People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ernst nodded.

Rounding off means I know nothing at all.

He then signaled to Gretia to remove the spear and the cage.

Ernst had indeed heard of Victoria's unicorn.

Of course, he had only heard about it to some extent. He first learned about unicorns two years ago when he was collecting information about the Grand Dukes of Victoria.

Besides the red dragon and lion, Victoria also has a hidden unicorn. All eight Grand Dukes of Victoria today have some connection to unicorns.

The Duke of Ashworth was the most prominent among them, and he had a nickname: "the unicorn's puppet."

But these rumors were completely unfounded, and Ernst didn't take them seriously at the time. After formally meeting with the Grand Dukes of Victoria, he almost completely forgot about it.

After all, the several dukes he had come into contact with certainly varied in their abilities and personalities, but in general, none of them were easy to deal with.

Besides, there wasn't any trace of unicorns anywhere during his diplomatic activities with the dukes, was there? He can't keep guarding against something that's highly unlikely to exist, can he?

Who would have thought we'd run into each other here?

Seeing Ernst deep in thought, Clovisia finally felt a glimmer of hope.

See? Sure enough, my unicorn title does have some effect.

Not everyone is Talulah, showing no respect for unicorns and looking down on me. There are still people who recognize their value!

Clovisia couldn't help but whisper:

“Mr. Ernst, I can grant the wishes of kings. What is your wish? We can make a trade. You tell me what happened on the Shard, and I will grant your wish.”

Ernst snapped out of his reverie and raised an eyebrow:

"I can't tell you what happened on the Shard."

"As for your wish, did Talulah grant it?"

Clovisia's face stiffened.

Let's just chat. If you don't want a wish, then don't have one. Why bring up Talulah?!

She did speak up, but I couldn't do it!

Pouting, Clovisia said, her neck stiff:

"No."

"Hehe." Ernst chuckled. "Well, I do have a wish."

Clovisia was taken aback.

No? You're planning to make a wish?

Didn't you say you wouldn't tell me what happened on The Shard? Why are you still planning to make a wish?

You want to get something for free?!

Completely ignoring Clovisia's shocked expression at the unicorn, Ernst asked directly:

"How much influence can you have over the Grand Dukes of Victoria?"

Clovisia waved her hand:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ernst, you didn't promise me."

"Cough cough."

Goredia coughed softly.

Clovisia's lips twitched:

"I'm actually not that afraid of dying."

“Then there’s nothing we can do.” Ernst shook his head regretfully. “I think if Talulah is to lead Lontinim, she really doesn’t need a unicorn by her side to advise her.”

"But if you can avoid death, it's better to stay alive."

"Klovishia said quickly."

She was indeed not afraid of death; like the Black Serpent, or more accurately, she was driven by a kind of "will."

But she wasn't as wicked as the Black Serpent. She was very particular; she didn't have many clones, and she created them all herself, bit by bit. There wasn't a unicorn family specifically assigned to possess her.

Moreover, she understood Ernst's implication.

Ernst couldn't stay in Londinium forever, much less advise Talulah indefinitely. If Talulah were to become the ruler of Londinium, the position of her advisor would become vacant.

Bozocasti is a military commander, as is Yelena. Alede is quite good, but her background isn't clean; she's practically part of the Duke of Caesar's faction.

If the unicorn behaves, this position can be hers.

As for whether sending the unicorn would affect Talulah's judgment.

Don't forget how wary Talulah is of the Seven Elders now. She's not as easily fooled as she used to be, and it won't be so easy for Chloevia to deceive her.

Moreover, even if we take a step back, Talulah will eventually have to face the challenge of the "immortal problem." Rather than dealing with a unicorn secretly trying to cause trouble later, it's better to keep her by your side from the beginning, in the open, and observe her every move.

It's easy to defend against a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark!

Moreover, this aligned with Clovisia's own thoughts. She had originally intended to support Talulah, but Talulah's temperament was far too eccentric, vastly different from the kings and generals Clovisia had met before, and Talulah clearly harbored some fear of her.

Ernst was clearly the person Talulah trusted most. If Ernst could speak up, then at least she wouldn't have to worry about being kicked out of Londinium by the new generation of "king" that she favored, as a unicorn.

Thinking about it this way, Ernst didn't completely get something for nothing.

Having successfully convinced herself, Clovisia became less resistant.

“Then,” Ernst gestured with his chin toward Clovisia.

Clovisia immediately said:

"At least, we can guarantee that the Duke will not interfere with Lentinium for a year."

Ernst was stunned for a few seconds after hearing this before he reacted and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Awesome."

Kal'tsit, look at what others are like!

Look at people!

As a creation of a former civilization, President Mark Max's opening statement was to "split the Colombian treasury in half" with Ernst, while ensuring the normal operation of Colombia. What about you?

As an immortal being herself, the unicorn Klovesia's opening line was, "I can guarantee that after Talulah takes the throne, the Grand Duke will not interfere with Londinium for a year!" What about you?

You're still at Prisus's place playing the revival match with Theresis!

Comparing people with others will lead to death, and comparing goods with goods will lead to throwing away!

Doctor, how did you raise this cat?! Get out of your coffin and go cook me two dishes!

Chapter 870 The Unicorn's Secret Order

The Duke of Caesar was ready to compromise.

Contrary to Ernst's expectations, the Duke of Castells had long anticipated Wellington's betrayal.

She had even prepared a contract with "Wellington of Tara" so that if Wellington really wanted to cause trouble in the war and she was temporarily unable to control the situation, she would use this contract to appease the Duke of Wellington.

At least, maintain peace with the Duke of Wellington until this battle with the Sarkaz is over.

This was a last resort, as Victoria was bound to experience a major political upheaval after this battle, which would inevitably affect the Grand Dukes who had previously been able to remain uninvolved and observe from the sidelines. This was especially true for the Duke of Caesar.

Her goal has always been Victoria's throne. If she eventually achieves her goal, she will inevitably have to screen and purge her complex network of relationships and aristocratic interest groups.

There are ways to play the game when you're a Grand Duke, and there are ways to play the game when you're an Emperor. Some people that the Duke of Castile could win over, the Emperor of Victoria might not be able to win over. Or rather, Castile clearly didn't want to share enough benefits with every supporter.

When the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked; when the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away. If the cake is all divided up, what will she eat?

Such a ruthless act of discarding someone after they've served their purpose will inevitably lead to many unstable factors within her. If she were to spare the energy to fight Wellington at this point, the pressure on her would be immense.

If she lost, she would be finished. Even if she won, there wouldn't be much benefit. It would only waste her time cleaning up her internal affairs and might even give other covetous dukes an opportunity to take advantage of her misfortune, which was something she absolutely did not want to see.

Rather than doing that, it would be better to get rid of Tara as soon as possible, reach a contract with Wellington first, and leave the rest to be discussed later, whether or not to reclaim Tara.

She didn't care about the fact that losing Tara might embarrass Victoria and damage her own reputation.

She could tell whether it was better to fight between the group and Tara, causing internal turmoil, or to abandon Tara and take action to consolidate her base.

But if she doesn't achieve her goal, then things are simple.

She didn't become emperor, which was fine. Losing Tara wasn't her fault as the Duke of Castle. She signed a contract with Wellington to ensure her safety, and then she could just wait and see.

She wanted to see who else besides herself could handle these two big troubles, Tara and Wellington!

When the time comes, whether the new emperor allows Tara to officially become independent or launches a war, plunging Victoria into the flames of civil war, Qi can make a final appearance and reap the benefits.

While acting as a mediator in the conflict, Liu also demanded concessions from the new emperor. She was all too familiar with this tactic; she had been doing it for decades.

Therefore, when the Duke of Wellington turned his cannons on the Victorian army and raised the Tara flag, Castells felt a mixture of joy and sorrow.

Sa Xi was naturally pleased that, given how the situation had evolved, her chances had increased.

While it might seem a little ridiculous that she was worried about Victoria, she was genuinely concerned for her.

The Duke of Custer's analysis of the situation above was quite accurate. But she wasn't stupid either; the prerequisite for all these plans to be implemented was that the Victorians could defeat the Sarkaz and drag Victoria back from the out-of-control state of war to the familiar political game everyone was in.

But the Sarkaz are not to be trifled with, as Duke Fife proved with his life. Wellington's defection now adds a degree of uncertainty to the still unresolved war situation!

After a moment's thought, Caster summoned the grey-hatted man and gave the order:

"Order the Glorious to activate the backup communication channel and cut Wellington's fleet out of the communications."

"Have the Glorious prepare to fire, target Gastriel, and launch a probing shot."

"Also, is Abrahina still on the Glory? Keep her under control, don't let her escape."

This is a test, and also a warning.

To test the limits of what that old man Wellington could achieve, and at the same time, to warn him that if he didn't want things to fall apart right now, he'd better not go too far.

A lose-lose situation benefits no one.

As for Abrahina, she was just an extra.

Wellington and Abrahim were never bound together. Curst knew Wellington well; he was rather old-fashioned and conservative, highly accepting of the monarchy, and deeply resented the current state of division in Victoria, so he preferred that Tara have a king.

But all these years, Tara has had no king, and Victoria has had no emperor, and he's still doing just fine.

As it turns out, Abrahana wasn't necessary for him. Having an emperor as a "popular figurehead" to add stability was fine, but he wasn't in a bad position either.

It's practically impossible to force Wellington to comply using Abrahim.

Moreover, the grey top hat's answer also thwarted Kast's plans:

“Your Grace, Abrahina has left. She left two hours ago, when the Allied forces were thrown into chaos after the Gastrill’s bombardment began.”

"You didn't keep an eye on her?" Kester narrowed his eyes.

“We lost three people,” the man in the grey top hat said, bowing his head even lower.

Kais Hedgehog + 4% off ÷ proxy purchase [：迩究娰刢/·司糁舞流咝特 only then withdrew his gaze.

Wellington's defection came suddenly; his fleet weaved through the Allied forces at the forefront, launching a surprise attack that nearly threw the entire Allied ranks into chaos. Just minutes before, Castle had finally re-established communication with the Duke of Windermere, who was at the forefront of the attack.

At the time, the people in the top hats had too many people to monitor and take care of at the same time, and they also had to protect their own safety. It was understandable that they were too busy.

With three people already dead, Kester would no longer pursue the matter further.

After a moment's hesitation, she spoke:

"Keep the previous orders in place and try to find Abrahana's whereabouts."

"Then, you go to the first drawer on the bottom left of my desk, take out the file inside, and then go to the Gastrill and give it to Wellington."

The document is the contract.

The shelling was meant to demonstrate an attitude, while the contract was truly for securing benefits.

The first person to make an offer is usually the most sincere. Curster believed that Wellington was a pragmatic man; his table-flipping was simply because he felt the game was over.

Then Caster will go with him to change the plate.

Be patient with the elderly.

Even if she ultimately couldn't do anything to Wellington, Wellington was already an old man.

The ultimate weapon in political struggle—enduring the aging process—is exerting its boundless power anytime, anywhere!

After giving the order, Castle picked up his pipe from the coffee table and pointed it at the grey top hat: