I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"How's the night view of Longmen?"

The lynx encountered the dragon at a food stall near the inn. The dragon was dressed in ordinary clothes and eating simple, rustic snacks, just like an ordinary citizen of Lungmen.

"Very good, a rare sight on this land."

She sat down on the small stool on his other side and gave a very ordinary answer.

"A breathtaking view... well, it's still a long way off."

During the day, he waved to the boss next to him.

"Brother, two more bowls of fish balls, please."

"I will not eat."

"I'll eat two bowls."

"..."

Seeing the dragon accept both portions of Scale Balls as if it were the most natural thing in the world, the lynx almost froze on its own.

She picked up a scale ball with a skewer and chewed it slowly, while the dragon glanced at her.

"If you have any other questions, please ask them quickly."

It was very late, and his wife, children, and warm bed at home were waiting for him to come back.

"..."

The lynx looked at him, its fingertips clenched so tightly they had lost their color.

“Theresia. I want to know…”

Why did Theresa die?

During the day, he stacked the empty paper bowls together and turned his head away.

The azure light in his eyes blended with the colorful neon lights, and the emerald green figure still remained within them.

"Then, in what capacity are you asking me this, Kal'tsit?"

"Is it the head of Rhodes Island, the pharmaceutical company? Is it Lord Kazdel? Is it a trusted advisor of the Demon Lord?"

"still……"

"We're friends."

"friend?"

Shenlong's tone rose slightly.

"I wanted an answer as a friend."

"Is that so..."

Bai Zhou picked up the bowl of fish-shaped dumplings that he hadn't touched yet and handed it to her.

"I will only tell my friends the information I have."

“Kal'tsit…”

"Do you... still remember the meaning of gardenias?"

"..."

The lynx lowered its eyes slightly, its emerald gaze sweeping over the white scales and flesh in the clear soup before finally settling on his hand.

"I... prefer irises to gardenias."

The fish balls tasted very good; the shop owner's skills were excellent.

only……

"A persistent fog still shrouds this land. Perhaps only when the sun rises and its scorching rays can dispel the fog."

"..."

I really don't know where the other person learned this way of speaking.

If you don't want to explain, why not just say it directly? Why do you have to beat around the bush and say things that nobody likes?

However, a good result is enough.

"Your Majesty, Kal'tsit is such a blockhead."

Watching the lynx disappear, the bird that had been hiding in his pocket poked its head out and muttered something under its breath.

It was only during the day that he belatedly expressed his feelings.

And she's so stubborn; they only made up now because of a small disagreement. If it weren't for her intervention, who knows how much longer they would have remained deadlocked.

She's different.

As soon as the civil war ended, she went over and beat up that unscrupulous older brother, letting him know that having a big fist is useless, and letting him know that a scoundrel brother who bullies his sister will be severely punished by his parents.

"Thank you very much for this time. But I will need to trouble you for a while longer."

"Your Majesty's request is no excuse for such formalities. If it weren't for Your Majesty's assistance, Kazdel would never have been rebuilt."

Although it was made clear from the beginning that this was a transaction, Theresa was genuinely grateful to the dragon.

Given the Sarkaz's reputation, Bai Zhou could simply sit back and watch them fight amongst themselves, completely ignoring the Sarkaz's predicament and even gaining the upper hand to completely crush them.

But... Kazdel became one of the first nations to join the community.

The dragon was willing to provide them with assistance, and even to acknowledge the legitimacy of Kazdel despite pressure from other nations.

"Rather than letting the stubborn royal court drag Kazdel down with it, it is better to take the risk and be reborn after destruction."

When the benevolent Demon King dies, those opportunists who relied on his mercy for protection will face the reckoning of the powerful Regent.

Once those scourges that are dragging down the entire Sarkaz are eliminated, a legitimate new king will be needed to confidently make changes.

That was her plan.

But a plan is just a plan, and there are still many flaws in it, so she needs someone with the power to correct it to help monitor it.

The reason Bai Zhou was willing to get involved in this matter was not solely because of Kal'tsit.

Victoria will be the next breakthrough for the community to change the world.

As the saying goes, a country cannot be without a ruler for a single day.

At that moment, he happened to have a suitable candidate for monarch to recommend to Victoria.

But even if we consider Ah Yao's tail, those grand dukes would not easily accept a new king to bind them who have already gained their freedom.

With the increasingly dire situation in the north, Da Yan had little time to deal with Victoria. Therefore, reinforcements from Kazdel became the optimal solution.

Yes, from the very beginning, from the Demon King's murder to the Regent's escape to Victoria, it was all part of their plan.

Whether it was the Demon King, the Regent, the Doctor, the Victorian royalists, or even Fyodor of Ursus, they had all informed each other long ago, except for the Great Lynx, who was kept in the dark.

Hmm... and his family's Draco hasn't been told about this yet either.

"Ah!"

Draco, who was warming himself by the fire, suddenly sneezed.

"Talulah, I've told you so many times to wear more clothes. Although it's much warmer in the south than on the ice plains, you can't just run around bare-legged. I've wanted to ask you for a long time why you don't have pants."

"I know, I know, okay Alina, stop talking about it."

Young Delac looked at his friend who was sewing clothes, his face contorted with embarrassment.

"You've only said a few words and you're already getting impatient. If you ever burn Yelena's cloak again, you'll have to sew it yourself."

"No, dear Alina, it was my fault. Please don't abandon me."

"As you know, with my methods, Yelena would definitely chase me down and beat me up."

Talulah has a clear understanding of her own needlework skills.

"Sigh... Talulah, be more careful next time. This cloak is practically new."

Alina folded the thick cloak and placed it on the table, watching her friend give her helpless instructions.

Although she knew that saying this would have little effect. Those two were so serious that they were capable of destroying the Patriots' camp.

After finishing sewing the clothes, the two started chatting about other topics.

"I didn't expect the emperor to be so easy to talk to... he was actually willing to give an infected organization like ours a chance."

“How could we possibly be easy to talk to? It’s just that our goals happen to be the same as his. The arrogant emperor doesn’t mind giving the vagrants some streets that are useless to him to beg on.”

The deer girl's innocence wasn't mocked by her friends. Talulah patiently explained things to her that the girl didn't know.

"The Reunion movement needs positive publicity and development, and Fyodor needs the Infected to help him fight against the old elite faction. If we can really change the Infected's hostile attitude towards Ursus, the benefits he can gain will far outweigh the advantages of suppressing us."

“If we conflict with his goals, for example, if our slogan of fighting for all the infected is just a pretense, and we are just thugs like those Rusthammer guys in the wilderness, whose real purpose is to fight against his empire and hinder its progress, those monsters will destroy us even if they have to fight Mr. Patriot to the death.”

"So that's how it is..."

Alina sighed softly, shaking her head with amusement at her own fantasy.

Her name is—Tarua!

In the St. Arthur's Castle in Ursus, within that magnificent palace.

Emperor Fyodor of Ursus, who was still young and in good health, was currently troubled by matters of state.

"Witt! Witt!"

He called out loudly to his trusted confidants and courtiers. His powerful call was like the roar of a giant bear patrolling a ravine.

"Your Majesty, Yan Jun's reply has arrived."

Islam Witt, who followed him and was loyal to him, and who served as his link to the outside world, came to him in response to his call.

"very good……"

Upon finally hearing the news that pleased him, the young monarch paled instantly, his face beaming with joy and delight.

"How did Lord Yan respond?"

"Yan Jun's attitude is very friendly to us."