I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

A familiar voice rang out from a bench not far away. Princess Alice's astral form was sitting there. After Nian cast a glance at her, she immediately got up and walked over.

"Hey, why hasn't she left yet?" Li Lin whispered in Nian's ear.

Nian's ears turned slightly red: "Are you very familiar with her?"

Li Lin shuddered and immediately denied it: "Nothing like that! It's just a collaboration."

What did you collaborate on with her?

Li Lin secretly groaned, but fortunately, Princess Alice had already arrived in front of them at that moment.

"Your Majesty the Eastern Emperor, Your Excellency the Heavenly Craftsman, it is truly unfortunate. The secular leader of this country has just passed away, so please forgive us." Princess Alice bowed slightly, her gaze lingering deliberately on Li Lin's face.

Unfortunately, the contrast between Li Lin's dead-eyed, rotting youth appearance and the dreamlike, pure white Oberon, as well as Naraku transformed into a living forest, was too great, and Princess Alice failed to notice a single clue.

It was this gesture that made Nian raise his eyebrows slightly.

“Well, I was being presumptuous.” Princess Alice sighed regretfully. “I’m so sorry, Your Majesty, I just happened to meet a fairy, and you seemed to recognize him.”

"I've thought of the Queen's posthumous title."

“…?” A question mark slowly rose from the depths of Princess Alice’s mind.

At that moment, she fully realized that, in terms of madness, Li Lin and Oberon were not on the same level.

However, as the Eastern Emperor of Tang, it wouldn't be unreasonable for him to devise a posthumous title for the Queen.

"Hmm, so what is it?" Princess Alice gave a polite smile.

Nian sighed inwardly. If Princess Alice knew what kind of person Li Lin was, she should have covered her ears and refused to listen to a single word he said.

"Queen Elizabeth II devoted herself to the country and gave her life for it after her husband's death. She was truly virtuous and chaste, hence the term 'chaste'." Li Lin's first sentence left Princess Alice speechless.

The Queen's husband died a year earlier than her, and even if the Queen, who was over ninety years old, wanted to remarry, she was too old to do so.

"Cough, cough, cough." Princess Alice could only cough a few times to cover up her embarrassment.

"Queen Elizabeth II strictly respected parliamentary legislation and diligently fulfilled her rubber-stamp duties throughout her life. She was a pacifier of the people, hence the term 'virtuous.'"

Li Lin said excitedly, "So the Queen's posthumous title is Joan of Arc, what do you think?"

Princess Alice remained silent, her expression contorted and her lips twitching.

If she weren't truly no match for Li Lin, she would have already attacked him.

But just as the Qing people had no say in front of them in the past, Princess Alice now had no say in front of Li Lin and Nian.

Even if Li Lin really did bestow upon them the insulting posthumous title of "Queen," so what? They would still have to accept it.

Can the British Empire withstand a few more mishaps from this Eastern Emperor?

After studying the ancient texts passed down through the Council of Sages, Princess Alice had to admit that Donghuang Li Lin was the most powerful god-slayer in history.

Unless the final king... no, perhaps even the final king must temporarily retreat from the limelight.

Moreover, the Council of Sages is not as powerful as it used to be—under the Black Prince's ravages, the current Council of Sages is less than 30% of its original strength.

In its heyday, the Council of Wise Men was indeed able to protect Queen Elizabeth from the threat of the Marquess of Voban, but now they are far less capable and are even struggling to protect themselves.

"...I understand, if that is your intention."

Princess Alice gave a bitter smile. Although she had known this day would come, offering her loyalty in such a humiliating way was still far beyond her imagination.

The Speaker of the Council of Wise Men rose and then knelt on one knee before Li Lin: "From this day forward, the Council of Wise Men, and indeed the entire territory of Great Britain, is willing to pledge allegiance to His Majesty the Eastern Emperor and His Highness the Heavenly Craftsman."

Alice still played a little word game—she didn't surrender to the Tang Dynasty, but simply pledged her loyalty to Li Lin and Nian.

"Oh ho." Li Lin's dark eyes narrowed slightly, then he leaned forward towards Nian without making a sound. "Why did she suddenly surrender?"

"How would I know? Is there something wrong with the child?"

As Nian and Li Lin whispered to each other, Princess Alice's situation became increasingly agonizing.

A few minutes later, the young man coughed and nodded slightly to Princess Alice, indicating that she could get up.

Princess Alice breathed a slight sigh of relief. Just as she was about to say something, she saw Nian leisurely take out a piece of dim yellow amber from his pocket and place it on the table.

The dim yellow amber shimmered slightly in the sunlight, like a brand-new star.

Princess Alice's gaze involuntarily fell on the amber, and when she saw what was embedded in it, her pupils dilated in horror.

Princess Alice remained in a daze for a full ten seconds before she came to her senses.

The formidable enemy that had driven her to the brink of despair was actually dealt with in this way.

A moment later she burst out laughing nervously.

This world is truly absurd.

409 The British way of stargazing is truly nourishing.

Li Lin and Nian left the small coffee shop together, taking with them the reimbursement card that Princess Alice had presented as a tribute.

Although both of them are skilled at making gold bars by hand, it's not unreasonable for someone to give them money.

It was lunchtime, and the city lights were just coming on, painting the night sky with neon lights that belonged to the metropolis.

"I want to eat Stargazing!" Nian shouted as soon as she entered the restaurant. "It's a famous British dish, I have to try it."

"I think you seem to have some misconceptions about famous dishes."

Princess Alice, acting as his attendant, cautiously offered her advice, noting that while Nian's personality was somewhat eccentric, compared to Li Lin, he was remarkably understanding and approachable.

"...In short, looking up at the stars doesn't represent the food. Do you still want to eat?" After arguing for a while, Princess Alice cast a hopeful glance at Nian.

“You’re right.” Nian nodded, readily agreeing. “I’ll have two servings, spicy ones.”

Princess Alice decided to retract her statement; they were truly not of the same ilk.

"Give me a Wellington steak," Li Lin's voice rang out at the right moment, making Princess Alice's heart skip a beat.

God knows how moving it was for her to hear a normal sentence come out of Li Lin's mouth.

This is especially true when compared to the previous year.

Princess Alice was about to speak when she realized that Li Lin and Nian were taking turns having episodes of illness.

So what happens when they have an attack together?

As soon as the thought popped into her head, Princess Alice shuddered and quickly buried it deep in her mind.

“Wellington steak is easy to make,” the waiter said somewhat awkwardly, “but spicy salted fish pie is a bit more difficult.”

"What a lousy restaurant!" Nian crossed her legs and complained without any attempt to hide her dissatisfaction, pointing at the menu with her bright red fingers. "Then bring me a regular salted fish pie."

After the waiter left, Nian took a jar of chili peppers out of his shirt pocket and slammed it on the table.

Princess Alice has become numb.

......

"generally."

The "salted fish" faction is indeed quite powerful, but it's not quite at the level of being out of curiosity, and overall it's a bit disappointing.

Half an hour later, Nian, with a crooked mouth and bared teeth, wiped the red liquid from the corner of his mouth and then used a fork to take a large piece of steak from Li Lin's plate.

Wellington steak is characterized by its golden-brown crust, which locks in the freshness and flavor of the ingredients to the maximum extent, and it has been highly praised over the years.

Unfortunately, making Wellington steak was really time-consuming and laborious. Even though the restaurant had pre-made semi-finished products, it still took them forty minutes to wait. However, for Nian, who had just finished eating salted fish pie, the time was just right.

"It's so much better than the salted fish pie."

"Then why are you ordering?" Princess Alice dared not be angry or speak out, only silently complaining in her heart.

After finishing their meal, Nian and Li Lin left directly and went to a Chinese restaurant not far away across the street.

Princess Alice didn't go; she needed to calm herself down.

......

"Wow, what kind of rubbish is British food?"

Upon entering the brightly lit Chinese restaurant, Nian's expression visibly relaxed. He then pulled over a chair, sat on it, and stuck out his red tongue.

"Bring me hot pot! No half-and-half pot, no clear broth pot, give me the spiciest one!" Nian slammed his hand on the table, his imposing manner overwhelming.

"okay--"

Nian has always been someone who can't live without spicy food, but since leaving Bronze City, her palate has become so bland that birds could fly out of her mouth.

The owner of this Chinese restaurant in London is from Yueqing, Wenzhou, Zhejiang Province, but the head chef specializes in Sichuan cuisine. Generally, their dishes are divided into authentic Chinese food and modified Chinese food.

The former is proper Chinese food, while the latter is like General Tso's Chicken, a hybrid of Chinese and Western dishes with a sweet and sour flavor comparable to McDonald's chicken nuggets. Ironically, the latter actually sells quite well.

However, the arrival of the New Year has kept the kitchen staff extremely busy – after all, very few people come in and order the spiciest hot pot.

The hot pot was served, its aroma of red oil and spicy flavor filling the air, with a pot piled high with broth.

Impatiently, Nian raised her hand and grabbed a chopstick.

As if performing some kind of devout ritual, Nian picked up a slice of meat, blew on it, then dipped it in the sauce and stuffed it into her mouth.

The numbing and spicy flavors burst forth on the tip of the tongue, and Nian's eyes widened instantly.

"Hiss—" As if a wave of heat rolled over his back, Nian sat up. "It's right, it's right, it's right."