Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 308 Back home

Ecological Institute, core area: Luze Forest.

Yumilia slowly woke up from her sleep, rubbing her eyes as she propped herself up.

Two fawns surrounded her, gently licking the back of her hand.

"Hehe." She gently stroked the fawn's head. Just then, their mother slowly walked over, and the fawns followed their mother away.

Yumilia waved goodbye to them, then suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, right. Today is the day Caesar returns home."

A vine stretched out and presented her with a piece of clothing.

"Thank you, Luze."

She smiled, patted the vines, took the clothes, and put them on.

After packing up her gardening tools, she put on her coat, walked barefoot on the soft grass, and left the Forest of Dews with cheerful steps.

Back at the Institute of Ecology, I went to Muirner's cabin to tidy myself up. As soon as I came out, I ran into Zhu Liang, who was now the director.

"Yumeria, here are two equipment maintenance reports for Greenhouse No. 3. They need your signature."

"Okay, okay." Yumilia took it, carefully looked it over to make sure there were no problems, and then signed her name.

Zhu Liang looked at her and asked again, "I heard Caesar returned to his country today?"

"Ok!"

Yumilia said happily, "I went back to my country a few days ago, but I haven't had time to go home until today. I'm only coming back to see you today."

Seeing her looking so happy, like a little girl celebrating a festival, Zhu Liang couldn't help but laugh.

"It seems like it's been two years already, hasn't it?"

“Two years, three months, and four days,” Yumilia said, a helpless smile playing on her lips.

"He had never been away from me for so long before. I really wonder how he is now, whether he has lost weight, or whether he is unhappy."

"Alright, alright, let's hurry back. He might already be back, and he's probably worried sick about not seeing you," Zhu Liang said.

"Okay, goodbye then!" Yumilia waved to Zhu Liang, slung her small bag over her shoulder, and left the ecological institute.

As she exited the gate of the Ecological Institute, a brown Volkswagen Foton was parked by the roadside, and her elderly housekeeper, Ms. Kardashian, opened the car door for her.

Good afternoon, Madam.

"Kardashian, hurry up, we need to go back quickly, Caesar will be back soon," Yumilia urged.

The vehicle started and headed towards Quanshuihe Street in the city center.

As a villa district in Alexidet, land here is extremely valuable, and it's not just about having money to live here. Most of the residents are nobles and dignitaries of the kingdom, such as Kent, the chief secretary of the Kingdom's Military Council.

Just as Yumilia reached the door, she ran into the Kent family, who were coming out.

"Aunt Yumilia!"

Tess, now a tall and beautiful young woman, leaned out of the car window and waved to her.

"Mrs. Fiona! Hello."

Yumilia greeted them.

"Is Caesar coming back today?" Tess asked.

“Yes, we should be home in a little while,” Yumilia said.

"That guy hasn't sent a single letter in all this time, he really needs a good talking to!" Tess grumbled.
“Tess,” Kent glared at his daughter, then said to Yumilia, “Madam, we’ll be coming to visit tomorrow evening.”

“Okay,” Yumilia said.

After saying goodbye, the vehicle drove into Thranduil's manor, a house covering more than 5,000 square meters, which is their current home.

As soon as the car stopped in the garage, Yumilia ran out, shouting:

"Kardashian! I'll cook dinner tonight! Oh, and could you tidy up my room for me? Thanks!"

bar.

Caesar and Cons drank and chatted for a while longer, then came out and got into Cons's car together.

Seeing his drunken state, Caesar couldn't help but say, "Hey, Cons, let me drive. Your face is all red." "Tsk, why bother? What, does drinking mean you can't drive? I want to see who dares to stop me in this capital!" Cons said, slapping the steering wheel.

"Calm down, this isn't a foreign country, there are plenty of people on the streets," Caesar said.

"This is so annoying! Let me show you how I drive!"

Constance stubbed out his cigarette, slammed on the gas, and under the influence of alcohol, the tires screeched violently, propelling the vehicle forward.

Cons drove his car darting left and right through the streets, causing pedestrians and vehicles around him to swerve in panic. Seeing their panicked expressions, Cons laughed heartily.

“Sigh, I’m reminded of that car race in Radour before. It was originally going to be a speed contest, but it turned into a contest of who could crash into the most animals. If the chassis hadn’t been blocked by bone fragments and couldn’t move at the end, I definitely would have won first place!” Cons said to Caesar with a smile.

"Hehe." Caesar chuckled twice in agreement.

In the mouths of Cons and his gang, "livestock" was a euphemism for the subhumans of the colonies.

At that moment, the car crashed into a roadside stall. The stall owner narrowly escaped and immediately started cursing at the taillights.

"Damn it, if this were in Pave, I'd shoot you dead." Cons cursed as he looked in the rearview mirror.

At this moment, the mounted police on the street saw the vehicle driving recklessly. Just as they were about to stop it, they noticed the license plate number and realized it belonged to the Prime Minister's family. They had no choice but to pull on the reins.

After driving recklessly all the way, we finally made it to our destination.

"Damn it, I'm never riding in your car again. I'm going to throw up my dinner from yesterday."

Caesar leaned against the carriage door, his back hunched, looking like he was about to vomit.

When Cons saw him like that, he laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Try it out again, young man."

Caesar staggered off the carriage.

“Oh, say hello to Aunt Yumilia with me!” Cons said.

Caesar bowed, rubbed his forehead, and waved at him. Cons smiled and drove away.

Once he was out of sight, Caesar's swaying posture disappeared, his face showing clear lucidity. He straightened up, his dark eyes fixed on the departing carriage.

“You’ll be next, Constance,” he said softly.

A shadow materialized on the ground behind him, and a half-human-shaped shadow emerged from the darkness.

"Commander," the shadowy figure said respectfully.

"How is the situation?" Caesar asked calmly.

"Dr. Gao Qiaoman has been safely delivered to the base, and the data that needed to be preserved is also safe and sound."

"The dragons have also completed their mission and have returned from Bagu City."

"Ah."

"The Restorationists were attacked last Wednesday. According to the investigation, the attackers were members of the Hamorez faction,"

"Were there any losses?"

"Only a few people suffered minor injuries, but the election materials that had already been collected were burned."

Caesar pondered for a moment, then said, "Have the Morning Post prepare news materials, but point the finger at the Manoven family in this incident."

"Yes."

"Also, we need to participate in this BRICS summit. Bring more people. Let Booth handle that."

"Yes."

Caesar paused for a moment, then asked, "Any news from the professor?"

"Not yet..."

Caesar sighed.

"Understood, let's go down."

The shadows receded, and the ground returned to normal.

Caesar glanced at his mansion, took out a bottle of perfume, sprayed it on himself to get rid of the smell of alcohol, and then stepped inside.

(End of this chapter)