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The little rabbit cried out in surprise and immediately rushed forward, barely catching the life knot so that it did not fall to the ground.

"Herhunzoren, I asked you to hand over my life knot to the Demon King, but I didn't ask you to throw it away. If it breaks, will you compensate me?"

"If you can still accept my compensation by then, then that's fine."

"[Succinct Kazdel slang]."

Herhunzollon ignored Frémont's cordial greetings and looked at Amiya who was checking Frémont's proposition.

"Are you the current Demon King of Kazdel?"

"Hmm? Yes, I did inherit the power of the Demon King from Sister Theresa."

Just a few words made Herhunzollon's eyes flicker.

"Didn't you take over the Demon King's position yourself?"

"..."

Amiya's silence was the answer that Herhunzollon wanted.

"Herhunzollen, you ask too many questions."

Flemont pushed away Ermengarde, who was still pulling at his beard, straightened his clothes and appearance, and looked at the lofty Witch King.

"Flemont, this is a meeting between the former monarch of Leitania and the rightful monarch of Kazdel. You should have interrupted."

Helhunzollon's words instantly elevated the conversation between him and Amiya to a higher level.

"Why did you become the Demon King? I heard from Frémont about you. You didn't take on the Demon King's position voluntarily, but even now you still follow this path and regard it as your goal. Why? What is your understanding of the position of king?"

Chapter 331: The Kingly Way of Nothingness

"What is your understanding of the position of king?"

Herhunzollon sat on the throne and looked at Amiya sternly.

"king……"

"Fremont told me you wanted to become a benevolent and compassionate demon king, to create a land without sorrow, discrimination, or inequality. Carters, if all you can say is such empty ideals, there's no need for you to answer my questions."

Amiya's eyes narrowed, and her expression beneath the mask was a little restrained.

"Or let me ask you another question. How do you plan to change your country? As a king, that city hidden in the smoke of war must be your country, right? The Sarkaz's mobile city. I've investigated it before, and there's no doubt that city was completely vulnerable to Leithania at the time."

Amiya was silent. This was not the first time she faced these problems. As the Demon King, both Ark and Kal'tsit had educated her on this aspect. Even her most recent study was about state governance.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the lofty Herhunzoren, a senior who had walked ahead of her on the path to becoming a monarch. Now he was asking her questions, asking her how she should govern the country of Kazdel.

“I would start with the economy.”

"continue."

Herhunzollon looked at Amiya. He was looking forward to what kind of answer this alien demon king would give him. She was the demon king of the Sarkaz and the one that Fremont was currently following. As a good friend, he felt that he could and should take a good look at how capable Carters was.

However, from the previous conversation, he had already vaguely determined what the most fatal problem that Custer had was.

"Due to the millennia of suffering suffered by the Sarkaz on this land, as well as the Kazdel National Defense War 200 years ago and the siege by the Terran nations, Kazdel's economy has been in a state of collapse. Even though the situation improved slightly during Sister Theresa's reign, most Kazdelians are still forced to engage in the most stereotypical profession of the Sarkaz race: mercenaries.

Selling military services to other countries in exchange for money has long been a stereotype that the Sarkaz have created for people around the world. We don't expect this stereotype to be broken immediately, but we must start to change it."

Amiya said this, and then she was silent for a moment, as if she was organizing her words.

"How do you plan to change Kazdel's economic situation?"

“Relief for work.”

"Oh?"

Herhunzollen looked at the little rabbit in front of him with some surprise. In a country that was almost accustomed to exchanging fists and knives for money and had violence engraved in its bones, there was actually an idea of ​​using work-for-relief as a way to revive the economy. He thought that Carters in front of him would choose to launch a war abroad, use the continuous war income to alleviate the national pain, and then develop the country's strategy.

But I don't think the other party would do that. From the communication just now, the little rabbit in front of me is a very gentle person. The idea of ​​reviving the country by accumulating war wealth through launching wars abroad should not appear in the mind of this little guy.

"If there really wasn't another option, no one would choose to trade their lives for money. Kazdel's current economic collapse makes it impossible to develop individual business capital, and even attracting foreign capital is a distant prospect. No one would invest their money in a barren land."

It is a sad fact that although there are still small-scale industries and businesses in Kazdel City, compared with the scale of Kazdel as a whole, these individual businesses are almost non-existent.

"So you want to use the government's efforts to provide job opportunities for the large number of 'unemployed people' in Kazdel, and provide a large number of job opportunities."

"exactly."

Amiya briefly outlined her plan to reduce unemployment through public works and then finance the public works through productive loans.

The problem Kazdel is facing now is not a simple lack of means of production, but that even some of the existing means of production cannot be effectively utilized. The ancient royal court controls more than 90% of Kazdel's wealth, and this wealth does not belong to those ordinary Sarkaz.

Therefore, Amiya believes that the internal market can be restored by building new mobile plots, infrastructure and housing on mobile cities, etc.

In addition to these, Amiya also proposed measures such as repairing trade relations with other countries through Rhodes Island, intervening in some "underutilized assets" within Kazdel, and regulating prices.

As for the methods proposed by Amiya, Herhunzollon's evaluation was very simple.

“It has potential for implementation but is not mature yet.”

Simply put, this method seems feasible, but its implementation will inevitably encounter many obstacles and may even fail halfway.

"The proposed method for improving Kazdel's economy is indeed feasible, but some of the clauses will inevitably offend some of the deep-rooted ancient forces within Kazdel."

While saying this, Herhunzollon looked at Fremont intentionally or unintentionally.

"Why are you looking at me? The Lich King's Court moved out of Kazdel a long time ago. Those things inside Kazdel have nothing to do with me."

Although this is a somewhat sad topic, it must be said that many royal courts are not currently stationed in Kazdel City, including but not limited to royal court forces such as liches and banshees.

"The ancient forces within Kazdel are deeply entrenched. If you truly wish to implement your plan, you will inevitably face resistance from them. Have you considered how to deal with them?"

Amiya's beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed under the mask. She remembered what Fang Zhou had taught her and what she had heard from Dr. Kal'tsit about what Sister Theresa of the ancient royal court had done long ago when facing those stubborn resistances.

At that moment, Amiya's aura suddenly became fierce, which made Herhunzollon laugh softly.

"I am the Demon King of Kazdel."

Frémont's expression suddenly changed.

"In my Kazdel, there will be no voice from the royal court."

Frémont's eyes flickered. As a transcriber of the lich clan, the old lich who had a deep understanding of the history of the Sarkaz had long understood that this day would come sooner or later, but he had never expected that he would appear in his own era.

6000 years ago, the "Ranger Lord" Quillon rebuilt the city of Kazdel, weakening the power of the ancient clans and granting power to the Bloodline Lord. The latter gradually became the Lord of the Royal Court today, and the ancient clan led by him gradually developed into today's Royal Court.

The Royal Court replaced the clan and became the secondary ruling structure of the Sarkaz under the Demon King. However, hundreds of years ago, the redundant rule of the Royal Court had become something that all the Demon Kings of the past had known well.

Sooner or later, the royal court would be replaced by something else. This was something Fremont had already known after reading through the history of the Sarkaz.

"But I never imagined that I would one day witness that era with my own eyes."

Frémont stroked his goatee with mixed feelings.

"If you take too big a step, you'll fall."

Herhunzollon made such a comment, and then his eyes suddenly became sharp, looking directly at Amiya, as if he could see through the pink goggles into the depths of Amiya's heart.

This feeling is quite strange. From the beginning, it was only Amiya who could peek into other people's minds. There was no time when others could read her mind. Of course, Mia rarely peeked into other people's minds.

"I admit that you do have talent in this area, but Carters."

Helhunzollen's gradually lowering voice made Amiya a little nervous.

"I can feel it, I can see it. In the path you walk, in your kingly way, I see nothingness."

"……nothingness?"

Amiya didn't understand what Helhunzolen meant. What did he mean by seeing nothingness in her path? Did he mean she wouldn't succeed? Because she would fail, she had no future, hence the emptiness?

"Why do you want to be king?"

Herhunzoren finally asked the most crucial question in his heart, and Amiya answered almost reflexively: "Because Theresa gave me the responsibility of the Demon King, and the Doctor also said that I can become... I, I can become..."

Amiya paused halfway through her speech, and Herhunzollon curled the corners of his mouth. It seemed that the little rabbit in front of him was not hopeless.

"It seems you realize your problem."

Amiya looked at her hands stiffly. She wanted to refute Helhunzolan, but found that she couldn't open her mouth.

Because she understood that what the other person said was right, she had no way to oppose something that was right.

And she finally understood why the other party said that he saw nothingness in his kingly way.

"From the beginning to the end, you never embarked on the path of becoming a king of your own accord. You didn't want to be a king yourself, but rather became one because of the expectations of those around you. You don't have the heart of a king."

I don't have a king's heart...

"Amiya."

Lin Guang stepped forward and reached out to hold Amiya's shoulders, but was held down by Shining beside her.

Shining shook his head slightly at his companion.

"Amiya is going through a very important moment right now. She should recognize this problem. If she can find the answer to this question on her own, it will be of great help to her."

Lin Guang was obviously very confused about this topic. Whether for the former Glory Knight or the current Apostle, this abstruse political issue was obviously not something that this little pony could figure out in a short time.

"That's enough, Herhunzollen. Please don't be too harsh on our little devil. If he becomes autistic, I'll be in big trouble."

Herhunzolen smiled without responding to Fremont, but just glanced at Rosemary who was standing behind Lingguang and Shining.

"What's wrong, little Feilin? Are you still unwilling to call your "parent" over?"

Rosemary tightened her clothes. The dried puffer fish spines inside hurt her skin a little, but she had no intention of taking them out.

"The Doctor said to use this thing to call him over in the most critical moment, and I'll be the one to judge when that critical moment comes. I don't think you're going to harm Amiya... Amiya, are you okay?"

Although she said this, after taking a look at Amiya's current condition, Rosemary still called her with some concern.

"...I'm fine, Rosemary. It's just that there are some things I think I should face up to. I can't keep ignoring them. Ignoring them won't give me any real answers."

"It's not hopeless, Frémont. This is all I can teach your Demon King. Consider it your reward for lending me the Life Knot for all these years of research."

"You mean to say that you used my life knot for decades, and in the end, all you paid me in return was a few words?"

Frémont stroked his beard, obviously quite dissatisfied with what Herhunzollon said.

"Then what do you want?"

"Hmph, what can a dead person give me? You might as well just die."

The old lich glared at the aftermath in front of him, but Herhunzollon just laughed out loud, making the former tut in dissatisfaction.

"It's almost time for you to leave. However, after such a long time, those two people outside have probably gathered a large number of Golden Law Guards and Imperial Guards to surround you. Be prepared."

"Phew... Don't worry, the Doctor has already figured out a solution for this. We're prepared."

Amiya seemed to have finally recovered at this time. She took a breath and told herself that now was not the time to be emo and autistic. She would discuss this matter after returning to Rhodes Island.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Herhunzollon seemed to sense something and raised his head.

"It seems my worthless child has been taken advantage of, Fremont. That imposter is right next to him."

"A worthless child? Your son?"

Frémont raised his eyebrows, and Herhunzollon smiled without saying anything, nor did he clarify what the relationship between him and the other party was.

"Ah? Does the Witch King still have descendants left in this land?"

Helhunzolon didn't say anything, but Lin Guang on the side was a little surprised.

"Look at what you're saying, little pony. Even though Herhunzollon was widely criticized in the latter part of his reign and was even overthrown in the end, he was still the monarch of Leithnia after all. How could a monarch not have his own offspring? Although he certainly wasn't interested in these matters."

"No, no, no, Mr. Fremont, what I mean is that after the Witch King... Mr. Herhunzollon died, his descendants are still alive..."

Frémont was silent. He looked at Lin Guang in surprise and then sighed.

"Little Pony, watch less of those fabricated, dark palace dramas in the future. If you're interested in history, why not ask Ermengarde? The lich's library will be open to you if you're interested."

"……OK, thanks."

Chapter 332: The Witch King Reappears

Just as Amiya, as Herhunzoron said, began to face up to some problems in her heart that should have been faced long ago, Trilintelme outside was also in turmoil.

At the moment when the dark clouds in the sky rolled into a vortex, Liselotte and Helinmart in the twin towers were startled.

They felt a familiar breath in the vortex, especially Helinmart, who stared intently at the vortex swirling in the dark clouds.

As the Queen of Leithnia, after overthrowing the Witch King, some of his research had already been brought to her desk. Especially since the Lich Clan also wanted to maintain their position in Leithnia, she had secretly communicated with the Lich and had already obtained some of the Witch King's experimental records.

She also read the research on the wasteland, or the warp, but because this research was basically conducted by the Witch King himself, without the participation of anyone else, even Fremont, who invested his life in this research, withdrew from the research early in the end due to differences in ideas.