People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"And the Steam Knights have in fact become the last resort of the royalists. Of course, my unfounded statement will not convince the public."

She stretched out her hand, and the adjutant in a grey hat beside her immediately handed over a document. The Duke of Caster generously placed it on the table and allowed it to be circulated to every grand duke present.

"This is a letter of appointment from the Londinium City Council. It is not us loyal dukes who want to eradicate the Steam Knights and abolish this ancient system, but rather the nobles of the capital who are well protected by the Steam Knights."

Kent got the document.

The signature of the Speaker of the Londinium City Council and the seal of the council were clearly visible, and Caster would not have made such a clumsy forgery in such an obvious place.

He swallowed. His mind was in a mess, and his heart was in disbelief.

What is this? If the noble members of the Londinium City Council had not relied on the protection of the Steam Knights, how could they have blatantly occupied the city and issued the decree refusing the grand dukes to enter the city?

Now, they have turned against each other and are about to stab their protectors in the back?

Kent never underestimated the bottom line of the nobles and parliamentarians, but the historical spectacle of human morality created by the combination of the two still shocked his eyes.

"As for the publicity issue you mentioned, Mr. Kent, we have already discussed this matter yesterday."

The Duke of Caister continued confidently.

Blocking of propaganda outlets!

Kent immediately realized what Caster meant, which was to completely block all the channels for the royalists to speak out. The bill he voted for yesterday was not aimed at the royalists who had already declined to the point where they could not cause any waves, but at the Steam Knights who were about to be "judged" as royalists!

Furthermore, the Duke of Caister is using this method to blatantly eliminate dissidents!

As long as he didn't like someone, he would pull together his group of vassal nobles and label that person and his forces as despicable royalists. Then he would legally and reasonably block their channels of speaking out, prove their guilt, and finally carry out sanctions and crusades in a fair and just manner!

Such a familiar operation. If Ernst were here, he would definitely shout: "Oh my god, beautiful!"

Kent's lips moved, and some remarks about the Son of the Beach were about to come out of his mouth, but he swallowed them back.

He had to think about Ampherisse, about Delphine.

Although given Anfilis's personality, if she had come to the meeting, she would have blown an ashtray into Caster's face by now.

"Do you have any other questions?"

Caister asked very politely.

Kent could only look away, and finally said with all his strength:

"The Steam Knights are not sculptures. They won't wait for you... We go and demolish them. Abolishing them will inevitably be accompanied by bloodshed. Who do you plan to send up?"

"Are there really any soldiers in Victoria who are willing to attack the Steam Knights they have admired since childhood?"

"Yes." Duke Godotin burped and laughed, "Not to mention idols, even close friends and siblings can be included, but they require...haha, extra money~"

"Duke Godotin, please be serious." Duke Caister said coldly, as if he was blaming her, "Please rest assured, as the country's current role model, we will certainly not let the lives of our loyal soldiers be wasted on such things. We have found someone who is willing to take on this mission."

"Who?" Kent asked.

The Duke of Caister turned around and clapped his hands.

The heavy door of the conference room was pushed open by a white-horned Sarkaz wearing a black robe and a dragon-like face, holding a dead wood sword. The burly and majestic armored figure walked out of the shadows into the light.

The Duke of Caster introduced it to everyone.

"Tressis, the current leader of the Sarkaz."

Chapter 91: A Small Gift of Tens of Millions

Kent eventually signed the agreement.

Although he was extremely unwilling, although his conscience was madly torturing his body, and although his instinct as a noble kept reminding him that he had done nothing wrong, and no one would blame him for it.

But he still felt depressed.

The storm that had been lingering over Londinium had somehow weighed on everyone's mind.

"Let's go back."

After returning to the resting place, Kent immediately expressed his desire to return to his adjutant.

The Duke's secret meeting has not yet ended, and Duke Caster has also promised that after the secret meeting, he will hold a month-long gathering for the distinguished guests who attended the meeting to discuss national affairs.

But Kent had no desire to participate.

He didn't know what disgusting things the gossiping woman would discuss tomorrow, and he didn't want to attend a party where he would have to greet her with a smile. If possible, he really wanted to carry out Amphillis's instructions before she left.

"Give that arrogant woman a good beating!"

Although they hadn't seen each other for more than a month, Kent had never missed Lien Carden's breeze so much. Amphillis's face and voice appeared in his ears, and Kent felt a long-lost sense of comfort.

He knew that now was not the time to continue to go along with Caister, he had to return to Liencarden immediately and inform His Excellency the Duke of Windermere of everything that had happened in Londinium. Only in this way could he give her the most time to deal with the coming storm.

Sarkaz entered Londinium with the permission of the Grand Duke and the Parliament, and is about to abolish the Steam Knight system. The Duke of Kast has the microphone of public opinion, and her ambition is already obvious!

Who will be her next target?

The Grand Dukes had already acquiesced to the occurrence of this incident. This was another motion that had been decided and was just a formality. Otherwise, Kent would not be the only one to raise doubts at the meeting.

After the Steam Knights were abolished, in order to further establish his authority, the Duke of Windermere, who was at odds with the Duke of Castor, was destined to be in an extremely embarrassing situation.

He would have to warn Amphilise.

Kent's eyes, which had been drowsy in recent days, gradually regained their former sharpness.

Now that the Duke of Caister has excluded Windermere from their little group, now that they have put the Duke's interests above Victoria, now that they may be detrimental to Amphillis Windermere and the entire Duchy.

Then Kent will not sit idly by.

There is a saying that is very good:

When the other party may attack, sanction, or even use force against you as a royalist.

You better really be.

The adjutant followed the fine tradition of Windermere's soldiers. Without asking any questions, he saluted and quickly ran out of the room to inform Windermere's delegation to prepare to set off.

Kent stood in front of the window and took a last look at the towering Shard. He heard the dull sound of the bell tower. The bells that used to be sacred and solemn now seemed to carry some kind of sadness and grief.

...........

"Your Excellency, the Windermere delegation is gathering and preparing to leave Londinium."

The man in the gray hat knelt down in front of the Duke of Caster. The graceful woman took a sip of the black tea in the cup, looked in the direction of the distant bell, and asked casually:

"What do you think when you hear the bells of Londinium?"

The man in the grey hat remained silent and made no answer.

Duke Caister shook his head in boredom and said slowly and meaningfully:

"Old, decayed, powerful on the outside but weak on the inside."

"Looking forward to someone more energetic to push its firing pin."

She sighed:

"Unfortunately, the person who holds the firing pin now will not so easily agree to hand over his job to more talented hands."

"It's a pity that it was him who came. And not that Windermere."

"Otherwise, the 'retirement ceremony' I arranged should be more grand."

The man in the grey hat nodded in understanding and left the Duke of Caster's room.

...........

Victoria, Wilderness.

A week had passed since Kent led the Windermere delegation to leave without saying goodbye. Now, this small convoy was traveling in the uninhabited wilderness.

There are many such places on Terra, which are located between the orbits of several mobile cities, but due to various factors have not been included in the orbits of any mobile city. In the end, they became uninhabited but belonged to the "legal boundaries" within Victoria.

They were already a long way from Londinium.

The City of Ten Thousand Cities, the greatest mobile metropolis after Lingones, was now nowhere to be seen. It was supposed to be a month's journey to Liencarden, but with Kent's acceleration, it was only half a month away.

Everything seems to be moving in the right direction.

The only downside was that Kent was sick.

Perhaps the long journey day and night destroyed his health, or perhaps the seeds of disease had been planted in Londinium. In short, in the uninhabited wilderness, Kent had fallen into a semi-comatose state.

Of course, there were military doctors in the accompanying delegation. In Terra, where accidents could happen at any time, doctors and nobles were inseparable friends. But no matter how good a doctor was, he couldn't cure a heart disease.

If a person has not had a good night's sleep for more than ten days or even a month, and is worried all the time, even a small fall can cost him his life, not to mention such a high-intensity ride.

When he was awake, Kent forced himself to fall asleep, but when he wanted to close his eyes, Kent had to force himself to stay awake. The doctor's medication could alleviate his insomnia, but it could not stop his thoughts and worries, as well as the guilt in his heart.

He personally signed the agreement to let the devil kill the hero, he deserves to go to hell.

He suddenly understood why Amphillis didn't let him step to the front at the beginning to manage the Duchy of Windermere with him and deal with the other grand dukes.

As the second son of an earl, he had never received any proper aristocratic education. He only won the heart of the Duke of Windermere with his recklessness and eccentricity. For this dirty circle, he was still a little too innocent.

"call--"

He let out a long breath and felt his throat starting to leak some air.

Hearing his voice, the military doctor who had been inseparable from him for some time immediately opened his eyes with dark circles under them and asked with concern:

"Lord Kent, are you feeling unwell?"

I feel uncomfortable everywhere. To be honest, can mental illness really make people so miserable?

Kent did not say these discouraging words. He pulled himself together, smiled and shook his head:

"It's okay. I feel much better."

He paused, took a breath, and continued,

"Can you get me some paper and a pen? I want to write a letter to Amphillis and Delphine."

The military doctor opened his mouth, as if he realized something, but looking at Kent's stubborn eyes, his soldier's obedient nature still took over. He nodded, stopped the convoy, and got out of the car.

Kent watched his back as he walked forward, and cast his bored gaze towards the endless wasteland.

The earth was about to swallow up his tiny life. He could only hope that Victoria could struggle a little longer.

"Ok?"

Something seemed to have happened in front of the convoy, and the noisy sound gradually came from the back.

Kent frowned slightly, straightened up, pushed open the car door, staggered out of the car, and walked towards the front of the convoy.

He was somewhat worried that he might have encountered wilderness bandits or the madmen of Rusty Hammer. If a battle broke out, he, as the commander, must go to the front line in person no matter how difficult it was - this was the commandment of Windermere.

Although it sounds like a rule that is prone to "accidents".

But unexpectedly, Kent ran into a returning military doctor and several soldiers in familiar uniforms halfway.

"Sword Guards? Why are you here? Is there something wrong with Amphillis?"

Kent asked immediately, even regaining some of his spirit.

But the sword guards just shook their heads and explained: "The Duke asked us to come. We are here to take you home."

"The Duke received Miss Delphine's reminder that you were in danger in Londinium, so he immediately sent us to Londinium along the main road. We met your team here. According to the time calculation, the Duke's secret meeting should not have ended yet."

"The lady's information is correct."

"Devion..." Kent's lips opened and closed as he silently uttered the name.

He knew very well that how could Daphne, who was isolated from the world in Kjerag and whose messenger was also someone Kent knew well, be able to obtain information about Londinium?

The person who actually passed the information through Daifen was probably Ernst!

Only he has the ability to look beyond Kjerag.

Kent was not imagining what he said. Ernst had been paying attention to Victoria for a long time. The last bloodline of King Aslan was now under his command. If he said that he didn't pay attention to Victoria's affairs and had no information about Victoria, do you believe it yourself?

Sure enough, the cooperation with Ernst, the darling of the giant beast, was the most successful diplomatic action in his life.

The gift is small, but the sentiment is great. With only a few tens of millions of yuan in small gifts, I won his favor. Is there any more cost-effective deal than this?