Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

"It's not just the Glasgow gang. There are many people who have high hopes for you."

Roy said.

He knew what happened in the original world line. When retreating from the area where the Glasgow Gang was located, Vina was revealed by Dagda and Indra. At that time, countless people who were starving and cold still regarded her as a life-saving straw.

Except for a certain little stress-freak with a bit of a brain, there are still many people in Londinium who have expectations for Vina and Aslan.

In other words, people who have had enough of division, hardship and oppression are increasingly expecting a leader.

This is Veena's chance.

Respond to this expectation, or leave, this is a decision that only Vina can make. At this hurdle, some people will choose to give up, give up the exam, give up the job, and become a free soul. Some people will choose to respond, and no one can blame them.

"Just don't make a decision you'll regret."

As soon as Roy finished speaking, Amiya's voice sounded:

"Dr. Kelsey, Mr. Roy, there's something going on ahead!"

Roy and Kal'tsit looked at each other and quickly walked forward to Amiya and the others.

Logos was sensing something with his eyes closed, but Misery's judgment came earlier:

"Space is being distorted. A kind of corrupt pollution is spreading and covering the land. This feeling..."

"It's the Scavenger Court!" Logos opened his eyes and said solemnly.

PS: There is more in the evening.

Volume 1: Chapter 312: The Scavenger's Calculation

The Scavenger King is a burly man.

If the long hem of his clothes, which was not sure if it was part of his body, was counted as his height, he should be more than three meters tall. This height was comparable to that of the Wendigo King Court, who was also known for his strength and sturdiness. Even if the patriot Bozhukas came in person, he would probably only be on par with him. And in terms of status, he might even have to kowtow to him respectfully.

According to Kal'tsit's intelligence, as a lord of the royal court, the Scavenger King almost never takes action himself. He prefers to stay behind the scenes and serve as the commander of his Scavenger Lords, remotely controlling thousands of troops to crush the enemy, or simply maintain the image of a reclusive old man. Unless the enemy comes to provoke him, he will endure it if he can.

He has a good temper, which can be interpreted as his long life really giving this Sarkaz the composure of an elder, but it can also be understood as, no matter who he faces, he has the confidence to handle it with ease and win.

"He may be one of the few who are at the disposal of Teresis, but his strength is no less than that of the Lord of the Royal Court."

The Scavenger King stood on the ground, accompanied by several equally tall and strong members of the Scavenger Court. Their curved horns, like those of the Plenty Hoofed Tribe, were wrapped with white bandages for identification. Apart from that, their appearance was almost identical - cloth masks covering their faces, white armor with enchanted bandages, and serrated greatswords in their hands that were wrapped in green, blue and red and exuded a smell of corruption.

When Logos realized the existence of the Scavenger King on the ground, it meant that he was even stronger. As the lord of the royal court, the Scavenger King, who was extremely sensitive to the breath of the living, had already sensed them.

On the throne lifted by four scavengers, the old man whose face could not be seen clearly looked through the bandages on his face and shot his eyes towards the manhole cover not far away. He could not help but utter a puzzled voice:

"Ok?"

His light snort immediately stopped the entire marching scavenger army. The leading scavengers quickly drew their weapons from their waists. Behind them, a scavenger mage was also ready. A drone with a strange shape and a bamboo tube shape, which was entangled in magic, had a red glow on its core and was ready to be released at any time.

Kal'tsit and Logos in the underground pipes did not dare to be careless and immediately prepared for battle. Mon3tr got out from Kal'tsit's back and just wanted to roar in shock, but was glared back by Kal'tsit. He could only curl up silently and protect Amiya. He looked a little pitiful.

Logos raised his bone pen, and more spells began to appear beside him than when he fought against the Blood Demon Lord. However, he held his breath and focused. He did not chant as he did when facing the Blood Demon Lord. He just cast the spell silently, and his fear was self-evident.

Roy did not dare to underestimate the power of the Scavenger King. He was one of the few people in the original timeline who was told by Kal'tsit that if he wanted to kill him, Rhodes Island would be destroyed in a blink of an eye.

Although now, after knowing that Kal'tsit would be resurrected after a while no matter how she died, Roy felt a little grateful when he heard this sentence, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry to reincarnate", but this cannot cover up the fact that the King of Scavengers is quite powerful.

Seeing this, he also drew out the Holy Sword of the Sun and prepared himself. As long as the Scavenger King launched an attack, he could immediately emerge from the ground and fight the Scavenger King under the sun's home turf.

Everyone was ready, waiting for the Scavenger King to make a move. But unexpectedly, after a brief pause, the Scavenger King Court on the ground started moving again, following the original path, passing the sewers, and heading towards the core city.

"No attack?"

Logos said, half informing, half in confusion. The special effects spells around him began to dissipate one by one.

Kal'tsit also breathed a sigh of relief. The Scavengers did not launch an attack immediately, which was a good thing. This could be seen as a signal he released that the relationship between the Scavenger Court and Tracy was just cooperation, and they were not completely obedient to Tracy. He was still waiting and watching, waiting to see which of the two demon kings would win in the end.

He will help whoever wins.

"Let's go, quickly."

After calming down mon3tr who was actually startled by the breath of the scavenger just now, Kal'tsit urged.

.............

On the ground, the Scavenger Court stepped over the sewer entrance just now. The entire army maintained an almost terrifying discipline. No member of the court raised any questions, and no member of the court expressed any dissatisfaction.

Everything seemed to be as it should be. The Scavenger King leaned back peacefully on his throne, feeling the familiar power under his feet. It seemed that even the smell of corruption he was emitting had been restrained a little, for fear of scaring the little demon king.

However, a discordant voice eventually reached the ears of the Scavenger King. A Victorian who had been standing by the road shivering in fear complained to the Scavenger King in a panicked tone:

"Why are you doing this?"

The Scavenger King turned his head away, seemingly too lazy to pay attention to the Victorian, and just said lightly:

"Don't act in front of me, shapeshifter. You know you can't fool me."

The Victorian man immediately put away his frightened expression and asked with some dissatisfaction:

"How could that be? I simulated everything, including appearance, inner qualities, personality, and aura. How did you find out?"

The Scavenger King laughed:

"Simply because there shouldn't be a Victorian there."

The shapeshifter shrugged, but judging by his expression, he seemed to have learned his lesson. The topic changed and returned to the original question:

"Why didn't you do it? There's no reason why you wouldn't notice it."

"What did you say?" The Scavenger King began to pretend to be confused even though he knew the truth.

The shapeshifter clone had no choice but to make it clear: "There were rats in the sewer just now. They were the ones who beat Lord Blood Demon like that, the demon king from Rhodes Island."

The Scavenger King finally made a physical move. He raised his hand and waved it gently, denying three times:

"I don't know, I don't care, it's none of my business."

"The order that Tracys gave me is for me to lead people to help the Blood Demon. Is the Blood Demon in the sewer?"

The shapeshifter was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly.

He knew that the Scavenger King was taking advantage of the situation, but there was nothing he could do.

The Blood Demon Lord has probably been beaten to his knees and is lying dead on the city wall. It is true that he is not in the sewer. But aren't those people in the sewer the ones who beat the Blood Demon Lord like that?

It is true that Theresis did not give you an order to attack Rhodes Island, but you are obviously trying to muddy the waters.

"I will report this to Tracys," the Shapeshifter said.

The Scavenger King turned his head indifferently, completely ignoring the threat of the Shapeshifter telling tales, and continued to move towards the city wall.

The shapeshifters, he believed, would not.

After all, he had just discovered Rhodes Island in the sewer, but didn't he take the opportunity to attack directly and drag him in?

In a way, they are all the same, waiting for a winner to emerge.

As for what they have to do, it is to prevent outsiders from coming out to stir up trouble and fish in troubled waters at this critical moment for the Sarkaz.

Volume 1: Chapter 313: A Country Cannot Be Without a Ruler for a Day

Londinium Core City, City Council.

Even within just one day, citizens could clearly feel the change in the atmosphere in the core city of Londinium.

Not only were the Sarkaz troops originally stationed at the city gates and factory areas transferred back to the core city in large numbers, but the noble councillors were also forcibly driven into the city council building. They used to be able to say a few words in front of the Sarkaz, but now they seem to have lost even their status as agents. The Sarkaz's attitude towards them became increasingly bad, and they no longer distinguished them from ordinary citizens of Londinium. A councillor who was dissatisfied with the Sarkaz's violent expulsion tried to negotiate with the leading Sarkaz soldiers, and was chopped in half on the spot.

It was not until that moment that the noise of the parliamentarians finally subsided, and these self-important nobles finally understood that in the face of an absolute power, the so-called titles of Sir So-and-So and Lord So-and-So were just like the fancy clothes they wore, and could not even stop a Sarkaz's sword.

At this time, Allarda Cumberland, who was despised by the nobles for "betraying" Andre to the Sarkaz, was pushed out again to act as the nobles' representative in negotiations with the Sarkaz.

"That's enough, what else do you want to do? Hedley promised me that as long as we cooperate, the Sarkaz will not hurt us without reason."

Aledae stiffened her neck and warned the Sarkaz soldier in front of her, but her body, which was forced to stand up, seemed a little short in front of the tall Sarkaz. Although her voice tried to be strong, it was still evident that she lacked confidence.

"Hedley said that?" The Sarkaz soldier was stunned when he heard the name, and then sneered, "That defeatist. He thought that just because he could write a few words and compile a book, and showed up in front of His Royal Highness the Regent, he could really become our boss?"

Hearing this, Aledei's heart almost sank, but unexpectedly, the Sarkaz soldier in front of her turned sideways after saying this, took out a pack of bandages from his waist, and quietly handed it to Aledei.

In the face of Aledea's doubtful gaze, he rolled his eyes and explained in a low voice:

"Our boss is Inès."

After that, he stopped talking, turned around, waved to the approaching Sarkaz soldier, and pulled him away, leaving Alede alone standing there in a daze.

Who is Inès? What's her relationship with Hedley? I haven't heard him mention it.

Although she had no information about a "Sarkaz boss" named Ines, Alede still remembered the name silently. No matter what, this person must be related to Hedley, and among the Sarkaz, he is considered a moderate.

At this time, seeing the guards walking away, a noble also stepped forward boldly and asked:

"Ms. Cumberland, how about it? Have you figured out why those Sarkaz gathered us here?"

Aledai pursed her lips and shook her head helplessly. She could only hand the bandage in her hand to the noble in front of her and ordered:

"Give it to the injured people. Stop the bleeding in time to avoid any accidents."

"But what's the point of us living like this and becoming puppets of the Sarkaz?" the noble said angrily, but he didn't dare to raise his voice too loudly. In the end, he could only grit his teeth unwillingly and turned back to the team.

Aledea looked at his back and wanted to say something, but she swallowed the words back and couldn't open her mouth.

No matter what, as long as you are still alive, there will always be a way, right?

But the land seemed to be playing a joke on Aledae. Before Aledae could even breathe a sigh of relief, the door to the parliament opened again. This time, the person who walked in was no longer a fully armed Sarkaz soldier, but a strange young man with blue hair and a sweatshirt.

His eyes swept across the council hall, finally landing on Aledae, and he walked towards her.

Aledai's heart almost jumped into her throat. She recognized the Sarkaz in front of her. During the days when the Sarkaz entered Londinium and took control of the city council, this Sarkaz kept appearing in various corners and had contact with almost every Sarkaz big shot Aledai had ever met. Moreover, that contact was obviously not like a report between superiors and subordinates.

He was a high-ranking Sarkaz, possibly even higher than Hedley, who was the deputy of General Manfred!

The King of Shapeshifters stopped in front of Aledae, looked at her expression, and asked with some surprise:

"You recognize me?"

Without waiting for Aledea to answer, he continued to talk to himself:

"I have no impression of you. We probably haven't had any direct communication. Maybe you've seen me with Manfred, Blood Devil, or Tracys?"

He smiled softly, as if he could see through Aledae's heart, and consoled her.

"It's okay. I won't hurt you. I won't hurt anyone here. Just do one thing for me."

Aledae swallowed and asked, "What?"

The King of Shapeshifters leaned over and whispered, "Make friends with a group of people and gain their trust."

"Socializing, this should be what you nobles are best at, right?"

..........

In the basement of Londinium's core city, the Rhodes Island team.

Indra was curious and walked around Vina, waving his hand in front of the absent-minded Vina from time to time. After two or three times, she finally couldn't help but ask:

"Vina, what's wrong with you? We are back in Londinium! Why don't you look happy at all?"

She opened her hands, depicting a beautiful future.

"Cheer up, Vina. This is our home. When we left Londinium, we swore that we would come back one day, fight our way to the core city, drive out all those Sarkaz who are standing over us, and tell those nobles in the parliament who is the boss!"

"When the time comes, you will have to hold a formal ceremony to confer honors on us as knights! You are not allowed to use the [Scrapped Iron Medal] to get away with it this time!"

Vina opened her mouth and said helplessly after a long while: "I made the [Scrap Iron Medal] myself. I put a lot of effort into it. So you don't like it?"

Dagda, the shortest of the three, immediately retorted: "As long as it's from Her Highness Vina... the boss gives it to me, I like it!"

Veena was relieved. Indra then asked:

"Vina, did Roy say anything to you? I just saw him and the doctor hanging around you. Are they trying to force you to do something? I'll go talk to them!"

"Don't talk nonsense. Dr. Kelsey and Mr. Roy are both good people." Vina reprimanded Indra in a serious tone. After Indra bowed his head to apologize, she continued, "They just told me the reality."

"Reality? What reality?" Indra asked curiously.

Vina hesitated for a while, but still told her friends about her confusion: "Indra, Dagda, tell me the truth. Does Victoria really need a king now?"

Dagda answered almost immediately: "Of course! Your Highness Vina, look, because of the vacancy of the throne, what kind of country has Victoria become now? Civil unrest, turmoil, people are living in poverty, and even the capital has fallen into the hands of the Sarkaz. We need a king so much. Only a king can unite our country, point out the way forward, and restore the glory of Victoria!"

Veena nodded, then turned her head and looked at Indra: "What do you think, Indra?"

"........"

Unusually, Indra, who was usually talkative, closed his mouth and fell into a brief silence.

It was not until Vina called out her real name again that she came back to her senses, nodded, and shook her head: