People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Chapter 59 Kent: Don’t you know our daughter? She is the most obedient!

Victoria, Duchess of Windermere, Lyon Carden.

The Duchy of Windermere itself is located on the northeastern border of Victoria, and Lyingarden is located on the northeastern border of the Duchy of Windermere. The waterway of this mobile city is always close to the territory of Leithania, like a cold-blooded venomous snake watching the flesh and blood of Caprini, who is on high alert not far away, or like a lion patrolling its vast territory all the time.

This is Victoria's military stronghold and the most important mobile city in the Duchy of Windermere. When these descriptions and the name of Liencarden appear in people's ears, people often think of a strict and daunting mobile fortress.

This is part of Lien Carden, but not all of it.

For Delphine and Kent, and even for Duke of Windermere herself, it was a different picture.

This scene includes the rippling water in a lake on a summer night, the ever-eccentric yet lush trees by the lake, the misty drizzle under the autumn moon, the city walking through the rain covered with a hazy veil by the water vapor rising from the ground, the woodlands in the distance, the late-returning winged beasts returning to their nests at the call of the children, and all is silent, leaving only leisure and tranquility.

The warm spring breeze will bring the distant and beautiful music of Leitania, and the silvery white snowflakes of winter will bury the blood shed by those who guard the border all year, and turn it into flowers blooming on the land next year.

To them, and to many people living on this moving city, there is only one name.

"Long time no see, home!"

"You weren't gone long, Ken."

Looking at Kent Windermere who walked into the headquarters alone, Amphillis's face, which could be described as stern, showed a gentle smile in contradiction:

"Daifien has arranged it?"

"Yeah." Kent nodded and said meaningfully, "I gained a lot of surprises on this trip."

Amphillis smiled and asked, "Want to share it with me?"

"Of course, only with you." Kent emphasized the pronunciation of a certain word.

Amphillis nodded to the guards around her in understanding. The Windermere family's carefully trained sword guards firmly carried out every order of the Duke and never asked why.

The headquarters soon fell into a temporary stagnation. Amphillis looked at Kent, her face becoming serious again:

"What happened, Ken?"

"Your Excellency. Good news and bad news."

"Listen first."

Kent paused and said, "Daifien is safe."

Ampherise Windermere's heart suddenly relaxed. Her tense face and muscles visibly relaxed a little:

"There's no better news than this, Ken."

"She is even safer than you can imagine." Kent said, "Kjerag's legend is true. That country in the snowy mountains is really blessed by a god (a giant beast). And unlike his compatriots who left records in Victoria, Kjerag's giant beast is extremely active and even shows an extreme kindness to humans that is completely different from his companions."

"What?" Ampheris propped herself up with her hands and sat up straight. "A giant beast is kind to humans? Ken, if this is a joke, then you have really learned the essence of Leitania's humor."

German humor is a joke in itself, and those who understand it will understand it.

But Kent shook his head firmly. "It's true. Amphillis, I also think this is simply a fantasy, but it is true. I even witnessed with my own eyes that the Prime Minister of the Kjerag government, their [Holy Son], communicated with their gods and used divine power to save three poor people who were in disaster."

Amphillis was still a little skeptical: "How do you know that it wasn't a trick of the Originium Technique that was prepared from the beginning?"

Kent chuckled, revealing the essence of his Gallic humor and self-deprecation: "Because one of the three poor guys who were rescued was me, and the other one was our daughter."

Amphillis stood up suddenly, her tone already filled with anger: "What happened?"

"Let me finish telling you the good news first. Be patient, Amphillis."

Kent said slowly,

"That Prime Minister, Mr. Ernst, used the token given by the giant beast to communicate with it, and used the wind to pick up Daphne and me from the foot of the mountain, and safely sent us to his office. He also healed our injuries. No Originium skill can do this, not even Helhunzoron's."

Helhunzoron is the name of the Witch King. He is a man who once reached the pinnacle of the Originium Art as a mortal.

"I bought his promise for thirty million. Daphne will be under his protection in Kjerag, the protection of a spokesperson for the giant beast."

Anferlis's anger subsided a little, and she nodded approvingly: "The value of the beast can never be measured in money. Thirty million can buy the promise and protection of his spokesperson. Ken, your business ability is not inferior to that Normandy who calls himself a businessman. You have impressed me."

She paused, and asked again the question that concerned her so much:

"So what's the bad news? How did you and Daphne fall off the cliff?"

Kent's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he glanced at the empty command center and replied:

"There's a traitor in the command center."

Although Ampherice had expected this when Kent asked to talk to her alone, when the exact answer really came out of her husband's mouth, Ampherice still felt as if the fire in her chest was blown by a blower, burning even more fiercely.

"who?"

She didn't ask who did it, because if Kent was sure, he would have ordered the arrest of the spy as soon as he came back. There was no need for him to come to see her in person.

The reason why he showed up in person at the command center unharmed was simply for one thing - to alert the enemy!

And there was only one thing for Amphillis to consider.

Beat the dog, and find the dog owner and beat them together!

"The one who attacked us was a grey hat man. He was not very strong. I am not sure whether he was a real spy or had been lurking in the Dukedom of Windermere without being discovered. But since he was able to be placed in my guard team, this traitor must be in a high position."

Kent's expression was icy, and his spearhead was pointed directly at the core of the Duchy of Windermere.

"The enemy is in the General Staff!"

"Kaister!"

Ampherise Windermere sneered without any hesitation. If her anger and suspicion could be quantified by a dial, then at this moment, the pointer of the dial would definitely have reached the red line!

Paranoia is at its highest level, warning of a major purge!

Without any hesitation, Amphillis raised her foot and was about to walk out of the headquarters to summon the sword guards to show the staff what a heartbeat internal affairs department is. But before she took two steps, she was pulled back by Kent again. She couldn't help but ask with a little anger:

"What's wrong? Ken, I'm in a hurry to sharpen my sword."

"Wait, there's one more piece of news." Ken said.

Amphillis frowned: "Isn't it good news and bad news?"

Kent nodded and said, "Yes, but I am alone in this news, so it is difficult for me to judge whether it is good or bad."

Seeing his serious look, Anfeilis had to take a deep breath, temporarily suppress the heat in her chest, and said:

"Go ahead."

"I met someone." Kent said mysteriously.

Unfortunately, Amphillis ignored his Da Yan-style suspense: "Don't play tricks. Don't keep me in suspense. Be straightforward."

Ken could only shrug and confess: "I saw an Aslan."

"Daughter of Frederick III."

"Alexandrina Who Lived."

A moment of astonishment flashed across Ampherice Windermere's face, but more of it was incomprehension:

"Aslan is still heirless? Victoria still has a claimant to the throne in Kjerag?"

"You left our daughter there too, with a crown prince?"

Kent pressed his palms and said, "Don't worry. I have repeatedly told Daphne not to get close to or even meet that person. Don't you know our daughter? She has been obedient since she was young. Don't worry!"

"The reason I mentioned this news to you is to remind you that this news is only known to us for the time being."

"You and I both agree and believe that the current situation where the dukes are restraining each other is the best situation for Victoria's future."

"And if Duke Caister really starts to set his sights on the other Grand Dukes and is foolish enough to want to break the existing order."

His eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice:

"Amphillis, we have a card in our hand that is powerful enough to counter her!"

Chapter 60 May your soul rot in your body

Duchy of Caister, Duke's Palace.

The Duke of Caster always gives people the impression of being an elegant lady who is contented while smoking. She never shows any horrifying expression, and rarely uses force as a means of threatening others to force them to do things they don't want to do.

But this does not mean that she is not dangerous enough. In fact, as one of the most powerful grand dukes in Victoria, the Duke of Castor can be said to have single-handedly led the siege of the "Death Knell of the Empire" Duke of Wellington. She has no less than three vassals with the title of duke, and her true strength is recognized as the number one under Wellington.

It is precisely because her methods and abilities are so amazing that when people mention this duke, the first thing that comes to their mind is not the king's sister, not the glory of their ancestors, but her herself.

She has a group of hounds called "Grey Hats" under her command, who infiltrate the entire land of Victoria for her, hunting for all valuable intelligence and prey. Because of this, she is also the only Grand Duke who rarely appears in front of the stage but can grasp most of the intelligence of the entire Victoria.

Of course, the intelligence in the Duchy of Windermere is no exception.

"Your Excellency the Duke."

When the man in the gray top hat pushed the door open, Duke Caister already had a premonition. He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke from his mouth. In the swirling smoke, his sharp light green pupils conveyed a calm atmosphere.

"Go ahead."

"The mission in the Duchy of Windermere failed."

She nodded slightly. "Not a surprise. Where's our spy?"

"She died." The man in the gray hat said with a heavy tone.

Caister still showed no emotion, but asked as usual: "How was she discovered?"

Improving the spy's stealth capabilities is a long process, and the lessons learned from failure are the most valuable experience.

Every time a spy failed in his undercover mission and was killed, the Duke of Caster would order the Gray Hat to immediately summarize the lessons learned from the failure, find out the key to the problem, grasp the pain points of the industry, cultivate the blue ocean field, iterate the latest strategies, strive to occupy the leading position in the industry, monopolize technological updates, in order to achieve a far-leading level.

But this time, the man in the gray hat was silent for a moment, but shook his head with some sadness:

"She didn't find out who our spy was."

"She just rushed into the General Staff, forced everyone to identify each other, and then killed all the suspicious people. The charge she used was not espionage, but anti-corruption."

Gray Hat said somewhat awkwardly,

"You know, in order to gain connections, our spies will more or less make some arrangements. So when the interrogation began, she was immediately identified and killed."

Duke Caister frowned, looking like he wanted to say something but didn't know how to comment. After a while, she managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Can this still happen?"

Can't find the spy, so just map all the bad guys? The Duke of Windermere seems to be a bit too extreme.

Although if you really count, few of the Grand Duke's men are clean. It's not a big problem to get rid of them. It's nothing more than selecting another batch of people and training them again. With Windermere's iron-blooded military style, she can do it.

But to Kaster, this is somewhat unethical.

"Didn't any of the nobles who were killed resist?"

asked the Duke of Caister.

Gray Hat answered truthfully:

"According to the information sent back by the few remaining 'spies' in the Duke of Windermere, the operation was carried out very suddenly, and the Duke of Windermere was obviously prepared."

"After the General Staff was purged, she took over several noble branches. Then she quickly arranged for the branch nobles to take over the legacy of the main branch. Everyone was very satisfied with the spoils. No one objected if they were not satisfied."

What, you are not convinced? Can a dissatisfied person still speak?

The Duke of Caster glanced at the humorous man in the gray hat and nodded with difficulty.

Since he was able to do this, it means that the Duke of Windermere was not completely unprepared. This way of dealing with spies... is difficult to deal with, but it is indeed effective.

"It's so barbaric."

After making this final assessment, the Duke of Caster took another puff of cigarette. She didn't have an iron lung like the Tin Man, so she exhaled the cigarette after taking a puff, replenishing the smoke that had just dissipated, making her face hazy again.

"Besides that, the Duke of Windermere has sent a messenger."

Gray Hat continued. Caister tapped his pipe with his fingers:

"read."

The man in the gray hat took out the letter, hesitated for a moment, then coughed twice and read in a low voice:

"To the Duke of Castor, who should be sewn into a camel: