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

Because, from this short page, Wayne had already deduced the identity of the person who wrote the notebook.

The only miracle in Victoria's history of successfully rebelling against the rule of Londinium as a local warlord, the former ruler of the North, the person he knew best and was most unfamiliar with.

His father—the King of the North.

Chapter Sixty-Three: Why are you just watching!

The interrogation of the unicorn proceeded methodically, with more and more shocking information pouring out of the mouth of the current ruler of the North. Even Wayne, listening nearby, couldn't help but frown.

Damn it, how did the North become like this?

The intricate web of aristocratic nepotism alone is insufficient to describe the extent of the transgressions. With the Duke of Normandy's tacit approval and indulgence, the North had violated virtually every prohibition except for border defense. From turning a blind eye to soldiers killing innocent civilians and claiming credit during bandit suppression campaigns, to accepting bribes from merchants and facilitating trade, the Duke of Normandy, as he spoke, even wept with shame. But standing beside him, Wayne felt no sympathy whatsoever.

He finally understood what he felt when he saw police interrogating criminals behind barbed wire on television in his previous life, weeping and saying "I regret it, I really regret it."

indifferent.

Because such a person does not deserve sympathy. He will be severely punished for his mistakes. He will not know the pain until the whip hits him. Wayne can even imagine that if it were Ernest standing here instead of him, the Duke of Normandy would still deny everything, and these old grievances would never be redressed.

When he heard about selling infected people to mines and then turning them into "infected people," Wayne finally couldn't take it anymore. He silently beckoned to Ernest and coldly said:

"Hang him."

Perhaps in the eyes of most Terrans, the Infected are not even human. But Wayne never thought so. The Infected are not all good, nor are they all bad, but without a doubt, they are all living, breathing human beings. And the buying and selling of people has always been Wayne's greatest taboo, even greater than the Duke of Normandy wanting to overthrow him.

After all, the order or chaos of the world does not depend on the rise and fall of a single family, but on the happiness and sorrow of all people. And buying and selling a person destroys more than just one family. For this reason alone, hanging him is entirely justified.

Seeing Wayne's unusually cold and expressionless face, Ernest was slightly startled, but nodded knowingly.

"As ordered."

In fact, according to his own ideas, this person could be used as an example and sent back to Lentinium to make an example of him, but since Prince Wayne demanded that he be hanged, this idea had to be abandoned.

He glanced without a trace of sympathy at the Duke of Normandy, who sat at the table, answering the unicorn's probing questions without reservation, and let out a long sigh.

"idiot."

He commented: "To be so betrayed by his own son, for a duke and a nobleman, is utter foolishness. And to think he could get away with lying and currying favor with Prince Wayne is unbelievably stupid."

Don't you see, even those Laterans who pride themselves on their superior intelligence are still being completely fooled by Prince Wayne. On one hand, they provide huge sums of money for the scientific research of the Victorian Imperial Research Institute and the missionary work of the religious office, while on the other hand, they raise their arms and shout, "Prince Wayne is a loyal ally of Lateran!" "Can't we skimp on that!"

When it comes to deception, no one in all of Terra can rival Prince Wayne!

Having finished explaining his business, Wayne was about to leave. However, just then, a commotion arose outside the interrogation room door before him. Immediately afterward, Shadow Guard, who was responsible for guarding the door to prevent eavesdropping or peeping, stepped aside to make way for him.

Earl Vincent pushed open the door and entered. A quick glance revealed Wayne, who had already left the crowd and was about to depart. He hurried over and asked with a puzzled expression:

"Your Highness Wayne, I wish you good health."

A vein throbbed on Wayne's forehead. He stopped, forced a smile, and nodded.

“Oh, it’s my dear Count Vincent. Greetings, best wishes. You’ve come at the perfect time. I have some good news to share with you. In light of your actions in this incident, I have decided to formally invite you, on behalf of the Royal Family, to visit Londinium once the dust has settled.”

Earl Vincent was taken aback, blinked, and seemed to freeze in his mind due to the immense surprise. It wasn't until Wayne coughed twice to remind him that he snapped back to reality, placed his hands between his chest and abdomen with delight, and bowed respectfully:

"Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness Wayne!"

Wayne grinned, and if Vina were here, she would definitely be able to discern the meaning behind that smile—the last time Wayne tricked the Lateran, he smiled the same way, and the time before that, he smiled the same way when he tricked the nobles!

Vina has a specific name for this smile: Vina's smile for the suffering.

Commonly known as a wicked smile.

“You’re welcome,” Wayne nodded generously. “What can I do for you?”

Count Vincent paused again, then blinked.

What did I want to see Prince Wayne about? I feel like I've lost my memory.

Oh, it seems to be about asking if that blue-haired dragon is His Highness Wayne's friend, right?

Vincent, Vincent, are you stupid?! Regardless of whether that dragon is actually His Highness Wayne's friend or not, since His Highness Wayne has taken her hand, why don't you just happily serve him? Why bother disturbing His Highness Wayne's busy work by trying to take advantage of him for such a small reason?

Amnesia, hurry up and forget it, go back and arrange a private room for that dragon girl.

As a nobleman, he still possessed this ability to assess situations.

To extricate himself, Count Vincent gave himself a polite slap and said:

"Ah, it's all my fault. I forgot. I would like to ask everyone how much longer it will be, and whether you would like to come up and have a simple meal together? I have prepared a banquet in the banquet hall. I would appreciate it if Your Highness would do me the honor of joining us."

Wayne glanced at him suspiciously. "Just for something like this, you made a special trip down here?"

Just as Heidi had said, this person was indeed quite strange.

Wayne pondered for a moment and realized that he had indeed not eaten for a long time. However, because he carried the Lock of Time with him, his body was almost in a state of stillness, and Wayne was becoming less sensitive to hunger.

Eat a little bit, please.

With that thought in mind, Wayne shook his head: "Send someone to deliver it to my room later. I have something to do, so I won't go down with you."

He planned to go back to his room and study the notebook carefully, especially the part about the amnesiac Vayvan girl he had no recollection of but was certain to have existed—a playmate whom the King of the North had taken in. This might be very helpful in filling in the gaps in his memories of his childhood and the North that he had lost after his transmigration.

Count Vincent nodded slightly with a hint of regret, bowed again, and said, "Yes, sir." He then turned and quickly jogged away from the interrogation room. As he passed the shadow guard, Zi Jin glanced at him briefly. He didn't say anything, but simply watched Count Vincent leave unnoticed at the nearby stairwell. Relieved, he then quietly moved aside, revealing the scene inside the still-open interrogation room. His gaze was discreetly fixed on Chen, whose small, pointed figure was faintly visible below the stairwell.

Noticing Earl Vincent's departure, Chen waited a moment until the footsteps had completely faded away before cautiously peeking out from under the stairs, her bright eyes fixed on the direction Earl Vincent had entered. At the end of the corridor was a dark, damp little room, its door just now open. Chen's gaze caught sight of a familiar figure.

She watched as Bruce, his face dark and bruised (from the raid in the forest), his clothes covered in dust and looking filthy (you'd look filthy standing next to a collapsed mudstone giant), and even some burn marks (from being burned by Levadin on the lava giant), emerged from the room, escorted by a hooded, robed man with a single horn on his head.

Before leaving, he turned around and said something to the man in military uniform beside him, who nodded.

The distance was too great, so he could only hear a few words.

"...It's up to you...hanging...searching..."

As Chen Mo read the few words she could barely make out, she deeply regretted not taking lip reading as an elective at the academy.

But even just those few words were enough to send chills down his spine.

The scene, dark and identical to a dungeon in a comic book, Bruce's somber expression, and the chilling line "It's up to you," immediately triggered the worst possible guess in Chen's mind:

Bruce, is he... settling his affairs?

She gritted her teeth, as if she had made up her mind, and stood up slightly to take a running start. Just as she was about to rush out from her hiding place, her shoulder was pressed down by a huge force, and she could not move.

She shuddered, turned around, and looked behind her. Standing there was a strange man dressed in a black raincoat and wearing a bamboo hat.

Ying Weizi put his finger to his lips, shook his head, and signaled Chen to be quiet and not to act impulsively.

The moment Chen descended into the basement corridor, he had already spotted the young princess who thought she was hiding well. However, given his position and the guilt he felt for failing to protect Miss Talulah in Lungmen, he was too embarrassed to reveal himself to Chen. Realizing Chen intended to spy on the interrogation room, he simply stepped aside slightly, giving Chen a small space.

But to his utter surprise, Chen actually wanted to rush out!

That won't do. This is Victoria's territory after all. No matter how much you want to meet the Prince Consort, you can't just barge into a place involving military secrets. You two aren't officially married yet. Besides, the Great Yan has a tradition that women are not allowed to interfere in politics.

Left with no other choice, Zijin was forced to reveal himself and stop Chen.

He ignored Chen's furious glare, covered her mouth, and restrained her movements. Only after Wayne and the unicorn left down the stairs did he release her, look at the girl before him, and respectfully kneel on one knee with his head bowed, saying:

"Shadow Guard - Zijin, ordered by my benefactor Wei Yanwu, has come to protect Miss Chen!"

Chen gritted his teeth, looking at the shadow guard in front of him with utter confusion, and said:

"I know you, Shadow Guard! Why are you just watching! Have you betrayed us too?"

Chapter Sixty-Four Chen: Sorry for sending the wrong message, I'll resend it.

Chen Huijie is furious!

It's happening again, again. Right in front of her, Bruce, like Talulah, is being taken away by bad guys, and she can only reach out to him, but is suppressed by Wei Yanwu (his men) and can't take another step forward!

So why is she working so hard now?

"Why are you just watching? Have you betrayed us too?"

She stared at the man in the black raincoat before her, gritting her teeth as she questioned him.

"It was the same back in Talulah's time, and it's the same now with Bruce. You only dare to bully those weaker than you, but you won't do anything for those stronger than you! Fine, if you won't do it, I will. Let me go, I'm going to find Bruce!"

You're going to do it? What are you going to do?!

After being lectured by Chen Xi in a muddled way, Ying Weizi looked completely bewildered. He hesitated, tilted his head, and asked:

"Um, Your Highness, please don't rush, please speak slowly. What do you intend to do to Prince Wayne?"

Chen looked up, struggling to break free from the shadow guard's grip. After failing again, he finally looked up and answered:

"What am I going to do? What do you think I'm going to do? I'll do the things you wouldn't dare to do. I won't turn a blind eye to the death of my friend like you and Wei Yanwu did!"

"what?"

Yingwei Zijin finally realized what was happening. His intuition told him that the straightforward Princess Chen he was protecting seemed to have misunderstood something, and this misunderstanding seemed quite serious. He tentatively asked:

"You're right, Your Highness, please don't worry..."

Chen raised an eyebrow and retorted:

"Don't call me by that title. I have nothing to do with that weak man who killed my mother!"

Ying Weizi, with a bitter expression, forced a helpless smile and stiffly changed his words:

“You’re right, Miss, don’t worry. Lord Wei has given us the authority to use force without prior authorization. If any of your friends are in danger, please tell me. Even if it costs me my life, I will get you and your friends out of Victoria’s territory safely!”

This...is that so straightforward?

Now it was Chen's turn to be surprised. She stared at the shadow guard for a long time, scrutinizing him, until she was sure he wasn't lying. Then, frowning, she softened her tone and said:

"I didn't expect there to be brave people among you."

Chen pointed to the stairs leading upstairs and said:

"That's the guy from earlier, the blond guy named Felin. He's my classmate, Bruce. He might be in danger, and I have to go save him. Do you want to come with me?"

Ying Weizi listened to Chen's conjecture with a subtle expression, thinking to himself, "Prince Wayne is indeed quite dangerous, quite dangerous for both of us. As for whether he himself is in danger...."

Yingweizi thought that was probably impossible. Unless someone could infiltrate the current Earl Vincent's mansion under the heavy protection of steam armor, then hide in the shadows to monitor everything and protect Wayne's Unicorn Squad, and finally reach Wayne's room to assassinate the boy who had shown amazing talent before he could react.

Is this possible? Is this reasonable?

Ying Weizi knew he couldn't possibly do all that. If he were to actually meet someone like that, he could only sigh from the bottom of his heart, "Is it terrifying?" Yes, it is terrifying.

Ying Weizi took a deep breath, trying to make his expression look as kind as possible, and said to Chen Huijie, who was looking at him expectantly:

"Oh, Miss, please don't worry, Miss, I think there might be some misunderstanding between you... that Bruce student, he..."