People in Terra, governing a weird little country

The Fire Demon Zafar turned his head slightly and met the face of the banshee who was smiling kindly and almost filled his entire field of vision:

"Where are you going, Mr. Enma?"

"You still have work to do, you can't rest now."

PS: This is a long chapter of 4500 words, good night brothers!

Chapter 311: Vina and Abrana's First Meeting

The Duke of Wellington's Legation Room, Kjerag Hotel.

Ahmonie knocked on Abrana's door:

"Your Highness Abrana, Mandela is outside the door looking for you."

There was silence inside the door for a moment, and then a slightly puzzled voice came out:

"Who?"

Ahmoni repeated helplessly: "Mandela. One of your followers."

"Oh." Abrana seemed to recall something and chuckled to herself, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten about her. I've been in Kjerag for so long, why did she only come to see me now?"

"She's quite busy. She has a proper job at Kjerag," Ahmoni said. "I'm a little embarrassed to say that among the three of us, I'm the worst."

Ahmoni didn't know why this happened. As an outstanding graduate of the Royal Victoria Guards College and classmate of Chen and Fiona (Bagpipe), her employment situation after graduation was obviously not as easy as that of Chen and Fiona.

Chen is an out-and-out second generation, with an incredibly powerful background. Longmen Governor Wei Yanwu is her uncle. She ranks high in the genealogy of the Great Yan True Dragon royal family. After returning to Longmen, she will not have to worry about finding a job.

She currently works at the Special Inspection Office of the Longmen Guard Bureau, and it seems that she rose to this position step by step from the bottom. But in more understandable terms, she could have been the director of the Guard Bureau from the beginning, but she just wanted to go to the grassroots to gain some experience.

Of course, this is not to say that this idea is bad. As a second-generation person, he has such awareness, and his upright character makes him a great man. However, his starting line is the finish line for many people, and his finish line is the horizon for countless people. This feeling can easily make people feel helpless and desperate.

The current Governor of Longmen, Wei Yanwu, is already old. He and his wife, Princess Wen Yue of Dongguo, have no children. Who will take the position of Governor of Longmen in the future?

The answer is self-evident. What else can we do? Are we really going to let a corrupt official take office?

Longmen is not like the provinces in Da Yan. The provinces do not have the ability to independently engage in foreign trade, print money, or even raise an army. Longmen is to Yan what the Electorate is to Leithania and the Dukedom is to Victoria. It is a vassal kingdom, or even more so.

Especially Wei Yanwu's identity. The current True Dragon is his younger brother. The country's name is still Yan, but the True Dragon's surname is not Wei!

As for Fiona, no, she should be called Bagpipe now. The strong physical fitness of the Vayvans allowed her to pass the assessment of the Storm Commando after graduation and become a member of the Victorian legendary force. If the Lion King was still there and Victoria was still stable, she could be said to have a bright future, but unfortunately...

However, recently, there was news that Duke Kast wanted to gather the Storm Commandos, and the captain of the Storm Commandos, the daughter of Count White Wolf, Miss Rita Scamander, followed Duke Kast himself and came to Kjerag as a guard.

She completed her mission well and saved the Duke of Caister's life, but unfortunately she failed to save his face.

But the power of the Duke of Castor should not be underestimated. If the Storm Commandos really submit to the Duke of Castor, as a special operations force with appeal, they may be regarded as a model by the Duke of Castor and be promoted and reused.

In comparison, Ahmonie's job search was much more difficult. She did not have any glorious bloodline inheritance, and her family did not serve under a certain Grand Duke. Tracing back, she did have some old Gaul blood, but unfortunately, she had no interest in restoring Gaul or Draco.

The Duke of Wellington's intelligence officer, this identity looks glamorous, but the filth behind it is simply unknown to outsiders.

Anyone who knows a little about the Duke's temperament knows that there is a reason why the Duke of Castor regards Wellington as his biggest opponent and even goes so far as to set up a siege against him.

He could ask Ernst, a foreign leader, to carry out terrorist attacks on his behalf without any shame, so there is no need to say more about the performance of his intelligence personnel.

Ahmoni was lucky. She was sent to the Deep Pool and became a member of the Deep Pool, and began to work as a double agent. This job was not easy. Ahmoni knew very well that every step she took was like walking on thin ice. No one knew whether she could reach the other side.

If possible, who doesn't want a more stable life and just get by?

Although Ahmoni felt emotional, she did not mean to belittle herself.

Everyone has their own dreams and their lives are wonderful. After going through one thrilling game after another and walking on the brink of life and death again and again, she has long been accustomed to this identity and everything it brings.

She still enjoyed dances, reading, and sparkling water, things that young Victorians liked, but that was a distant life, and at least for most of her life, she was working.

"Would you like to see her?"

Ahmoni turned her head slightly and glanced at Mandela, who was stopped at the door, pacing back and forth, looking a little uneasy, and asked Abrana.

Although she probably already knew the answer.

Abranak never opened the door.

"Forget it. I'll be thankful if she doesn't cause me any trouble."

"Deep Pool is no longer the violent organization that just started and needed to expand and fight rapidly. Our scale has reached a limit. If we continue to expand, I am afraid that old man Wellington will become suspicious and worried."

Ahmoni pursed her lips. She certainly knew what Abrana meant.

"But Mandela doesn't understand that."

This is the key.

"I sent her to Kjerag to make her quiet down for a while. What we need now is to lie low, bide our time, act according to the right moment, and wait for the right opportunity. This day won't be too long, but it won't be short either. If we continue to let her make trouble, it will only add more variables to us."

"Tell her to stay in Kjerag and keep an eye on my stupid sister. This is her only and most important task. Don't worry about the rest. She doesn't have to come back without my order."

"That's all. I'll continue reading. Ernst's novel is quite interesting. Why didn't she put it on display at the Expo? It's better than those weird statues."

Abrana gave her final instructions and the room fell silent again.

Ahmoni sighed slightly, turned around and walked towards the door.

Mandela, who couldn't wait any longer, wanted to squeeze in and asked impatiently:

"Ahmone! What did the leader say?"

"What else can the leader say?" Ahmoni's signature mocking smile appeared on her face again. The teasing voice made Mandela's eyebrows jump. "The leader asked you to go back and continue your mission."

"You left your post without permission, Mandela. Who gave you the courage to do this? Where is your discipline?"

"I..." Mandela choked, looked at the quiet room and the corridor without any sign of Abrana, and swallowed the curse words that were about to come out of her mouth, "I just want to come and see the leader, is that not possible?"

"A soldier on the battlefield wants to see his family, so he sneaks back to his hometown despite the fierce fighting on the front line. Do you think this is considered desertion?"

Ahmoni argued skillfully that this trick was enough to deal with Mandela.

"Her Highness Abrana asked you to stay in Kjerag and take care of Ravshini, so just do as she asks. When Her Highness needs you, she will naturally remember you and transfer you back. Or, Mandra, has your life in Kjerag given you some other ideas?"

Ahmoni narrowed her eyes:

"If that's the case, I can help you submit your resignation to the leader. You have made enough contributions to Shenchi, and the leader is magnanimous. It won't be difficult for him to let you leave in a dignified manner."

"how?"

"Ahmone!" The question was interrupted by an angry roar. Mandela's face turned red and he cursed through gritted teeth, "Are you humiliating me?"

I'm reminding you, reminding you that it's almost time for you to leave voluntarily.

Ahmonie calmly stared at the girl in front of her. Seeing that she was about to raise her staff, she sighed imperceptibly and shook her head:

"What a stupid fellow."

"I don't have the extra time to mess around with you here. If you don't have that idea, then go back to your post right now. Making a scene here will only attract unnecessary attention and bring shame to the leader."

What she said was also true. Abrana's identity could not be exposed for the time being, and Mandela was easily irritated and did not think twice, so she could easily cause trouble.

If we allow her to continue making noise here, it will attract the attention of other guests staying in the hotel and make them feel unnecessary curiosity and suspicion about this place, which would cause trouble.

In this occasion, none of these guests are ordinary people!

Cursing Mandela silently, Ahmoni took a step back and closed the door.

There was a clicking sound, and Mandela stood at the door with gritted teeth, sniffing a little aggrievedly.

She finally understood!

Her Highness Abrana has treacherous ministers around her!

This traitor is none other than Ahmoni! She actually questioned her loyalty to Shenchi and wanted her to leave Shenchi. What is this? This is excluding dissidents!

In the past, in Shen Chi, everyone was a family. We worked together enthusiastically to rob the caravan of Victorian nobles, and camped in the wilderness to help each other. The leader also often appeared to cheer everyone up. What about now?

Shen Chi has changed, with fewer leaders appearing. She is no longer comfortable as a cadre. Not only is she constrained in every way, but she can no longer rob or detain Victorian nobles as she pleases. She has to negotiate interests based on the circumstances.

It’s simply unreasonable!

This must be Ahmoni misleading and deceiving the leader! She must expose her true colors!

Mandela gritted her teeth and not only did not leave, but took a step forward and knocked on the door.

"Boom boom boom!"

"........"

"Dong dong dong——!"

"........"

"Boom!"

"Click."

The door finally opened again. This time, it was not Ahmoni who appeared in front of Mandela, but the leader she had been thinking about.

The tall Abrana looked down at the surprised Mandela, with undisguised indifference and hidden anger in her eyes.

She glanced at the corridor. Fortunately, it was daytime and most of the envoys were at the expo, so the noise Mandela made did not attract much attention.

Abrana then looked at Mandela.

"leader!"

Mandela tried to call out,

"Ahmoni she......"

"What Ahmoni said is my order."

Abbrana's voice, so cold that it seemed to have no emotion at all, slowly sounded,

"Are you dissatisfied with my order?"

"No... that's not what I meant. I just wanted to..."

"What are you thinking about?"

Abrana asked, with a sudden smile on her face.

"You want to go back to the Deep Pool, you want to join the battle, you don't want to stay in Kjerag anymore?"

Mandela's eyes lit up. Sure enough, the leader understood her thoughts. She nodded without hesitation:

"Correct!"

"I see. Haha, it's not like there's no chance."

"Mandela, do you want to go to Londinium?"

"The Sarkaz have now occupied the city. They defeated the Victorians. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. We need an envoy to contact our [friend]."

Envoy? Envoy again?

Mandela subconsciously had a bad premonition in her heart, but she did not doubt Abrana's order, but accepted it gladly:

"Of course, if that's the leader's order."

"Haha." Abrana smiled.

Since you will definitely obey my orders, why did you question my last order?

Is your loyalty to yourself or to me?

But it doesn't matter. It's not important anyway. With your personality, if you really go to Londinium, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to come back.

Goodbye? Never again.

"Well then..."

Before Abrana could say anything, a voice from the end of the corridor interrupted her:

"Mandela, you are here."

The blond Aslan appeared in the corridor and noticed Mandela standing at the door of the room and Abrana in the room, and was a little surprised.

"Are you Ravshine's sister?"

Vina asked curiously, she had always heard Ernst mention that Ravshini had a sister with a completely different personality and temperament, but this was the first time they had officially met.

After confessing her identity, she was arranged by Ernst to take a short break in order to avoid the most explosive wave of attention, and now, she has begun to fulfill her true duties as the [Foreign Minister].

These days, she has met quite a few guests as a Kjerag.

Vina's sudden appearance disrupted Abrana's plan. She pushed the door open completely, walked out of the room, looked Vina up and down, and finally stretched out her hand and smiled: