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

Finally, SilverAsh lowered his hands, which were crossed over his chest, and replied:

"The requirements are acceptable, but we will also make certain modifications to the compensation details accordingly."

"Go ahead," Kal'tsit said, gesturing for him to speak.

SilverAsh spread his arms wide, his fluent Victorian accent revealing no trace of foreign origin. Though still young, he already displayed the composure, calmness, and decisiveness expected of a future warlord of the Snowlands and the master of the Kallan trade. He made a request that even surprised Kal'tsit:

“I hope to hire an instructor from the Royal Victorian Army to train my troops.”

Wayne raised an eyebrow, ending his staring contest with Nosis, and turned his head to look at Kal'tsit's profile, seemingly curious about her answer. Kal'tsit frowned, showing some displeasure, and shook her head:

“You should know this is impossible. We are just an ordinary business couple... cough cough, partner, we shouldn’t have any way to contact Royal Army soldiers, let alone the generals in charge of training.”

Kal'tsit's words made it clear that she and Wayne were husband and wife... The above was all made up by Wayne.

Kal'tsit emphasized SilverAsh's definition of her and Wayne: an ordinary pair of businessmen. SilverAsh's assumption was wise to avoid getting involved in Victorian politics and associating with the nobility, a point Kal'tsit tacitly acknowledged. But now, expecting ordinary businessmen to pay the same wages as military instructors seemed somewhat illogical.

Where can you find a good deal where you want greater profits but don't want to take on greater risks?

But just as Kal'tsit was about to sternly refuse the request, SilverAsh suddenly spoke up:

"You and your esteemed prince can certainly do it, can't you?"

SilverAsh suddenly stood up, grabbed Nosis, and gave Wayne a standard gentlemanly bow. Under Wayne's gaze, he spoke:

"Ensiodis Shivaish, one of the three great families of Kjerag Snowfield, and the current head of the Shivaish family, it is an honor to meet you and to see your true face, the mysterious Prince of Wales."

“When did you first find out who I am?” Wayne asked.

SilverAsh replied, "Just now. I'm truly certain now."

"How was that determined?"

"The newspaper published photos of your injury. Although they were blurred, some features were still quite clear, such as your hair, tail, and your position in the negotiations. Although Miss Kal'tsit was the one who spoke, you were the one who made the final decision. Considering Nohis's presumptuous analysis before, it's not hard to draw this conclusion."

SilverAsh answered. Wayne nodded and asked the last question:

"So when did you decide to reveal my identity?"

“The moment I confirmed your identity, Your Highness,” SilverAsh said earnestly, without a moment’s hesitation. The instant he learned of Wayne’s identity, he made up his mind.

Ensiodis Shivaesh, when faced with fleeting opportunities, is as decisive as any successful emperor or general.

“Getting on my side might not be a good thing for Kerrig,” Wayne asked doubtfully. “Aren’t you afraid? Kerrig is bordered by Casimir to the north, Victoria to the east, Colombia to the west, and Minos to the south. If you get on my side now, it could break the current balance of power among these four countries, and Kerrig could very well be plunged into an abyss.”

"Whether it's a slow death or a radical transformation, the choice is never too much to ask. Besides, the other three are insignificant compared to Victoria."

"Moreover, I did not sell Shelag to you. It is a country I deeply love, and I will not sell it to any power in any way. Your Highness, Prince of Wales, I will handle Shelag's affairs in my own way, without relying on external forces."

SilverAsh pushed the contract on the table toward Wayne, confidently meeting Wayne's scrutinizing gaze:

"I simply pointed out your identity and then, based on that, offered what I considered a suitable price for this employment contract. Beyond that, it would be best if we could be friends. At least I don't want to be your enemy."

"Boss Yin~" Wayne sighed.

What if you encountered an imperialist? Would he listen to your nonsense?

"It's good that you ran into me."

"No, it is precisely because I have met you that I feel comfortable and dare to say these words. You are a noble person who has swept away the many ills of Victoria and truly thinks for the people. Your reputation is well-deserved. I firmly believe that you and I are the same kind of people, and that you can understand me."

SilverAsh extended his hand to Wayne.

Wayne paused for a moment, then shrugged: "Then I'll take it as a compliment."

He reached out and grasped the other's hand in return.

Chapter 68 has been fixed, along with the leave request form.

Today I suddenly saw a message from the editor in the backend saying that the title of my chapter 68 contained non-compliant information and that it had been taken down.

I thought my chapter 68 had been destroyed, but when I checked, oh, only the title was destroyed.

I asked the editor, and they said the content was fine, but the title was too vulgar. The original title was "Make Her Take Half Off"

What I wrote meant that the cicada shed its shell halfway and was blown up by Ahmoni, because the content conveyed that meaning and contained no sexual content whatsoever, so the content wasn't blocked. However, the title was problematic, so only the title was blocked.

I settled in Bengbu.

The title has been changed to "Strike while the enemy is crossing the river." However, it hasn't been approved yet. But it doesn't affect viewing the content.

Also, I need to take a day off. I have my final calculus exam tomorrow morning, and I really can't stay up late tonight, in case I fail and have to submit my application.

After the exam tomorrow, I'll see how I feel and decide whether to update again or add an extra chapter. If I do poorly, I'll update twice; if I pass, I'll make up for today's update.

We finish our exams on January 12th next year, so updates before then will be at a rather unpredictable time. If you don't want to stay up all night, please check back the next day. Sorry.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Sister Ta's Silly Smile

Victoria, New Wales.

In January, New Wales has truly become a snow country. Thanks to the well-designed urban layout and deindustrialized environment of this emerging city, the heavy snowfall in New Wales does not get stained with dirty oil. The pure snowflakes fall all over the ground, making this youngest city on earth at this moment appear exceptionally elegant and beautiful.

Before leaving Victoria, Wayne chose to visit New Wales. He had no particular purpose; he simply wanted to see his city before departing. The Victorian-style houses lining the streets were neat and uniform, and the wide asphalt roads were lined with decorative streetlights with a classic flair. Most of the street trees were ginkgo, and in winter, their golden leaves blanketed the streets. While cleaning up these fallen leaves would be a hassle from a city sanitation perspective, it was undeniable that sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows of a street-side café, sipping a slightly sweet coffee, reading a book, and listening to the soft rustling of the golden leaves falling onto the smooth cobblestones of the sidewalk, was an indescribably pleasant and comfortable experience.

Wayne was enjoying this kind of life. He didn't summon Himer and Seria from Rhine Lab to hear their latest research reports, nor did he summon Chairman Theresis, who was leading the army back and was currently stationed outside the city, to listen to his rambling about the details of the Deep Pool campaign. Today, he only summoned the sisters Chen and Talulah, because he had promised Wei Yanwu and Bozhuokasti to take good care of these two girls with tragic fates.

Talulah and Chen sat together. Neither of them were particularly good at expressing their feelings, so they simply held hands silently and awkwardly asked each other if their coffee needed sugar. The other shook their head and refused, saying, "I don't drink coffee." To break the awkward silence that had left Victoria feeling uncomfortable, Talulah decided to try and start a conversation with Wayne, who was enjoying the quiet.

"What are you looking at, Prince Wayne?"

Wayne paused, closed the storybook he was halfway through reading, and showed the book's title to Talulah, who had asked the question:

"The Adventures of the Prince of Wales?"

Talulah frowned, asking curiously, "What are you talking about? Your adventure stories?"

"Pretty much. It describes me as a free-spirited hero who takes saving the world as his mission, but as a reward for saving a country, he takes away the princess of that country. It's a popular type of protagonist nowadays: a domineering, imperfect, morally ambiguous character. So far, from what I've read, I've already taken away the princess of Columbia, the princess of Ursus, the twin princesses of Letania, and 66 daughters of the chieftain of Sargon. I heard that later I'll also be eyeing the princess of Bolívar, the princess of Siesta, the saintess of Minos, and the final boss, who comes to Great Yan. The last princess is also from Yan. Hmm... it's strange that Princess Victoria wasn't written into the book. Is the author planning to leave a side story?"

Talulah felt she shouldn't have asked that question.

Listening to Wayne rattle off a list of so-called princesses from various countries like a menu, Talulah felt her blood pressure rising steadily and powerfully, successfully achieving a strategic transformation from having nothing to complain about to being able to complain without difficulty. She took a crucial step from being a normal Draco girl to a popular comedian.

Talulah held back, but Chen, who was always outspoken, couldn't hold back at all. With a stern, unyielding face, she earnestly analyzed and criticized a whole host of outrageous errors in the book:

"Putting aside this bizarre topic that's almost defamatory to Bruce, what the heck is this 'Princess of Colombia'? Isn't Colombia a federal state? Isn't their leader the Chief Justice of Congress? Even if Colombia were split into three now, no country would call itself the Kingdom of Colombia, right? They don't even have a king. What is this princess? And what does 'daughter of the Sargon chieftain multiplied by sixty-six' mean? Sargon has a total of sixty-six chieftains, so you just took them all? Did you conscript this princess? And Letania, both of Letania's current queens are women. Where did they get their daughters to be princesses? Siesta is just an independent city-state, and the highest official is just a mayor. How did she suddenly become a king and be compared to countries like Ursus and Letania?"

"Most importantly, Bruce, why do you enjoy reading this kind of book so much?"

Chen finished speaking in one breath, then took two deep breaths. Wayne scratched his head awkwardly and explained:

"Uh...it's quite a novel experience to occasionally see how people perceive me. Because I don't often appear in public, everyone thinks I'm rather mysterious. Even Vina has her own private fan club, so what's wrong with me checking out my own novel? Besides, I also think that a lot of things in this book are simply made up, completely illogical, and contain fundamental errors!"

Talulah found an opportunity to interject, nodding seriously and saying:

"Yes, yes, Your Highness Wayne also thinks the Prince of Wales in this book is too dissolute, right? He has so many girlfriends, and he calls any pretty woman, especially a princess, 'wife.' It's just not in line with your character at all."

Wayne blinked and sat in silence.

Talulah's lips twitched slightly, anticipating an answer. The upward curve gradually became exaggerated. After a long while, she asked incredulously:

"You don't really intend to do that, do you?"

“I was just kidding!” Wayne laughed.

Talulah breathed a sigh of relief and waved her hand, "Don't tease me, Your Highness Wayne. I'm not very good at understanding Victorian humor yet. What if you take it seriously?"

Wayne nodded repeatedly: "So you also support my complaint against this book?"

Talulah clenched her fist in an encouraging gesture: "Support, of course I support you!"

Wayne breathed a sigh of relief, and exclaimed, "That's great! I'll file a complaint against him for framing me tomorrow. I don't care about social status at all!"

"Hmm, yes, yes...yes, my foot! Your Highness Wayne, this is still a bit too..." Talulah was about to slam her hand on the table when Chen grabbed her shoulder. Chen gave her a calming look, then slowly pulled out his police ID from his pocket:

"Don't move, Lungmen police! You, come with me!"

Wayne laughed heartily: "Lord Chen, what a display of official power you have! Using the Dragon Gate warrant to execute Prince Victoria?"

Chen chuckled, put away his police ID, picked up his coffee with a smile, clinked glasses with Wayne like wine glasses, and took a sip.

Talulah sat there dumbfounded, still not having recovered from what had just happened.

Are you kidding me?

Chen glanced at Talulah and replied matter-of-factly, "Otherwise what? By the way, sister, you weren't really serious just now, were you? I thought you were just acting?"

"Haha...hahaha, of course I was acting." Talulah gave an awkward smile.

Honestly, why am I thinking so much? Do you think I don't know what kind of person Prince Wayne is? Suspecting this and that, it's like I've been dealing with Kosiché too much and my brain has gone haywire.

Less unnecessary thinking, Talulah, enjoy the simple life and unpretentious happiness.

"Just send them all, bro~ That's all!"

Talulah revealed her long-lost, goofy smile.

PS: Sister Ta asked me why I wasn't studying, and I said, "Oh, right, right." Sister Ta asked me why I wasn't sleeping, and I said, "Oh, right, right." Sister Ta asked me why I asked for leave even though I had already submitted a leave request, and I said, "Oh, right, right."

I'll just get it right, that's all. I just can't sleep, I feel uncomfortable if I don't update, I'm craving your cat coins, and I want to have perfect attendance. I'll just get it right, and then I'll start preparing for the exam!

Sixty points is enough; one more is a waste, one less is a tear. Under the bridge, a small blanket covers the ground, and tears flow from inside the blanket.

P.S.: Just kidding, I really can't sleep, probably because my sleep schedule is already set in stone. Instead of lying in bed daydreaming, I might as well get up and write a chapter.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: I will make you willingly become a part of us.

Since Wayne had some free time, Talulah wasn't idle either, and asked about something that had been on her mind for a long time:

"Your Highness Wayne, am I not the last Drak?"

Wayne put down his coffee cup, looked at Talulah's serious expression, and nodded:

“You are not. Besides you, there are two other people with the bloodline of Drak, and both of them are purebloods.”

"Are they the leaders of Deeppool, the two who appeared on the stage in Londinium that day?"

"Talulah asked. After Vina and her own ceremony that day, they left the stage and returned backstage. But that didn't mean Talulah stopped paying attention to what was happening on stage. On the contrary, out of curiosity about Wayne's entry into the hall, she stayed in the backstage monitoring room and witnessed the entire process of Wayne's trial, as well as the two unfamiliar girls who rushed onto the stage after the trial ended."

Celts and Reeds. Talulah was certain she had never seen the two of them before, nor had she ever heard of them. She only learned about the Deeppool organization after arriving in Victoria. But when she saw the two rushing onto the stage, Talulah felt a strange sense of familiarity. It was the call of blood. Just like the sense of familiarity Vina felt when she first saw Wayne in the slums of Londinium, she only needed one glance to know that the two figures on the screen were her blood relatives.