People in Terra, governing a weird little country

This was a fellow who could even make the dead work. Even though the Duke of Wellington's moral standards could not be considered very high, in his opinion, a person who could use this kind of magic without any psychological pressure and even happily had too extreme ideological and moral concepts.

He didn't want to wake up one day and find that all that was left of Gastril was the embers of purple fire in his eye sockets.

After taking the letter, the Duke of Wellington glanced at it briefly and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh no, he thought it was just a small matter, but it turned out to be the Sarkaz inviting him to cooperate.

However, the Sarkaz who occupied Londinium dared to seek support from a Grand Duke of Victoria, the famous Iron Duke?

Just like Abrana said, it is indeed very interesting.

A great figure has emerged among the Sarkaz.

The Duke of Wellington would be very happy to see Londinium become more chaotic, so as to attract more attention from the old woman Caister, ensure that he and Shenchi have more stable and long-term development time, and incite more Tara people.

In fact, he would be happy to see Duke Caister fail.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Let's get in touch with them. If there is a possibility of cooperation, I don't think Shen Chi will mind." The Duke of Wellington folded the letter and looked at Abrana.

Abrana's expression changed slightly, as if she hadn't heard clearly, and she confirmed: "Deep pool?"

"Deep Pool." The Duke of Wellington said lightly.

He wouldn't be stupid enough to directly link the Sarkaz with the Duke of Wellington.

No matter what the future holds, he is still the Grand Duke of Victoria in name only, and the Sarkaz, no matter how they deny it now, will definitely be identified as enemies who occupy Victoria in the future.

The Duke of Wellington did not think that the Sarkaz had the strength to fight against the Grand Duke of Victoria. They were a group of ants that would be destroyed sooner or later. They could cause some trouble for Caister, and the Duke of Wellington was happy to see it happen, but wanted to climb his high branch?

It would be of no benefit to the Duke of Wellington to have anything to do with them.

The only one who could be associated with those unwelcome demons was Shen Chi.

After all, "Deep Pool", as a symbolic product of extreme Taraism, is an organization that is destined to be eliminated after its mission is accomplished, so that the rulers can draw a clear line between themselves and the extremist forces.

The corners of Abrana's mouth twitched.

Of course, this was not because her Deep Pool was used as cannon fodder by the Duke of Wellington.

She didn't care that much about Deep Pool, even though it was an organization she had built and even though everyone in it regarded her as the leader.

She just hated the feeling of being arranged by others.

Abrana's pride reached the point of being spoiled. The last adoptive father, the Earl of Warwick, the "Song of the Ancients", who dared to boss her around like this, was given an "open-hearted" package by her personally!

But she also knew how to be patient, knowing that the Duke of Wellington was her and Deep Pool's biggest backer today, and the biggest supporter of her vision of realizing the Kingdom of Tara.

The power of the Grand Duke was something she could not contend with for the time being. Now that they had the same goal, she could only "seek common ground while reserving differences" for the time being.

Swallowing her breath silently, Abrana nodded to the Duke of Wellington and walked out the door.

However, before she could leave, there was another knock on the door.

Another messenger pushed open the door with the permission of the Duke of Wellington, bringing an unexpected news.

"Your Excellency the Duke of Wellington, the leader of Kjerag wishes to enter your territory for a friendly visit and hold a job fair in your territory."

The Duke of Wellington and Abrana looked at each other, with some doubts in their eyes.

The first thing, of course, is to recall what Kjerag is and where he is.

Secondly, there is doubt. In the eyes of Victorian nobles, the Grey Hat intelligence network of the Duke of Castor is impenetrable, but in fact, the Grey Hat has never been able to truly penetrate the Duke of Wellington's territory. On the contrary, the Duke of Wellington can even obtain a lot of intelligence within the jurisdiction of the Duke of Castor.

He happened to know something about Kjerag.

Kast seemed to be quite interested in Kjerag, and she seemed to have secretly funded a Kjerag noble and helped him secretly train an army.

The Duke of Caster did not even try to hide these little tricks, and any Grand Duke of Victoria who wanted to investigate would know about them.

It can almost be said that apart from the official announcement, all semi-public means were used to announce that Kjerag belonged to his sphere of influence.

At this time, a "leader of Kjerag" was going to visit his territory?

interesting.

Wellington was in a much better mood:

"That woman, Caister, claims to be smart and has everything under control, but it seems she is not as strong as she claims."

Abramana rarely saw the Duke of Wellington smile even with those big beards.

"Let them come. I approve."

"Send my envoy to contact them. I can support anything that can make that woman uncomfortable."

"If necessary, I can also provide him with support. As long as he is willing to join me, I can help him eliminate the Kast faction in the country."

The messenger took note of the Duke of Wellington's words and then withdrew respectfully.

This time, Abrana looked at the Duke of Wellington and asked:

"Your Excellency the Duke, can I be your special envoy?"

The Duke of Wellington raised his eyebrows. After a brief silence, he smiled and nodded.

"Of course, Your Highness Abrana."

Chapter 119: No ghost, some Victorian jokes

"No ghost, some Victorian jokes."

The journey was extremely boring, as the scenery in the wasteland remained unchanged. Apart from the occasional calamity clouds seen in the distance, there was almost nothing noteworthy.

The natural disaster cloud is indeed a magnificent sight, especially at a relatively close distance, witnessing with one's own eyes the Originium dust that permeates the rolling thunder, reflecting the colorful colors under the sunlight. Anyone would utter the most sincere sigh at the end of their life:

"Fuck, Yuan!"

But most of the time, unless you are really tired of living, no one will take the initiative to approach a natural disaster in the making.

When he had nothing to do, Ernst would use his free time to answer some of the questions that Hintleya wanted to ask.

"Boss, the Duke of Windermere said that Londinium has been occupied by the Sarkaz. Isn't that the capital of Victoria? Why didn't they take it back?"

As soon as Xintelaiya opened her mouth, Jeston's expression changed instantly.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at Xinteleya's face full of disbelief.

What the hell? What did I hear? The Sarkaz took over Londinium? When did it happen? Why is there no news report about it?

Ernst replied:

"The reasons are complicated, but in my opinion, no matter what the reason is, it is a bit ridiculous that the capital of a country has been occupied and the local officials are still turning a blind eye. They didn't take any action at all. Maybe the Sarkaz are too strong."

what?

Jeston turned his head toward Ernst again.

Sarkaz are too strong? Are you kidding me? It's not like Jeston hasn't seen demons in Columbia before, but they all work at the bottom of society. Even if there are exceptions, they can't stay for long and will be replaced by others. If they are really strong, how could this happen?

To put it bluntly, these homeless freaks who are susceptible to mineralogy and have no country are not respected. How can the Prime Minister say that they are strong?

This is also Xinteleya’s question:

"How could that be? Aren't the grand dukes of Victoria very powerful? In the books I've read before, they all said that they were big men who drove high-speed battleships and had steam-breathing knights under their command. There was even a grand duke who destroyed the Gallic Empire!"

Ernst nodded. He knew these stories. Victoria's glorious past had indeed left a strong mark in Terra's history. Even reading those epics now would still deeply shock people.

But he also had to point out one thing, which is: "This is the Victoria of the past. And today's Victoria, his performance is indeed very bad in many aspects."

"Politically, the RIM Billiton fence incident is making a lot of noise. It is said that Eureka County is planning to become independent, establish the Eureka Autonomous State, and then join the RIM Billiton Mining Association."

"In terms of technology, the Victorian science community, which flourished decades ago and created steam-originite technology, has not released any new results worth seeing for decades. Instead, Columbia has overtaken it, and now it has left it far behind, even far ahead."

"In terms of military, the Sarkaz have occupied Londinium, but until now, let alone any response from the Grand Dukes, there hasn't even been a single report on the matter."

He spread his hands and complained,

"Of course, it's also possible that their response is to block this information."

He concluded: "Victoria's strength today only exists in the Duke's mouth and books. It is said to exist, but it has never been seen."

"They don't dare to attack Londinium easily. Who knows if they really think they can't win?"

Ernst wasn't just talking nonsense; it was the truth after all.

After Victoria destroyed Gaul, occupied the core circle, and gained hegemony over Terra, her performance in recent years has indeed been getting worse year by year.

Ernst was not sure whether the Grand Dukes had the ability to defeat the Sarkaz who were now entrenched in Londinium.

If they really united and fought in the name of Victoria, Ernst felt that the Sarkaz would definitely not be their match.

But if they were like they are now, with each duke claiming to be the legitimate Victorian and expelling each other's Victorian old Union Jack nationality, then Ernst could imagine the scene of the Reconquest of Londinium that might happen in the future.

The Sarkaz representative shouted from the city wall: "Which one of the following is Victoria's representative?"

Immediately, several or even dozens of people will respond in unison, shouting, “It is me!”

That scene was like shouting "handsome guy or beautiful girl" on the street. No matter who was shouting, these self-satisfied guys would definitely turn around and say "eh".

Ernst even suspected that if the Sarkaz said, "You guys fight, and I will only negotiate with the representatives of Victoria who win," they would really fight again under the city wall.

In a nutshell, don't underestimate Victoria's strength, and don't overestimate the Duke's strength.

“So, this is the importance of unity.”

Xinteleya nodded thoughtfully. She had been following Ernst for a long time, so she was no longer surprised by some of his sharp comments, but Jeston's worldview was completely refreshed.

Especially after listening to Ernst's analysis, he actually began to waver.

It seems that Victoria's business has not been very prosperous in recent years.

However, what concerned him more was that Prime Minister Ernst actually brought up such a thing directly?

This should be considered as a secret involving national strategy and international situation, right?

He looked incredible:

"This, this...shouldn't this content be top secret?"

Ernst glanced at him and asked in confusion:

"You mean everybody knows?"

He shook his head:

"That shouldn't be the case, right? I only came to this conclusion after chatting with the Duke of Windermere for a while."

Jeston was stunned: "Duke of Windermere? But... didn't you just say that Duke of Windermere also denied the news that the Sarkaz occupied Londinium?"

"The first law of Victorian politics is that only things that are officially denied are credible," Ernst replied.

Jeston opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He felt that his three views had been severely impacted.

Unfortunately, there was not even a moment to reshape their outlook on life, as the Leinster County quarantine channel immediately arrived on the battlefield.

...........

"Welcome to the representatives of Kjerag to Leinster. I extend to you all the warmest greetings from the Duke of Victoria Wellington."

The high frequency of wagging of the tail revealed that the girl who called herself Abrana was extremely nervous.

Looking at Ernst and the other two walking out of the quarantine passage, she took the initiative to step forward and introduce herself.

"I am the representative of the Duke of Wellington, La...Abrana. The Duke is currently on a grand tour around the entire duchy and cannot receive you in person. I will be responsible for coordinating your arrangements for the next period of time."

"And me." Filin, who had light green shoulder-length hair and a smile that made people want to teach her a lesson, introduced herself, "Ahmoni."

After she finished speaking, she pointed at the indifferent little guy beside her, Feilin.

"And this one, Miss Mandela."

"Three people?" Ernst blinked in surprise.

Including the trip to Colombia that just ended, he has been to three countries and visited many organizations.

When it comes to reception staff, the more people there are, the better. On the contrary, if there are too many people in charge of contact, the information may not be transparent due to various reasons, which will affect the evaluation of the person being received and what needs to be done.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, there is only one person directly responsible for contacting. For example, Wei Yanwu was the direct person who received Vina, and Ernst was the direct person who received the Duke of Windermere.

A "delegation" of three people like this means either the other party values ​​you very much, or they have other purposes.