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In that case, why not make hiring Rhodes Island to conduct medical rounds a regular activity? This would not only appease the people to the greatest extent possible, but also maintain contact with Rhodes Island, and even save Luxembourg's already limited financial reserves. It can be said that it kills three birds with one stone.

After learning about Victor's idea, Kal'tsit immediately agreed to the request for long-term cooperation. She was eager to have more contact with Victor.

Although the current Victor was a far cry from the original Doctor, his mind was still as sharp as ever. Many of the questions that had puzzled Kal'tsit for a long time could be answered by Victor. Although some of the answers bordered on sophistry, as long as there was communication, they were definitely more reliable than her previous, reckless attempts.

Taking the opportunity to exchange ideas, Victoria also had a good time. Kal'tsit was very clear that the status of both parties was not equal now, so when seeking Victoria's help, she gradually acquiesced to Victoria's insolence.

And to be honest, although Victoria's movements were skilled and intense, Kelsey didn't dislike the feeling. She even occasionally released herself in Victoria's hands to relieve the huge amount of pressure accumulated in her heart.

Only then could Kal'tsit be almost certain of Victoria's identity, because that almost instinctive sense of security was something no one else could give her. Only when she was with 'The Doctor' and 'That Person' could she feel this relaxed.

However, due to some concerns or shyness, the two did not go further, but stopped at late-night private conversations and the comfort of hands, which made Victoria feel comfortable but also deeply regretful.

But it doesn't matter. Women are like fine wine, the older they get, the more flavorful they become. Although Victoria is not obsessed with age, he is not interested in young girls whose thinking is still immature and whose understanding of their own thoughts is not comprehensive.

Women like Kal'tsit and Kashena, who have both wisdom and beauty, can make him more intoxicated.

Of course, Miss Dorothy was an exception. As his secretary and wife, whom he had personally trained, he also poured a lot of affection and energy into her.

But then again, Rhodes Island's arrival is not necessarily a good thing for Victor. He and Luxembourg are actually in a slightly awkward position now, and Rhodes Island's arrival may indicate that things at Longmen may exceed Victor's expectations.

A simple question: Kal'tsit and the others arrived in Luxembourg on a small landship. Although small landships are convenient, fast, and safe, they have a small drawback.

That is, its range of action is not far. Kal'tsit and the land cruiser are in Luxembourg, which basically means that Rhodes Island is at the junction of Yan Country and Ursus.

There are no cities here and no way to get supplies, so why would a land-based aircraft carrier come here? For sightseeing?

Obviously, this was impossible, so their only destination could be the city of Che, which was also wandering in this wilderness.

In other words, although no substantial conflict broke out between the two sides during the Battle of Che Castle, driven by the international situation and public opinion of the infected, Rhodes Island decided to intervene in the actions of the Reunion Movement.

This will undoubtedly increase Victoria's planning pressure.

More importantly, the "signal" that Victoria had been waiting for so far did not appear, which forced him to propose military training through Alina and force the integration movement to pause.

As for what the "signal" Victoria mentioned was...

That is naturally his only shackle now, the Majesty hanging over his head.

Fyodor Vladimirovich.

Before confirming the intentions of His Majesty and the Congress, Victoria would not dare act rashly. There was only one Lungmen and one Checheng, and only one chance. If he couldn't seize this opportunity to drag the two countries into the quagmire of war, Victoria would have to devise a more long-term plan, something he absolutely could not accept.

Youth is so short. If it is all wasted on working hard to govern the country, who will make up for Victoria's indulgence in wine and women?

He works hard to enjoy life, not to be a dog for the top management of Ursus.

Therefore, this battle must be fought with caution, even more cautious than the comeback battle he fought in Norvinsk.

His only spies were the two ministers far away in Saint Castle and Kashena, who also longed to make further progress.

"Kasheina, ah Kasheina, whether you can seize this opportunity depends on you."

Saint Jun Castle, deep in the imperial palace.

Fyodor, whom Victoria had been thinking about, had been in a good mood recently, so good that he had already broken seven cups. Although his actions had increased the workload of the palace servants, Fyodor felt that he was not entirely to blame.

After all, who could have imagined that the ruler of a city would be overthrown by a group of infected, unable to even send a signal for help? Even more outrageous was that as soon as the news of the fall of Che City came in, the Uchiemon he had sent returned to Saint Steed Castle and told him that the funds Boris had applied for over the years had been used for "unknown purposes" and that there were numerous empty shells of weapons factories within Che City.

How could he not be angry? How could he not be furious? Should he be happy that those rebellious infected didn't have weapons of mass destruction? Or should he be happy that these rebels had helped him clean up the pests in advance?

He couldn't feel happy, he could only feel shame and anger.

Snapped----

Fyodor grew increasingly angry as he considered this, and the eighth cup in his hand retired. The attendants beside him shuddered slightly, then expertly began to sweep up the debris.

They didn't know why Fyodor made such a fuss, they just hoped that His Majesty would just use the quilt to vent his anger and not take his anger out on them.

"You guys, please leave once you're done cleaning."

Just as the servants were tremblingly cleaning up the wreckage, a gentle and steady voice came from outside the door. Speaker Witte, who had heard the sound of breaking from afar, had rushed to the door at some point and was comforting the frightened servants around him.

"Your Majesty, the rebellion in Che City is not necessarily a bad thing, but if we don't handle it properly, I'm sure things will get very bad."

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"The Infected uprisings were inevitable after long-term oppression by local nobles. During the previous dynasty, the previous emperor recruited people based on their talent, providing the Infected with a path to advancement while using war to quell domestic conflicts. While this policy worked well, it had a serious problem: it couldn't be stopped."

In the empty hall, all the attendants and guards were driven away, leaving only the king and his minister to discuss state affairs.

"Once we stop, the accumulated problems in the country will burst out all at once, and the implementation of the new policy will be affected."

Fyodor closed his eyes in agony. He understood this truth perfectly well. This Infected Rebellion wasn't so much a case of Boris's dereliction of duty as it was the current Empire repaying a debt owed by the previous Emperor.

When the nobles no longer brought victory, the accumulated taxes imposed on the people became mere extortion. No matter how frugal and honest the higher-ups were, the nobles, accustomed to a life of plenty, would not accept it. They would only continue to exploit the lower classes to achieve the same standard of living they had when they were in glory.

The anger of the lower-class people was suppressed by the soldiers in the hands of the nobles. Unable to vent their anger, they could only transfer it to the infected. As the end of this chain of contempt, the infected would inevitably explode suddenly at some point in time.

"We can't go on like this. With the example of the Reunion, more and more Reunion movements will emerge. If that happens, the entire empire will collapse."

After a moment of contemplation, Fyodor opened his eyes and stared at Witte with determination: "Is it feasible to send a legion to wipe out the Reunion Movement?"

Witt sighed and shook his head helplessly. "The Reunion Movement has caused such a stir, and they've moved so quickly. Even if we wipe them out now, it's too late. Furthermore, with such execution and strategy, this team must be led by a master. The likelihood of the Legion completing its mission is incredibly low. Our focus now shouldn't be on the Reunion Movement, which has already fled, but on resolving the issue of the infected domestically."

"Solve the problem of domestic infected people? That sounds easy!" Fyodor slammed his fist on the table and growled in dissatisfaction, "We've previously introduced many policies to solve the problem, but those losers are just playing their local tyrant games. Now something's wrong, and we're expected to clean up the mess. Besides, even if we did introduce new policies, how many people would be willing to follow them?"

"No more than five people." Witt answered truthfully.

Fyodor was puzzled: "Then how are you going to solve the problem of the infected?"

"As soon as the Reunion Movement incident occurred, I sent people to collect information on that team." Witt pushed his glasses up, a flicker of hesitation flashing through his eyes, but soon returned to a confident and resolute expression. "The leader of the Reunion Movement was Tallulah, the stepdaughter of the Duke of Kosciuszko of the Empire. According to my research, it was Tallulah who killed the Duke of Kosciuszko. But strangely, before his death, the Duke of Kosciuszko did not resist Tallulah's assassination. Instead, he took the initiative to inherit his title and all his inheritance to her."

"Kosice?" Fyodor was startled, anger rising in his heart: "Are you saying that my Duke led a group of infected people to rebel against me?"

"Duke Kosciuszko is not simply a traitor. While his thoughts and actions are radical, his loyalty to the Empire is unquestionable." Witt shook his head. "After thoroughly researching this information, my first reaction was that Duke Kosciuszko had chosen the wrong person and failed to see through Tallulah's wicked ambitions. But with the subsequent events of the Reunion Movement, I understood his reasoning. There was something fishy about Tallulah's identity."

Fyodor suppressed his anger and said, "Go on."

"Tallulah is a hybrid of Yan Nation and Victoria nobles, a hybrid of Draco and 'Dragon.'" Witt took a deep breath. "But interestingly, whether it's Yan Nation, Victoria, or Ursus, Tallulah seems to harbor immense hatred. Her father was tragically driven out of the country because of Victoria's national policy, and was subsequently murdered by Wei Yanwu of the Dragon Gate of Yan Nation.

And now, after capturing Che City, the Reunion Movement's first reaction wasn't to recruit troops within Ursus. Instead, they left Ursus as quickly as possible, heading straight for the Uyan border. I think this is a very clear signal. The infected are almost incapable of mastering high-end technology. If they want to maintain the operation of a mobile city, they must find a way to recruit such talents.

"You mean to say that Tallulah's next stop is Longmen?" Fyodor rubbed his chin, feeling a little hesitant. "And was all this planned by Duke Koschei before his death?"

Witt nodded affirmatively. "Duke Koschei suffered a great loss at Longmen, even being forced to abandon the city he was meant to capture. He also hates Longmen with a deep hatred. Considering his previous political views and opinions, it's not difficult to guess that Tallulah's actions were instigated by him."

"Once Longmen falls to Tallulah, Yan Nation will most likely not stand idly by. By then, a war will inevitably break out." Fyodor was no fool and quickly understood Koschei's purpose: "In the final analysis, he still wants to use war to awaken Ursus? This is nonsense!"

Witte shook his head, holding a different view. "If it were peacetime, doing this would indeed be nonsense, but now that Your Majesty's power has been greatly suppressed, a war would actually help your rule."

Fyodor was a little surprised: "Witt, I remember you are a peace advocate."

"This isn't a factional issue anymore." Witt was certainly aware of this. "If we can't find a way to shift the pressure back home, there might be some kind of dismemberment movement starting next month. The infected movement is stirring things up. Furthermore, if we can manage the friction with Yan Country, we might actually benefit from it. At the very least, there are still too many military nobles right now. Taking advantage of the war to deal with a bunch of them is a good idea."

"A war whose main purpose is to divert conflict and deal with the nobles?" Fyodor pondered. "That seems like a good plan, but the question is, if war really breaks out, who should we send?"

"The Fourth Legion." Witt listed the names without hesitation. "The old aristocratic faction, the diehards, are closest to the Yan Nation's border. Whether for the sake of balance or to cleanse the aristocracy, the united Fourth Legion is the best choice."

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"What do you want me to do?"

Fyodor stared at his most trusted minister. The Speaker, who had urged him to stop the war and recuperate, was now supporting the conflict contrary to his usual behavior.

But Fyodor could understand his point of view. Whether it was war or peace, Witte's ultimate goal was to strengthen the national strength of Ursus.

"You don't have to do anything."

Witte smiled gently. He was delighted that Fyodor once again understood and trusted him, and he would do his utmost to maintain this trust. "Leave this matter to me. The Ursus officials must not know anything about this. The best approach is for me to visit privately and hint to the Fourth Army Commander, Nekarov, to prepare for war in advance."

"I leave it to you. If necessary, I can write a special letter." Fyodor nodded.

"That's enough."

Soon a new letter was written, and Witte began to arrange a meeting with General Nekarov of the Fourth Army.

But they would never have imagined that the Fourth Legion had already made full preparations for deployment, and even Nikarov was hesitant about whether to do it without the emperor's knowledge. Witte's arrival naturally made him overjoyed, and a small reconnaissance force was also sent to the wilderness at the same time.

Almost at the same time, Kasheina, who had been fiddling with the fish, sat in Victoria's arms and whispered:

"News has arrived. The Emperor approves of, or at least tacitly approves of, this conflict. Chancellor Witte privately visited Nekarov, and the Fourth Army is also gearing up for battle."

"Very good, let's start the plan." Victoria nodded with satisfaction, and then kissed Kashena's thin lips deeply.

Following the passionate kisses that made her face blush and her heart beat fast, Victoria closed her eyes as if enjoying it.

The next second, Alina, who was accompanying Tallulah to inspect the training situation, trembled slightly and stopped unconsciously.

"What's wrong, Alina?" Talulah, noticing something strange about Alina, turned around and looked at her best friend with some curiosity.

Alina shook her head, indicating that she was fine. "I was thinking about Broken Bones. The ruins of the separated city of Che have been found, near the Dragon Gate. However, most of the residents and infected people have already left the ruins. If nothing unexpected happens, they should be heading towards the Dragon Gate."

"What should we do? Didn't you say it wasn't time for us to act now?" Tallulah's eyes narrowed slightly when Alina mentioned Lungmen. If Alina hadn't stopped them earlier, the Reunion spies would have infiltrated Lungmen long ago.

"It's almost time. Let's have the Bonebreaker and Kingslayer forces find a way to infiltrate." Alina looked at the sulking Tallulah with amusement and rubbed the base of her horns.

"Family and love are always more important than hatred. Rather than forcing Alex to stay, we should let him strike first. As for us, we can gradually stop the large-scale military training. But one thing we must remember is that Longmen is not like Ursus. There are not enough villages around it to provide strategic depth. Once the war breaks out, it will be a fight to the death."

"We will win." Tallulah nodded, the flames of anger rekindled in her eyes. "I will step on Wei Yanwu's head and make him repent for his actions. My revenge, Huijie's tragedy, the death of my parents, someone must settle the accounts. Kosice is dead, he will be next."

Alina smiled slightly and held Tallulah's hand: "I will always support you, even if there is hell ahead."

"......Thanks."

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The next morning, Victoria met with Rhodes Island leader Kal'tsit again.

"What do you think of the Reunion Movement?"

The cooperation between Rhodes Island and Luxembourg is nearing its end, but before leaving, Kal'tsit still wants to test Victoria's position.

She knew that Victor was the kind of person who would do anything to achieve his goals, and it was hard to say that he was not involved in the Reunion Movement's riots.

She didn't know what Victoria was after, and that was why she was worried.

The unknown is the scariest thing.

"Reunion? What an interesting bunch of guys." Victor put down his teacup and leaned back in his chair, his right hand seemingly unintentionally extended, resting lightly on Kal'tsit's exposed white thigh.

"Idealists, avengers, those who want to defy fate, those who simply want to survive—the Reunion Movement is full of all kinds of people, but their identities as infected bring them together. A few idle men gathering together can cause a lot of trouble, let alone a group of people with their own ulterior motives."

"Do you think the Reunion Movement will fall apart?" Kal'tsit frowned. She didn't expect Victoria to think so.

Victor shook his head, tucking his hands between his legs to keep warm. "I don't think they'll fall apart. Their identities as infected will keep them united, but they're destined not to go far. I'm certain that the Reunion Movement will undergo drastic changes in the near future."

The restless palms rubbed between the white legs. Even though Kal'tsit was used to Victoria's occasional harassment, her face still blushed instinctively.

"I don't quite understand what you mean. You say they're united because they're infected, but you also think they can't go far. Why? Is it because of the limitations of the infected?"

"How about telling an interesting story?" Victor didn't answer the question. He withdrew his right hand, walked over to Kel'tsit, and then put his arm around her slender waist and held her in his arms. "Do you still remember why Theresa named the organization Tower of Babel?"

"..." Kel'tsit was startled. She hadn't expected Victoria to ask such a question. After a brief recollection, she gave her answer: "Because Her Highness Theresa at that time hoped to eliminate hatred and bring true peace to Kazdel."

"It's a good vision, isn't it?" Victoria smiled and put his arms around Kal'tsit's waist, fully feeling the softness of this Filin. "But do you still remember the original legend of the Tower of Babel?"

"The original legend of the Tower of Babel?" Kal'tsit's eyes widened. "To reach the sky, so this tower was built?"

"To truly reach the sky, the people of Earth gathered together, regardless of race, gender, or faith, all for that lofty ideal. However, ideals alone could not sustain such a grand plan. Thus, under the conspiracy of 'God', the Tower of Babel ultimately crumbled, and the tower collapsed completely."

Victoria sniffed the fragrance of the beauty in his arms, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Whether God exists or not, no one knows, but the fragility of human nature is vividly revealed. Ideals and hatred will inevitably succumb to reality. This is the answer."

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"Would you like to try it? The collision of bodies, the meeting of souls. You've never experienced physical pleasure since coming to this land, right? To better understand humanity, how about giving it a try?"

A teasing smile hung on the boy's face, as calm as if he was discussing the food for afternoon tea, but the invitation in his eyes was so sincere, and his calm dark eyes were so deep that they seemed to devour her gaze.

"No, forget it. Doing all these things with you is already amazing to me." After a few seconds of silence, Kal'tsit rejected Victoria's invitation to be intimate. She hoped that Victoria could be a little more humane.

But it doesn't have to be so humane.

At this time, the mature and reliable Kal'tsit would not have thought that if Victoria had not traveled to Terra, the future Doctor would only be more abstract than she had imagined.

At least Victoria can't do anything fancy like making noodles with his mouth or eating with the operators' boots.

"Then let's look forward to our next cooperation, Dr. Kal'tsit." Victoria was not surprised to hear Kal'tsit's refusal.

One has to eat one bite at a time. For a silly kid like Kal'tsit, who spoke all hawkish language and had a mind full of earth, just to be able to hold hands and touch legs was a continental leap. With just a few more meetings, Victoria was confident he could turn Kal'tsit into a sensible and good kid.

With this thought in mind, Victoria gently kissed Kal'tsit's neck: "This is for Amiya. Whether it's you or her, I hope that you can continue to walk in the right and healthy way. Don't forget your ideals, Kal'tsit."