Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

After all, the main cannons of the city defense, which had never been used in the fight between the two dukes in the city, were fired, and the entire city wall turned into a sea of ​​blood.

Even if Manfred said nothing, the fact that a battle took place on the city walls and that Londinium was invaded was a fact that the Military Committee could not cover up.

Moreover, judging from Manfred's miserable appearance, the invaders must be very powerful.

"Hedley, I hope that next time you will not ask me what happened, but what you need to do."

Manfred covered the wound on his right hand. Blood was still oozing out. This should not have happened. His blood was connected with the Blood Demon Lord. As long as the Blood Demon Lord paid a little attention, he would not be facing the current situation where he could not even stop the bleeding.

The fact that this situation had occurred could only mean that the Blood Demon Lord on the city wall must be extremely emotionally unstable at the moment.

Even the Lord of the Royal Court couldn't take advantage?

A flash of horror and disbelief flashed through Manfred's mind. He gritted his teeth and quickly gave the order:

"Hedley, go and gather the royal army in the city right now, and assemble them in the direction of the parliament, the palace, the train station and the Shard in the city center. Don't let anyone break into any of these buildings. I need to see the general right now!"

"No, I'm here."

Tracy pushed open the door, his expression still as steady as a rock. Theresa followed behind him, her white figure hard to ignore.

"How is the battle going on on the city wall?"

"The city defense artillery was blocked. The people of Rhodes Island brought the crown prince of the Banshee Court, a Sarkaz who is good at manipulating space, and your...apprentice, Ascalon. I am no match for them. The Blood Demon Lord has already taken action, but the situation is still not ideal."

Even though he knew that the battle situation was truly unbearable to watch, Manfred still spoke the truth loyally.

There was a flash of surprise in Tracy's eyes, but he hid it well and was not noticed by Manfred and Hedley.

He nodded calmly:

"Your arrangement is correct. As long as we control those locations, we will always have the upper hand. I want you to notify the Scavenger King and ask him to go and assist the Blood Demon Lord."

"Wait, Tracy, let me see his injuries."

Thearesia, who had remained silent, spoke up.

"The wounds left by the Lord of the Royal Court could be life-threatening if not treated promptly."

Theresa reached out her hand and gently held Manfred's arm. A pure white light rose from his wound, gradually covering the bleeding wound.

In just a few seconds, the blood that had been flowing continuously due to the spell of the Lord of the Royal Court miraculously stopped. Theresa showed a relieved smile on her face and nodded to Manfred.

Manfred bowed with deep respect and said:

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."

After saying that, he nodded to Tracy, turned around and walked towards the camp of the Scavenger King.

Theresis watched him leave, then turned around and looked at Theresa with a slightly cold expression:

"Healing spells? When did you learn that?"

"I don't know. It seems that a doctor taught me, but I can't remember it." Theresa answered everything without seeming to hide anything.

Theresis was silent for a moment, nodded, turned around and left, followed by Theresia.

Only Hedley, who was standing still, pursed his lips unwillingly.

He really wanted to tell Theresa who the doctor she couldn't remember was, but in the end he didn't say a word.

Volume 1: Chapter 308: Glory is like the sun and moon covered in dust

Londinium, Victoria.

The sky seemed to be covered with a layer of gray haze. Ever since the Sarkaz took control of the Londinium City Council, a tense atmosphere had been spreading in Londinium. The sudden changes outside the city and the explosions on the city walls not long ago pushed the tension to a peak.

The Duke of Cumberland's mansion, known as the "eternally noble", has not been as crowded as it is today for more than twenty years, since the last lion king was hanged on the gallows.

But Allarda Cumberland knew very well that this prosperity and crowd were all false. Those people who were now almost trampling down her old threshold were just a group of frightened birds who could no longer bear any changes and were eager to get a little sense of security from her.

Aledae looked out the window with a dazed look in her eyes. In the desolate Duke's Mansion, only the loyal old housekeeper Elsie was in charge. Those gardens that were once full of flowers were now withered like the glory of the Cumberland family.

"After all, how am I better than them?"

With a self-deprecating laugh in her heart, Aledae had to retract her thoughts and focus them again on the noble who was asking for help in front of her.

Andre York, a senior member of the Londinium City Council, had not set foot in the Duke of Cumberland's Palace for more than 15 years. He was dressed in a suit to maintain his already unbearable dignity. His mouth was chattering, and one sentence after another of pure accent and noble Victorian words came out of his mouth, and the content had nothing to do with honor, surname, and future.

"Aledai, you have to help us. Those damn Sarkaz must recognize their status. We have the right to know what is happening outside the city!"

"Tell me the truth. Has the Grand Duke's fleet reached the city? Was that the sound just now the gunfire of a high-speed battleship?"

"I knew that those demons would have this day sooner or later! Haha! Once those demons are driven out of Londinium, we must convince the dukes to kill them all!"

Even the saliva in his mouth was almost dry, but Andre still didn't get any response from Aledai. The old congressman finally couldn't stand this cold shoulder and asked:

"Is it so, Allarda? Speak up!"

"I don't know," replied Aledea, smiling.

Andre's expression froze. He had never expected that Aledae would give such an answer. He seemed to be enraged for a moment, and roared and slammed his fist on the marble round table:

"You don't know? You're not... Damn it, have you been bribed by those demons?"

Aledea did not answer.

This kind of angry accusation has never stopped since the day she started to negotiate with the Sarkaz. Maybe those low-level nobles don't know, but Andre York can't be unaware that she is one of the people in the city who is least likely to be bribed by the Sarkaz.

It was not because of her loyalty, or the eternally noble quality in her title, but because the figure standing behind her now was not the departed Lion King, but the Duke of Caister.

Whether it was helping to establish the Londinium Self-Defense Army, making peace with the Sarkaz as a representative of the nobles in the city, or secretly transporting supplies to the city, while searching for the lost national sword [Breath of the Kings], none of this was something that the now declining Cumberland family could do. The reason she was able to accomplish all of this was all because of the Duke of Caister's instructions and support behind the scenes.

Of course, this was not the Grand Duke's repentance, but a hidden move by Caster, a kind of control. Aledae Cumberland had never been in control of herself. If she wanted to break free from control, perhaps tonight, the Gray Hat would send her and Elsie to see her father.

Just as Aledea expected, in just a few minutes, Andre's feigned anger softened. On his old face, his carefully groomed beard kept trembling, and his light blue eyes were full of sadness and pleading. He reached out his hand, tightly grasped Aledea's wrist, and said tremblingly:

"No news from the Duke?"

Aledea could see the desire in his eyes, but she could only tell him the harsh reality:

"not yet."

Andre's hand suddenly tightened, loosened weakly, and slid down again.

"My daughter died because she was five minutes late for curfew yesterday and was dragged away by those Sarkaz outside her house."

"I waited anxiously at home all night, preparing all the money I could to rescue her..."

Aledae frowned. She was just about to speak and try to plead with Sarkaz to the best of her ability, when she saw Andre suddenly stand up, stand in front of the window, and look at the sun outside the window that was blocked by dark clouds.

"This morning, I saw her on the way to the City Council. She was stripped naked, gagged, her arms and legs cut, and hung on the City Council tower. After a night, a pool of blood had accumulated under the tower. She bled to death! She was only fourteen years old!"

"My son was furious when he heard the news. He went to the Sarkaz to argue with them and was killed on Minister Street. All I could do was to quietly collect their bodies. I didn't even dare to say a single angry word because I was afraid that if I died, my granddaughter, who was still in her infancy, would also suffer an accident."

"York was once a glorious surname. My family has been in the political arena of Londinium for ten generations, from the Conqueror to the last Majesty. Our glory is closely linked with Victoria. Why... why do we have to suffer such humiliation now?"

Andre looked up, tears welling up in his red eyes.

"The thing I regret most now is that I watched the dukes hang our emperor! Look at what they have done! The Duke of Stafford wanted to occupy Londinium, the Duke of Cavendish brought in the damn Sarkaz, the Duke of Caister was a bastard who killed his brother to get to the top, and the Duke of Wellington was an out-and-out traitor!"

"Now they sit back and watch what happens in Londinium, watching their fellow men suffer misfortune! What's the difference between them and the demons?"

"Andre, be careful with your words!" Aledea warned in panic.

It has long been a well-known secret that there are spies of the Duke of Caster in the Duke of Cumberland's Palace. Andre will be "punished" no matter what the result is for saying such things in front of these people!

But Andre seemed to have broken through his psychological defenses. He sneered and said nonchalantly:

"Aleda, you are at the mercy of others. Think carefully. I hope you won't make the same decision as me that you will regret for the rest of your life!"

After saying this, he turned around and was about to leave, but through the window, he happened to see the red-haired Sarkaz walking into the Duke's Mansion.

The veins on his forehead were trembling. The elderly congressman somehow got the courage he had lacked all his life. He grabbed the fruit knife on the table and rushed out the door angrily.

Aledae's eyes suddenly widened, as if she realized what he was going to do, and she stood up and chased after him, but just as she reached the entrance, she saw the figure of the senator slowly sliding down the wall.

Hedley looked a little surprised, looking at Aledei who rushed out, and asked:

"Why did he attack me?"

Aledae opened her mouth, and countless abusive words lingered in her mouth, almost blurting out, but when her eyes fell on Andre York on the ground, on his still rising and falling chest, she forced herself to swallow all the words back into her mouth, took a deep breath, and replied:

"His daughter and son both died at the hands of the Sarkaz."

Hedley's eyelids drooped for a moment, but soon returned to normal, skipping the topic and speaking:

"Something happened outside the city of Londinium, and I need your help now. Gather all the nobles at the city council and accept the protection of the Sarkaz."

Upon hearing this, Aleda immediately retorted: "Protection? Do you know that this will only cause panic?"

But Hedley showed no sign of wavering, and just said: "This is an order, not a request. Do it, I don't want to kill anyone."

Volume 1: Chapter 309: Storms Converge in the Core City

Underground of Londinium, supply point for the citizens’ self-help army.

A black-haired girl wearing a white dress and a striking horn was earnestly conveying information to a group of subordinates who looked like workers:

"I'm sure everyone has heard the commotion outside the city. What I want to say is that no matter what happens outside, we must keep things under control."

"We don't know what the Sarkaz are doing, but at least we can be sure that it is definitely not the sound of a certain Grand Duke's fleet engaging in a firefight with the Sarkaz. At this point, although it is hard to accept, the Dukes are most likely to keep their troops in place and watch the fire from the other side of the river."

At this point, the dark-skinned, shirtless worker in front of the girl wiped the sweat from his forehead and interrupted indignantly:

"Hold still, hold still. I don't understand what far-sighted plans these dukes have. I only know that they are a bunch of cowards. They watched their compatriots being tortured by the Sarkaz and did nothing but watch them die!"

The unicorn girl's expression froze in embarrassment, not knowing whether it was because her words were rudely interrupted or because some of the topics had hurt her nerves. She coughed lightly before resuming her conversation:

"No matter what, please remember that the purpose of the Londinium Citizens' Self-Rescue Army is to protect the lives of more citizens, rather than confronting the Sarkaz head-on. Now is a critical period, so please supervise your teams and try to stay hidden during this period, wait and see, and wait for an opportunity."

"Lie down?" Another tall man who looked like a foreman took off his helmet and asked while fanning himself. "But, Clovisia, we have finally built the current network. If we lie low, wouldn't that mean giving up all the results we have achieved so far?"

"Nothing is more important than the lives of our fellow soldiers in the Self-Rescue Army!" Klovicia emphasized again, indicating that her decision could not be changed.

The tall foreman could only purse his lips in complaint and sit down again muttering like a child.

At this time, Clovisia spoke again:

"However, shrinking our intelligence network and reducing our activities does not mean that the Self-Rescue Army will completely disappear in Londinium. We will still do some things within our capacity, such as providing food for people trapped at home, collecting information on the deployment and rotation patterns of the Sarkaz in the city, and investigating what happened outside the city."

"Especially in the factory area, we still need to do our best to win the support of the industrial workers in this area. The gap in equipment between the Self-Rescue Army and the Sarkaz is too big."

"Please leave this matter to me and Fester." The non-temporary girl, who was dressed somewhat uniquely among the workers, raised her hand and promised, "Fester also wants to go back to see his grandmother."

"Lolo!" The brown-haired girl next to the film girl named Lolo shouted out in embarrassment.

Clovisia couldn't help but smile, but quickly put it away and nodded very politely: "Okay, thank you."

After discussing some more issues, half an hour later, Clovisia clapped her hands and adjourned the meeting.

The captains of each team who received the order gradually disbanded and returned, while Clovisia walked with Lolo and Fester.

This was just an ordinary temporary meeting of the Londinium Self-Defense Army, but the young unicorn girl still did it meticulously and without any mistakes. This made Fester, who was attending the meeting, feel fascinated.

It is not a collision of hormones, but simply the admiration and yearning of subordinates for the leader.

"Klovisia is amazing. That's probably what Fester is thinking right now."

Just by glancing at his friend beside him, Lolo guessed what was in his mind.

Fester scratched his head in embarrassment, but did not deny it: "Isn't it? Clovisia looks about the same age as us, but she can already manage a self-rescue army of several hundred people in an orderly manner, and everyone respects her. Before I ran away from home, I was still being scolded by my grandma."

Clovisia covered her mouth in embarrassment. "Don't say that. Fester also has his own strengths. If it weren't for you, the Self-Rescue Army would probably have to use kitchen knives and wrenches as weapons for a long time."

After saying this, without waiting for Fester to respond, Clovisia changed the subject and continued,

"Besides, the Self-rescue Army is actually in some trouble now."

"What's the trouble? Can we help?" Luo Luo asked immediately. Fester also nodded with concern.

Klovicia hesitated for a while before reluctantly speaking:

"It's in the core city. The Duke of Cumberland, who was originally cooperating with the Self-Rescue Army, has been out of contact recently, and the relevant supplies have not been delivered on time. I'm worried that something happened to her..."

When it comes to nobles, both Lolo and Fester frowned subconsciously.

This is not surprising. In the eyes of the Self-Defense Army and even most of the citizens of Londinium, they do not have a good impression of the nobles living in the core city.

The old guard of the empire hated the nobles' indifference when they hanged the Lion King. The capitalists who now control the economic lifeline are fed up with the nobles' rules and red tape, and ordinary citizens of Londinium are sincerely disappointed with the performance of the nobles in this Sarkaz war.

When there were benefits, the nobles always shouted about their bloodline, and rushed for privileges. Now that they are in trouble, they have thrown all the honor, responsibility, and morality they always talked about behind their backs. To this day, no citizen has seen any noble stand up and say "no" to the Sarkaz.

However, despite their dissatisfaction, Lolo and Fester still knew the priorities. They could slowly settle their accounts with the nobles, but the knives of the Sarkaz and hunger without food would not show mercy to them. The current Duke of Cumberland, Lady Aleda, had always been a staunch supporter of the Self-Rescue Army. It was also because of her existence that the Self-Rescue Army was able to obtain intelligence in advance many times, avoid the main force of the Sarkaz, or obtain hard-earned funds and material support.

Her disappearance was indeed a huge blow to the Self-Rescue Army.

"I see. I'll go find her."