People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

This is a guy who can even bring the dead back to work. Even though the Duke of Wellington's moral standards aren't exactly high, in his opinion, someone who can use such magic without any psychological pressure and even happily must have a rather extreme mindset.

He certainly didn't want to wake up one day to find only embers with purple flames emanating from their eye sockets.

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

Oh dear, he thought it was nothing serious, but it turns out it was just an invitation from Sarkaz to collaborate.

However, the Sarkaz who had seized Londinium dared to openly seek support from a Victorian Grand Duke, the renowned Iron Duke.

Just like Abrahana said, it is indeed very interesting.

A truly outstanding figure has emerged from the Sarkaz.

The Duke of Wellington was quite pleased to see Londinium become even more chaotic, as this would further distract the old woman, Kester, ensuring he and Deeppool had more stable and longer development time, and allowing them to incite more Tara people.

He was even happy to see the Duke of Caesar completely mess things up.

“The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Let’s make contact with them. If there’s a possibility of cooperation, I don’t think Deeppool would mind.” Duke Wellington folded the letter and looked at Abrahana.

Abrahana's expression changed slightly, as if she hadn't heard clearly, and she asked, "Deep Pool?"

“Deep Pool,” the Duke of Wellington said calmly.

He wouldn't be foolish enough to directly link the Sarkaz to the Duchy of Wellington.

Regardless of what the future holds, he is still nominally the Grand Duke of Victoria, while the Sarkaz, no matter how much they deny it now, will inevitably be regarded as enemies who occupied Victoria in the future.

The Duke of Wellington didn't believe the Sarkaz were any match for the Grand Duke of Victoria. They were ants destined to be wiped out sooner or later. The Duke was happy to see them cause some trouble for Curt, but did they really want to climb the social ladder?

Getting involved with them would do the Duke of Wellington no good.

The only one who could be associated with those unpopular demons is Deep Pool.

After all, "Deep Pool," as a hallmark of extreme Taraism, was an organization destined to be eliminated after its success, serving as a way for rulers to distance themselves from extremist forces.

Abrahana's lips twitched.

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

She didn't care much about Deeppool, even though it was an organization she had built from scratch, and even though everyone in it regarded her as their leader.

She simply loathed the feeling of being controlled by others.

Abrahina's pride reached the point of arrogance. The last adoptive father who dared to boss her around like that, Earl Warwick, the "Ancient Singer," was given a "heart-opening" package by her!

But she also knew how to be patient, and she knew that the Duke of Wellington was now her and Deeppool's biggest backer, as well as her biggest supporter in realizing the vision of the Kingdom of Tara.

The Grand Duke's power is something she cannot contend with for the time being. Now that they share the same goal, she can only temporarily "seek common ground while reserving differences."

Silently swallowing her anger, Abrahana nodded to the Duke of Wellington and walked towards the door.

However, before she could leave, the knocking on the door started again.

Another messenger, with the Duke of Wellington's permission, entered the room, bringing unexpected news.

"Your Excellency Duke Wellington, the leaders of Sherag wish to make a friendly visit to your territory and hold a recruitment event there."

Duke Wellington and Abrahina exchanged a glance, both looking puzzled.

The first thing to do, of course, is to recall what Sherag is and where it is.

Secondly, there were doubts. In the eyes of the Victorian nobility, the Duke of Castle's Grey Hat intelligence network was an impenetrable net, but in reality, the Grey Hats had never truly infiltrated the Duke of Wellington's territory. On the contrary, the Duke of Wellington even obtained considerable intelligence within the Duke of Castle's jurisdiction.

He just happened to know something about Sherag.

Kester seems to have taken a keen interest in Sherag, and she appears to have secretly sponsored a Sherag nobleman and helped him secretly train an army.

The Duke of Custer made no attempt to conceal these tricks; any Grand Duke of Victoria could easily discover them if he wanted to investigate.

It can be said that, apart from the official announcement, they used almost every semi-public means to declare that Shelag belonged to their sphere of influence.

At this time, a "leader of Sherag" actually wants to visit his territory?

interesting.

Wellington's mood improved considerably:

“That woman from Castells prides herself on being clever and having everything under control, but it seems she is far less powerful than she claims to be.”

Abrahman rarely saw the Duke of Wellington display a smile that even his long beard couldn't hide.

"Let them come, I've approved it."

“Send my special envoy to make contact with them. I will support anything that will make that woman uncomfortable.”

“If necessary, I can also provide him with support. As long as he is willing to submit to me, I can help him eliminate the Kastist forces in the country.”

The messenger noted down the Duke of Wellington's words and then respectfully withdrew.

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

"Your Grace, may I serve as your special envoy?"

The Duke of Wellington raised an eyebrow, and after a brief silence, he smiled and nodded, saying:

“Of course, Your Highness Abrahana.”

Chapter 119 No Traitor, Just Some Victorian Jokes

"No mole, let's have some Victorian jokes."

The journey was incredibly boring; the scenery on the wasteland was unchanging, with almost nothing noteworthy except for the occasional distant celestial cloud.

The collapse of the natural disaster clouds is indeed a magnificent sight, especially at close range. Witnessing the Originium dust billowing amidst the rolling thunder, refracting the sunlight into a kaleidoscope of colors, anyone would utter a most sincere sigh of the end of life:

"Holy crap, Yuan!"

However, most of the time, unless you're really tired of living, no one will actively approach a natural disaster that is forming.

With nothing else to do, Ernst took the opportunity to answer some of the questions Hinterlea had.

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

As soon as Hinterlea spoke, Jeston's expression changed instantly.

His eyes widened, and his face was filled with disbelief as he looked at Hinterlea.

Holy crap? What did I just hear? The Sarkaz have taken over Lontinim? When did this happen? Why isn't there any news about it?

Ernst replied:

"The reasons are complicated, but in my opinion, no matter what the reason, it's absurd that a country's capital has been occupied while local officials remain indifferent. They haven't taken any action at all; perhaps the Sarkaz are just too strong."

what?

Jeston then turned his head toward Ernst.

The Sarkaz are too strong? Are you kidding me? Jeston has seen Sarkaz in Columbia before, but they all work at the very bottom of society. Even if there are exceptions, they don't last long before being replaced. If they were really that strong, how could this happen?

To put it bluntly, these homeless freaks, susceptible to Oripathy and without a country, are simply not respected. How could the Prime Minister say they are strong?

This is also a question for Cintraya:

"How could that be? Aren't all the Grand Dukes of Victoria very powerful? In the books I've read before, they all say that they are great figures who pilot high-speed warships and have knights who spew steam. There was even a Grand Duke who destroyed the Gallo-Pacific!"

Ernst nodded. He knew these stories too. Victoria's past glory had indeed left a strong mark on Terra's history, and even now, reading those epics still deeply moved people.

However, he also had to point out that: "This is the Victoria of the past. The current Victoria is indeed performing very poorly in many ways."

"Politically, the Rembitox fence incident is making headlines, and it is said that Eureka County is planning to secede, form the Autonomous State of Eureka, and then join the Rembitox Mining Association."

"Technologically, the once-prosperous Victorian science community, which created steam-Originium technology, has not released a single noteworthy new achievement in decades. Instead, Columbia has overtaken them and now leaves them far behind, even leading the pack."

"Militarily, the Sarkaz occupied Londinium, but until now, there has been no reaction from the Grand Dukes, nor has there been a single report about it."

He shrugged and complained.

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

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

"They dare not attack Lentinium easily; who knows if they really think they can't win?"

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

After Victoria conquered Gaul, occupied the core territory, and seized control of Terra, her performance in recent years has indeed been declining year by year.

Ernst felt it was hard to say whether the Grand Dukes were capable of defeating the Sarkaz, who were currently entrenched in Londinium.

If they truly unite and fight in the name of Victoria, Ernst believes the Sarkaz would be no match for them.

But if they were to continue as they are now, with each duke claiming to be the rightful heir to Victoria and expelling each other from the old Victorian Union Jack, Ernst could already foresee a scenario reminiscent of the Reconquista of Londinium.

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

Immediately, several, even a dozen, people will shout in unison, "That's me!"

The scene was like shouting "Handsome guy/Beautiful girl" on the street; no matter who it was, these self-important guys would all rush to turn around and say "Hey!"

Ernst even suspected that if the Sarkaz said, "You fight one, I'll only negotiate with the victorious Victorian representative," they might actually end up fighting again at the city walls.

In short, do not underestimate Victoria's strength, and do not overestimate the Duke's strength.

"So this is the importance of unity."

Hinterlea nodded thoughtfully. She had been with Ernst for quite some time and was no longer so surprised by some of his sharp comments, but Jeston's worldview had been completely shattered.

Especially after listening to Ernst's analysis, he was even shaken.

Now that you mention it, Victoria's business has indeed been struggling in recent years.

However, what bothered him even more was that Prime Minister Ernst actually brought up this matter directly.

This should be considered a classified matter involving national strategy and the international situation, right?

He looked incredulous:

"This...this information shouldn't be top secret?"

Ernst glanced at him, and asked, somewhat puzzled:

"You mean everyone knows?"

He shook his head:

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

Jeston paused, then said, "Duke Windermere? But...didn't you just say that Duke Windermere also denied the Sarkaz's occupation of Londinium?"

“The first law of Victorian politics is that only what is officially denied is credible,” Ernst replied.

Jeston opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He felt that his worldview had been severely impacted.

Unfortunately, there wasn't even a moment to reshape their values ​​before the Leinstershire quarantine checkpoint arrived at the scene.

...........

"Welcome to the representatives of Sherag in Leinstershire. I extend my warmest greetings to you all from the Duke of Victoria Wellington."

The extremely high frequency of her tail wagging revealed the girl who called herself Abrahana's extreme nervousness.

As Ernst and his two companions emerged from the quarantine area, she stepped forward to greet them and introduced herself.

“I am the Duke of Wellington’s representative, La Abrahina. His Excellency is currently on a grand tour around the entire duchy and is unable to personally receive you all. I will be responsible for coordinating your arrangements for the next period of time.”

“And me.” Filin, with her light green, shoulder-length hair and a smile that made you inexplicably want to discipline her, introduced herself, “Ahmoni.”

After she finished speaking, she pointed to the short, indifferent-looking Philin beside her and said,

"And this one, Miss Mandela."

"Three people?" Ernst blinked, somewhat puzzled.

Including his recent trip to Colombia, he has now visited three countries and been involved with numerous organizations.

When it comes to reception staff, more people are never necessarily better. On the contrary, having too many people responsible for liaison can lead to a lack of transparency in information flow, which in turn can affect the feedback from those being received and the tasks being carried out.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, there is only one person directly responsible for making contact. For example, Vina's receptionist was Wei Yanwu, and the Duke of Windermere's receptionist was Ernst.

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