Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

Manfred showed some doubt on his face, but he nodded.

The Elector Emperor began to narrate with a relaxed look: "Soon, someone will knock on the door, and then I will be asked to go outside."

"There, one or two, not too many, Golden Rule Guards would stand in the aisle. They would greet me first, and compliment me with words that were either sincere or false, praising my contribution to Leitania and making this country a peaceful place."

"They will give me local specialties, maybe wine, maybe feather animal liver, or maybe a beautiful girl or a talented musician. I don't care. It depends on their sincerity."

The Elector sat up slightly straighter, raised his right hand and raised a finger, as if to emphasize the next turn: "Then, they will tell me that Russell cannot be released. I will object, and may even threaten him with the dignity of the Elector. But in the end, Russell will not be released. The reason they rejected me is the same reason why you think I will get Russell back at all costs."

"I often deal with some people who claim to be leaders on earth. Among them are my enemies and my enemies' enemies. Among them is your regent. There are countless conspirators on this land, and Tresis is undoubtedly one of the best. Sometimes, it's not that he can't do something, but that he doesn't do it because it will put him in an embarrassing situation."

"You asked me if I would revive the Witch King. In fact, the answer was already in Teresis' mind the moment you set out from Londinium."

The Elector's smile seemed to be a bit of a teaching to the young man: "Young man, think about the person you are loyal to. Why is he still a regent?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

The tap-ta-ta sound seemed to be in sync with Manfred's heartbeat. He looked at the Great Elector who had stood up and asked a question, but it seemed as if he was asking himself:

"Why are you still the Elector?"

He met the Teutonic Elector's eyes and immediately understood what he meant:

Because there is an emperor standing in front of me, it is to my advantage.

PS: The last paragraph is adapted from Lord of War. I think the essence of this movie is this last paragraph.

The real purpose of Tracy's resurrection of Theresa will have to wait for the new chapter to explain. Some people will say, wasn't Theresa resurrected by the Absolver without authorization? Wasn't Tracy not aware of it at all?

In fact, this possibility is extremely low. First of all, Theresa's resurrection took place after the Sarkaz entered Londinium. Theresis had basically unified most of the Sarkaz, and there were also blood demons, shapeshifters, and scavengers in the royal court who were clearly loyal. The Absolution Master had to quietly set up a factory in a city to resurrect Theresa, and at the same time avoid all of Theresa's eyes and surveillance. This was basically impossible, not to mention that resurrecting Theresa was not something that could be done in an instant. There was a PV scene in which Theresa was clearly soaked in nutrient solution. For such a long time, Theresa and other royal courts, and ordinary Sarkaz, didn't notice it at all?

I am more inclined to believe that Master Da Te acquiesced to this. Although he hated the Absolution Master so much that he wanted to blow his head off, the resurrection of Theresia and her standing on the side of the Sarkaz was in the interests of Tracys and the majority of the Sarkaz. With Tracys' current personality of seeking the revival of Kazdel and the development of the Sarkaz nation, it is very likely that he will endure for a while.

Of course, this is just one person's opinion, so just take it as it is. The details will depend on the new main line that will be updated soon.

Volume 1: Chapter 192 Summons

Violet City, Rhode Island Office.

Roy had always been curious. Violet City was not a small city, so why was Ye Tan the only Rhodes Island operator stationed in the office? Normally, it would be fine if there was nothing going on, but after what happened last night, until this afternoon, Roy had hardly seen Ye Tan's shadow. He could only hear from Margaret that Miss Ye Tan was so busy that she had no idea what to do.

“I hope everything goes well for her.”

Margaret said with some shame that she could not help Ye Tan at all in solving the problem. Her connections and accumulation were all in Casimir, and in the territory of Leitania, she could not even say a few words for Miss Ye Tan, and even exposing her identity was very dangerous. Most Leitanians did not have a good impression of the people of Casimir, especially the Linguang family.

"Have we caused trouble for Miss Yetan?"

She looked at Roy, feeling a little nervous. Seeing this, Roy could only wave his hand and comfort her:

"It doesn't matter, we are doing what we should do."

"A street was destroyed due to an experiment in Originium Arts, which could have caused a large-scale infection accident. Rhodes Island went to rescue, which was a good thing. Skadi and I suppressed the source of infection and prevented the situation from escalating further. This is also a good thing."

Roy looked at Margaret and said seriously:

"If people have to think twice before saving a life and whether they will cause trouble to others, it only shows that the moral level of society and people's ideas have declined greatly, which is a phenomenon worthy of vigilance."

When one side is in trouble, all sides come to its aid; when seeing injustice, one draws one's sword to help; this is the simplest and most reasonable idea. However, if one day people have to be as cautious about doing such things as they are about considering "whether to help an old man who has fallen down", then it itself symbolizes a huge problem.

Roy had seen a lot of news like this in his previous life, so when he heard that Margaret was wavering about her behavior, he gave her firm encouragement. He didn't want to see someone like Margaret have such thoughts. She should maintain her passion and justice, and become a rare positive role model in this era, the kind of knight that more people call for.

Roy's tone was very serious and firm, which touched Margaret. She lowered her head, clenched her fists, and thought with a little self-mockery:

After being exiled, she wandered the earth for a long time, but she never gave up the justice in her heart. However, for some reason, from the time she left Rhodes Island to the time she met Roy, she seemed to have become much more fragile than before. When she encountered problems and doubts, she habitually tried to seek answers from others.

In the past, she would ask Shining, and this noble but worried companion would carefully answer her questions and give her advice. Then she would ask Kal'tsit, who was not good at speaking and most of the time what she said was profound but half-understood. Now, she asked Roy again.

When did I start to subconsciously rely on others?

Margaret asked herself, but couldn't find where this feeling came from.

She shook her head and put aside these insignificant girlish emotions for the time being. Then she heard the sound of a door opening at the entrance. Miss Yetan, with the word "tired" written all over her face, moved into the living room by holding on to the wall.

"I'm so tired. Let me rest for a while."

Roy handed a bottle of water to Yetan and asked, "What happened outside?"

Ye Tan took the water bottle from his idol with some surprise, thanked him, gulped down a few gulps, and explained, "A great emperor has come to Violet City. Today the entire citizens' council has stopped working. Haha, can you imagine that those councillors who are usually so arrogant did not go to work today and worked as movers for the great emperor, with several people carrying one bed."

Roy's mouth twitched. He had seen many bootlickers and many villains who fawned on his superiors, but he had never seen anyone who was willing to lower himself and work as a mover to help others move.

But if you think about it carefully, these citizen councilors of Violet City are actually some impoverished nobles who were exiled here because of crimes or wrong positions. In their eyes, this dilapidated city isolated on the border may not get the attention of the two queens and the Electors for decades. Finally there is such an opportunity, an Elector came to this city. If they don’t try their best to please him and pray for a chance to change their fate, what else can they do?

After all, it is the environment that shapes people. It is a bit sad to think about it, but I still have to complain about it.

Roy pretended to be casual and asked, "Why did the Elector come here?"

"It seems that one of his messengers got lost here, and he came to question the culprit, but it is unclear what exactly happened."

Roy nodded, already having a guess in his mind.

Roy had long known that Russell and the remnants of the Witch King he represented had the support of an Elector Burglar behind them. In the plot of Echoes of the Dust, another remnant of the Witch King, Ms. Gertrude, had hysterically accused the Elector Burglar. Although the plot did not clearly state which Elector Burglar was secretly planning all this, combined with the sudden arrival of the Elector Burglar, it was difficult for Roy not to connect the two things together.

Is he trying to get Russell away?

But this really didn't make sense. According to the information Roy had obtained, the so-called "earthly sound" that Russell was studying to try to revive the Witch King was not a very core research direction, let alone the only way. It was just a fragment of the Witch King's discontinuity that he wrote when he was studying spells and music in the tower, and was recorded on the score by the court musicians. It could only represent the Witch King at a certain stage.

It can be clearly stated that even if all the manuscripts of Voices of the World were collected and injected into the body of a descendant of the Witch King so that he could accommodate them, what would awaken would not be the real Witch King, but a monster full of contradictions and madness, a mixture of countless fragments of the Witch King. This is because, in the process of growing up, a person will constantly deny and improve himself.

Just like Roy loved eating cucumbers when he was a child, but didn't want to eat them when he grew up, the earthly sound that separated the two was injected into the same person's body. What would happen to the person who was born? Would he want to eat cucumbers, but not want to eat them?

It would be fine if this contradiction was limited to the small cucumber, but on a larger level, such as in the research conclusions on Originium skills, if a contradiction occurs, it would be equivalent to a direct bug.

This is a research direction with no future.

Then Russell, who was in charge of this direction, shouldn't be useful enough to deserve the visit of an elector. His status shouldn't be much different from that of Lady Gertrude. Unless, he had some hidden secrets.

"Roy, what are you thinking about?"

Yetan raised his hand and waved it in front of Roy. Roy came back to his senses, smiled slightly, and shook his head, "Nothing."

"Then you should go to the Citizens' Council first." Yetan took out a decent Leitania suit from the closet, handed it to Roy, and said, "The Citizens' Council summoned you because of what happened last night."

"Me?" Roy blinked. He should be an employee of the Rhodes Island office, and the person in charge is Miss Yetan. Why would she find him alone?

Yetan nodded: "They only want you."

Volume 1: Chapter 193: Psychic Warlock

Violet City, Citizens' Council.

When Roy stepped into the building, he didn't expect that the person waiting here was not a question from the Citizens' Council, but a middle-aged man with long gray hair and aristocratic attire. He was surrounded by many guards in black robes and white armor, sitting in the single seat that belonged to the Speaker.

In the aisle separated by the seats on both sides in front of him, Roy saw Russell, the arrogant remnant of the Witch King, who was now kneeling on the ground. His head, which was always raised subconsciously, was now drooping weakly, making it difficult to see his expression. His silk hat and cane fell on the floor beside him, and his arms hung at his sides as if paralyzed, with his palms dragging on the ground. He looked desperate and lifeless.

The second after seeing this scene, a prompt from the module system popped up in Roy's mind:

[An abnormal situation is detected around, and an emergency module task is issued. You can get corresponding rewards after completing it. 】

【Find out the source of the abnormality in the room. 】

【Resolve the abnormal situation.】

【Kill the person who caused the abnormal situation. 】

[Reward: Specific type of module A, B, C (depending on task completion)]

Roy's heart skipped a beat, but he controlled his expression, smiled and said "Sorry, I went the wrong way", and tried to step back and leave this troubled place. He didn't want to take this urgent task at all. What was an abnormal situation? His own system, which couldn't chat, had never prompted him. Now it not only suddenly prompted him, but also triggered the task, which showed that this area was special.

The requirements of this task are even more chilling. Roy has good eyesight and can spot the man surrounded by people sitting in the speaker's seat at a glance, but the task still requires him to "find the source of the abnormality" and even offers a reward of a C-level module as long as he points out the source of the abnormality. What does this mean?

Either the man in the speaker's seat is not the source of the anomaly, and there is a hidden boss in this room that can alert the system. Or, the man sitting in the speaker's seat is an anomaly himself, and the kind that will cause a big problem if you just mention it or touch it, so there is such a guaranteed reward that tempts people to be deceived.

It was daytime now. Roy brought the Sun Sword with him, but this was indoors and there were no windows. Even if there was a real conflict, he would have to move to the outdoor area first. He stepped back step by step. Just as he was about to leave this strange house, he heard the middle-aged man in the Speaker's seat speak calmly:

"Is it our witness? You look very familiar. Where have I seen you before?"

He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then said:

"Oh, yes, on Victoria's TV news, that rich man built a foundation for you. Haha, you are a knight of Casimir, right? How did you come to Leitania?"

The question had already reached his ears, and Roy couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb, so he could only stop and answer carefully:

"I was just passing through. I was there to rescue someone last night and ran into Russell by chance."

"And then you snatched the Witch King's descendant before he did, and almost got into a fight with him?"

Descendants of the Witch King!

Roy glanced at Russell in surprise. How could this man tell everything to others? Hiding the descendants of the Witch King is a serious crime in Leithania, and resurrecting the Witch King is a capital crime. Is this how you confess?

Roy said calmly, "I didn't know she was the descendant of the Witch King. I just happened to pick up that girl."

He paused and added:

"The company I'm about to work for is a medical company with an office in Leitania. It often participates in emergency rescue work in various places. The accident last night caused 50% of the buildings on Simon Avenue to be damaged to varying degrees, and hundreds of people were injured. I followed the company to the rescue."

The middle-aged man paused, as if waiting for something. After a moment, he nodded:

"I believe what you say is true. However, there is another question."

"According to Russell's confession, you have seen the Voice of the World and even fought with him, right?"

Roy finally couldn't help but glance at Russell again, only to see that he was still kneeling on the ground like a corpse. If he couldn't see the rise and fall of his body when he breathed, Roy would have believed that he was dead.

But since he was not dead, why would he reveal all these things?

Whether it was the fact that the girl Roy picked up was a descendant of the Witch King, or the research results of the Voice of the World, or the latest progress in resurrecting the Witch King, these were all things that could kill people. Although Roy did not expect Russell to protect him, could he not even protect himself? If he said these things, except for pulling Roy into the water, he would not get any benefit at all, but would definitely die!

What is he planning?

A possibility suddenly flashed through Roy's mind. He immediately looked at the middle-aged man surrounded by many soldiers, took a deep breath, and tentatively asked:

"I don't know what you are talking about, Your Excellency the Elector. This is the first time I have set foot on the land of Leitania in my life. I don't know what you mean by the descendants of the Witch King, nor do I know what the Voice of the World is. I did fight with that girl last night. She has a high level of magic skills and is proficient in music, but I don't think there is anything strange about it. Leitania is a country that values ​​magic. Is it strange to have such a genius? What's more, in the end, I was the winner."

The man sitting in the speaker's seat fell silent again. After a moment, he nodded without comment and asked meaningfully:

"Then I will do so then. How do you know I am the Great Elector?"

Roy answered bluntly, "Because, from the impression I got from my brief encounter with Russell last night, he is a smart man. If he wasn't someone he absolutely trusted, he wouldn't reveal information that sounded like it could put him to death."

The only person who can make Russell absolutely assured and who he dare not disobey is his immediate superior, the Elector Emperor, who is said to be supporting the actions of the Witch King's remnants behind the scenes.

In addition to the news that Miss Yetan had just revealed that the Elector Emperor was coming to Violet City, it was not difficult to figure out the identity of the man in front of him.

The Elector, whose identity was exposed, was neither angry nor hostile. Instead, he looked at Roy with admiration and said casually as if jokingly:

"So do you want to be my own?"

Roy was stunned. Before he could answer, the Elector stood up and waved his hand:

"Go back now. You have asked all the questions you wanted to ask. I guess someone will ask you the same questions again in a few days. I hope you can answer them with the same attitude."

Roy opened his mouth, frowned, glanced at the Elector, then turned around and left the parliament hall openly without any obstruction.

Walking out of the building and feeling the afternoon sun shining on him, the blessing brought by the Holy Sword of the Sun took effect immediately, and his strength was restored. Roy finally let go of his worries and began to think about the module problem.

After a while, he replied with a hint of verification:

"The source of the anomaly in the room is Russell, who is kneeling on the ground."

The rightmost side of the first task in his field of vision was ticked, which meant that he answered correctly. But Roy did not feel relaxed at all. Instead, he took a deep breath and felt goose bumps all over his body.

What he just didn't say clearly, Russell will reveal the reason for his actions, and there is a second possibility - he was "forced to volunteer".

Psychic Warlock.

...........

"What do you think of that person just now?"

Reaching out and stroking the top wooden armrest of the Speaker's seat, the Elector Emperor turned his back to Russell who was kneeling on the ground and spoke, his tone sounding quite interested.

Russell, who had been silent since Roy entered and left, finally raised his head slowly at this moment. His originally proud face was now numb and dead. His stiff cheeks and deep wrinkles made him look as if he had aged ten years overnight. There was no light in his eyes, only a painful deep purple, as if he was suffering endless torture in the depths of his soul. But his voice did not change at all, and was even more energetic than usual:

"He lied."

"I know you reminded me just now. But which sentence?" asked the Elector Emperor.

Russell was silent for a moment, then pointed out: "He knows everything."

The Elector suddenly looked back.

Volume 1: Chapter 194 I am Shuiyue, schizophrenia

The first thing Roy did when he returned to the office was to go back to his room on the pretext of something.

The summons from the Elector was more like a test to see how much Roy knew about the true inside story of what happened last night. Roy thought his performance was obviously not good enough this time. It was not because of his acting skills, but because of the spiritual Originium Warlock. With him around, Roy's lies about certain things would inevitably be exposed. Roy couldn't help but take it seriously.