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"Very good." Xiao Ce's voice returned to calm, as if the thrilling conversation had never happened. "Your Majesty is indeed a wise man. Remember, survive, stabilize the rear, and pass on intelligence. As for the rest, there's no need to ask any more questions; just wait."

Just then, the carriage jolted slightly, and its speed noticeably slowed down.

A guard's voice came from outside the carriage window: "Your Majesty, Mr. Sean, the city gate is almost here!"

Xiao Ce smiled slightly, as if he were truly just bidding farewell at the last moment and entrusting a few official matters: "Your Majesty, the future of the Alliance City and the stability of the British Empire are entrusted to you. Have a safe journey."

His smile was gentle, but his eyes were like deep pools, clearly conveying the warning, "Take care of yourself."

Zion Capo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all his turbulent emotions, and quickly put on an expression of being flattered and grateful, his voice filled with just the right amount of excitement!

"Mr. Sean, please rest assured! Sean will dedicate himself to the cause until his dying breath! He will never fail the trust of the Chairman and you! Please also convey to the Chairman Sean my deepest gratitude and my firmest resolve!"

His performance, because of his lingering shock and complex emotions at this moment, seemed all the more real.

The carriage came to a steady stop at the city gate.

Xiao Ce opened the car door, got out first, and nodded slightly to the guards at the city gate. A'Tie was naturally left behind, but he was left staring at Zion Capo!

After getting out of the car, Sean Capo straightened his robes and bowed deeply to Xiao Ce again: "Mr. Sean, please wait!"

Xiao Ce stood in the shadows of the city gate, smiling and nodding: "Your Majesty, Special Envoy, take care. I await good news."

Zion Capord dared not linger a moment longer, fearing he would lose control and reveal more of his emotions. He turned hastily and, under the protection of the Illuminati, boarded the larger royal carriage that had been waiting for him, ready to travel to the British capital.

The carriage curtains were drawn, blocking out the view from the outside world.

The convoy slowly started, drove out of the massive city gates of the Alliance City, and embarked on its journey home.

Zion Capo slumped in the luxurious carriage seat, panting heavily as if he had just been pulled from a drowning abyss. Cold sweat had completely soaked his clothes, which clung to his skin, leaving them icy cold.

The confrontation in the train carriage just now, which lasted only a dozen minutes, was a hundred times more dangerous than any negotiation or crisis he had ever experienced in his life!

Sean Aurelius...Empress Boudica...Atelier...going with the flow...sacrifice...

Countless questions and a deluge of information clashed wildly in his mind. The young man's calm yet unfathomable gaze at the end was etched into his memory like a brand.

Who exactly is he? When did Empress Boudica acquire such a terrifying figure who could infiltrate Nie Bing's heart?

Is what he said true? Or is it another, deeper, and more terrifying trap?

Lost in thought, Zion Capo looked at A-Tie in front of him again.

Ah Tie looked no different from any other ordinary person...

However, this person seemed to have absolutely no emotion...

Sion's heart was still pounding. After the immense fear came a deeper, more indescribable chill. He felt as if he had stepped into a chessboard far larger and darker than Nie Bing's cage.

He was no longer a pawn, but... a double agent in some sense?

Besides Nie Bing, it seems that the one controlling the game is also the hidden Sean (or the person behind him)... and perhaps even Empress Boudica.

After pondering for a moment, he shook his head, clearing his mind of all distractions.

Those were battles between gods, and it didn't seem to have much to do with him...

...

Xiao Ce did this to put his mind at ease.

Do not do anything to harm them out of fear and despair.

After Xiao Ce's investigation, Xiao Ce still felt that although this person had some skills, his ability to withstand pressure was too poor.

Most importantly, he also fills in the blanks in his own mind.

After some thought, Xiao Ce decided to go back, figuring things should be fine there.

With such an army, things should be fine.

His primary concern is consolidating his power; he doesn't need to worry about Viktor King's situation.

Xiao Ce had already planted a huge seed of discord with Viktor King; the question now was when that seed would explode...

After watching Zion Capo's group walk away, Xiao Ce went back to report to Nie Bing...

...

At this moment, inside the governor's mansion, Nie Bing saw Xiao En (Xiao Ce) coming over and smiled.

Sean (Xiao Ce) said to Nie Bing, "Mr. Sean, how is it?"

Xiao Ce followed Nie Bing's lead and said he was going to deliver Zion Capo, but he actually meant to test the waters one last time.

At this moment, Nie Bing had absolute trust in Xiao Ce...

Without hesitation, he replied, "Reporting to the Guild Master, the test was successful...this person is trustworthy..."

Nie Bing smiled after hearing Xiao Ce's words.

"Then his family members must be settled properly... How was the reception of the ceremony we held?" Nie Bing sat down and gently rubbed her temples.

Xiao Ce smiled at Nie Bing and then said, "Reporting to the Guild Master, everything is fine... Moreover, we've gained a good reputation, and everyone is certain that our Illuminati is helping, not plundering..."

Hearing what Xiao En (Xiao Ce) said, Nie Bing nodded in satisfaction: "Very good... Thanks to you... To be honest, I underestimated the pressure of taking on this role as president... I thought it would be simple, but I didn't expect... this matter is extremely complicated..."

Xiao Ce remained bowing with a smile, then said to Nie Bing, "It is my honor to serve you... and I thank the president for giving me this opportunity..."

Nie Bing smiled and said, "Now, before those kings and nobles arrive, I should be able to rest for a few days..."

Xiao Ce nodded.

Nie Bing smiled and said, "The best thing I ever did was hire you... If I were in your shoes, I might be able to do it well, but I would definitely be overwhelmed..."

Xiao Ce listened and naturally responded with polite formalities...

...

The wheels rolled over the ancient road leading to the British capital, raising clouds of dust.

The royal carriage, escorted by the elite Illuminati, moved like a silent torrent of iron toward the turbulent British Empire.

Several days later, the caravan finally arrived in the British capital.

Zion Capo's heart sank. Through the car window, he saw several daring citizens peering out, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity, fear, and a barely perceptible hint of...

Schadenfreude? He understood that in the eyes of many Britons, he, the king who had been "invited" to the Alliance City by the Illuminati and then released, had probably long since become a puppet of a vassal power, or a pitiful wretch about to be abandoned.

However, when the motorcade reached the central square in front of the palace, the scene suddenly changed!

The square was surrounded by the Royal Guard, which had been thoroughly guarded by Zion through his trusted confidants.

A considerable number of people had gathered in the square!

They were not there spontaneously, but rather organized by officials of various ranks, minor nobles loyal to Zion, and prominent figures from the merchant guild. Upon seeing the convoy bearing the insignia of the British royal family and the flag of the Illuminati Alliance City, the crowd erupted in cheers—not particularly enthusiastic, but certainly loud enough!

"Long live His Majesty the King!"

"Welcome back in triumph, Your Majesty!"

"Long live the Illuminati! Long live the Alliance City!"

The voices were perfectly synchronized, clearly indicating that they had been rehearsed.

Flowers! Though they seemed somewhat extravagant and out of place in the desolate winter of the capital, they were tossed to the caravan.

Some simple little flags bearing the words "Order and Prosperity," donated by the Alliance cities, were waved among the crowd.

This "warm welcome" scene contrasted sharply with the deathly silence when the convoy entered the city, creating a deliberately staged performance.

Zion Cabo took a deep breath, opened the car door, and, with the help of his attendants, stepped onto the steps in front of the palace.

He straightened his back, trying to make himself look dignified and confident.

He knew that this play had officially begun the moment he set foot on British soil.

And the silent steel fortress behind him, A Tie, is his most important prop and deterrent.

His gaze swept across the crowd, and he spotted several familiar faces!

Lord Vito, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, wore a fawning smile, but his eyes flickered uncertainly; Earl Rogers, the commander of the city's defenses, stood ramrod straight, but his tightly pursed lips betrayed a hint of resentment.

Several other earls, who were quite powerful in the region but had always maintained an ambiguous attitude, also stood at the front of the welcoming party, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

"My people!" Zion's voice rang out through a simple megaphone, carrying a deliberately exaggerated fervor!

"I'm back! I've returned carrying the deepest trust and expectations of the Illuminati President of the Alliance City, and the Illuminati's unwavering support for the future of Britain!"

He paused deliberately!

Let "Illuminati", "President of Illuminati", and "support" it.

These keywords echoed in the square, striking a clear chord in the hearts of every onlooker.

"The Alliance City has officially appointed me as its Plenipotentiary Envoy to Britain!"

Sion held aloft the parchment scroll bearing the seal of President Nie Bing and the emblem of the Alliance City Administration Bureau!

"This is not just an honor, but a heavy responsibility! The new president of the Illuminati promises that the Illuminati will use the strength of the Alliance City to fully assist us in stabilizing the Empire, restoring order, and bringing back its former prosperity!"

A commotion and whispers arose from the crowd.

Appoint the king as the country's special envoy?

This unheard-of position itself is shrouded in mystery and power. But words like "stability," "order," and "prosperity" truly resonate with the deepest desires of the British people at that time.

“However, order will not appear out of thin air!” Zion Capo’s voice suddenly turned sharp, his gaze sweeping across the nobles in the front row with piercing intensity!

"It needs loyalty! It needs strength! And it needs decisive elimination! Boudica's poison still lingers, and those rebels who intend to divide the country and oppose the bright future still lurk in the shadows like venomous snakes, trying to drag us back into the abyss of chaos!"

His finger pointed to an open space on one side of the palace.

There, dozens of soldiers from the Guangzhao Army were escorting more than a dozen people who were bound hand and foot and covered in wounds.

The leader was none other than a well-known liberal orator in the capital, who had repeatedly questioned Zion Capo's authority and whose voices had been tinged with sympathy for Boudica.

They were arrested in the capital by Zion's trusted guards and the Illuminati in advance during his return journey. The charges? Naturally, "inciting rebellion" and "colluding with Boudica's remnants."

What Zion Capo wanted to do was simple: make an example of someone!

Previously, he was focused on doing nothing and trying not to offend anyone, so he could do nothing. But now, these people have undoubtedly become the best targets!

"Look! These are the parasites who are trying to overthrow the order!"

Zion Capo's voice was as cold as iron!

"The majesty of the Illuminati cannot be desecrated! The goodwill of the Alliance City cannot be betrayed! There is only one fate for such traitors!"

He didn't say that word!

But A-Tie, who was standing a step behind him, moved.

Under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, Atiena's body, which was no different from that of an ordinary person, rushed forward at a speed that was almost like teleportation!

There was no roar, no superfluous movement; the steel-forged hand was like the most precise instrument of torture.

With a soft "crack," the throat bone of the leading speaker was swiftly and decisively crushed! The man's astonishment and fear didn't even have time to fully unfold on his face before he collapsed to the ground, dead.

Dead!

The square fell into absolute silence! Even breathing seemed to freeze. The crowd that had been waving flags just moments before felt as if they had been choked, and fear, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed everyone.

The nobles were even paler than before, and their legs were trembling uncontrollably.

Too fast! Too ruthless! Is this the power of the Illuminati? Is this the seemingly ordinary guard?!

After doing all this, Atie retreated behind Xion expressionlessly, as if he had merely dusted off a bit of dust. He didn't even glance at the corpse on the ground.

Zion Capo's heart was pounding; A'Tie's decisiveness and power far exceeded his expectations.

He had expected these robots to be powerful, but he never imagined they would be this powerful!

He forcefully suppressed his turbulent emotions, his voice carrying a deliberately crafted, all-encompassing coldness:

"This is the consequence of opposing the Illuminati, opposing the Alliance City, and opposing the Future Order of Britain!"

Sion Capote paused, then continued, "Oh, right, I forgot to introduce him to everyone. This Iron Man, Iron, is a member of the infamous Iron Legion! That power he displayed earlier was just a small demonstration! By order of the Guild Master, he serves as my senior bodyguard and liaison officer for the Alliance City. He is the embodiment of the Illuminati's will here! His eyes can see the filth in any shadow; his strength is enough to crush any arrogant rebel!"