Ark, they don't revolve around you

Most of the nobles' territories have forest rangers. The forests are their assets, and the untouchables have no right to trample on any grass or tree in them.

"I'm just a temporary forest ranger!" The girl coughed, and Zhuang Ning saw a hint of embarrassment on her face. "My name is Ling Lingliu, and I can't allow you to hunt privately. Poachers can be sentenced to death. I'm doing this for your sake!"

"Ling Ling Mio... nice name, nice hat too."

"Thank you, but I won't accept bribes."

"I didn't mean to bribe you." Zhuang Ning put down his crossbow and shrugged. "Have you ever thought of the possibility that I have a relationship with the owner of the manor and that I came here at his invitation?"

"That's impossible." Ling Lingliu's eyes were sharp. "The owner of this manor is not here, and I haven't heard of inviting guests. Besides, the nobles of Victoria are just as particular about pomp and circumstance as the officials of Yan Country. Your clothes are a little... dirty."

"You might as well be more clear. I haven't changed it in a few days."

Zhuang Ning smiled, "So, how do you know the owner of this manor?"

"I'm a traveler. I passed by this manor before and was invited by the butler. The butler told me that the owner had never returned to the manor." Ling Lingliu raised her eyes and observed Zhuang Ning carefully. She was indeed a perceptive girl, and she was a traveler as she said: "This manor is very strange. They are very kind to outsiders like me, but I'm not sure how they will treat poachers."

"So, you want me to go with you?"

Ling Lingmiao nodded: "It's just a small favor. I can help you once. No need to thank me."

Zhuang Ning still nodded: "Thank you."

But he didn't move, his eyes still fixed on the deer.

"Don't you listen to me?" Ling Lingliu was not happy.

"But classmate Xiao Ling, I'm not afraid. I have the confidence to hunt here."

Zhuang Ning pointed at the deer. The deer had almost drunk enough water and was about to leave.

Ling Lingliu didn't say much, just stood there with a helpless look on her face.

"Xiao Ling, your family is well-off. Why don't you stay in Yan and come to Victoria instead?"

"I like it, don't you?"

"You have courage." Zhuang Ning applauded.

Ling Lingmiao kept smiling, but she was complaining madly in her heart.

But Zhuang Ning sighed: "I suggest you go back to Yan first. You also know that the situation in Victoria is not right."

"The situation is not right, because of the trial?" Ling Lingliu smiled, "I'm not afraid."

"Are you not afraid of the trial?"

"Why should I be afraid? I can't hide." Ling Lingliu pouted, "I promised my family that I would go around Terra. If I go back first, I will lose face."

“Is face important?”

"Very important." Ling Lingliu had switched back to Yan Guoyu at some point.

Zhuang Ning smiled, neither refuted nor pulled the trigger.

The footsteps were getting closer, and Ling Lingliu hesitated whether she should provide cover for this person.

She had a bit of a vicious personality, but she was well aware of the character of Victorian aristocrats and could not bear to see the tragedy.

But before she could hesitate any longer, several servants armed with weapons appeared from the shadows with alert expressions.

Too fast? Ling Ling Mio was startled.

Two cats rushed out of the crowd, came to her feet, and rubbed against their owner.

She realized the reason and it was her own cat that brought the people from the manor.

"Best, Rosa...you really are..." She called the cat's name, feeling a little angry, but also thinking that the cat was right. In the end, she could only stand up and try to use her excellent eloquence to exchange for the manor owner's tolerance towards the poachers.

"No need, Miss Ling, we all understand." The butler, who was dressed in formal attire, sighed and walked straight towards Zhuang Ning.

With everyone witnessing, he skillfully placed his hand on his chest and bowed: "Welcome, sir."

"Sir... this is new. It's the first time someone calls me that."

Zhuang Ning, who was treated politely by the housekeeper, smiled and said, "It's been two years, and you still remember me."

"It is natural for a butler to remember the master's face, let alone you, my master."

Ling Lingliu opened her mouth slightly, and it took her a few seconds to react, and she was horrified: "So, you are the owner of this manor?!"

"Two years ago, I personally executed the previous owner of this manor, and then the Queen gave this manor to me." Zhuang Ning took off his non-existent hat and bowed. "Nice to meet you, Miss Ling. I am the owner of this manor."

"Are you pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?!"

"Didn't I say it at the beginning? I know the owner of this manor." Zhuang Ning shrugged.

Their noisy behavior finally scared the deer below, which ran away.

"Sir, you are not going hunting now?" Ling Lingliu said cautiously.

"You're not going to stop me?" Zhuang Ning had a bad intention.

I can’t stop it either… Ling Lingliu complained in her heart.

Zhuang Ning did not move, but looked at the back of the running deer, watching it run with a nimble posture.

"Please keep this crossbow for me." He threw the crossbow to the butler and instructed, "Prepare a gentleman's suit for me. I will be meeting the Queen later, so please don't be disrespectful."

"As for this lady, please treat her well." Zhuang Ning turned his head and said, "Miss Ling, have a good rest."

After he said that, he walked towards the manor in a dashing manner. This was his first visit in two years.

Behind him, Ling Lingliu shouted, "Sir!"

"You can call me Doctor." Zhuang Ning turned his head. "Any questions, ma'am?"

"You just let the deer go?"

Zhuang Ning smiled slightly: "The deer can't escape. It's in my forest. I can hunt it anytime."

"This is the true meaning of chasing a deer." His eyes were full of kindness as he whispered softly, "So, let the deer run."

“If the prey doesn’t struggle, the hunter won’t feel a sense of accomplishment.”

……

……

Royal Club.

The fireplace was burning red, and there were luxurious paintings on the walls, of astonishing value.

It was quiet except for the sound of the old gentleman flipping through his newspaper.

As the most upscale club, talking is not allowed here. All communication is done with gestures. Even reminding the waiter is done by coughing or ringing a bell.

In Morgan's opinion, he was simply insane, or rather, the nobleman of Londinium was somewhat insane.

But she couldn't get angry, so she went into the private room. When she saw her two compatriots practicing fencing, she couldn't help but complain out loud.

"Next time, try a different place, at least not coming to the club, Dagda?"

"You should come here more often. The nobles of Londinium always play cards here." Dagda shook her head. She was dressed in formal clothes, but she didn't like this club very much.

"Let's not talk about the club's problems. The key is the doctor, right?" said Filin, who has short light blue hair with drooping bangs that cover one eye.

That's Daphne.

The few people here are undoubtedly Vina's core team, supporting her "Glasgow" in Londinium.

Morgan is the think tank, Dagda is the knight of the tower, and Daphion, as the daughter of the Duke, is the confidence of Vina after she ascends to the throne.

Morgan rubbed his fingertips, as if just saying the words took all his energy: "Doctor, kill Indra."

This made Daphne and Dagda open their mouths in surprise: "Really?"

"No doubt about it." Morgan's eyes were gloomy. "You know the relationship between His Majesty and the Doctor. This incident has a great impact on His Majesty."

"The Steam Knight was defeated, Sir White Wolf died... We finally won." Dagda bit his lip.

In contrast, Daphne was calmer: "What do you think?"

"Dagda, activate the city defense artillery and put the whole city on martial law. Daphne, the sword guards should still listen to you. I will let the gray hats spread out and try to find out as much information as possible."

Morgan pretended to be strong, "In short, we can't let the doctor succeed so easily."

"You want to attack the Doctor?"

"We have no choice, Dagda, Daphion, it's either you or me." Morgan shook his head. "If Vina can't do it, then I have to do it... I may die, but I won't give up Londinium."

Her eyes were bright, as if burning with flames.

Until a hand gently patted her shoulder, and the owner of the voice concealed endless resentment: "Why bother, Morgan?"

Morgan stiffened instantly, a chill running down her spine, she turned her head stiffly and saw a dark shadow.

The man was dressed in a black suit, holding a silver-studded cane and wearing a half-top hat. He seemed to have been in the corner for a long time before finally speaking.

It was only then that he drew attention to his presence.

That's the doctor.

Zhuang Ning glanced at Morgan quietly, picked up the snack and put it to his mouth, muttering, "Are you already planning how to kill me? I thought we had the most basic friendship."

The pressure was like a block of iron hitting my shoulders, and the hall fell silent.

Morgan tried to touch the door behind him, but it felt as hard as iron and he couldn't move it at all.

"The curse has hardened it, so you can't get out." Zhuang Ning raised his lips calmly, "Don't be so distant. I've already killed one person today, so at least I won't kill the second one right away."

"I'm not a murderer, and killing people doesn't bring me pleasure. As for Indra... Hannah, well, I'm sorry."

He sat on the chair, crossed his legs, and picked up the newspaper.

[The devil is approaching. Who is creating dark clouds over Londinium? ]

"That's a bit too much. What do you mean by creating dark clouds?" Zhuang Ning complained. Seeing that a few people were still standing, he waved them warmly, "Why are you all standing? Sit down. We haven't seen each other for a long time."

Morgan bit his lip hard, pulled himself together, and sat down nervously.

"I'm revisiting my old place. I was too busy before and didn't have time to take a good look at Terra. Now I have the leisure time." Zhuang Ning put down the newspaper and talked freely.