Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

"He has the worst temper among those people, so it's better not to appear in front of him."

"you're right."

Ignoring the whispers coming from the leaky shack, the middle-aged gentleman called Russell walked across the street and got into an old-fashioned car with a hidden license plate number.

"Only under the command of that usurping fake king would there be so many ignorant fools. It's disgusting."

The first thing he said when he got on the bus was a vicious complaint.

"Go to the test site. I will personally supervise this experiment. My Lord will return."

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror and nodded:

"Long live the Witch King."

Volume 1: Chapter 180: Want to escape, my child?

Leitania, Violet City, Lussel Experimental Field.

The departure of the Witch King was a good thing for most people in Leitania. No one wanted to live in a country ruled by a crazy and tyrannical monarch, but for a small number of people, the Witch King was their idol. His power, his image, the changes he brought to Leitania, turning the country into a veritable holy land of magic, and his great achievements in leading the Leitanians to defeat Gaul all fascinated those people. After the death of the Witch King, they called themselves the Witch King's followers, unwilling to accept the leadership of the Twin Queens, and constantly looking for ways to revive the Witch King from various books and research.

There are all kinds of birds in a big forest. No one can be sure whether some of them really became the remnants of the Witch King because of their admiration for the emperor. No one can be sure whether the Witch King really knows these so-called loyal ministers. All we know is that after the Twin Queens ascended the throne, although these remnants were rampant for a while, they never made any real noise. It is quite a comedy that a scholar's rebellion will not succeed in ten years.

Of course, Lusel did not think that he was the same as those useless colleagues. He was well-educated and had studied under the former warlock of the Witch King. He had gone to the ancient Yan Kingdom and the emerging Columbia for further study. He had made contributions to the unpredictable Great Yan magic and the emerging scientific source stone technology theory. When the coup to overthrow the Witch King took place, he was a guest of a Grand Duke in Victoria. The Grand Duke also offered a large sum of money, hoping that he could stay in Victoria as an instructor to train his army. This was a treatment that countless warlocks dared not even think about. The invitation of a Grand Duke of Victoria was even more valuable than the pleas of some small country leaders.

But after the coup, he refused the Duke's request to stay and returned to Leitania as soon as possible to meet his teacher.

"Our great king will not leave, he just exists in a different way. The overstepping twins will be shrouded in the shadow of the Witch King for the rest of their lives. They want to escape, but they will never be able to escape!"

His teacher asserted,

"My king has already left a way out for himself. His life's work, research, and even secrets are buried in the books in the tower. As long as we dig it up and find the treasure, the day of my king's return will be just around the corner!"

As the personal guard of the Witch King, his words were more convincing than any unrealistic propaganda. Russell accepted the invitation and resolutely became a member of the Witch King's remnant. He set up the experiment site in Violet City, which was close to Victoria's trajectory. With the help of the relaxed conditions in the lawless land and the connections he had accumulated in Victoria, he carried out the analysis of the Witch King's legacy and now he is ahead of everyone else.

Standing behind the one-way glass of the experimental field, Russell looked at the open space outside the glass that was surrounded by reinforced alloy, and the thinly dressed, pitiful girl standing in it, and said softly:

"The experiment begins. In the first stage, play the sound of the world."

The researcher nodded and inserted the pre-recorded tape into the speaker port. A frenzied and aesthetically pleasing music then rang out throughout the experimental field. It was a mixture of countless instruments, but it lacked the grandeur and shock of a symphony. It was as if the conductor was a three-year-old child, waving the baton in his hand like a toy. The flute and drum beats sounded like a noisy noise, and the violin and cello were as harsh as cutting glass. If it weren't for the soundproof wall, just hearing this sound would be enough to make a Leitanian frown and get angry.

But the girl standing in the experimental field was not so lucky. When the song sounded in her ears, boredom and anxiety began to surge into her heart like a tide. At first, she just looked around anxiously, but soon she couldn't help covering her ears and shaking her head frantically, trying to get rid of the horrible music from her mind. But soon, she found that this behavior was just a futile waste of energy. She began to suffer, snot, tears, and even saliva began to flow out uncontrollably, and a miserable wailing sound began to come out of her throat, like a crazy beast tearing her ears.

When [Voice of the World] reached its climax, she had almost lost her original consciousness, replaced by the same madness as the Voice of the World. Her appearance, which was originally pretty even without makeup, had now become as terrifying as a demon from hell. She screamed and rushed towards the glass, begging, cursing, and even mumbling like a mental disorder, switching back and forth, and seemed to have reached her limit.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Russell sighed, waved his hand, and said:

"The experiment is terminated. The subject lasted thirty seconds longer than the last one, but has not yet reached the standard for the next stage of the experiment. Take her back and monitor her separately. Arrange for someone to assist with her meals and care. Don't let her die."

He glanced at the form in his hand and said:

"We don't have much material left. We should reuse it as much as possible."

"Understood." The researcher nodded.

That night, the girl was helped into her new room.

The room was beautifully decorated. On the pink walls hung landscape paintings that could be called masterpieces. A three-meter-long super-large bed was placed above the room. Next to it was a dim orange night light and a hanger with an exquisite dress hanging on it. The dressing table was filled with cosmetics and a large round mirror. Her food for the night, a portion of steaming camel steak, was placed on the desk next to the dressing table. On the small bookshelf next to it were the latest popular newspapers, magazines and classical books.

If she had not just experienced such an inhuman torture, any girl would feel sincerely satisfied to live in such a princess-like room. But the silver-haired girl was not happy at all. The door behind her was slammed shut, and there was someone outside the door to monitor her all the time. The windows in the room had been welded shut. The specially strengthened tempered glass was not something a weak girl like her could easily break, not to mention that she didn't even have any strength in her body.

"Next experiment in three days."

The person outside the door informed in an unquestionable tone, not caring about the response from inside the door at all, and left. The silver-haired girl did not answer, closed her eyes, and fell onto the bed.

She didn't want to do anything at the moment, she just wanted to fall into a deep sleep.

Her tired spirit was soon washed away by the soft bed and the sleepiness that came over her. She fell asleep, but she seemed to hear a strange voice ringing in her mind:

"Want to escape, my child?"

"I can help you."

The girl's lips trembled slightly, and she uttered a simple syllable in a whimpering voice:

"think."

The next moment, the lingering worldly sounds in my mind seemed to be suddenly guided, the noisy noises suddenly faded away, and the real, magnificent, and heart-stirring symphony suddenly pierced through the quiet and peaceful night sky.

Volume 1: Chapter 181: It is better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early

【Dangdangdang! 】

The majestic opening music was like a bomb dropped into the silent Violet City. Roy woke up from his sleep and walked out of the room. He bumped into Margaret who opened the door with a puzzled look on her face. Margaret nodded slightly and immediately asked Ye Tan, who was on duty:

"What happened?"

Ye Tan shook his head flatly: "I don't know. But explosions are not uncommon in Violet City. If there is nothing unexpected, it should be that some Originium Warlock's illegal experiment has gone wrong."

The Violet City was able to develop in the barren wasteland of Gaul, of course, not only relying on those vicious criminals or illegal immigrants. The city here still has a considerable number of Leithania's specialty - Originium Warlocks.

In Leitania, the social status of Originium Warlocks is not low. If you are confirmed to have good adaptability to Originium skills, you will have the opportunity to receive free education, and your parents and family will also receive subsidies. But in the final analysis, this status is not low, and it is limited to not low. They are only higher than ordinary citizens and infected people. Above them, there are tower warlocks and their followers living in the tower.

A free Originium Warlock is allowed to conduct very limited magic experiments according to the laws of Leithania. If your Originium skills have reached a bottleneck and you need experiments or guidance, the best way is to become a disciple of a tower warlock and use his magic tower to conduct experiments. Otherwise, it is illegal to operate without authorization.

Obviously, this was of course for the purpose of selecting talents and strengthening the status of the nobility.

However, where there is oppression and inequality there is resistance. There are always some free Originium mages who are unwilling to accept the hierarchical, gloomy and conservative system of the Leithania Tower. They moved to Violet City in large numbers and became the core residents of this free city. They are also the main candidates for the Citizens' Council to manage the city.

Ye Tan's inference was not groundless. Any experiment related to Originium technology was extremely risky. Before Roy and Margaret came, such an explosion occurred almost every month, and Rhodes Island helped to deal with the aftermath. It was just that the commotion this time was particularly large.

Otherwise, where would an office in Rhode Island get the connections to help Roy and Margaret enter the city illegally?

"Generally speaking, the warlock who conducted the experiment or his neighbors will soon come to Rhodes Island for help to deal with the possible risk of Ore Disease infection and the risk of Originium dust spreading. I'm used to it."

Yetan replied calmly, walked into the inner room, opened the cabinet, took out a set of filtration suits required for entering a high-concentration Originium environment, and stuck his head out to look at Roy and Margaret:

"I'm going to go straight over there. Knight Heng and Miss Lin Guang, do you want to go and take a look? If you do, I have extra protective clothing here."

Margaret nodded decisively: "I am a combatant. If there really is an accident, there might be an out-of-control warlock or source stone creature at the scene. I will go with you for insurance."

An out-of-control warlock or an Originium creation?

The first thing that came to Roy's mind was the witchcraft colossus. Although it was not as tough as the stone man of the Mudstone Lord, it could throw stones at the platform and stun everyone. Roy was quite curious.

Just at this moment, Margaret also invited: "Roy, how about you, do you want to join us?"

Roy agreed as well.

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

Violet City, Simon Avenue.

Surrounded by green trees and with streams running through it, it has beautiful and elegant scenery and is a famous residential area in Violet City. Most of the people who can live here are middle class, and a few rich people will buy properties here to accommodate their secret lovers.

But at this moment, nearly half of the area on Simon Avenue has turned into a scorched earth, with flames dancing among the ruins. The black smoke rising from the rubble completely obscured the elegant double moons, leaving only a deep shadow.

If someone were to observe from the sky with a drone at this moment, they would surely find that the now-destroyed area of ​​Simon Avenue is like a tiny...on the scale of the entire city.

The silver-haired girl, who played the notes, was standing on the top of the ruins. She had nothing in her hands, but she was still playing the violin in a standard way. Her pale and pretty face was expressionless, and her brown eyes were lifeless. She was just moving mechanically like a puppet. Every time the invisible bowstring was pulled, accompanied by strange music, a destructive spell would be released, blowing up an area.

Not far from the rubble, a middle-aged gentleman in a suit and tie was watching the scene in front of him with great interest and listening to the report from the security personnel beside him.

"Lord Russell, the subject is out of control. The reason is currently unknown. But she seems to have lost her self-awareness."

"Having lost self-awareness?" Russell glanced around. "How could he cause such massive destruction without hurting himself?"

Another piano sound rang out. Russell closed his eyes and listened quietly to the music that was rational, rhythmic, and even beautiful in its frenzy. He ordered:

"Have you mastered the tape yet? Record this part for me."

"Record it?" The security guard was stunned.

Russell frowned slightly. "Do as I say. I suspect this is the true earthly voice of my king."

The true earthly sound?

The security guard showed an expression of understanding on his face, but soon, he reminded anxiously:

"No, Lord Russell, this is already in the inner city area. If there is such a big commotion, the Citizens' Council and the Guard will soon send people to check the situation. If they find out, it may even attract the attention of the Twin Pseudo Kings."

"Humph." Lussel laughed disdainfully, full of contempt for the so-called Twin Queens. He said calmly, "Don't worry. I've already informed the people in the parliament when I came here. They have promised that as long as I am responsible for compensation and repairing Simon Avenue and sincerely apologize to the members of the parliament who manage the city, they will turn a blind eye."

"That means they won't come tonight. Just go ahead and record the video."

The security guard looked at Russell in awe, nodded respectfully, turned around and ran to the station to get the recording equipment and master tape.

Russell stood there, closed his eyes, and planned to appreciate the [True Appearance of the Witch King's Music] once again, but soon, a few untimely noises interrupted his good mood.

The spell scouts he had deployed around the area detected the approach of the stranger.

Someone's coming? I've already greeted them, who's so ungrateful?

Raising his cane in annoyance, Russell, who always had a bad temper, looked towards the place where the scout's alarm was sounding and walked towards it.

Volume 1: Chapter 182 We are responsible for eliminating threats

[After all, it is just a fragment. How long can it last? ]

A dull voice sounded in her mind, and a trace of fear flashed in the empty eyes of the silver-haired girl. She opened her mouth, but before she could make a sound, the voice in her mind already knew what she wanted to say.

[I know, child, I won't let you go back.]

The voice was very soft, as if a kind elder was comforting his timid descendant, but the words were full of helplessness and sadness.

He seemed to be able to sense what the silver-haired girl was thinking, and he also realized that she would rather have her consciousness suppressed than to be restored to a prisoner and continue to be imprisoned and experimented on.

He wanted to fulfill his wish, so he set off this magical storm, but the sound of the world in the girl's mind was only a small fragment, and even he could only use this small fragment to this extent.

If he hadn't attracted the official sorcerer to take the girl away, he would have been powerless when the show ended and everyone left.

Thinking of this, the owner of the voice seemed to chuckle at himself.

"I never thought that one day I would need to place my hopes on those betrayers who fear me like a scourge."

Although he did not have all of that person's memories and abilities, he also knew his own identity. He was the Witch King, or more precisely, the first half of the life that the feared Emperor of Leithnia had cut off himself.

The Witch King, the pinnacle of human magic, the longest-serving emperor of Leithania, was not as cruel and unpredictable as he would be in the following decades when he was elected by the electors. He was a humble, peaceful, elegant, handsome, generous, and wise king who possessed almost all virtues. In the first ten years of his reign, he completed many reforms that previous emperors had never completed, revised new legal provisions, standardized the aristocracy, and even led Leithania to catch up with Victoria, who started the first Originium-Steam Revolution, and completed preliminary modernization.

But the turning point of all this started with the ascension to the top of the high tower.

At this point, even the witch king in the girl's mind could no longer recall what happened in that unprecedented magic ritual, and why he could no longer remember part of his memory. He could only vaguely feel that after that, the person wearing the mask, although his face was exactly the same as his own, had been completely separated from himself.

He is more like another person, an extremely powerful spell machine after a complete reversal.

But at this moment, the Witch King even envied the unfamiliar self. If it was him who awakened, with his research and application of magic, even this small fragment could be of greater use, right?

The power of chaos was gradually dissipating, just like a long song finally reaching its final chapter. The Witch King's consciousness had awakened and would not disappear, but as long as he lacked the power to intervene in reality, he was just an old grandfather who knew a lot of noble secrets and could not bring any help to his poor imprisoned descendant. And until now, he thought he had seen the figure of the official warlock of Leithania.

These people who just do nothing should have learned from Victoria's civil service system and laid them all off.

An angry scold echoed in her mind, and a final thought arose in the girl's heart.

We can't just sit there and wait for death. We have to do something while we have this last chance.

The illusory violin in his hand was played again, and a burst of passionate music rang out in the night sky again.

........

Yetan stopped in front of the ruins in a strange manner, raised his hand to stop Roy, Margaret and Skadi who came up behind him.

As a member of the Rhodes Island office who often frequents various accident scenes and has extensive rescue experience, she was keenly aware of the unusualness of the scene before her.

"There is no cordon, no warlock, not even a single guard. What's going on?"

Although the Leitanians were not very enthusiastic about their work, their efficiency was impeccable. They were like clocks that were on time, always completing their tasks meticulously. According to common sense, even a civilian rescuer like Yetan could walk to the scene from several blocks away, so the scene should have been blocked by the guards and warlocks of the Citizens' Council. But Yetan could still hear the sound of the extraordinary music spell coming from the depths of Simon Avenue. This was not right.

Roy seemed to have read something as well, and said before Ye Tan:

"Wait a minute, I think something is wrong."

Margaret frowned and said anxiously:

"But the affected area is so large, there may be many injured people inside. If left unchecked, the infection rate of mineral sickness will increase significantly."

Rescuing patients with minerals was the philosophy of Rhodes Island, and it also coincided with the chivalry that Margaret had always upheld. As for getting into trouble because of the rescue, this was not something Margaret had considered. Even if she knew the risks in advance, she would still do it.

This reckless behavior brought her a lot of trouble, but it must be said that it was because she did this that she was the Margaret Linguang recognized and loved by both Rhodes Island and Roy.

After all, who doesn’t want someone to save you at all costs, regardless of their status, risk, or reward, when you are in adversity?

"I'm not afraid of mineral sickness. Can I go in and take a look first?"

Skadi took the initiative to speak, and what he said attracted the attention of Yetan and Margaret.

Ye Tan stopped me helplessly and said:

"What are you talking about? There is no one who is not afraid of mineral sickness. This kind of thing should be handled by professionals like us. Miss Skadi, you and Knight Heng will guard the exit. Margaret and I will go in. We will call you if there is anything."