Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

"Go ahead. Be careful not to run around or hurt other operators. If anyone provokes you, tell me my name."

Kal'tsit said. She was obviously speaking for those naughty operators on Rhodes Island.

She was not worried at all that Skadi would suffer any loss, she was just afraid that Skadi would act on impulse and ask her to increase her workload temporarily to organize a rescue.

Skadi nodded, and just as she pushed open the door of the examination room, she ran into Roy who was waiting at the door.

"How was it? How did the physical examination feel?" Roy asked.

Skadi frowned slightly, pursed her lips, and answered honestly: "Too slow."

"It's understandable that the old man is slow." Roy said with a smile. Then Kal'tsit's gloomy voice came from the examination room.

"Sir Roy, please come in quickly if you are here. Otherwise, I will lose my energy."

Roy stopped joking, nodded to Skadi, turned around and walked into the examination room with a fearless look on his face.

Kal'tsit methodically put away all kinds of strange medical instruments, then sat on the examination chair in front of Roy and looked at Roy.

"Isn't it an inspection?" Roy asked in surprise.

"You don't need to." Kel'tsit replied, "Your body is Kuranta, I can confirm this with my naked eyes. What's important is your soul, that is, your spirit. What you need to do is a mental examination."

"Uh....what do you mean?"

Roy was a little unresponsive for a moment.

Kal'tsit's mouth corners suddenly rose for a moment, then quickly returned to normal, and said:

"What you mean is that what you need to test is your mental condition. In other words, are you a psychopath?"

Roy: “….”

You must have laughed just now!

"Then let's get started." Regardless of Roy's reaction, Kal'tsit picked up the blue folder on the small table in front of her, opened it, and read: "Excuse me, there is a bathtub of water in front of you, and you have a bowl and a spoon. How would you dry the bathtub?"

Roy said, "Pull out the plug."

"It seems that the IQ is fine." Kal'tsit ticked the paper in the folder.

Roy's eyelids twitched, and he reasonably suspected that Kal'tsit was taking revenge on him for saying bad things about her outside.

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Leitania, Violet City, Prison.

This old prison currently holds his only prisoner.

The heavily armored soldier of the Teutonic Elector's Guard nodded to his colleague who was on guard, watched him salute and walk away, completing a new round of guard change.

He walked straight into the prison, and at the door of the innermost cell, he saw the only prisoner, the blond Sarkaz General, through the surveillance window.

"Manfred, what a mess."

The soldier spoke, and actually called Manfred by his name. This shocked the blond Sarkaz in the cell, who had been unwilling to even raise his head. He stood up in surprise, pressed against the iron door, and looked at the backlit figure.

"you are?"

The heavily armored soldier in front of him dissolved like slime, reconstructed, and finally turned into a short, gloomy young man with green hair.

"The King of Shapeshifters!" Manfred exclaimed, "You... actually have your own clone in Leitania?"

"I've been everywhere. I don't mind playing the role of a rat in a gutter or a noble in a moving city. Why are you so surprised?" The King of Shapeshifters said uninterested, "Tracy was right to let me follow you. Otherwise, you would have caused him a lot of trouble."

"I..." Manfred's expression suddenly darkened when he mentioned Tracys, "I'm sorry, General."

"Go talk to him about this. I'm too lazy to listen." The King of Shapeshifters glanced outside the cell, stretched out his hand, and his slender white index finger suddenly turned into a key, which was inserted into the door of the cell, opening the heavy iron door easily.

This iron door is not as easy to open as imagined. It is made of materials that inhibit Originium skills, and is equipped with counter-spells and strict mechanism designs. However, the abilities of the King of Shapeshifters are not considered Originium skills, and the mucus can also perfectly match the shape of the key.

Manfred walked out of the cell. The King of Shapeshifters only glanced at him briefly, then changed into his appearance, with the same voice, accent, and tone as before. He said:

"I'll go out first, and you can find a chance to leave. I don't need to teach you this."

Manfred nodded immediately: "Understood."

Volume 1: Chapter 236 The Future!

Leitania, the voice of the Queen.

The Elector Emperor's ascension to the Voice of the Queen was shocking enough, but what was even more shocking was that just a few days later, the Voice of the Queen announced the decision to hold an emergency Imperial Conference.

The full name of the Emergency Imperial Conference is the Imperial Conference of the Emperor and the Electors of the Leitanian Empire. In the Leitanian social system, although the Emperor and the Electors are in a vassal relationship, each Elector and the subordinate nobles have a high degree of autonomy in their own territories. Even the Emperor cannot interfere excessively under normal circumstances. If he encounters relevant matters, he needs to issue orders to the local nobles in a formal form and solve them according to the process.

But there are always exceptions. The emperor could not sit idly by and watch his authority being so severely restricted and weakened. Therefore, in addition to the normal imperial conference, the former emperor of Leithania also issued the "Emergency Conference Act", declaring that the emperor of the empire has the right to convene an emergency imperial conference in extraordinary times to pass certain proposals that are not suitable for discussion at the imperial conference, or to deal with certain emergencies.

Although there is such a bill, it is naturally impossible to hold an emergency imperial meeting whenever one wants.

In the past hundred years, the Emergency Imperial Conference was only held three times. The first time was when Iberia in the Golden Age sent an invincible fleet to attack Leitania. The second time was when the Leitania-Gallic War broke out and the Witch King declared war on Gaul. The third time was when the Twin Queens defeated the Witch King and the imperial scepter changed hands. These three events were highly related to the fate and even the survival of Leitania, which was enough to show the value of the Emergency Imperial Conference.

It has only been more than ten years since the last emergency imperial meeting to overthrow the Witch King, but the news that the fourth emergency imperial meeting is about to be held has spread like wildfire. This is enough to cause a stir in Violet City, which has just experienced a change.

"What did Her Majesty see in Violet?"

"What was discovered during the time Teutonic and Empress were missing?"

"Is the upcoming summit meeting with Casimir authorized by the Queen related to this matter?"

The Electors, who had begun to gradually move closer to Violet City or were already close to the position of the Queen's Voice because of the disappearances, questioned their intelligence departments countless times, but no one could get a truly accurate answer.

With a suspicious temperament, a meeting attended not by representatives but by the seven electors themselves and chaired by the White Queen herself officially began at the core of the Queen's Voice.

[Everyone, we are gathered here to discuss not the distribution of interests, nor the conflict between one adult and another, nor the relationship with any core circle country.]

[The past is not over, but the future has arrived. The real test for all of Terra has just begun. Before the meeting begins, everyone, I hope you will look towards the place you have never cast a glance at. ]

[Look at the ocean, look at the tundra, look at the Originium, look at the sky and even farther away beyond the sky. ]

【Then you will understand that what we are going to discuss is the fate of this world! 】

——Excerpt from the archive "Into Terraletania - The Queen in Transformation"

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Casimir, Kavaleraki, the streets full of lights and feasting.

The tall blond man raised his arm and adjusted the plain black tie around his neck. The light blue and white shirt could not hide his muscular and upright figure, so he covered it with the black suit draped over his other arm.

His expression was full of fatigue and impatience, and he was still muttering something as if cursing a blue-haired man who was not present this time, but he continued to look at the watch on his wrist, and his running steps did not stop at all, and even gradually quickened with the movement of the hour hand.

He was on his way to a meeting, an unexpected yet reasonable meeting.

If Roy's horrifying words were not meant to deceive him, then this meeting would have been held sooner or later. But he didn't expect it to come so soon, and even picked a late night on a weekend, forcing him to get up again from the endless paperwork and the bed he had just laid down to rest, and run to the hearing hall of the National Assembly.

Frankly speaking, he didn't know what the outcome of this meeting would be. The Terrans were clearly not ready yet, and when he selectively informed Grand Knight Russell of some of the information he had obtained from Roy, he read more suspicion and disbelief from that person's expression, rather than seriousness and thought.

This is enough to explain a lot.

After squeezing through the revelers who were holding a street knight competition on the side of the street, he finally stood in front of this solemn building. The National Council building was a rare building in the territory of the Grand Knights that was built and decorated in a classical style. According to a spokesman for the Chamber of Commerce, it symbolized "the history and heritage of this city and this country." However, he did not think that a place built only for tourists to pay to take pictures had any cultural atmosphere, just as he did not think that the current Casimir had any relationship with the past Casimir.

The security guards standing in front of the National Assembly noticed him, and the civilian staff immediately came forward respectfully, ushering in this person who now holds a very important position in the political world of Casimir:

"Mr. Manna, come this way. The main entrance is closed. The representatives are waiting for you on the third floor."

Mainna glanced at the name tag of the man in front of him. Markowitz was the name of the well-dressed man. He nodded and followed Markowitz into the National Assembly. The civil servant kindly pressed the elevator for him and watched him board the "last journey" to the meeting.

A moment later, a cordon was officially erected at the main entrance of the National Council, blocking all reporters and citizens who had heard the news outside. The current leader of the Helmetless Alliance, Platinum - Sintelaia, who was reorganized by the Chamber of Commerce, led his men to officially seal off the scene.

Mahenna pushed open the door of the hearing hall.

Sitting on the left were the representatives of the Joint Meeting of Directors of the Casimir Business Association, Rose Newspaper's [Reporter] Kane and Originium Cloud Daily Products' [Hunter] Aleister. Sitting on the right were the representatives of the Casimir Supervisory Council [Grand Knight] Russell, and his seat. The seat in the middle was vacant, because there was no one who claimed the title of King of Casimir anymore. No one was qualified to preside over this meeting.

As soon as Mayenna sat down, the Grand Knight Commander's resounding voice rang out beside him:

"Well, now that all the representatives are here, I declare this meeting officially open."

"The reason for this meeting is that Leitania provided us with a detailed discussion and evidence catalogue on the Four Crises. Based on its content, we have to admit a shocking fact."

Russell glanced at Mayenna beside him and continued,

“So, the content of this meeting is: the future!”

PS: There is still

Volume 1: Chapter 237 Dorothy Calls

Columbia, Trimont, Rhine Life.

Roy misjudged the time. Rhine Life was established much earlier than he expected. Even its official commercialization and the attraction of many scientists were not until 1085, a full 10 years from today.

Although Dorothy had not officially joined Rhine Life Science and become the director of a department as Roy had expected, years of news publicity and knowledge cultivation had made her regard joining Rhine Life Science in the future as a major life goal. Roy's initial plan of "If Rhine has not been established yet, let Dorothy bring funds to be an angel investor" had failed before it even started.

But even though the plan had some deviations from the beginning, the final result was still not bad.

Dorothy, who was born as a civilian, was not as popular as other scientists in Trimont. Even after she joined Rhine and became the director of the Originium Technology Application Department, her research funds were often insufficient, let alone now. The funds from the treasure of Dishui Village invested by Roy allowed Dorothy to restart many projects that she thought were full of hope and prospects, but had to be temporarily cancelled due to research difficulties and funding problems. The results she achieved in these projects are undoubtedly more attractive to large companies like Rhine Life than those achieved by basic research conducted to please investors and obtain funds.

So much so that when Yara, the director of the Human Resources Department of Rhine Life, formally found Dorothy, she was surprised from the bottom of her heart, because at that time Dorothy had basically turned down all research for the purpose of obtaining funds, and devoted herself wholeheartedly to those research projects that she thought were too advanced and she didn't understand them at all. And her research funding source was completely dependent on regular remittances from a Casimir account.

To put it bluntly, Yara even felt that Dorothy's living conditions were no different from those popular stars in Lankawu who were kept by big capitalists or nobles. Both of them pinned their hopes of life entirely on another person, and Dorothy's condition might even be worse than those kept female stars. Those female stars and capitalists only engaged in physical transactions. At worst, even if they were abandoned, they could still find ordinary people to take over, and it would not be difficult to just survive. But what about Dorothy? She has not yet achieved any results in her current research. If the funding chain is interrupted, it will be almost impossible for her to find a kind person to take over these half-finished research. Moreover, judging from her condition, she obviously "enjoys" this way of research. It is hard to imagine how much of a blow she would suffer if the other party stopped providing.

"Dorothy, aren't you suspicious? This approach of not asking for anything and just wanting you to give them money to do research." Yara said with genuine concern.

"Doubt?" Dorothy's ears pricked up, as if she was surprised by Yara's question. "Doubt what?"

She said excitedly: "The person who invested in me always told me that he was looking forward to seeing my work! My research is almost completed, and I am willing to give him my life's work. Why should I doubt such a relationship?"

Yara didn't know how to answer for a moment. She couldn't understand why Dorothy thought that there were people in this world who were willing to invest unimaginable amounts of money in a dream with no prospect of results. She couldn't understand why such people actually existed and actually invested money in Dorothy.

They had never even met! Wasn't that idiot rich man afraid that Dorothy was a liar and would run away with the money?

To put it more outrageously, Yara felt that even if that man spent a fortune for the beauty of the Zarak female scientist, she could barely accept the fact that he was rich and willful. The key point is... the key point is that she has confirmed countless times that the investor really doesn't want anything.

"never mind."

Covering her forehead to make sure she didn't have a fever or hallucinations, Yara turned her attention back to her mission. She opened her bright-colored branded leather bag, took out a recruitment contract with the Rhine Life logo, and handed it to Dorothy.

"Miss Dorothy, are you interested in working for Rhine Life?"

She should have followed this opening statement with a long and detailed introduction to the employment conditions and advantages of Rhine Life, but she didn't. Because she didn't think that the material conditions she offered, such as insurance and research funding, could exceed Dorothy's current situation. So, after repeated consideration, she said,

“At Rhine Life Sciences, you can meet more people who share the same ideals as you, more people who look forward to your scientific achievements, and more people who are creating the future.”

“Just like my investor, sir?”

Dorothy's eyes sparkled.

Yara forced herself not to avoid Dorothy's eyes and nodded awkwardly: "We are similar, but we should seek common ground while reserving differences."

She couldn't guarantee that Justin from the Business Department was as wealthy as the mysterious investor. If she did, the first resignation letter she would receive tomorrow would probably be from Justin.

"Um....I need to think about it, okay?"

Dorothy thought for a moment and nodded.

Yara nodded as a matter of course:

"Of course, this is your right. You can call me on this number within a week. I look forward to seeing you at Rhine Life."

After writing a personal number on the back of the business card, Yara and Dorothy exchanged a few more pleasantries before returning to Rhine Life.

Dorothy stayed alone in the laboratory and did not restart the experiment immediately. Instead, she returned to her messy and cluttered desk, opened the drawer, and carefully took out another piece of paper that had obviously been carefully preserved.

There is also a phone number written on it.

This was her investor's phone number, from their first and only voice call.

She dialed the phone nervously. It beeped, and after a while, Roy's puzzled voice came from the other end:

"Hello, who is it?"

"Hello, this is Dorothy's Laboratory, I'm Dorothy Franks."

Roy, who was wondering why a completely unfamiliar foreign number called in, immediately reacted and nodded:

"Ms. Dorothy, long time no see. How is your research going? Are you short of funds? I'll arrange for someone to call you."

"No... no." Dorothy took several deep breaths in succession, and finally suppressed her inner restlessness and joy, and said, "Mr. Roy, Rhine Life has invited me. Should I join?"

Rhine Life?

The invitation came earlier than expected. Is it because of me that Dorothy's research progress was accelerated and Christen noticed it in advance?

Roy thought about it and replied:

"If you want, of course."

"But, Dorothy, if you join RhineLife, be sure to keep an eye out for Ferdinand Clooney and Christen Wright."