After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

If we could find out the location of that sunken continent and organize a salvage team to conduct archaeological salvage, perhaps Ysgard could also escape its predicament through its own efforts?

I wonder if any demons might survive in the deep sea...

Recalling the rapidly evolving demons on the floating continent, Nia's lips twitched, thinking that it would be better for her not to let Margarita act rashly.

Thinking of Margarita... Nia quickly added:

"By the way, how's Margarita doing?"

"You mean Miss President? Hmm... there's a minor rebellion in the country caused by capitalists, but we had already quelled it by the time we went to sea..."

It appears that a rebellion has broken out within Isogai – a rebellion "forced out" by the President's daughter.

The profit-driven merchants, who had forgotten their roots, were forced to rise up in arms to protect their property under the various laws of Isgard.

They attempted to undermine the President's authority through public opinion and pinned their hopes on the period when Isgard was diverting its main forces to the colonial war—with its forces depleted, surely the President wouldn't directly use military means to deal with them, these "good citizens who had to stand up to protect their property"?

After all, merchants have their own sense of righteousness! In this situation, wouldn't negotiating and compromising through diplomatic means be the best course of action? Who would want to exterminate profit-driven merchants just because of this? Impossible, right?

Amid the merchants' expectations, the President of Issugard shattered all the favorable conditions before them with a sharp blade—not only would the President deal with all the merchants who had risen up in rebellion through military action, but she would also re-establish her authority through this uprising.

Under the personal leadership of the President, Issugard's elite forces quickly broke through the defenses of the mercenaries assembled by merchants in the rebellious region. An asymmetrical war ensued, with almost every battle ending in a crushing defeat for the merchants.

By the time Kino and her companions set sail, the rebellion had already been largely suppressed. Three hundred prominent merchants were executed on the spot, their wealth used to rebuild the local economy or replenish the national treasury. Thanks to the President's efforts, the rebellion's impact was gradually diminishing, and internal threats within Isgard were resolved ahead of schedule.

Although Nia finds it hard to judge whether this practice of removing the flesh before a tumor is discovered in the body will actually make Ysgard better... to be honest, she also really hates those ungrateful merchants.

After all, Roman's ungrateful businessmen had given her an extremely bad impression... If they could hoard food to make more dirty money, then next time they could replace the protective gear and medical supplies meant to protect the soldiers' lives with inferior goods to make even more money!

To prevent loyal citizens from being exploited by capitalists, it's wise to eliminate these businessmen beforehand... right?

Nia muttered to herself. Just then, Kino curiously asked about the current situation of their enemy, the Roman Empire, on the continent of Elusia.

“I heard from those scholars who fled that the Roman Empire was in a terrible state... but I had absolutely no idea what they meant by ‘terrible’?”

"Lady Nia, you've been here for quite some time now, so I think you should know a fair bit about the Romans, right? Could you satisfy my curiosity and tell me what the Romans are up to?"

"...Should we just forget about it?"

Why?

"After all, it's really not good for children. Never mind, later when you're within the United Kingdom, you can learn about the Roman Empire's situation through the accounts of the elves and the Bayerzens... They're very friendly to outsiders, so you can go and ask them yourselves, understand?"

"Oh..."

Looking at Kino, who was obediently nodding in front of him, the Black Dragon sighed and decided to take them to Constantinople to meet with His Majesty Yang Hao to confirm the outcome of the [transaction].

But just then, the guards standing outside rushed in and said: His Majesty wants to see you.

It turned out that after learning that the fleet of Issugard was about to arrive at their port, Yang Hao and the others had made preparations to receive them.

But then he thought that just waiting around wasn't a good idea—so after leaving Theresa to work in the palace, Yang Hao and Finn went to the port together, intending to inspect the first pot of gold they were about to receive while discussing the next transaction with Nia.

Instead of waiting in the coastal office, they rested briefly at the harbor's observation deck. They watched as merchant ships from Isgard carried chests of gold into their warehouses, while small golems from the United Nations loaded barrels of magical storage devices already filled with magic onto the ships.

Cash on delivery—what a reasonable and efficient way to trade! Yang Hao liked it that way. But then again? Those women with what looked like fish fins near their ears...were they sirens?

"It looks a lot like the antlers on Naruja's head. It must be the [magic organ] that the Sirens use to release magic, right?"

Yang Hao watched curiously, and after reaching out to touch Naruja's head, which had somehow gotten close to him, he came to this conclusion.

"Actually, I'm more curious about how long the Sirens can stay underwater... After all, it seems like there isn't a race in our United Kingdom that can stay underwater for extended periods of time?"

"After all, all our alien races come from inland areas, and specifically from the forests. You can't expect forest wolves to be good swimmers in the sea, can you?"

Fen rolled her eyes and imitated Yang Hao's action by touching Naruja's head—except that she was petite and had to stand on tiptoe to touch the top of Naruja's head.

“That’s true… But then again, I thought the Sirens’ promised arrival would be two years away… In that case, our transactions here will have to be brought forward accordingly.”

"Isn't it just a technical transaction code? You can just verbally describe it."

"But Nia probably plans to send me on a business trip to Isgard ahead of schedule. I mean this—ah, they're here... But speaking of which, is Nia really this conservative in front of her own people? Why does she dress so alluringly in front of me..."

Hearing this, Fen paused for a moment, then could only sigh helplessly.

Let's put aside the issue of the black dragon's attire for now. Let's talk about the important matter of our upcoming business trip to Ysgard.

Yang Hao was in a desperate situation and had no choice but to ask Black Dragon to make a condition he couldn't refuse. However, since he had already agreed, the United Nations certainly couldn't go back on its word—otherwise, they would not only be at a disadvantage diplomatically, but more importantly, Isgard was a crucial ally of the United Nations and absolutely couldn't be abandoned...

...Never mind. It's just sending her man away on a business trip for a year or two, right? With the teleportation technology handed over to Ysgard and a large amount of magic storage equipment transferred there, Finn could even, once the location is confirmed, regularly send Yang Hao to work every morning and pick him up every evening...

In this situation, what can the Isgardians possibly do to their men? It's very difficult! If all else fails, Fen can simply stick to his side every day.

Moreover, in this way, the person who might be most jealous in the end is actually Sister Teresa... After all, she can't possibly give up her job in Bayerzans to go to Ysgard, can she?

Hmph...

The little elf had already begun planning every detail of her future with Yang Hao, as well as all sorts of conspiracies and schemes.

Just then, an elven ranger arrived from afar with an urgent report.

When they arrived, the black dragon happened to be there with his descendants, and naturally overheard all the contents of the elf's urgent report.

"Your Majesty—! The Roman Empire has once again launched a spontaneous military operation... and their target seems to be the [Skur Territory] that we planned to conquer in the south!"

The elf's urgent report stunned everyone.

Especially for Yang Hao, who knows the Shkur Territory best, the only two valuable things in that place besides the mines are farmland and forests. There is nothing else. Why would a group of civilians try to break through the blockade of the undead under the guise of military operations?

Seeing Yang Hao's confusion, the wandering knight simply leaned forward and whispered a piece of uncertain information they had obtained:

The people trying to break through the blockade of the undead were all followers of the Church of Light from other regions—they didn't know what the parish had done, nor did they know what the undead were all about. Their movement toward Shkur Territory seemed to be due to a divine revelation.

A divine revelation personally given to these believers by the God of Light—especially considering that Teresa had always insisted that the Light was urging them to go to the rescue—made Yang Hao even more certain of one thing:

The God of Light is probably really in a hurry.

Chapter Seven: An Unexpected Accident and Nia's Sigh - 8K

4 month 14 day.

When the peasants from the surrounding areas of the Roman Empire traversed the canyon roads, once frequented by the undead and now only littered with skeletons and rotting corpses, they were less than five days' walk from the territory of Shkur.

These farmers all carried some kind of religious artifacts from the Church of Light. Some were small cross necklaces, while others had cross tattoos on their shoulders. In short, it was an undeniable fact that they were followers of the Church of Light in a remote area.

The reason they were moving cautiously in groups towards the territory of Shkur was because they had received a revelation called "divine revelation".

So-called "divine revelation" is mostly just what one sees and hears in a dream—but this world is a world where gods truly exist. Perhaps most gods would disdain controlling their followers through dreams, but for some despicable people who cannot rise to a higher level, using the ultimate limit is their norm.

The God of Light delivered a message, a hint, and a command to believers in remote areas through a dream.

The news—naturally—was that the culprit responsible for all the natural and man-made disasters that had occurred in the Roman Empire was located within the territory of Shkur.

The implication—naturally—is that everything will be alright and the Regent will return to the Roman Empire if the believers execute the culprit.

The order—naturally, was for the believers to go to the territory of Shkur.

Only one of the three points mentioned above is true, but for those people who were already living in despair, even a false hope was like a refreshing rain. They began packing their things almost at dawn after waking up, and after following the safe path pointed out to them by the God of Light through the passage that had once been occupied by the living dead, they became even more convinced of the authenticity of this large-scale divine revelation.

“Only God can lead us to such a safe path…” a believer holding a wooden stick murmured devoutly. “If we can find the culprit who caused the empire to fall into such a state under the divine revelation of the God of Light, perhaps everything will be alright.”

"That's right! I knew it. Only a god could have the ability to make tens of thousands of people have the same dream! Even the most powerful mage in the empire couldn't make us all have the same dream from such a distance, let alone have the same dream content!"

"The only problem is, do we really have the ability to deal with the culprit? You know, we're just a bunch of farmers..."

These believers have long lost the ability to question divine revelation. On the one hand, they genuinely want to end the current war as soon as possible and return to a peaceful and stable life. On the other hand, their faith in God is blind—if God tells them to kill someone, then they simply kill that person and that's it.

In this situation, these believers temporarily displayed unparalleled cohesion—but for them, there was still a question that needed answering...

That is—do they really have the ability to deal with the culprit?

During their rest stops, the farmers boiled the bones they had collected along the way, adding moss and grass on top. The bones still contained some marrow, which, while not enough to truly fill their stomachs, was enough to sustain them for the rest of their journey.

They drank the murky hot soup, gesturing to each other about their emaciated bodies.

To be honest, if they weren't farmers but a group of soldiers, they probably wouldn't have had any doubts about whether they could fight the enemy.

But the problem is—are they really just a bunch of farmers? There are fewer than two hundred people with combat experience, and most of them don't even know the correct way to hold a wooden stick, let alone fight with others!

“But don’t forget! We have tens of thousands of people here! Men, women, old people, young people! Tens of thousands of people can’t possibly be unable to defeat even one person, can they?” An older border priest scoffed, downing the hot soup in his broken wooden bowl in one gulp. He then chewed on a piece of finger bone, greedily sucking out the marrow. “Besides… the God of Light gave us divine revelation, which means that it’s actually an enemy that even we can fight—maybe it’s just a bastard, a whore, a damn brat…”

"Then why doesn't the God of Light come in person?"

"Have you ever seen an emperor personally till the land? You idiot!"

Although they didn't know exactly what kind of enemy they would be facing, these believers were certain that it was an enemy they could defeat. Otherwise, why would the God of Light specifically name them to go there?

In short, these guys are a problem. Their numbers are large, and while they might not be able to destroy everything in Shkur, allowing them to enter and wreak havoc will seriously disrupt the United Nations' future plans.

So after much deliberation, the elves observing from the trees decided to bring back the latest information via magic—and that's how things ended up like this.

At the port of the United Nations, Yang Hao concluded that the God of Light must be in a hurry. If the God of Light were still calm, he probably wouldn't have allowed a group of farmers to cause trouble in the territory of Shkur.

Moreover, if the God of Light really had the capacity to personally deal with the escaped "Light," he would have done so long ago—after all, it's like playing a competitive game; someone who can truly pin you down and beat you wouldn't talk so much, would they? Isn't directly pinning you down better than empty words?

Therefore, the God of Light became anxious, and Yang Hao and the others also became anxious.

This means that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the United Nations might be able to tear down that so-called God of Light and chop off his head this year or next. But before that... the reason Yang Hao and the others are anxious is that they also need to advance their plans and rescue [Light] from that place ahead of time.

(After all, the divine revelation of the God of Light almost certainly confirmed that the [Light] was there... But even if there were tens of thousands of people, it would be very troublesome to fight them, let alone a group of fanatical believers.)

(Besides, the God of Light might take the opportunity to do something to those believers... and considering our geographical location... um... we have to get into Roman territory beforehand—damn it.)

We had just prepared for a period of stable development over the next few months, and now we have to resort to aggressive military campaigns again.

Hopefully this really is the last unexpected incident of the year.

Thinking of this, Yang Hao sighed:

"I understand. Go and inform Baselis in Constantinople first—we'll discuss it immediately upon our return. Thank you."

"Yes!"

The elven ranger left. Just then, Yang Hao sighed and shook his head.

Then, he and Fen turned around and faced the strange-looking Miss Black Dragon and the Siren beside her. After inviting them to sit in the pavilion that had been prepared by the observation deck, Yang Hao cut to the chase, stating that due to unforeseen circumstances, his meeting with Black Dragon here would not be long. Therefore, if possible, he hoped Black Dragon could get straight to the point.

Nia expressed her understanding and immediately pushed out the siren beside her:

"Simply put, this Siren is the chief engineer of this migration. Her name is Kino, and she should be able to bring about more changes to the United Nations."

"Oh?"

Yang Hao raised an eyebrow: He had previously thought that the Sirens who came were just rare people with innate magical abilities, but he did not expect that this time it was an engineer. So, are the other Sirens like that too?

Yang Hao looked at the Sirens, who looked at him rather awkwardly and smiled: