Thanks for the invitation. I am a parasite in Terra.

Although this would save Zuo Jian from a lot of trouble, it also made him feel...sad.

The death of a count is serious, but not serious.

It can be used to torture randomly captured civilians, or it can be used to simply turn the case over.

Zuo Jian stood up and collected his thoughts.

Let's stop here and there are more important things that he needs to deal with right now.

Turning sideways, he found the only thing that seemed out of place in this simple study.

A beautifully crafted telephone.

Walking forward, Zuo Jian slid on the dial pad above, input a string of unfamiliar numbers, and then raised the receiver.

.....

...

..

Jingle Bell.....

In the Iron Duke's study, the ringing of the landline phone broke the original tranquility.

The old duke almost subconsciously raised the receiver, and then, as expected, a familiar voice came from the other end.

[It is really troublesome to contact the Duke. He actually has to use this fixed landline phone that is only installed in the mansion of at least the earl level.]

"I'm sorry, Lord Longxue. After all, in most cases, the leakage of the conversation would lead to some bad consequences. After all, there are countless eyes staring at Victoria from behind."

"However, it seems that you have arrived in Warwick... Oh no, should I say, arrived in your territory?"

[Please don't call me Dragon Blood Lord in private, Mr. Wellington. After all, this is just an external announcement. You can call me Zuo Jian. I am more accustomed to this name.]

"Really? Does this mean that our trust has grown stronger, Mr. Zuojian?"

[Perhaps? Well, enough of the pleasantries, Duke of Wellington. I have

I need your help with something.]

"But it doesn't matter."

Wellington wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and began to think about what demands the monster was going to make.

[Please help notify the checkpoints between the various territories. If you find Tara people who left Earl Warwick's territory during the identity check...please tell them that everything is fine here and that they don't have to leave their homeland.]

[…If they don’t listen…that’s fine, I respect their choice.]

"...?"

"That... is it?"

[That's it. What's wrong?]

"No, nothing... I didn't expect you to be..."

[Oh, wait, you're right, there is something else, I almost forgot.]

Zuo Jian on the other end of the phone smiled teasingly and spoke.

But Wellington felt like his heart almost skipped a beat.

Damn it, I should have known not to say anything more.

"Ahem...Mr. Zuo Jian, I hope you can understand my physical condition. Sometimes overly stimulating words are not good for the heart————"

[Huh? The death knell of the empire, the General Wellington who swept across the world actually told me that his heart was not good? Duke, I admit that this joke is indeed a bit interesting. If I am not mistaken, your body is probably healthy enough to continue to stand on the battleship and command the battle.]

"Ahem...you are too kind..."

[Don't worry, Duke. Even if your heart really has problems, I will replace it with a very durable one. At least it will never stop beating when you need it.]

Hearing this, the old duke's pupils suddenly widened and he spoke almost subconsciously.

"Are you telling the truth?"

[Don’t have high expectations. If nothing unexpected happens, it can only keep you energetic until you die, but it can’t extend your life.]

"That's enough...that's enough...."

Wellington's eyes almost lit up, he didn't even dare to think about what it would be like for the Iron Duke... or General Wellington... who maintained the energy of a young man until his death.

The premise is....Zuo Jian can do it.

But at least from his current performance, this kind of thing is definitely not a difficult thing for him.

"Ahem, sorry, I seemed to have lost my composure just now. Please continue. I will listen to your request."

[Then let me be frank, Lord Wellington, do you have a map of Victoria?]

"?"

Wellington was even confused for a moment after hearing this.

Then he turned around and looked at the large Victoria map behind him, which had been hanging in his study for who knows how long.

"Of course, I don't even know how many times I've deduced it——"

[How good are you at determining distances on a map?]

"Generally, that's the level a general should have."

[Really? Then set your sights on your territory.]

"and then?"

Wellington took out his baton and tapped it lightly on his territory.

[East, after moving 15 miles...]

After receiving the verbal instructions from Zuo Jian and Wellington calculating the distance on the map, the latter drew a mark on a location on it.

"here it is?"

[Please help me check this place to see if anyone has passed by, or if a vehicle has passed by. I am very curious about this place.]

"No problem, I'll give you the answer within half a day."

On the other end of the phone, Zuo Jian raised his hand and looked at the topographic map he had constructed.

At this moment, the marked point outside the single extended red line appears particularly eye-catching.

As expected, he still cared about what was in that direction that affected his consciousness.

(Double update.ing)

(In order to quickly push the plot to His Highness, the author has started to speed up the update frequency.ing)

(I'll see if I can update three more chapters tomorrow.)

(Your Highness, my Highness)

Chapter 9, Theresa....

"call........"

In the city of Londinium, in the Royal Library of Victoria, a public facility open to the public.

The doctor looked unhappy as he walked in the aisles lined with books on both sides, and even had a look of pain with every step he took.

"I don't remember my physical strength being so poor, Doctor. If possible, it is necessary to exercise properly for your own sake."

The figure of the evil spirit appeared in her field of vision. Looking at the doctor with a distorted and extremely uncomfortable expression behind her, she almost complained subconsciously.

"Shut up, it's easy to talk when you're standing. Just a few days ago, my ankle was still in those extremely uncomfortable high heels, and now you suddenly dragged me out and walked across half the city to this library! Damn it, why should I listen to you? If this continues, I feel like I'll spend the rest of my life lying in a wheelchair."

At this moment, she squatted down with a complaining look on her face, rubbing her slightly red ankle. Although she complained like this, she still believed in the evil spirit unconditionally, otherwise she would not have listened to her and crossed half the city to come here without even asking for the reason.

After rubbing his ankle a little to make his face look less ugly due to the pain, the doctor stood up again.

Come, after taking a look at the environment around the library, he finally couldn't help but ask.

"By the way, why did you bring me to this library? Even few Victorians come here."

As she spoke, she glanced at the empty seating area. At the moment, the only two people in the huge library were the Doctor and the Evil Spirit... Strictly speaking, they were one person.

"Is it related to... my past? You said before that you would tell him the truth when Zuo Jian comes back. So what exactly are you hiding? About my memories? Don't I have the right to know about these things?"

'PhD.'

The evil spirit turned around. It was almost the first time that the former saw this evil spirit, who usually had a cold face and seemed to have a lot of worries, showing this kind of expression... this kind of... expression mixed with sadness and helplessness.

'There are some things I hope you will never recall, it will not do you any good.'

"And I just...want to make some amends for what I've done..."

After saying this, she didn't want to continue talking. She put away all the complexity in her eyes and walked in front of the doctor again.

"...No matter what you say, you and I are the same person! If you really did something wrong, I can just clean up your mess. I won't say that as long as you don't remember it, it has nothing to do with you."

'........'

'I....'

tell her.

?

tell her.

"Damn..."

The doctor looked at the evil spirit in front of him and suddenly disappeared from his sight, and was a little at a loss for a moment.

"Evil spirit?"

tell her.

Restore her memory.

Make her remember everything she has shouldered.

"Evil spirit? What's wrong with you?"

The doctor's voice echoed all around, causing the evil spirit in the consciousness space to hold his forehead in pain.

"Why? Why me again... I've already made my choice... Why do you still have to do this..."

"Hey... answer me... why am I the one making these choices! Precious! I'm clearly... not suited to be in this position at all!"

"What did you say? Evil spirit? I can't hear you clearly..."

Doctor - I hope you...can fall in love with this land (don't forget the responsibilities you have).

'I don't want to make a choice anymore.'

That's why she acted as if nothing had happened and accepted the identity of "evil spirit" and stayed by the side of the doctor who had lost his memory.

She clearly understood that she should not have existed, and that she should have disappeared into the past along with those memories. Now she has been avoiding her past events.

Even after meeting Zuo Jian and arriving safely in Victoria, she didn't dare let the Doctor return to Rhodes Island. She didn't dare to see Amiya and Kal'tsit again.

But.....also because of Zuo Jian, he told himself that his ability was far more than just the material level. He could even affect the spirit, or the realm of consciousness.

Almost instantly, the evil spirit could imagine what this ability could do.

For example...interfering with the consciousness, or...souls, of those "devil kings" from past generations who still exist in the world.

Although most of the demon kings' consciousness has long been reduced to a mere shadow of obsession due to the wear and tear of time...but...

She is not yet.

Her soul has not been worn down by the file of time; in fact, compared to the thousands of years that have passed, it can almost be considered brand new.

I want to do something, I want to redeem myself for what I did before...at least...

The Tower of Babel has been destroyed, Kazdel has been completely controlled by the royal court, and Tracys has begun to implement her plan... So... even if she returns to the world again... as long as she is not exposed... as long as she lives the rest of her life in anonymity... As long as this is the case...

How can it be?

'Shut up...I...'

How could you hide the news of her resurrection?

You also know clearly that how could she be willing to turn a blind eye to what is about to happen as you think?

As long as she lives in this world, she will be an obstacle to the plan.