?"

As Kal'tsit asked the question, Theresa's gaze immediately fell on Wayne.

Wayne shrugged: "The ice magic comes from Yelena, which I didn't originally know. But today, while healing, I was bored, so I tried to imitate it."

Wayne was a supercomputer, and Theresa, to be on the safe side, forced Wayne, this supercomputer, to solve a kindergarten math problem. This wasn't using a cannon to kill a mosquito; it was like using a nuclear bomb on a paramecium. For two whole hours, Wayne couldn't just sit there motionless.

While maintaining a stable connection, Wayne's mental energy also began to do other things, such as secretly learning spells like lifting the floor with both hands and using Ice Ring. But Wayne wasn't a genius; these spells tested the finer details of spell control and relied more on experience. Wayne's mental energy could easily master ice spells, but he still lacked some experience. But that was enough.

Wayne achieved his goal: while treating Frostnova, he simultaneously learned another Originium Arts. And because it was a near-enlightening, heartfelt learning experience, Wayne even skipped the Originium Arts tutorial that was supposed to be reviewed. This is somewhat similar to Amiya copying Chen Sir's ultimate move, the Crimson Sky Sword Technique, on her way up the tower in the original story... oh no, it should be called the Crimson Sky Sword Technique.

If the Demon King can do it, there's no reason why Wayne can't. Theresa and Amiya rely on reading memories and emotions, directly copying spell experiences to quickly master a skill. The advantage is that they become proficient immediately, but the disadvantage is that directly copying others' experiences ultimately lacks depth and makes it difficult to make better innovations. Wayne, on the other hand, is simpler and more direct, relying on a massive amount of mental energy to frantically try and fail until he finally finds a successful case. The advantage is that he has forged his own path, but the disadvantage is a lack of experience, and the mental energy required for exhaustive methods is self-evident; no one but Wayne should be able to replicate this operation.

Having mastered an ice spell, though not yet powerful, it would provide Wayne with some cover when he went out in the future. Moreover, Wayne was now very curious to know what it would be like if he perfectly mastered this spell and unleashed it with all his mental power.

Terra has entered the Ice Age ahead of schedule?

Wayne's ingenious idea didn't last long before the cell phone on the table suddenly rang.

The caller was Wei Yanwu

Chapter 183 Go for it, Wei Lao Er!

Great Yan, Longmen.

Chen had never imagined that one day she would be forced to leave this familiar city. Her hometown, Longmen, the most prosperous and largest mobile city on the border of the Great Yan Dynasty, was currently experiencing an unprecedented upheaval.

This turmoil had even exceeded the scope of her mere jurisdiction as a police superintendent in Lungmen. Wei Yanwu resolutely refused Chen's request to stay in Lungmen. Although the governor of Lungmen had not told Chen what had happened, the increasingly tense situation in recent days, along with the increasingly radical reports in the newspapers, had already given Chen a sense of what was going on.

Standing at Lungmen International Airport, Chen turned back for a long, reluctant look at the towering skyscrapers and steel forest of Lungmen. Finally, her gaze settled on Madam Wen Yue, who had come to see her off.

"Aunt Wenyue, didn't Wei Yanwu come?"

Wen Yue pursed her lips, her gaze slightly shifting to the distance, but she quickly looked away, not letting Chen notice her unusual expression. She lowered her head and shook her head helplessly.

“Governor Wei has many things to deal with, and the current situation in Longmen does not allow him a moment of leisure.”

Chen gritted his teeth and couldn't help but ask, "What exactly happened in Lungmen? Is it related to Joseph Pulitzer's report?"

Wen Yue raised her head, looked at Chen, and shook her head slightly:

"No."

Was Wei Yanwu's decision related to Joseph Pulitzer's article? Of course, it was. Without the exposure of the underlying implications of that article, Wei Yanwu would have had ample time to prepare, and Chen would have been able to stay in Longmen longer—perhaps a year, perhaps ten. Until Wei Yanwu recognized Chen as an excellent leader, capable of inheriting the city from him.

Only then will Wei Yanwu take a desperate gamble and return to the capital.

But was Joseph Pulitzer the absolute dominant factor? Certainly not.

Even if Joseph Pulitzer hadn't published his article, Wei Yanwu's revenge and atonement would have been inevitable sooner or later. In fact, Pulitzer's article, to some extent, helped Wei Yanwu. Pulitzer, a renowned journalist, publishing that "memorial-style report" not only powerfully undermined the current Emperor Yan's prestige but also gave Wei Yanwu a driving force. He took the matter in stride, even jokingly telling Lady Wen Yue, "Well said! Well said! If Pulitzer were here with me, I'd drink a big cup of wine with him!"

Madam Wenyue shook her head because she truly didn't want Chen to know what Wei Yanwu was about to do. Given Chen's upright character, if she knew what her uncle was planning, she might even become an obstacle to Wei Yanwu. Wenyue had already helplessly witnessed the fratricidal conflict between Wei Yanwu and Edward once, and couldn't bear to see another blood feud between Wei Yanwu and Chen Huijie.

She knew her man's character. If Wei Yanwu was determined to do something, he would eliminate anyone who stood in his way without hesitation! Only those who survived and succeeded had the right to regret!

This time, Wen Yue decided to obey Wei Yanwu, just like the rules they had established at home: minor matters were Wen Yue's responsibility, while major matters were decided by Wei Yanwu. As the Governor of Longmen, Wei Yanwu, concerned with the fate of the nation, treated Longmen like his own home, and since there were no major issues, he always indulged Wen Yue. But now, a major event had arisen, and Wen Yue would also abide by the agreement and comply with Wei Yanwu's decision. She had to send Chen away today, not allowing her hot-blooded niece to become an obstacle to Wei Yanwu's power struggle!

Chen stared blankly at Madam Wenyue. Her simple shake of the head disrupted the judgment Chen had made after several days of analysis.

Isn't this none of the Pulitzer Prize reporter's business?

She hadn't expected Lady Wenyue to lie to her. Unlike her scheming uncle, Lady Wenyue had treated her very well, like a mother, even though she was her aunt. Even if Lady Wenyue had indeed lied this time.

"It's time to go." Wen Yue stepped forward and straightened Chen's leather jacket collar and crooked tie. She looked Chen up and down, as if trying to imprint the image of the dragon girl about to embark on her journey into her heart. "Get on the plane, don't cause any trouble for your Prince Wayne."

"Bruce is overjoyed to know I'm going to Lentinium."

Mentioning her classmate whom she hadn't seen for over a month, Chen's face finally lit up with a brighter expression. This reassured Madam Wenyue considerably. She patted Chen on the shoulder, forcefully turned her around, and pushed her towards the direction of the aircraft.

The stairs leading up to the airport were already lowered, and the private jet, bearing the emblem of the Victorian lion and red dragon, had been waiting at Royal Westminster International Airport for some time. Chen reluctantly nodded to Madam Wen Yue, and before departing, she asked:

"How long will it take me to be back?"

“Your uncle will call you once this turmoil has subsided,” Madam Wenyue replied.

"It's a deal. If Lungmen needs me, just give me a call, and I'll be back anytime!" Chen said earnestly, turning around and boarding the aircraft.

When she settled into her safe seat in the cabin, she looked out the round window again and saw that Madam Wenyue had already disappeared at the boarding gate.

"The plane is about to take off; the people seeing us off have gone home first."

An unexpected sound came from not far away. Swire opened the stall door of the cabin lavatory and pulled the Zalak girl with short pink hair out of the lavatory. She looked at Chen, her eyes showing little surprise, but rather a relieved sigh of relief.

"Swire? And...Lin Yuxia, you're here too?"

"The turmoil in Longmen is imminent. I was summoned back to Victoria by my grandfather. As for Lin Yuxia, who knows?"

Swire is a filmmaker, and she and Lin Yuxia from Zalak never really got along. It wasn't that their relationship was bad, just that their personalities clashed. Lin Yuxia glanced at Swire and explained herself:

“My father sent me.”

The Rat King.....

Chen Liaoran nodded.

"Do you know what exactly happened in Longmen? My father has been going to Mr. Wei's house every day lately."

Lin Yuxia frowned. Shi Huaiya nodded in agreement.

“My grandfather did the same, calling Governor Wei every day. He even got the Swire Group branch in Longmen to provide Wei Yanwu with a large sum of money.”

Chen raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "A large sum?"

Swire pursed her lips. This pampered young lady, who had never had a concept of money, showed a rare expression of pain on her face.

"It's huge; it's basically equivalent to selling off the entire Lungmen Group. In the future, Lungmen will no longer have the Swire Group."

"Hiss—" Chen and Lin Yuxia couldn't help but take a deep breath. Selling a branch of the Swire family's company had brought them more money than they had ever imagined.

“That’s not the point. What exactly happened in Lungmen? All three of us were sent away. This must be no small matter.” Swire waved her hand, skipping over the topic, and continued, “Moreover, we went to Victoria. Although Wayne does have a relationship with us, and going to Victoria seems reasonable, I still feel that it’s not that simple.”

Chen pursed her lips. Her intuition was particularly sharp, which was the key to her success in solving many strange cases despite her short tenure. At this moment, she also had her own guesses, but she dared not say them out loud for the time being.

This was completely out of character for Chen Huijie, but for some reason, the thought of that terrifying conjecture seemed to confine her mouth as if by a shackle, preventing her from speaking. She even suspected that someone had cast a spell on her, but in the end, she acknowledged the truth: it had nothing to do with magic; this shackle came from within.

She didn't want to talk about it, she didn't want to admit a certain fact. She had experienced this feeling before, on the very day Talulah was kidnapped by Koschei. She stared at the childhood photos of the two of them in her bedroom, calling Talulah's name incessantly. Though she received no response, she kept calling, as if a voice was relentlessly pressuring her, until her voice was hoarse. Back then, she didn't want to accept Talulah's departure; now, she didn't want to accept the premonition in her mind that Lungmen was about to be plunged into war.

Her hands, resting on the chair, clenched into fists. Confined by the suspended table between the two car seats, neither could see Chen's movements. Seeing that Chen didn't answer, Swire realized he was also clueless and could only helplessly shrug.

"Then we'll have to ask Wayne after we get to Victoria. Since he hosted us, Wei Yanwu, the Rat King, or my grandfather must have told him something."

Lin Yuxia nodded, glancing at Chen with some concern.

Chen lowered his head, seemingly lost in thought.

"Attention passengers, this flight is from Longmen to Londinium. Please fasten your seatbelts and remain seated. There will be a feeling of weightlessness during takeoff. If you feel unwell, please press the red button on the armrest to call a doctor. Royal Victoria Airways is at your service."

The aircraft took to the sky.

................

At the same time, Wayne stood atop the highest tower of the Londinium Palace, overlooking the magnificent scenery of the City of a Thousand Cities, and took a sip of his coffee.

He took out his phone, thought for a moment, and then called Wei Yanwu.

"Is this Prince Wayne? What do you need me for?" Wei Yanwu's voice came quickly, with the background noise of the aircraft taking off.

"Did you go to see Chen off?"

Wei Yanwu chuckled lightly and replied nonchalantly, "Of course, how could I, as her uncle, not go to see her off? It might be the last time I see her."

“Wei Yanwu,” Wayne suddenly called out.

Wei Yanwu was taken aback: "What?"

“Go for it!” Wayne said.

Wei Yanwu chuckled: "I thought His Highness Wayne had changed his mind and decided to help me."

Wayne paused for a moment, then replied, "I'll help the one who wins."

"So let me see your potential, let me see where you are superior to the current Emperor of Yan, let me see your more advanced thinking, more open policies, more powerful methods, and more magnanimous heart. Let this land be better, let the people no longer suffer, let the cradle of suffering become a stepping stone for people's growth. Let me see that you have the potential to win."

“You’re not ready yet. I hope to see someone who is capable of negotiating with Victoria and signing an equal treaty, achieving a win-win situation.”

"Before that, I won't help anyone. I'll only accept foreign citizens who are eligible for refuge according to the immigration law. As for the final outcome, whether someone welcomes them back with smiles or forcibly takes them back with guns, that's up to you, Wei Yanwu."

There was a long busy signal on Wei Yanwu's end, but Wayne was not in a hurry and waited for Wei Yanwu's reply at a leisurely pace.