Next Time We Meet

Victoria was no kindhearted soul. She was the most powerful woman of this era, having just suppressed the Indian Rebellion, placed the colony there under direct rule, and been crowned Emperor of India. Her prestige was at its peak.

Lan Mu's strange abilities did not shock her. What surprised her was his contempt for imperial authority.

In fact, Victoria had suffered more than one assassination attempt. Scharos, who had lost the Crimean War, had repeatedly attempted to assassinate the royal family, and some of those assassins possessed powerful Contained Objects.

She could be killed, but she could never tolerate an insult to her aristocratic dignity.

Even an enemy had to show Victoria sufficient respect.

Yet now, Lan Mu had made a dog crawl beneath her skirt to retrieve a Contained Object.

Though it had once been her own beloved pet, it had become the enemy's lackey.

She held her head high and glared fixedly at Lan Mu, her eyes wishing him dead.

"Boss! This is it!"

Little Wang crawled beneath Victoria's skirt, the broad fabric completely concealing him.

Victoria's entire body trembled. It was impossible to tell whether it was from anger or something else.

Before long, Little Wang came scampering out with a diary in his mouth.

"It really is a Prophetic Diary. It has already used up this many pages at this point?"

Lan Mu casually flipped through it. Only twenty usable pages remained.

His primary objective had already been achieved.

Though he was immensely confident, he still had to cautiously guard against the various Contained Objects of this era.

Adonis had said that the British royal family possessed over a hundred Contained Objects. Clearly, Buckingham Palace did not hold very many of them.

But Lan Mu was in no hurry. Taking the Prophetic Diary first was equivalent