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

However, no matter how fast she accelerated, no matter how the scenery on both sides of the street changed from weeds to roadside trees, and then to lit lampposts and flashing neon lights, these four words still lingered in Chen's mind like a bone-deep ailment, stirring up the resentment that had been hidden deep in her heart until now.

Because of the royal family, Chen's mother was coerced by her uncle Wei Yanwu into remarrying her weak father, and eventually died in despair.

Because of the royal family, Chen's sister Talulah's father died at the hands of Wei Yanwu, and even Talulah herself was kidnapped by Koschei.

She went to Victoria to study in order to leave the environment that only taught her to obey and submit, so that she could grow according to her own wishes and fulfill her dreams.

But unexpectedly, even here, the word appeared in her ears again in a different way. This time, however, it wasn't her who was bound by the royal family, but her classmate. Because of this constraint, her classmate couldn't go to school and lived alone in a desolate suburb far from the city. Even attending a classmate reunion, which was so commonplace and somewhat annoying to her, was a first for her.

The reflection in the motorcycle's rearview mirror showed Wayne's lips curling into an uncontrollable smile.

He must be excited about this party, right?

Chen couldn't comprehend what it was like to live in a villa surrounded by four walls for years, with only a few connections to the outside world through her mobile phone. But she could imagine that it must have been a different kind of misery, no less tragic than her own destroyed childhood, a misery called loneliness.

Her power was limited, and as Wayne said, she might not be able to help him much. But there was at least one thing she could do—to leave him with a memorable and happy experience during the short time they spent at the party!

"How are you feeling?"

Chen stepped on the gas again, took off his mask, and enjoyed the exhilarating feeling of the wind on his face. He then asked Wayne.

Wayne paused for a moment, then tightened his grip on Chen Liu's waist, and answered very seriously:

"Very comfortable!"

Chapter 43 The propagation of the race is a responsibility!

"In conclusion, this plan was executed perfectly. As expected of Prince Wayne!"

Ernest closed the folder in his hand, which contained a detailed account of the cause and effect of this religious reformation. After listening to the entire report, Vina let out a long sigh of relief, her face showing a mixture of satisfaction, admiration, and a hint of pride.

She originally thought that the reason why the current religious reform movement had become so big was because Lateran's reactionary actions had angered all the enlightened people in Victoria, and that the royal family had simply played a role in going with the flow, establishing the Anglican Church and uniting this force of resistance and innovation under one banner, nothing more.

But after listening to Ernest's report, she realized that Wayne was not some opportunistic, opportunistic nobody, but the real mastermind behind everything.

The vast Victorian Empire, its complex religious system, and the arrogant Lateran Catholic Church were all manipulated in his hands like chess pieces on a chessboard. As a chess player, he meticulously orchestrated this grand game of religious reform, executing it flawlessly, making everything appear as if it were a natural and inevitable outcome, completely concealing any trace of his manipulation.

This ability, this method, this confidence of a chess player who uses the earth as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces, would be a terrifying demon that would erode the will to resist if placed among hostile forces, but would be an angel who can relieve your worries and make you feel incredibly at ease if placed among your allies.

Vina was overjoyed; this person was her brother, even though he was her cousin.

However, it doesn't matter. The Aslan clan is currently dwindling in bloodline. The only lions left with legitimate royal blood and equal social standing are the two of them. From any perspective, they are inseparable and bound by blood.

Moreover, Vina harbors a secret.

As the current Queen Victoria, after her coronation, the patriarch of the unicorn clan, who was also the guardian of Victoria, the "Old Man of the Clock Tower," sought her out and told her about a secret pact that only existed between the leaders of lions and red dragons.

—The lion and the red dragon claimed to be equal kings, and Draco and Aslan each received an equal opportunity. According to this ancient treaty, from the signing of the treaty until the destruction of the earth, they were both entitled to be the sole monarch of Victoria.

The Drak symbolizes force and desire, while the Aslan symbolizes power and order. Together with the three races, including the unicorns, they constitute the three major political forces that truly influenced Victoria.

This was quite different from the legends of the three races of griffins, unicorns, and lions that Vina had heard since childhood. However, the old man in the clock tower had told her not to worry too much, as the bloodline of the red dragon had been declared extinct after the last Drak [Edward Atrias] died in the political struggle of Lungmen more than twenty years ago. Therefore, no one could threaten Aslan's stable rule over Victoria.

Aside from themselves.

The Wars of the Roses were the catalyst for everything. After that war, the King of the North, who seized the throne, purged many members of the Aslan royal family who had the right to claim the throne in order to pave the way for his son, Wayne, to take over the throne. After that bloody coup, the lions no longer showed their faces in public.

In other words, the royal bloodline is actually on the verge of extinction! If no action is taken, Aslan may face the same fate as the Drak clan—extinction!

As the only two remaining legitimate members of the royal bloodline of King Victoria of this generation, Vina naturally had to take measures to continue the bloodline.

But this measure...

Vina blushed, shook her head, and tried to get rid of that unhealthy knowledge from her mind.

She had always been a strong person, as Indra and the others knew very well. To become the leader of a gang in the chaotic commoner district, commanding dozens or even hundreds of people and forming a powerful force, the name Vina had never been associated with weakness. She was independent, self-reliant, and unwilling to accept her fate. However, continuing the bloodline was also her responsibility as a queen and as an Aslan. Therefore, when facing Wayne, she always felt a subtle unease, as if she were stuck on a narrow bridge between two powerful forces. Taking her relationship with Wayne further seemed inappropriate, but taking a step back seemed even worse.

Forcibly suppressing the shyness that welled up inside her, Vina took a deep breath.

She decided to wait a little longer.

When she truly understands this matter, and is able to truly like or dislike Wayne based on her own heart, rather than simply making a decision based on racial responsibility and the pressure of the crown.

Anyway, Wayne is right beside her and won't run off anywhere. And she's not even twenty yet, so Vina feels she has plenty of time!

For now, let's just get along well with Wayne as her younger sister!

Vina looked at Ernest, who was standing aside awaiting further orders after finishing his report, and asked:

"Sir Ernest, do you know where Wayne is right now?"

Ernest spread his hands and shook his head.

He was only following Wayne's orders to hand over the plan to Vina after everything had settled down and to see her reaction.

Now that Vina seemed quite happy, he breathed a sigh of relief. At least it proved that Prince Wayne's judgment was correct; Vina was a monarch worth cooperating with. While maintaining control of the military and political power, he could also try to cultivate a good relationship with her. With the support of a legitimate king, it would be easier to implement some plans smoothly.

As for where Prince Wayne went after giving these instructions,

Ernest didn't know, nor dared he ask. The prince was mysterious and unpredictable; Ernest never asked questions unless the prince told him.

Seeing Ernest shake his head, Vina frowned slightly and sighed with some disappointment.

"I was even planning to invite him out for a meal to celebrate together."

"His Highness is probably currently drafting national policies and plans for the future; he's always very busy."

Ernest spoke, his tone full of respect for Wayne.

Vina nodded gently: "Yes, that's true, but good things should be celebrated properly. Besides, it's been so long since we went out together. It's dinner time now, so let him rest for a while."

After making the decision, Vina summoned the guards and gave them instructions:

"Go tell Wayne that we're going to the Elizabeth Hotel in the city center for dinner tonight to celebrate Victoria's complete victory! I'll head over first and wait for him there. Hmm... remember to wear casual clothes."

"understand!"

The guard saluted, turned and quickly left.

Chapter Forty-Four: Ah Chen, Don't!

Victoria, Lentinium, Lentinium Core City, 7:00 p.m.

With its towering skyscrapers and dazzling neon lights, this city seems to exist in a completely different era from the classically elegant clock tower city of Lentinium outside—the latter is a medieval city of clock towers and noble fiefdoms, while the former is a modern society dominated by capital and money.

In reality, the core city of Londinium and Londinium can indeed be considered two completely different regional concepts. On the continent of Terra, the development levels of various nations vary drastically. There are backward indigenous peoples like Sargon, who have just emerged from the era of tribal chieftains and entered the feudal era, and there are merchant federations like Colombia, which have already embarked on the path of capitalism and focus on research into emerging technologies. Victoria lies somewhere in between.

This most prosperous kingdom in all of Terra has an order built upon the oldest systems: the investiture of kings, coronations, and nobility—a series of old things that are intertwined with emerging concepts like conglomerates, capital, and finance. Nobles, after their balls, would check the stock market online, and merchants, after making money, would strive to acquire land and join the ranks of the nobility. The focal point of all this conflict and fusion of old and new lies in Londinium, the royal capital of Victoria.

The core city is named [Londinium Core City]. It bears this name not because it's the central component of the entire mobile city of Londinium, but because of its special political status. Londinium Core City is autonomous, not governed by the city hall or the Londinium Grand Consul Arthur. It is controlled by the Merchant Guild Council, specially commissioned by the royal family. Londinium's complex aristocratic regulations are practically meaningless here. For the wealthy merchants residing in this core city, the only rules they must abide by are the emperor's orders and the Core City's autonomous laws promulgated by the Merchant Guild Council. This is a land of wealth; the core city's stock exchange controls a staggering 80% of all financial transactions in Terra, with the remaining 20% ​​held by Columbia alone, the remaining 10% shared equally among all nations. This is also a land of dreams. Embrace the core city, and you might rise above others in just a day or two. Gamblers are constantly throwing away their life savings and investing in stocks on the exchange, eagerly watching the ever-changing curves, hoping to fall asleep in a sea of ​​gold coins and banknotes tomorrow, or to cosplay as Li Boli and jump off the rooftop of the exchange's "Life Starts Over" rooftop.

You could say that if you want to travel, go to Londinium; if you want to make money, come to the core city; if you want to truly witness the greatness of Victoria, visit both places. Then you will be awestruck and filled with awe at how wise and virtuous a country and its king are to have integrated two forces that should have been adversaries into one as one family.

This city, brimming with capitalist atmosphere, certainly has its dark side, but that's not the topic today.

Prince Wayne Bruce of Wales came to the city center today and only did three things—eat, eat, and fucking eat!

But let him find a place to vomit for a while first.

After getting off Chen's lightning-fast motorcycle, Wayne had a strange feeling of backache, leg weakness, and soreness, but he soon realized that it was not an illusion.

Maintaining one posture for a long time, passing through the dirt roads of the western suburbs, the brick and stone roads of the city, and then the asphalt roads of the core city, along the way, experiencing more than a dozen drifting turns, more than twenty traffic lights and emergency braking, and a super long period of strong wind blowing against his face, Wayne's face is now red, and it is not known whether it is red from the wind or from hitting Chen's back when braking.

After stretching his limbs, Wayne swayed and grabbed a lamppost for support, suppressing the churning in his stomach, and looked at the culprit behind it all—Chen, who was casually taking off his helmet and giving him a cheerful smile.

"Bruce, you're pretty strong! I can now confirm that you're definitely alright!"

Chen rubbed his waist. There was a clear pressure mark on his jacket and the white shirt underneath. Wayne even thought that Chen Sir probably had red marks on his waist now as well.

But what could he do?

LSP's movements were very gentle, yet he managed to create this situation, which clearly shows his survival instinct!

He didn't want Vina to see the news of the Prince of Wales's tragic death in the street in the morning paper while he was having a meal.

She gave Chen a resentful glare. Chen scratched his head, tidied his wind-blown hair, walked over, patted Wayne on the shoulder, and said in a strong, assertive tone with a hint of praise:

"Don't look at me like that. I apologize. I was so focused on my own pleasure that I didn't notice you were a little weak. But don't worry, compared to Swire and the others, your stamina is incredible. You know, the only person who can keep me going all the way is Aunt Wen Yue!"

As she spoke, she turned her head and glanced disdainfully at Swire, who had noticed the two of them and was walking towards them. She smiled softly and whispered in Wayne's ear,

"Unlike someone who, after only a few minutes, starts crying and apologizing, saying things like 'Chen, no! Chen, no! Slow down! Slow down!'"

But Felin's ears were very sharp! Upon hearing this, Swire reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly bristling with fur. She darted in front of Chen, pulled a wad of LMD from her bag, and shoved it into Chen's mouth. While holding Chen down, she turned and nodded sheepishly to Wayne.

"Ah, Bruce, I'm so sorry, it's my fault for not being strict enough. This pink sausage dragon is quite a sight for you!"

Chen: "Mmm, mmm, mmm!"

Swire glared at her fiercely, put down the Lungmen Dollars in her hand, and placed them in Wayne's hand instead.

"Here you go, Bruce. Use this money to find a doctor later. As a friend, Chen is a bit reckless, and I, as her older sister, have to clean up her mess!"

"Who do you think you are, you char siu cat? Am I not telling the truth?"

Chen Hui glared at Swire, but didn't comment on Swire's act of giving Wayne money to find a doctor, as if he himself had realized that it was inappropriate.

Wayne hesitated for a moment, glanced at the Lungmen Dollar he had just placed over Chen's mouth, then at Swire, and finally nodded with a look of gratitude:

"Thank you, Miss."

It wasn't for Chen or for money; it was mainly because I had genuinely suffered internal injuries and needed to recover.

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Chapter Forty-Five: Leave this matter to me.

The core city, "Sargon's Big Roasted Meat".

This newly opened barbecue restaurant is quite famous among businessmen. It's said that they use exceptionally fresh camel meat, transported from Sargon to Victoria at an expensive, even luxurious, cost. The meat is then prepared by top-notch butchers and finally cooked by Sargon's own barbecue masters, resulting in a crispy exterior and tender interior – truly delicious. Furthermore, the restaurant's prices are relatively affordable for a city center location, attracting many wealthy and influential people to try it out.

This is Swire's second time at this barbecue restaurant. The last time she came was for a social party she attended alone. Due to etiquette and image considerations, as the person in charge at the time, she could only look on longingly at the barbecue laid out on the long white table for everyone to enjoy. This time, she chose this place as the venue for her classmate reunion to make up for this regret.

"This place looks really nice. Miss Swire has excellent taste."

Wayne praised him sincerely.