Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

Now, seeing that Roy and Russell seemed to have reached a consensus and a deal, this man finally couldn't sit still anymore.

"People of Rhodes Island, the Citizens' Council allows you to move freely in Simon Avenue to help the injured. Afterwards, you can come to the Council to ask for reimbursement of expenses. As for Mr. Russell, please come to the tower and explain the [accident] that happened tonight."

Volume 1: Chapter 189 Queen: I'll go take a look

Leitania, the voice of the Queen.

All the countries of Terra have their own capitals, with Leithania being the only exception. The existence of the king election system and the struggle among the seven electors meant that this country never had a city that could be called a capital, at least, that was the case before the Witch King.

Just as many of the Witch King's remnants claimed, before the Witch King was pushed to the throne by the seven electors, no self-proclaimed smart Leithanian could imagine that there was really a monarch who could make the symbol of the country that suffered most of the time truly supreme. The Witch King's strength allowed him to truly break a boundary that had not changed for a thousand years. During his reign, Leithania was no longer a mess. It had a capital, a unified government agency, and a complete governance system, instead of a country within a country where the territories of the electors had to collect tariffs from each other.

He concentrated all power in his own hands and monitored the entire territory of Leitania with extraordinary magic. Especially after the Battle of the Four Emperors, the prestige and rich war dividends brought by defeating Gaul almost made Leitania into a centralized country.

Unfortunately, a country built on one person will inevitably fall apart in an instant because of the fall of one person.

The Witch King's reign of terror and his eagerness for quick success eventually led to the worst consequences. The electors, unwilling to lose their power, took a risk and chose the most impossible option of assassinating the King. The secrets involved have now become erased history, and people can only know about it in the history books. On that day, the supreme Witch King fell from the tower, his strange and dangerous horns were cut off, and were held high by the twin queens like trophies. From then on, Letania got rid of the nightmare that had shrouded it for nearly a hundred years.

After that, the Gemini Queens abolished almost all the decrees of the Witch King's reign, the Electors regained power, the newly built cities were exiled to the border, and the capital, the political center during the Witch King's reign, completely lost its status and became an ordinary city. Instead, it was replaced by an extra-large land ship, the Queen's Voice, which the Queen used to ride on when she toured the country.

Although it also has considerable political significance, it ultimately lacks everything a capital needs. If anything, it is more like the palace of the Emperor of Yan during his tours, just a luxurious residence with a group of soldiers.

"That's why I treat every remnant of the Witch King with caution. They can't cause any trouble, but what they have is what I need."

The elegant lady sat in front of the dressing table, her mature and charming face reflected in the mirror. Her voice was very steady, and her description of the remnants of the Witch King was like a mob that was not worth paying too much attention to. But the light flashing in her rose-red pupils made people feel a sense of danger.

She did not look back. The curtain behind her separated her from the Golden Law Guard, leaving only a blurry golden figure to the other party.

"What do you think should be done with Russell and the kid?"

She asked, as if seeking the opinion of the Golden Law Guard.

The Golden Law Guard, who was wearing a gilded grey robe and a knight-like light armor underneath, felt a surge of pressure and answered without hesitation:

"Interrogate, then kill."

"He may not say anything. Russell is a tough guy. He dares to do those forbidden experiments openly in Violet City. It's not because of his loyalty to the Witch King. He has someone behind him..."

The blond graceful woman seemed to have thought of something, her voice suddenly stopped, and then turned into a long sigh:

"Ugh......"

As if he could hear the deep helplessness in that sigh, the Golden Law Guard could not help but say:

"Your Majesty, please trust the loyalty and ability of the Golden Law Guards. We will use our lives to protect you from all dangers."

The woman addressed as Her Majesty simply shook her head.

It's not that she doesn't believe in the loyalty of these Golden Law Guards she handpicked, but she also knows that they are far from strong enough.

What about the Witch King's personal guards back then? They walked in the cities of Leithania, known as the Black Death. Even the Electors' troops had to make way for them. Their magic was so powerful that they could even manipulate the sky and bring down thunder.

But what is the result? Isn't the Witch King still only able to rely on the body of a descendant girl to temporarily revive, and was also popularized by an illegal immigrant, Casimir?

The current strength of the Golden Law Guards is even less than that of the Electors' Legion, not to mention the Electors who divided most of his inheritance and secrets after the Witch King's death. She, the Queen, seems to be the one walking on thin ice. The so-called flexible political skills and diplomatic measures boasted by the outside world, and the image of Leithania as a great power, are nothing more than what the Witch King fought for. In the final analysis, the word "mediation" is a synonym for "compromise" in the political sense.

Only at this time did she feel a little nostalgia and admiration for the tyrant. At least he was the only emperor in Leitania who did not need to rely on others.

In the long silence, she clenched her fists several times, and then loosened them helplessly. The golden queen finally decided on her own approach:

"Detain him. Take the girl away and ask a master of Originium in the spiritual realm to see if he can get any useful information through hypnosis, and then send her to Utica."

Utica, the ancestral territory of the Witch King before he became the Witch King, a small earldom, was once part of the capital [King's Territory]. It was split off at the turn of the old and new eras and is now in ruins.

There are rumors that every inch of land is soaked with the blood of the Witch King's bloodline. The Gemini Queens have not responded to these rumors.

The Golden Law Guards instantly understood the Queen's thoughts. This was not the first time they had captured a remnant of the Witch King, nor was it the first time they had rescued a descendant of the Witch King. It was also not the first time they had sent a descendant of the Witch King to Utica, which was a chronic slaughterhouse. The senders would not use the knife, but most of those who were sent did not have a good end.

"Your kindness will surely be remembered by sinners."

Jin Lu Fawei praised from the bottom of his heart.

Which is better, a life worse than death or death, the Golden Rule Guard does not know, but the Queen will not allow the descendants of the Witch King to live a normal life, whether for political or rational considerations. Being sent to Utica, a place of exile, is already a great mercy.

"As for Rhodes Island, and the Casimir who defeated the Witch King's afterimage, he seems to be very famous?"

The blonde queen seemed to be considering something, and suddenly jumped to another topic:

"How far is the Queen's Voice from Violet City?"

The Golden Law Guard immediately and accurately replied: "Your Majesty, it will take three days."

"I'll go and take a look." She smiled, as if she was looking forward to it.

Volume 1: Chapter 190: The Elector

Violet City, on top of the high tower.

The slightly narrow hall of the Citizens' Council was silent. Apart from the Golden Law Guards and Lussel, who were sitting on the seats on both sides facing each other, there was no one else.

There was no light in the room. The deep darkness was like a huge rock pressing down on Russell's heart. He was thinking and anxious, but he forced himself to control his emotions and expressions, not letting any timidity show. It was not until the silence finally became unbearable for him that he finally straightened his neck, drew an arc at the corner of his mouth, and said stiffly and sarcastically:

"Can't even turn on the lights in the city ruled by the Queen?"

He almost revealed his identity as a member of the Witch King's remnant. Although the silver-haired girl had been taken away by them, this identity would be exposed sooner or later, and there was no point in hiding it. Moreover, he did not seem to be very worried or afraid of this identity being exposed.

The Golden Law Guard wore a golden iron mask, so his true expression could not be seen. One could only read his mood at the moment through the pair of eyes that were half-penetrating from the gaps. He was neither anxious nor annoyed, and even had a bit of joking in his eyes:

"Her Majesty the Queen said that scum like you cannot be given even a glimmer of sunshine."

As he spoke, he actually laughed out loud, as if he had thought of something funny, and he talked to himself without hesitation.

"Moss can grow in the dark sewers. If you were given sunlight, wouldn't it rot?"

Russell's literary accomplishment was not low, not to mention that even an ordinary person could hear the meaning of Jin Lufawei's indirect criticism. He wanted to retort, but when the words came to his lips, they turned into a weak and stubborn remark: "Humph, the advantage of the tongue!"

You are the one who started to mock, you can't scold me, you are still the one who gains the advantage of words, I have said all the good and bad things about love to you. Jin Lu Fawei thought to himself, and he didn't mean to speak again.

His mission was to monitor and wait. The Golden Law Guard had long ago reported the news of Russell's arrest to the Queen's Voice, and the Queen's Voice had also issued an order that the spiritual realm's Originium expert was on the way. As long as he arrived, there were plenty of ways to make Russell speak, so there was no need to worry about Russell being stubborn.

But he didn't expect that Russell, who was sitting on the opposite side with a sullen face and silent, was also waiting at this moment.

..........

Violet City, Quarantine Gate.

The work of the quarantine gate has always been a very lucrative job. He controls the last checkpoint before entering the city, and the benefits that can be gained from it are naturally extraordinary, so the powerful people in the Citizens' Council often arrange their relatives or confidants to take up the post. These people often exploit merchants and travelers, blackmail those entering the city, and even use the name of quarantine to do obscene things. And given the special historical status of Violet City, most of the time, they will not be taken seriously or punished by the Leitanian officials.

If the official, that is, the Queen, does not ask about them, then other nobles will naturally have no right to ask about them. The division of power in Leitania is very strict, even rigid. Although nobles are widely respected, they can only exercise power in their own fiefdoms, otherwise they will be considered to be overstepping their authority and will be punished. However, there are seven exceptions, namely the Leitanian Electors, who have the privileges of participating in national affairs, guarding local areas, and electing emperors.

"But generally speaking, this place is taboo. We don't want to offend the Queen. It's unlikely that any Elector Prince would be so free as to come all the way to Violet City."

The official in charge of the quarantine checkpoint had just explained his work flow and exploitation methods to the new official in the tone of a senior, and the next second, he heard a noise and quarrel outside the quarantine gate.

He frowned, picked up the intercom beside him impatiently, moved closer to the window, looked out and said:

"What's wrong? What happened? Why is it so noisy outside? Hello?"

There was a lot of noise on the other side of the microphone, so noisy that the official couldn't hear whether there was a response or not. He frowned and shouted a few more times, and finally a strange deep male voice came from the other side:

"Official in charge of the quarantine gate, come out and see me."

"Ok?"

The official raised his eyebrows and was about to ask who was talking on the other side when he heard the sound of the intercom falling to the ground, followed by a crisp breaking sound and a harsh blinding sound. He hurriedly took the intercom away from his ear, but was still dizzy from the harsh sound. He immediately got angry and took down the staff and crossbow hanging on the wall and handed the crossbow to the new official:

"Come on, follow me out to see what's going on."

"You're lucky. This is your first lesson. Learn how to teach those unruly people who want to force their way through the quarantine gate a lesson!"

The new official took the crossbow in confusion, followed his superior, and pushed open the office door.

The quarantine office was located in the towering walls of the mobile city. One had to go down the corridor to the first floor and then turn inside the gate to leave the city. The official walked very fast. He was so angry that he ran down the road in two minutes instead of five minutes. Before turning the corner, he straightened his clothes and the name tag on his chest, raised his staff and walked out of the city gate:

"Who dares to make noise?"

The voice, which was deliberately amplified with magic to show its majesty, seemed to be strangled as soon as it came out, so that the tone of the word "noise" rose straight up and almost became a scream.

There were no conflicting people or merchants trying to force their way through the quarantine gate, but rather flags flying high, fully armed soldiers, sorcerers in black robes and white armor, and an orderly guard of honor! This standard, let alone ordinary nobles, even the most honorable person in the Citizens' Council, the old minister of the Witch King who was demoted to this point, might not be able to afford it.

The official guessed the identity of the person represented by the army in front of him almost immediately. He immediately dropped his staff, prostrated himself on the ground, and said in panic:

"Welcome, Your Excellency the Elector!"

The Liberian man surrounded by the honor guard did not respond. In front of him, a mighty warlock wearing a black robe and white armor stepped forward and asked:

"The Elector's team passed through this place and sent an envoy to communicate and meet us, hoping to rest temporarily, but the envoy did not return for several days. He sent people to inquire, but was stopped by the quarantine gate and demanded a bribe. Now, the Elector has come in person, hoping to get a reasonable explanation."

His tone suddenly became heavier, and he emphasized threateningly:

"Don't be clever, don't show off your personality, don't think that I can't find you!"

The official was so frightened that he almost lost his courage and was unable to speak. It was the newcomer who followed him who raised his head and asked:

"Every person who enters the city through the quarantine gate has been professionally checked and registered. May I ask the distinguished Elector, your envoy is..."

The hawk-like eyes of the tall man surrounded by the crowd moved from the trembling official lying on the ground to the newcomer who spoke. The corners of his mouth seemed to raise an inconspicuous arc, and finally he spoke:

"Lussel von Clauss."

Volume 1: Chapter 191 Why is he still a regent?

Bang!

He punched the wall hard, and the beautifully carved tiles cracked instantly, leaving a deep fist mark. The Golden Law Guard was still not satisfied, and angrily yelled:

"Bullshit, who in the entire Violet City doesn't know Lucel's name? How dare he say that he was the messenger he sent? Does he have any shame?"

The other Golden Law Guard standing next to him simply glanced at him and reminded him:

"Be careful with your words. If the Elector heard this, you would lose your dignity, but how much trouble would it bring to Her Majesty the Queen? Have you thought it through?"

The angry Jin Lu Fawei was startled, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart. He looked at his colleague beside him and asked:

"Then what do you think we should do? Should we just hand Russell over to the Teutonic Elector?"

"Of course we have to hand it over. Do you have any other better solutions?" The calm Golden Law Guard stroked the staff in his hand, his tone full of helplessness, but he was not as angry and desperate as his companions. He emphasized meticulously, "But, we can hand it over, but we have to keep the people in Violet City."

The Golden Rule Guards are just the Queen's personal guards, and their backer is the Queen. If it were the era of the Witch King, then these personal guards would naturally be able to walk sideways in front of the Elector. But now, the situation has reversed, and the Queens have become the declining party. As their henchmen, the Golden Rule Guards can only restrain their edge and try to avoid conflicts with the Elector.

This is not only the unspoken principle among the Golden Law Guards, but also a warning given by the Queen.

Among those people who must not conflict with her or let her catch them, the one most valued by the Queen is the famous Teutonic Elector who is now visiting Violet City.

His fiefdom is in the north of Leitania, and his family controls the absolute power of three large mobile cities. They face threats from Ursus all year round, which makes the people in his territory tough. After the new Teutonic Elector took office, he started a series of modernization reforms, restricting the nobility, promoting officers, building universities, and advancing the age of Originium skill adaptability tests to birth and three, six, twelve, and fifteen years old. At the same time, he opened the first compulsory elementary school in Leitania that allowed infected people to attend school, which made the situation in Leitania dire. The infected people who were almost reduced to experimental materials were given the opportunity to receive education and basic knowledge of Originium skills.

Today, the popularization of compulsory education has made his fiefdom the place with the strongest magical atmosphere in the entire Leithania, and the militarized management and the emphasis on Originium skills and talents have also built him a top-notch army of mages. His outstanding personal charm has also won him the closeness of many nobles around him, and he is likely to split the land and be crowned king.

This person must not be provoked. Not to mention that the Golden Law Guards have no idea what his plan is for this sudden visit. Even if they knew, it would be difficult for them to do anything to the Great Elector who is surrounded by many guards - the Teutonic Great Elector himself is one of the best masters.

Since there can be no direct conflict, the only option is compromise. Her Majesty the Queen said that the politics of Leitania is the Emperor's constant compromise with the Electors in exchange for the corresponding degree of support from the Electors. This is a rule that has not changed for thousands of years. The person who tried to reverse this rule, turning compromise into a gift and support into an obligation, has now become a "you know who" whose name cannot be mentioned.

"Go and bring Russell out. We will take him to see the Elector. When the time comes, you will listen to me."

The calm Golden Law Guard put his staff back into the leather sheath on his waist and walked out of the tower. The angry Golden Law Guard could only sigh deeply, turned around, and opened the heavy oak door of the parliament hall.

"Russel."

As soon as he spoke, he saw Russell, who was sitting in the parliament seat, had crossed his legs. A playful smile appeared on his face, which already had many fine wrinkles. As if he had expected it, he said:

"Look, what did I say?"

"You brought me here and imprisoned me, but this is only temporary. I promised you that I would not stay in prison for more than a minute."

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

In a tall and spacious room that had just been cleaned in Violet City, Queen's Avenue, a large number of luxurious furniture with a market price of more than 100,000 Dragon Gate coins were being carried in one by one, and in the center of the room, two sofas facing each other had been placed. The Teutonic Elector, who was surrounded by people at the city gate, was sitting upright on the sofa at this moment, adjusting his posture to ensure that he could get a more comfortable and relaxed posture.

Opposite him, sitting on another chair, was another guest wearing black armor and dark grey trousers. His black armor was different from the black armor of the Elector's personal guards, with sharper edges and a darker tone, outlining his sturdy figure. He was paired with a scarlet cape and long golden hair cascading down, making him look handsome.

However, what attracted the most attention was not his attire in front of the Elector, but the pair of dark horns on his head. Those were not the horns that races like Caprini or Elafia could have. They were sharp and angular, with many irregular synapses, and the left and right horns were of different sizes, full of malicious blasphemy against the society that advocated symmetrical aesthetics - they were a pair of devil's horns. To be more precise, the person who was qualified to sit in front of the Elector and talk to him face to face was a Sarkaz.

"Manfred."

The Elector called out his name, and the young General Sarkaz stood up and saluted him solemnly. After receiving the response, he sat down without being humble or arrogant. His social etiquette and decency were not inferior to any Leitanian noble who had been in the officialdom for a long time, and he was even more liked by the Elector.

"You have come to see me at the order of Teresis. Has his operation in Londinium suffered any setback?"

"His Royal Highness the Regent has planned everything in an orderly manner. I am here just to confirm it."

"Confirm what?"

Manfred replied: "Whether the Witch King will be resurrected."

The Elector did not answer, but smiled mysteriously. He looked at Manfred with admiration, and spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he had a clear idea of ​​what was going to happen next, and naturally changed the subject:

"Manfred, you should know what happened in this city last night. My man, Lucel, was arrested. He was charged with manipulating magic, endangering public safety, and involving the Witch King. According to the laws of Leitania, even the magnanimous Queen can only sentence him to death."

"But I tell you, it won't. Let me tell you what's going to happen next? That way you can be prepared for the answer to your question."