Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

Lolo replied,

"Fester will be in charge of negotiating with the factory district, and I will be responsible for sneaking into the core city through the underground pipeline to find the whereabouts of Ms. Aledai."

Klovicia frowned: "No, it's too dangerous for you to go alone."

But Luo Luo just shook his head: "It doesn't matter, I actually have some connections with the core city."

What she said was true. His father, Old Rockwell, was once a railroad worker in the Londinium Light Industrial District. The railway is the blood vessel of the empire, connecting every factory and every area in the city, symbolizing the life of the country. This naturally includes the aristocratic district in the core city.

Therefore, his father was a person who knew many secrets, and it was for this reason that he was beaten to death by the Sarkaz mercenaries because he was unwilling to sell out the information of the city defense army. This is an indelible scar in Luo Luo's heart, but it is also her greatest weapon.

She also knew a hidden route to the Core City.

"Leave it to me." She said seriously, her eyes full of stubbornness.

Fester wanted to persuade her, but Clovisia had already nodded.

"I will arrange for a few soldiers to go with you. Remember, safety comes first!"

PS: It is worth mentioning that Luo Luo's real name is actually Rochelle Rockwell. But considering that she has always been called Luo Luo in the plot, she is used here.

PS: Now there are three parties that have joined the core city, the Scavenger King of the Sarkaz Royal Court, Aleda Cumberland, the nobles in Londinium City, and the Self-rescue Army.

This scale will continue to expand

Volume 1: There was a car accident and we are arguing

The incident started when I went out for dinner last night. As a result, when I was turning, I encountered a car that changed lanes against the trend and tried to overtake me and rear-ended me.

Originally, the responsibility for the accident should be easy to divide, but the driver insisted on arguing, refusing to admit that he rear-ended the car and overtook on the right. There was nothing I could do but accompany him to the traffic police station. I spent the whole night last night, and when I went to ask this morning, they said that the responsibility letter had not been issued yet.

The efficiency is really low.

I have nothing to do, but the update may be unstable in the next two days. I will update again after I finish it.

Volume 2: Chapter : Storms Gather at Londinium ()

Dukedom of Caister, high-speed battleship.

The woman, wearing a white modified evening gown, with brilliant jewelry and bright makeup to set off her elegant and noble temperament, was savoring the long-lost private dinner while asking a question to the person beside her:

"Is there any movement in Londinium City recently?"

The man standing by, who looked like a waiter, bowed respectfully and whispered in the ear of Duke Caister:

"Nothing's going on, Duke. The Sarkaz haven't made any noise, and there's no new news from Aledae."

Kaister nodded, stopped cutting the meat with the knife in his hand, and asked, "Oh? Really? Then why do even the guys in Windermere know that Londinium is going to be in chaos now?"

"That's what happened outside the city." The waiter replied with a smile, "Inside the city and outside the city are two different intelligence points. They need to be handled separately. You emphasized that you should pay attention to the details."

Kaister's expression was slightly stunned, as if she had forgotten that she had said such a thing before, and she subconsciously looked away in embarrassment, but then she turned her head as if nothing had happened, glanced at the waiter, and praised:

"well done."

"Thank you for the compliment." The waiter bowed again.

"What happened outside the city?" Kaister asked.

"That's a lot!" The waiter made an exaggerated expression and gestured.

"The gray hat outside the city sent a message that the Sarkaz suddenly closed all the entrances to the city for unknown reasons, restricting the flow of people. At the same time, someone witnessed a battle on the city wall. The scale of the battle was so large that it almost changed the shape of the entire city wall. The city defense army should have used the main guns, but still failed to defeat the enemy. The strength of the invaders must be very impressive."

"At the same time, after the fierce battle, a major event occurred outside the city of Londinium. A building appeared out of thin air 13 kilometers outside the city."

The Duke of Caister immediately grasped the key to the matter: "Building? What kind of building? Why is it so close to Londinium?"

"Not sure. Gray Hat cannot determine the ownership of the building by its architectural style. Some soldiers tried to approach the building, but they were blocked by UFOs and failed. But according to our analysis, no country can build such a huge building so close to Londinium, no matter what its purpose is. So..."

"So you suspect that the building is older than Londinium?" Duke Caister nodded thoughtfully.

Gray Hat's analysis made sense. Londinium was the industrial heart of Victoria and the most noteworthy city in Terra after the destruction of Lingones. It was known as the city that would never fall. No matter which country it was, if they wanted to build anything next to Londinium, it would definitely attract Victoria's attention.

But the fact is, it was not until today that people suddenly realized that only ten kilometers outside Londinium, there is such a huge tower that can almost directly overlook the layout of Londinium city. Its mere existence can be used as the best springboard to attack the city, not to mention that no one knows its own function.

When something is not used to its full potential, it only means that the owner does not correctly recognize the existence and value of the thing. This has always been the motto of the Duke of Castor. She rebuilt the dilapidated Duke of Cumberland's Mansion, took in Allarda Cumberland as her chess piece, and supported the citizens in Londinium to form a self-help army. These are all practices derived from this creed, all for the purpose of achieving her ultimate goal - to take away the breath of the sword kings.

The same is true for the buildings outside the city. Since they have not been used by anyone, they can only have never been discovered. In Terra, in Londinium, there is only one possibility for this situation to happen - its history is even longer than the existence of Londinium.

"Perhaps it is a legacy from the Red Dragon Era? Or it could be the work of the Sarkaz. They love leaving all kinds of relics all over the earth."

Duke Caister guessed in his heart, and at the same time, he inevitably led his guess to a deeper level.

"It is also possible... that it is a product of human civilization."

After the International Conference, the leaders of the Terran countries have basically known the existence of human civilization. Of course, Trevor Friston only let them know, not understand, so the information he provided was naturally extremely limited. But this did not prevent the Terran leaders from investigating and discovering on their own.

Before the contemporary civilization, there was a more powerful civilization that dominated this land, which has become a tacit secret among the leaders of various countries. And things like demons, sea heirs, or some incomprehensible giant structures and strange text knowledge are all tacitly classified as "creations of human civilization".

To some extent, their guess was not wrong.

Lateran was blessed by the former civilization, and now the holy city has become the most mysterious place in Terra. Naturally, there is no country that does not want to obtain the technology of the former civilization. It would be best if there is only technology, but no ruthless life like a "god".

"Let more gray hats focus on investigating that building. And turn the battleship around."

The Duke of Caster gave a swift and decisive order:

"It's impossible that the Sarkaz are not interested in that building. We have to get there before they do!"

Sarkaz? He should have been ahead of the other dukes, right? Especially the Iron Duke.

The man in the gray hat thought to himself, bowed respectfully, turned around and quickly left the restaurant.

...........

"Leader, let me go!"

The petite girl with short hair asked excitedly,

"Let me go to Londinium, and I will see to it that I shall give you the city before you come!"

The silver-haired Draco glanced at the crowd around him, feeling quite impatient.

She and her supporter, the Iron Duke of Wellington, had received news of the incident at Londinium, but compared to the Duke of Castor's excitement at the opportunity, Abrana felt more anxious.

The change meant that there would be uncertainty in the plan, especially since the Duke of Wellington had already reminded her: "The origin of that building is very unusual. The competition among the dukes for Londinium may intensify rapidly in a short period of time until the winner is decided." This made her feel even more difficult.

Tara's mobilization is far from enough to fight against Victoria's regular army. Deep Pool is still just a small force, roaming around Tara in the name of the ghost army. All material preparations and timing are not yet met. How should she deal with the decisive battle that may come at any time?

But she could not give up the fight for Londinium, because once Londinium fell into the hands of a grand duke, it would mean that the fight between the dukes had come to an end, and Victoria would quickly welcome its next owner. At that time, suppressing Tara's rebellion would become one of the three priorities of the next emperor.

There is opportunity only when there is chaos. If there is no chaos, a small rebellion like Deep Pond Tara is not worth mentioning to the huge Victoria.

Even the Iron Duke said frankly that he would only be confident of winning if the power comparison was 1v1v1. If the power comparison changed and he needed to fight 1v2 or even 1v all the dukes, he would give up his plan without hesitation and knew that he would die as a duke.

And at this time, her dear Mandela came to make things worse for her.

If you alone could solve the problem of Londinium, it would be a joke that the deep pool has been accumulating for so many years.

Abrana thought in her heart, but suddenly an idea came to her mind:

Although Mandela is indeed too radical, it seems that radicalism does not have no effect?

The corners of her mouth curled up into a smile, and she looked at Tarafilin who was looking forward to her:

"Mandela, I believe in you. There are indeed tasks that only you can accomplish."

"Although it is not yet time for Deep Pond to occupy that city, I will not ignore what happened in that city. So, I need you to do me a favor."

"For my own good? Go investigate the tower outside the city. Cover it with your earth and stones, and use it as a sentinel for Deep Pool to attack Londinium."

Mandela seemed to see the bright prospect and nodded with conviction.

She is a straight-forward person with no brains.

Abrana suddenly remembered the evaluation of her by her own strategist who graduated from the Royal Guard Academy.

PS: The traffic police issued a certificate of responsibility, and the other party was fully responsible. They compensated me with the repair fee and the loss of work time, which was about 15,000 yuan.

The lady driving the car was really rude and yelled at the traffic police line. I really didn't want to go either. Every time I went, I would be pointed at and scolded, and I would cry while being scolded.

At such an old age, he is really like a living dog. I don’t know how he got the driving license.

Volume 1: Chapter 311: Vina's Hesitation

Londinium, in the city, Shelton area.

As one of the largest industrial areas in Londinium, Sheldon District is almost as old as the city of Londinium. It also preserves a few operational railways that still go directly to the core city after the new city continues to expand. And here, apart from several noble districts and transportation districts, it is also one of the few places that can go directly to the destination and has relatively lax defense.

This is the target of Roy and others.

The main purpose of Roy, Kal'tsit, and the Sarkaz of Rhodes Island to break into Londinium is to solve the Sarkaz problem that has plagued them for a long time, and there is also another group of people in their team.

The Glasgow gang always gathered around Veena, the leader. The most lively among them were Indra and Dagda, who were always arguing about whether to reveal Veena's identity to the outside world, when to reveal it, and Veena's future.

"What do you think, Miss Vina?"

The underground pipeline was empty. Logos and Misery were on guard. Roy finally had a chance to rest for a while. He naturally moved to the side of Vina, who was frowning.

"Indra and Dagda are arguing fiercely. What do you think? If you want to reveal your identity, I don't mind."

Roy shrugged, indicating that he was not trying to comfort her, but was just telling the truth.

Now it was the Sarkaz who controlled Londinium, which had its disadvantages, but of course it also had its advantages. The influence of the Grand Dukes of Victoria was still intertwined in Londinium, but at least they had no ability to directly interfere in the city's affairs.

In Roy's opinion, the biggest source of resistance to Vina's disclosure of her identity was not the Sarkaz. They just occupied Londinium and didn't care whether they were facing Queen Victoria or several ambitious dukes. The ones who were really afraid of this were actually those dukes who claimed to be loyal to their country and the people.

So, to some extent, when Vina was still in the city, it was the time when she had the best chance to reveal her identity.

You asked Roy whether he supports it or not. Of course he does, but he has no intention of forcing Vina. Naturally, everything depends on Vina's wishes.

Vina, who was called, seemed confused. When she heard Roy's question, she pursed her lips, which were dry due to nervousness, and asked half in a rhetorical and half in a questioning tone:

"If I choose to reveal my identity, then what?"

This is the question that Vina has been holding in her heart.

It was more than a decade ago that Vina's father, the last lion king, was hanged. As his daughter, does she really still have such a high appeal?

What would happen if she now summoned the courage to announce to the inhabitants of Londinium that the last of Aslan's descendants had returned to her long-lost homeland?

Will the people follow her? Will the nobles pledge their allegiance to her? Will the gates of the Iron Palace open to her?

Will people welcome her return with joy, cheer for her and hold high banners, or will they remain silent in doubt, sneer at her and refuse to accept her?

Vina felt that the latter was more likely, because, after being in Rhode Island for so long, she had learned a lot, such as - the people were free and would not be willing to support an exploiter.

Roy opened his mouth, but couldn't think of an answer that would convince Vina.

It has to be said that Vina's question was indeed difficult, and it was also a question that many people present, including Vina's friends including the Glasgow Gang, almost ignored.

Vina can openly reveal her identity, but the people may not necessarily follow the king willingly.

The world has entered modern society. The emergence of a series of emerging countries such as Colombia has long proved that even without a king who rules over everything, people can create their own lives with their own strength. Behind the lie of the divine right of kings being exposed is the gradual awakening of the people themselves.

And Vina's position is extremely embarrassing in such an era.

Roy never doubted Vina's feelings for Victoria, and believed that if she was crowned as Victoria's queen, the country, at least part of it, would become better under her leadership. But just because he thought so, it didn't mean everyone would think so.

As a crown prince who was sent out in a coup and has been in exile ever since, she has no prestige, no connections, no achievements, and no popular support.

In this case, if she casually announced her return, and then walked into the Iron Palace with the help of Roy and Rhodes Island and sat on the throne, then she would most likely not be the returning Napoleon the Great, but Puyi, the deposed emperor of the Qing Dynasty during the restoration by Zhang Xun.

She couldn't sit firmly on the throne, and the throne might even harm her.

"I know what you're worried about, so you shouldn't back down now."

Kal'tsit's voice suddenly sounded beside him. Roy turned around and found that she had stood beside him without him knowing when, giving him a smile that could almost be described as pixels.

Then she turned her head, looked at Vina, and continued,

"Vina, you should remember that responsibility is not imposed on you by anyone, but you take it on your own initiative."

"If you want to get rid of the responsibilities that come with this bloodline, Victoria will not be your final destination. You can travel around this land and experience and feel it. Aslan's identity will be a secret, and Rhodes Island will never spread it to the outside world."

"If you see this as a kind of pressure, why don't you look at Amiya?"

Vina turned her head slightly and looked at the little Carters who was standing at the front of the team and talking to Logos. Her expression was a little dazed for a moment.

Roy also slowed down and walked in the same row with Vina.

He could understand Vina's feelings. When everyone expected something of a person, she would be under more pressure.

Although it is not the same thing, Roy believes that most people have had this feeling. When they were young, their parents had high expectations of them, so they had to be a good student. When they took the college entrance examination, their whole family had high expectations of them, so they had to work harder and get a good score. When they grew up, they were entrusted with important tasks by the company, so they dared not work overtime and stay up late to complete the tasks.

A responsible person is often very tired, especially for Vina. The pressure on her is far more than a task or an exam. Indra, Dagda, and even the lazy Gawain expect her to become an excellent king, but this is just an expectation. No one has ever taught her how to do it.

Vina was like a traveler lost at sea. Everyone on the shore was cheering her on, but no one told her which direction to sail.