Ark, I became an NPC in the online game

"A war with a legitimate cause? To help Tara regain its country?"

Xia Yuan answered his own question and said, "There is indeed no problem in leading the Tara people to restore their country, but Victoria's military strength should not be underestimated. Sometimes the strength of an individual will reach its limit. When the enemy outnumbers us, how to make up for the difference in military strength between the two sides... is too difficult."

Abrana smiled, "I'm just saying."

Lafshini glanced at her sister, and then continued to look at Xia Yuan. She was still a little confused in her heart. She didn't know what her sister was going to do... No, maybe she knew, but she didn't dare to think about it that way.

Although she also called Xia Yuan "teacher", she was always the one who listened obediently in class. Asking questions and interacting were all left to her sister Abrana. She was used to it.

"Teacher, let's talk more about utilization and counter-utilization. I'm still very curious about how to use villains."

"Okay, but before that, it's time for lunch."

Abrana smiled slightly, "Excuse me."

She took the picnic basket from the side and placed the food inside on the picnic blanket one by one. There were sandwiches, salad plates, fruit plates and other things that Victorians loved to enjoy on picnics.

"This is something that Ravshini and I made together." Abrana observed Xia Yuan's expression and continued, "I hope you like it, teacher."

"Are you still calling me teacher?" It felt a bit strange to be called teacher by a woman of the same age, and this title of teacher was not something that was taken for granted.

His attainments in science, mechanics and industry are enough for Fester to call him teacher, and he feels at ease hearing this title of teacher. However, what he is currently talking about with Abrana and Ravshini about the way of governing a country, the way of a king and so on... If you just ask an old guy who plays Crusader Kings and Stellaris to come and give the lecture, he will probably be able to explain it clearly.

"Of course, a teacher is a teacher."

Abrana said so, and handed the sandwich she made to Xia Yuan, "Please try it."

Xia Yuan took a bite and felt the gravy and vegetables in his mouth, which was indeed very delicious.

After finishing the sandwich in a few bites, Xia Yuan thanked Abrana, "It's really delicious. Abrana, you are a great cook."

"Here, this is the tea that Ravshini made."

"Thank you."

After accepting the service of the two sisters, Xia Yuan pondered for a while, and when the taste of black tea in his mouth gradually dissipated, he said, "Actually, I don't like this topic. For me, I like open conspiracy, I like the upright kingly way, not the tyranny."

"Teacher, do you want to be king?" Abrana asked.

Xia Yuan shook his head. "I haven't thought about it. I'm just an ordinary person. Compared to becoming a king in charge of a country, I still yearn for freedom more."

What kind of king could he be as a Sakota? Lateran already had an old grandfather who loved to eat candy, so even if the throne was passed on, it wouldn't be his turn. Due to the longevity of the Lateran race, he had at least four or five generations above him, so it was impossible for him to be the leader.

As for other countries, forget it.

...It seems that Sargon can be considered. I heard from Kanelian that the election of the chief of Sargon's tribe depends entirely on strength, which means that he can completely bring his mecha to run for the chieftain... I can only say that he is still too full.

For now, just be an ordinary company boss.

The "class" now was more like a conversation. Abrana talked about everything under the sun, and Lavshini was the most loyal listener. From time to time, she took out a small notebook and started writing down what Xia Yuan said.

That night.

Abrana and Ravshini finished the "homework" assigned by Earl Warwick, and Abrana sighed softly as she walked forward.

She has learned so much from Xia Yuan these days. If Xia Yuan was really her teacher, it would be great. If he could have brought her up since childhood, then Ablana would not have become the Ablana of today.

Unfortunately this is not reality.

"elder sister..."

"Rafushini, do you like Teacher Xia Yuan?"

"I like it." Ravshini nodded. "The teacher explained it very clearly. Although it was only a few classes, I benefited a lot from it."

"If you like him, why don't you leave with him?"

"Eh?"

Abrana side-glanced and smiled, the smile on her face was not as hypocritical as the nobles at the dinner party, nor was it like the elegant fake smile of the Earl of Warwick, who they had been in contact with since childhood.

"Sister...what do you want to do?" Rafshini seemed to have heard something. She bit her lower lip and asked softly.

"Do you know what Lord Warwick wants to do?"

Abrana smiled softly, with a hint of chill on her face, "He is the one on the king's side, a little man with considerable influence."

"I have already contacted many of Earl Warwick's confidants and successfully turned them against me. I originally wanted to kill him with a sword... but now it seems that killing him is too simple and crude."

"elder sister..."

"This is what Teacher Xia Yuan told me." Abrana sighed softly, "There is no need to kill a count like this. We can continue to use him."

"Killing one Earl of Warwick will lead to another Earl with ill intentions who wants to invest in us because of his status. He wants to take advantage of your and my status, and now I need to use him in turn and make him my umbrella of protection."

Ravshini nodded, "...I understand, sister...what should I do?"

"Just follow Teacher Xia Yuan and leave."

Ravshini paused, she stopped in the corridor and stared blankly at Abrana's back.

Abrana turned around and looked at Ravushini with a hint of pity and sigh in her eyes. At the same time, deep in her eyes there was an ambition that Ravushini could not see clearly.

"Why did Earl Warwick adopt the two of us? It's because our race and identity are too advantageous to him. As long as we grow up, he can use our identities to achieve everything he wants."

"You can't have your cake and eat it too. This is what Teacher Xia Yuan said in class. For Earl Warwick, we two sisters are indispensable... But Lavshini, you are not suitable for my path. Compared to here, I hope you can go to a place without conspiracy and grow up smoothly. One day in the future, I will invite you and Teacher Xia Yuan to come back together."

Abrana took a few steps forward, gently rubbed and pinched Lavishini's face, and after sighing with some pity, her eyes became cold and calm again.

"To do this, I need to create a reason for you to disappear."

Before Ravshini understood what her sister meant, the next moment, purple flames instantly pierced her shoulder, and blood splattered onto the ground.

......

The dinner was interrupted by a series of sword and spear sounds. The host, Earl of Warwick, had an obvious look of dissatisfaction on his face. He looked at the waiter beside him and asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"

"Master! A group of unknown black-clad men broke into your mansion. They didn't kill anyone, they just entered your treasure house."

The Earl of Warwick's face darkened. "How dare you!"

Knowing the name of the Earl of Warwick, he still dared to barge in and act wildly, which meant that the other party had a strong backing. He was not some stupid wandering robber. It was very likely that he had a background. Was he a Victorian noble who disliked him? Or was he a third party lurking in the dark?

Earl Warwick speculated that it was the former. He claimed to be the spiritual leader of the Tara people, so being attacked on their own territory was a blow to his reputation.

If a noble has no prestige and reputation, he might as well roast sweet potatoes. Just like officials in Yan State need reputation, a noble without reputation has no influence at all. How can he command these stupid Tara nobles in the future?

Thinking of this, the Earl of Warwick stood up, smiled at the nobles who were talking to him, and then quickly walked to the scene of the incident with his cane.

From afar, he saw a ball of purple flame burning at the end of the corridor. His heart trembled slightly and he hurried forward.

Several people dressed in black were besieging Abrana. They were short in stature, armed with sharp weapons, and their entire faces were covered with black masks, so their race and gender could not be seen.

"Catch all those guys who are hiding their heads and showing their tails!" Earl Warwick roared, and the guards behind him rushed forward with spears and machetes in their hands, wanting to kill on the spot those guys who were running wild in the Earl's mansion.

Abrana seemed to be relieved, but the next moment, a strange figure of the assassin led by the other side leaned forward, and the sharp blade penetrated deeply into Abrana's arm.

However, the assassins were now caught in a pincer attack. They looked at each other and jumped out of the broken window.

"Chase them! Don't come back if you can't catch them!" Earl Warwick was rarely furious, banging his cane on the ground. "How did they get in? How do you do your patrol work?"

The guards did not dare to stay long, apparently fearing that the anger would be taken out on them, so they formed teams and began searching the entire city.

"Abrana, are you okay?" Earl Warwick stepped forward and asked with concern.

Abrana shook her head, with a trace of visible pain on her face, "Teacher... they took Ravshini away."

"what?"

The next moment, Earl Warwick felt as if the sky had fallen. His eyes suddenly turned red and he gasped for air out of heartache. The sisters were his biggest bargaining chips, but one of them was taken away... What kind of power was the other party? If they were really Victorian nobles, wouldn't he be finished if they were exposed?

Years of planning and preparation had left the Earl of Warwick feeling like a clown.

"Abrana...you should go and rest early. I swear to you that I will bring Ravshini back."

"Okay...Sensei."

After Abrana finished speaking, she was taken away by the waiter to treat her injuries.

When no one was around, Earl Warwick's face became increasingly ferocious, and he tapped the ground hard with his cane.

Chapter 123: Lavshini

He found traces of a fight on the ground, and also saw blood.

Earl Warwick was well-educated, his original ferocious expression had disappeared, but the hand holding the crutch was shaking uncontrollably. He walked forward along the traces of the fight, where there were traces of the two flames.

As the teacher of Abrana and Ravshine, Earl Warwick naturally knows the sisters'...fire.

That is not an Originium skill. No, it would be blasphemy to call such a fire magic. This is the fire that their race possesses. The word God-given is the most appropriate to describe it.

He saw Ravshini's torn clothes stained with blood and her long, light golden hair that looked a little white at the corner.

The corners of Earl Warwick's mouth twitched violently, his wrists tightly gripped his cane, he pursed his lips and said nothing.

No one knew that he had two students, or rather, he had never publicized the fact that he had two Drake students in Victoria... This was tantamount to seeking death. His goal had not yet been achieved, so it was naturally impossible for him to expose the two people.

No...it's possible that someone knows.

During this period, he invited many Tara nobles to his mansion to eat, drink and have fun. They held nominal meetings, but in fact, they were doing deals behind the scenes. Although Aburana and Ravshini would not wander around the mansion under his care and instructions, who knows if some damn Tara noble saw the two sisters and guessed his identity?

These men in black acted quickly, had strong organizational skills, and were very powerful. They did not seem like ordinary cats and dogs... In fact, Earl Warwick had already vaguely guessed their identities in his mind. They were most likely thugs and killers who specialized in providing this kind of service in the underground black market.

As for the people behind them, they are most likely Victorian aristocrats.

Why not the nobles of Tara? Because the nobles of Tara do not have the energy and courage to use assassins to kidnap people.

The most likely scenario is that the noble Tara, who has discovered the identities of the sisters Abrana and Lavishne, gave this information to the noble Victoria in exchange for a bounty and trust, and Victoria kidnapped them in order to prevent him from achieving his goal.

It's not that Earl Warwick had not thought about the possibility of a third party intervening in this matter, but in Victoria, he could not imagine any third party other than the nobles of Tara and Victoria.

A look of worry welled up in his heart, and he felt lucky that Abrana was still alive and had not been kidnapped...Besides, compared to the silent Ravushini, Abrana seemed more proactive. This did not mean that he did not like Ravushini, because as long as Ravushini continued to grow like this, she would be very suitable to be his political puppet.

Calling a waiter, Earl Warwick said calmly, "Clean up everything here and tell the butler that I need to know the movements of the nobles of Tara these days."

The servant ran away quickly. Although Earl Warwick had a gentle smile on his face, after following him for a long time, he naturally knew the anger in his heart.

Earl Warwick glanced at the sky outside the broken window and sighed. Since Ravshine was kidnapped...it would be better if she died.

Draco's bloodline must be held in his own hands, for fear that when he uses Abrana's identity in the future, Ravshini will jump out from nowhere to challenge him.

To him, the dead Ravushini was more valuable than the living Ravushini.

"Master, the young lady has gone to bed."

"Thank you for your hard work." Earl Warwick said calmly, his footsteps lightly on the soft carpet, "In addition to the nobles of Tara, Abrana also needs to be kept an eye on."

The butler was stunned, but nodded in agreement.

He returned to the banquet, a smile reappeared on his face, and he enthusiastically went back to the seat he had just left and began to toast.

......

That night.

Mandela is still not at home today. She goes out every night to practice her Originium skills, and she has been doing this without fail. Jian is also very relieved about Mandela, as she is already a grown-up girl and can take care of herself.

"What's the noise?"

Xia Yuan, who was repairing equipment on the workbench, looked up. The originally peaceful and tranquil night was now filled with many guards on the street. From their clothes, it could be seen that they belonged to the Earl's mansion.

Looking out the window, I found that the guards were divided into many small teams and began to move in different directions.

"These are the guards of the Earl's Palace. What happened?"

Xia Yuan narrowed his eyes when he heard this. He seemed to smell something. At this time and place, why would the people in the Earl's Mansion send guards out to act?

If a crime was committed, the ones who would appear here should be the Royal Mounted Police. If it was a conflict among the Tara nobles, these guards would not appear here, because the Tara nobles could not leave the mansion.

In this case, something must have happened in the Earl's mansion, but Earl Warwick did not want to make it public, so he sent out the guards in the mansion who could be trusted not to talk nonsense.

"...Mandela should be okay, right?"

"Xia Yuan, don't worry. Mandela is now fighting against adults... Look, there are a few downstairs. Even if we use the Originium technique, we can defeat them."

"Is Mandela making such rapid progress now?"

"Carnellian is now teaching Mandra. Of course, this is also related to Mandra's studies at the Warlock Academy."

Just as the two were having a meaningless conversation, there was a knock on the door.

Xia Yuan and Jian looked at each other. This couldn't be Mandela, because Mandela would call sweetly outside the door, "I'm back~" to ensure that the two would not make a mistake.