Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

Kal'tsit thought, and before she finished her words, a communication signed by an unknown person was connected to Rhodes Island's command center in the next second.

"Is this Rhodes Island? Hello."

"I'm Snitz, Snitz Linguang. I heard that my daughter is working in your company now. Can you allow me to meet her?"

Snitz Linguang.

Kelsey's pupils shrank slightly. She naturally knew what the name meant and who it represented. But she nodded without much hesitation:

"Please show your ID and related documents to the operator when you visit. In addition, Operator Margaret is not on the island right now. If you want to see her, you can try your luck at the Violet City Rhodes Island office, or wait a few days."

As a father, I have no objection to you coming to see your child, but Snitks' disappearance is not a secret to Kal'tsit. If you want to go to the island, you must prove your identity. In addition, Margaret is not on the island now, so even if you want to mess around and do something, there is nothing we can do.

Kal'tsit's answer was official and flawless. There was no response from the other end of the microphone. After a while, the man's voice rang out again, saying, "I understand. By the way, I would like to remind you that there are many dangers and troubles in Violet City recently. If it is not necessary, do not approach it."

The communication was disconnected. Kal'tsit looked at the large screen showing the Rhodes Island logo and the fortress tower. Many areas on it were hidden. That was the core control panel of the battleship, which allowed an ordinary person who had just learned a little about the system operation to control the operation of all systems. The screen was divided into many areas, each with a specific function. The battleship's engine, weapons, and defense systems could be easily controlled by a light touch or slide. Its internal system was sophisticated and efficient, and it could remain stable even in high-speed driving and fierce combat.

After the communication just now, the entire control center seemed unusually quiet, with only the subtle movements of the operators and the faint light on the control panel breaking its tranquility. Dobin seemed to want to ask something, but Kal'tsit had already raised her hand and directed to the screen:

"PRTS, strengthen the security system and pay attention to unregistered persons who may have illegally entered recently. Secondly, pay attention to the latest news in Violet City."

A mechanical sound rang out quickly:

"PRTS is at your service, Dr. Kelsey. The information you need has been retrieved. Would you like to display it directly or have it sent to your computer later?"

"Just show it directly." Kal'tsit said.

PRTS quickly occupied an unused display screen and played the only major event in Violet City recently - the Simon Avenue arson case.

Kal'tsit frowned. Ye Tan had reported the accident to her. Because the Citizens' Council refused to investigate, the real cause of the accident was still unknown. But it was probably related to the experiments of the remnants of the Witch King. Kal'tsit already knew this, but was not too vigilant. After all, such things happened almost every day in Leithania. PRTS played this because nothing else happened?

But soon, Kal'tsit discovered another blue figure in the video that she had never met before but was already extremely familiar with.

"Roy is also in Violet City."

"According to online news, the Elector Emperor is also in Violet City right now."

PRTS answered meticulously. However, at this time, it was hard for Kal'tsit not to feel that she was replying to her words.

Roy, the Elector, the accident, and the remnants of the Witch King.

Kal'tsit keenly sensed a hint of big trouble.

But facing the doubtful Dubin, she did not explain much, but just confirmed:

"No need to change the route, head to Violet City as usual."

"Rather than being in trouble, we must not let others think that we might be trouble."

"So, head towards the trouble."

Tomorrow, arrive at Violet City.

Volume 1: Chapter 205: The Art of the Sorcerer King

"Sir, are you still there?"

In the early hours of the morning, in the pure white ward, a thin, silver-haired girl curled up on the hospital bed with her head buried in the quilt, mumbling to herself in a low voice.

But this time, no one responded to her call in her mind. A few days ago, the old voice that talked to her, traded with her, and gave her endless power seemed to have completely disappeared and no longer existed. And the experience that night seemed to have become a dream in the blink of an eye.

She is now under house arrest in this ward. She cannot go out, and has no one to communicate with. Every day, she can only see the armored wizard knights through the glass window, and the doctors and nurses wearing masks who examine her every day without saying a word. They never talk to the girl, and the way they look at her is not like looking at a human being, but more like looking at some kind of precious animal.

She would no longer be locked up in that dark room, enduring excruciating pain and completing those meaningless experiments. But living here was also another form of prison, wasn't it?

Every day she would quietly call out to the voice in her head that night in her bed or in the bathroom. She was not afraid of that voice. Although she didn't know what it was or where it came from, she could feel an innate sense of familiarity and intimacy from that voice. To her, that was the only person who cared about her and promised her that he would take her away.

Unfortunately, the voice no longer responded, as if it had never existed.

There was still no response to today's call, as if she had expected this ending. The silver-haired girl wrapped in the quilt sighed quietly. There was no disappointment on her face. She had experienced even more desperate situations, but her drooping eyebrows and pursed lips still made people feel the sadness and unwillingness in her heart.

But she didn't dare to move. She knew that the reason why those people outside didn't move her was because she had the blood of the so-called "Witch King" in her body. They were both afraid of and admired the one represented by this bloodline, and they would never want her to call him out without permission. She closed her eyes, quietly took the opportunity to turn over, pretended to kick her legs unconsciously, and stared at the door of the ward. Outside the closed door, there was a faint light on the corridor, just like usual.

"call--"

After relaxing a little, the silver-haired girl was ready to go to sleep. But before the sleepiness in her mind could overwhelm her consciousness, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, heading straight towards her room.

The silver-haired girl's heart tightened. This situation had happened before. When Lussel asked to conduct an experiment, the guards in black robes would rush in one by one and escort her to the experimental site, no matter when it was early or late. The silver-haired girl had never encountered such a thing in the few days since she came here, but no one knew if it would happen again.

Stimulated by PTSD, her breathing rate began to accelerate suddenly, and her originally groggy brain was now clear. She opened her eyes wide in the darkness, staring fixedly at the direction of the room door, and her right hand involuntarily slid towards the plate on the cabinet beside the bed.

This is a fruit plate. The knife and fork will be taken away quickly after she finishes eating, and there will be surveillance during meals. But the fruit plate will not be taken away. It may be due to negligence, or it may be that they think that a fruit plate made of thin material will not cause any impact. They often take it away when they check the room the next morning.

To be honest, this fruit plate made of plastic-like material is indeed difficult to be used as a weapon, provided that the person using it is a normal person.

"I would never do those experiments again even if I die."

While muttering to herself, she bit the edge of the fruit plate hard. She didn't care about the pain in her teeth and just bit a hole in the fruit plate. Although the sharp edge was soft and couldn't be lethal, it had reached the minimum standard of a weapon.

She slowly propped herself up and adjusted her body into a posture that allowed her to lunge forward at any time. She listened to the footsteps stop in front of the door and watched the door being opened little by little, as if it was blown open by the wind.

The girl stared at the crack of the door, revealing the faint light from the corridor outside. She was waiting for the intruder, wanting to fight her to the death. But after a while, an unpleasant smell of blood came from the open door, but no one actually pushed the door open and entered.

The girl's mood gradually changed from fear and anger to doubt and confusion, and finally she calmed down. Looking at the locked door that had been opened, she hesitated for a while, tiptoed to the door, and looked at the outside world through the crack of the door.

The corridor was silent, without any sound or figure. There was no trace of the owner of the footsteps, the person who opened the door, or the source of the bloody smell. The entire corridor was spotlessly clean, as clean as new.

The girl took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, stretched out her hand, and pushed the door open.

No one stopped her, and the cage that had imprisoned her for days was opened to her, releasing her.

A great surprise suddenly surged into the girl's heart. She had no time to think about who did all this and what the purpose was. Her instinct drove her to run towards the emergency exit marked by the sign above her head.

.......

Dawn.

The invited Roy and the Queen took Rhodes Island's vehicle and arrived at the dining place personally designated by the Teutonic Elector, a large hospital.

Roy's expression was somewhat interesting. He had heard of many dinner parties where lovers were guests throughout history. Some were held in hotels, some at home, and some were even held at a roadside barbecue stall to discuss world affairs. But he had never heard of anyone being invited to a hospital.

Not to mention, the invitation also includes the Queen of Leitania.

You, the Elector Emperor, really don't care about public opinion at all. According to Leithania's customs, this is considered a serious disrespect, right?

The Queen also had a puzzled look on her face, but unlike Roy, she seemed to have made some other discoveries, so when she saw the Great Elector walking out of the hospital, she asked directly:

"There is a strong magical atmosphere here. Is someone performing a large-scale magical ceremony here?"

The reason why she said someone instead of directly blaming the Teutonic Elector was, firstly, to save face for both parties, and secondly, she could see that the Teutonic Elector's face was not in a good mood either.

The Elector experienced a number of jaw-dropping and mind-boggling events today.

He glanced at Roy, saluted the uninvited queen, and said directly without any hesitation:

"Your Majesty, it is my fault for not welcoming you properly, but we are in danger now, so please forgive me for inviting you here."

"A large-scale magic ceremony took place here last night. All twelve of my personal guards stationed here disappeared without a trace overnight. There were no traces left at the scene, no signs of fighting or blood. The warlock who launched the attack was also nowhere to be seen, and the surveillance equipment did not capture any valuable footage."

Twelve of the Elector's personal guards were wiped out in an instant?

The Queen was slightly stunned. There were very few people in Leitania who could do such a thing, let alone leave no trace.

She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are there no other clues?"

She did not hope to get more information. After all, the person who could do this would not leave any valuable clues. But the Teutonic Elector actually nodded and said:

"Yes. One survivor is missing."

"My security camera captured the Witch King's descendant leaving the hospital. She left safely, and has not been seen since."

Descendants of the Witch King...

The Queen fell silent. She suddenly thought of something that was well-known in Leitania and had kept countless people awake all night.

One night, the Witch King used an unknown spell to wipe out the existence of all the residents in an entire town. They died, but there was no trace of them, no fighting, no quarreling, no wailing, no blood, no corpses or debris. The town was intact, but the residents were gone.

Volume 1: Chapter 206: The Witch King's Rotating Horn

In Leithania, anything involving the Witch King is taboo, anything involving the Witch King's legacy is confidential, and any phenomenon related to the Witch King is extremely dangerous.

The Queen's silence spread to everyone like a spell. Seeing the Queen's expression, the Elector finally confirmed his inner guess, and even Roy couldn't help but think of the incident that was only briefly described and passed over, which wiped out all the lives in the entire city.

And now, such a thing happened in front of everyone. Although the scope of a hospital is not large, the extremely similar methods and the disappearance of a descendant of the witch king are enough to make everyone alert.

The Teutonic Elector glanced at the Queen and did not wait for her instructions. Instead, he stepped forward and gave the order:

"Set up a fifty-meter blockade around this hospital, block the surrounding residents and the square, and don't allow anyone to approach, especially at night. The guards communicate with the garrison and send two teams of soldiers to guard here, one to guard the gate and one to patrol. If there is any sound or anything inside, do not enter without permission and report to me immediately."

The guards beside him saluted, without asking any questions, and ran towards the garrison. They did not say anything to the queen standing beside them.

The blonde queen looked calm and composed, seemingly turning a blind eye to the Teutonic Elector's behavior of interfering in other people's affairs. Only after the Elector's personal guards left did she speak:

"This doesn't seem to belong to your territory, Teutonic."

Teutonic's expression remained normal, and he answered confidently:

"I inherited the Teutonic surname and the title of Elector. Leitania is my hometown and my motherland. It is my honor to dedicate myself to it. Why should I be restricted by territory?"

These words were spoken righteously, full of a sense of justice and responsibility, and almost stood on the moral high ground. Even the Queen could not risk being "unpatriotic" to criticize Teutonic actions.

Perhaps because she was used to seeing people flattering her in the name of patriotism and embarrassing her, the Queen did not feel embarrassed by Teutonic's words. Instead, she nodded affirmatively and praised:

"I am very pleased that the Teutonic Elector has such a patriotic heart. Since you are so concerned about the livelihood of people who are not in your territory, how can I, the Queen, as the master of Leitania, not do something?"

She immediately ordered:

"The Queen's Voice is outside the city. Quickly dispatch a team of Golden Law Guards."

Having said that, he looked at Roy.

Roy was still thinking about the whereabouts of the silver-haired girl and the secrets of the hospital. He was stunned by the sudden gaze, looked around, and asked in surprise: "Me?"

The Queen nodded: "Yes."

Having said that, she turned her head and looked at the Teutonic Elector with a smile, her expression showing off and provocation, as if she was telling the Teutonic Elector that she had regained 10% in some way.

Roy became the Queen's man?

The Teutonic Elector's face flashed with ugliness for a moment. This change was something he had never expected. But thinking about it carefully, there were already signs of all this. No wonder the queen came to this Violet City without even saying hello and met Roy secretly. If she had contact with the Wuzhou League and Xuantie from the beginning, or even cooperated with them, then all this would make sense.

The Queen cannot leave Leithania casually, and it is even more impossible for her to appear in Casimir, where she has a bad relationship. Xuantie and the No-Hero Alliance have just come out of the mountains, and it is impossible for them to leave Casimir and meet the Queen at this moment. Therefore, Xuantie sent a representative to Violet City, a remote abandoned place that almost no one would pay attention to, in order to complete the contact here. However, he did not expect that because of the Russell experiment and the rampage of the descendants of the witch king, he had to be exposed in advance, and was finally discovered by himself. In order to conceal the purpose of his trip and the secrets in his mind, he used means to kill the mental warlock beside him.

Teutonic had always been puzzled. Casimir did not advocate Originium skills and even disparaged them. So why was there a special defense against psychic warlocks, and even able to directly kill a warlock master?

Now it seems that the source of this spell is obvious - she is the Queen from Leithania, a powerful warlock whose magical attainments are perhaps only inferior to the Witch King, and she is also the one who taught her by a veritable master of the spiritual realm.

I have come to understand everything.

All doubts were cleared up, the blocked feeling in his mind was instantly dissipated, and after a moment of clarity, the Elector felt much happier.

Although it was a pity to lose Roy, the bridge of communication with the Helmetless Alliance, he did not feel much regret or sadness. He knew that Roy and the Helmetless Alliance had made the most realistic choice. A queen who could obviously command and control Leitania as a partner was more valuable than an elector in any aspect.

Similarly, as long as he can achieve his long-cherished wish, unify the power of Leitania, and demonstrate greater value, he won't need to win them over. Roy and the Heroless Alliance will naturally come closer to him.

So, Teutonic nodded as if he didn't care at all, making an attitude of "What you said makes sense, I can't refute it, so please do as you please."

Only Roy felt speechless.

Although I don't know what you two are thinking about for a long time, but have you asked me how I feel? Why should I help you pass on the message?

Moreover, from just now on, Roy felt a strange feeling coming from the hospital.

He looked at Teutonic and the Queen, but both were just immersed in their own riddles and did not seem to notice the anomaly. Even Teutonic's guards in white robes and black armor, those well-trained magic masters, did not react to the anomaly.

Am I the only one who can feel it?

There are many things that can inspire Roy's special inspiration. The [Last Knight] module will react to the concept of "sea", [The Great Wilderness Starfall] will react to the exciting BGM, and [Water Moon] will react to mental invasion. But there is neither sea nor BGM here, nor any psychic warlocks who cast spells secretly - who dares to play such tricks in front of the true master of psychic queen?

The source of this anomaly...

Roy looked at another column in the module system - Collections.

The collection column is emitting a bright, strange scarlet light. Just one glance at it gives people a chilling evil feeling.

There is a collector's item in this room, and it's probably not a good collector's item?

Roy was silent for a moment, then asked, "Your Majesty, you still owe me a question, right?"

Not knowing why Roy suddenly asked this question now, the Queen nodded slightly: "Yes. What do you want to know?"

"I want to know, what was this hospital used for in the past?" Roy frowned as he stepped back, looking at the increasingly scarlet light.

The Queen noticed Roy's abnormal state at a glance and immediately realized that he might know something. Without hesitation, she replied:

"Violet City was the last mobile city built during the reign of the Witch King. He wanted to turn this city into a true city of magic. This hospital was one of the sites for the five towers he planned to build in the city. However, he died before construction began, so this hospital was built on this empty land."

"The tower..."