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The white-haired and black-haired blood demons huddled together, panting as they stood at the door, vying to look into the meeting room.

"Dcotor, you said Her Highness Theresa has been resurrected? Where is she?!"

Chapter 420: Swearing in the Name of Oma Zi-O

"Dcotor, you said Her Highness Theresa has been resurrected? Where is she?!"

Warfarin and Krosier crowded at the door. The former kept pushing the mountain of flesh on her face, looking angrily at the junior who reeked of motor oil.

"Krosier, you should lose weight!"

"Nonsense! I've always been slim. Wow, where are you pushing, Warfarin?"

"I'm telling you that you should lose some weight!!"

"I'm going to sue you for workplace sexual harassment! Just prepare to pay compensation!"

Fang Zhou held his forehead with an expression that he couldn't bear to watch. The male operators' eyes shifted subtly. Some of the female operators, like Raidian, covered their mouths with their hands and opened their eyes completely, while others, like Touch, clicked their tongues and turned their heads away, not looking.

Click.

Amiya pulled out the bolt on the other side of the conference room door and quickly jumped to the side. Then the two blood demons fell directly to the ground with the door wide open.

"Cough cough cough."

Huafalin got up from the ground, sat on it and coughed twice. She glanced at Korshiel, who was still confused sitting on the ground, with an inconspicuous look in her eyes, and clicked her lips.

Just excess fat.

"Oh right, Her Highness Theresa!"

Huafalin remembered the purpose of her and Krosier's coming here, and immediately started looking in the conference room. Sure enough, she saw Amiya who had just sat down at the front of the conference room, Fang Zhou next to her, and the familiar figure with long pink hair.

“…Your Highness.”

"Long time no see, Warfarin, but you don't need to call me Your Highness anymore. I'm no longer a demon king. Just call me Theresa."

It was like a smile like the warm spring sunshine that suddenly opened up Huafalin's memories, the memories of the first time she met this prince.

"You two."

Unfortunately, before Warfarin could savor the moment and write a chapter with flashbacks, Kal'tsit came over with a cold face and looked at the two people sitting on the ground.

With a low growl, Mon3tr picked up the two blood demons from the ground with one claw each, and Kalsil finally woke up at this time.

"Damn Warfarin, I'm going to tell Kal'tsit about you!"

"You're not done yet, are you?"

Warfarin glared at her junior, then pointed ahead, allowing Klucel to see Theresa sitting there.

"Your Highness..."

Theresa's smile faded into resignation. It would be a hassle to explain this to everyone later, and there was no need to issue a public notice for such a thing.

"You are really Theresa."

Kal'tsit took a few steps forward, passing Warfarin and Klothir, and looked at Theresa with suspicion, while looking at Ark as if for confirmation.

"Kal'tsit, I remember your tail..."

"You're Theresa!"

As if her fur was blasted, Kal'tsit jumped to conclusion without any explanation.

This made the elite operators present prick up their ears like sharks smelling blood, but unfortunately, under Kal'tsit's restraint, Theresa would not reveal this little secret between the two.

As if she saw Fang Ark's curious look, Kal'tsit immediately rolled her eyes, telling him not to ask any more questions. However, her trembling pupils made Fang Ark feel a little itchy.

I really want to know what happened to Kal'tsit's tail.

But no matter what, whether it was Ark's use of the Mechanist's Soul or Kal'tsit's anxious recognition, at least the elite operators present now had a basic trust in the Theresa in front of them. It shouldn't be that Prissius had faked it.

"Now that the existence of the soul has been proven, how do you want to prove yourself later?"

Even after so many interruptions, Mechanis's train of thought remained uninterrupted. He was still waiting for Theresa to describe how she returned to the side of the living.

"Well, Kal'tsit, Warfarin, and Klothir, everyone please sit down. The Doctor and I will explain everything to you slowly."

After everyone was seated, Theresa began to describe how she was resurrected. Of course, she started from when Ark rescued her from the body occupied by Prissise, and she skipped the part about Vishdale refining zombies. Some things still cannot be said in public.

When he heard that Ark had digitized Theresa's soul and sent it into Xumagia's body, Mechanist's eyes gleamed with brilliance. If Logos, who was sitting next to him, hadn't held him down, he would have probably jumped up in excitement.

"So, Miss Theresa, you are indeed the Miss Theresa we know."

Amiya looked at Theresa with some excitement. In fact, as early as when they met, Amiya could confirm that the person in front of her was the Theresa she was familiar with. After all, the feeling conveyed by the "survival of civilization" would not lie. The familiarity that came from the soul and the emotions that surged when the two looked at each other made Amiya confirm that the person in front of her was the Theresa she was familiar with and had always missed.

However, the elite operators still need an explanation. Not everyone has a convenient tool like "Continuation of Civilization". Although the process was very hasty due to Ark's mistake, it did save trouble later. It is a good thing to solve it together.

"Yes, Amiya, it's been a long time. You've grown up."

The little rabbit in front of her made Theresa sigh. In her memory, Amiya was still a little older, but after more than a year, she had become such a big child, and... she also shouldered such a heavy responsibility.

"Everyone, no matter what, Theresa's rejoining is a good thing for us. This means we now have a chance to split our current enemy, the Kazdel Military Council that occupies Londinium..."

"Excuse me, Doctor, I think I need to interrupt you."

It was Touch who spoke. The moment she raised her hand, she could feel the gazes focused on her. However, she had to speak because it involved her position.

Seeing Touch raise his hand, Kal'tsit knew what he was going to say. It was inevitable, and there was no way for her to stop it, nor could Ark. The composition of the operators on Rhodes Island was very complex, and many of them were simply attracted by Rhodes Island's ideals.

Save the infected on this land and conquer the mineral disease.

But now, more and more operators can feel the changes in Rhodes Island.

"Please, Touch, tell me what you think."

Touch nodded and slowly stood up.

Her petite body made her not look very tall even when she stood up, but now she represented the voice of a part of the people in Rhodes Island, so when she stood there, she had an aura that made people listen to her quietly.

"The reason I accepted Dr. Kal'tsit's invitation to come to Rhodes Island was because I agreed with Rhodes Island's current philosophy: to conquer oripathy and save the infected who are suffering from oppression on this land. That was a year ago, but actually, Dr. Kal'tsit also invited me three years ago, hoping that I would join the then-Babel Tower to conduct research on oripathy and develop drugs for it."

At this point, Touch looked at Kal'tsit, and everyone else looked at Kal'tsit, who nodded, indicating that what Touch said was indeed true.

"But I refused at the time because the Tower of Babel wasn't an organization focused on saving the infected. Instead, it existed as the palace of the Lord of Kazdel, the Demon Lord of Sarkaz. It represented a national regime, even if it was wandering."

Touch's meaning was quite clear at this point. The company she had joined and worked for from the beginning to the end was Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals, a company that remained neutral and had no political stance in this land.

"I originally had this concern when I learned that Miss Amiya had inherited the position of Demon King, but now it seems that this worry has come true. Doctor, there is only one thing I want to know, and that is whether Rhodes Island will continue the Kazdel Theresa regime and become the new government, operating on the earth as the Kazdel exiled government, rather than the Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Company."

This is also what many operators within Rhodes Island who have no political stance or do not want their ideals to become political weapons are worried about. Once idealism is mixed with political struggles, in their view, everything will no longer be pure.

Everyone knows that if this question cannot be answered properly, Rhodes Island will lose the support of some people, and these people may leave here.

"Ms. Touch, let me answer this question for you. Only I can answer this question for you."

Unexpectedly, the one who was born was not the Ark that Touch asked about, but Amiya.

"Amiya."

To be fair, Touch likes this strong little girl Carters very much. Her ideals and her purity are what she has witnessed, and they are not hypocrisy for political purposes. As a mineralocorticoid patient herself, she can more easily understand the pain of those mineralocorticoid patients and hopes to eliminate this pain.

But after Ark returned, she began to worry. Although Ark had brought many new technologies to Rhodes Island, and even the new Xumagia technology had brought considerable profits to Rhodes Island, allowing many research projects that had been slowed down due to funding issues to proceed smoothly, it was also obvious that this man had returned with some political purpose.

He made Amiya the Demon King, which was his undisguised purpose, and it was also what the group of people represented by Touch and others who did not want to get involved in political struggles did not want to see.

And most importantly, the third-generation Originium blocker released by Rhodes Island some time ago was surprisingly effective. However, after taking out a bottle from all his supplies and studying the ingredients inside, Touch discovered an unprecedented ingredient in it. This ingredient was the core ingredient of this blocker. Without this ingredient, the so-called third-generation Originium blocker would not even be as effective as the second generation.

But almost no one knows what this ingredient is. Only Kal'tsit, Amiya and Ark know what this ingredient is. Even Touch cannot trace the true identity of this ingredient using his own Originium skills.

monopoly.

In just a moment, Touch, who had witnessed the methods of those big companies in Colombia, thought of this word and the consequences it brought. Coupled with the Ark's undisguised political purpose...

People always fantasize, and even if there are some logical loopholes in the fantasy, they will convince themselves because no new evidence has been found.

Especially since Touch felt that there was no loophole in this, and that kind of development was definitely not what she wanted to see.

"Ms. Touch, I think the Doctor's announcement that I would become the Demon King has put a heavy psychological burden on everyone. I think Rhodes Island will give up on my pursuit of becoming the Demon King, or even use the conquering of the oripathy as a tool in my political struggle."

Touch nodded involuntarily. Amiya was right. She did think so.

After all, the outside world doesn't know, and even Rhodes Island operators from other departments don't understand. But as an elite medical operator, although her position is in the field department, she also covers a lot of work in the medical department. After all, she came to Rhodes Island as an oripathy expert and Originium researcher.

So she knew part of the truth about the so-called third-generation Originium blocker, which was that Rhodes Island had been suppressing the production of the third-generation Originium blocker. They had the ability to produce more, but they had been suppressing the production, just controlling it to a level that was just enough for the patients on Rhodes Island. Moreover, under the effect of the third-generation drug, the patients on Rhodes Island were rapidly gaining favorability towards Rhodes Island. After all, their condition was indeed under control and was no longer worsening.

Perhaps, in the Doctor's plan, these patients are the first step for Rhodes Island to continue to monopolize the mineral blocker market.

Kal'tsit and Amiya are both idealists like them, but Doctor Touch has never seen what he was like during the Tower of Babel period. He has only heard some old operators from the Tower of Babel period describe the period when they were ruled by the "Babel Spirit".

She couldn't completely trust the Doctor.

Maybe it's possible on the battlefield, but not here.

"I know my promise won't carry much weight at this point."

Amiya looked at Touch solemnly. A black crown appeared on her head in an incomprehensible way. She slowly took it off. The small crown contained enormous power. The dense energy in it made the warlocks present shudder.

"Ms. Touch, this is all I can do."

The azure eyes looked at Touch, and the resolute will in them was so dazzling that the black crown actually shone with golden light.

"I take this crown, and in the name of the Demon King, in the name of Oma Zi-Ou, I swear to the souls of the Sarkaz, this land, and you. As long as I live, the people of Rhodes Island will never give up on the path of conquering the oripathy and saving those infected. I will always make it my top priority. If I ever break this promise, I will never become the Demon King."

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King Rabbit from the future: Tsk, why did you swear to include me? No, you can add one more clause. If I violate it, send it to the Doctor.

Chapter 421 Welcome Home, Theresa

The meeting has adjourned.

"Ms. Touch, please wait a moment."

But before leaving, Amiya called Touch.

"Amiya, is there anything else?"

In the end, Touch decided to believe the little rabbit in front of her, but now she needs to think about how to unite with the elite operators who share the same stance to convince other operators.

But now at this moment, Amiya called her again.

"No, I just feel that a simple promise isn't quite right, so I think it's best to have a proper discussion with you about this matter. I also want to gain a deeper understanding of the concerns of the operators within Rhodes Island. As you said, you don't want Rhodes Island's ideals to be entangled in the chaos of politics. I hope to discuss this matter with you in more detail and depth. Don't worry, we're the only ones involved."

Amiya, Ark, Kal'tsit and Theresa following behind.

Ah, what do you mean by "only us"? Isn't this the same as the four top executives of Rhodes Island having a private conversation with me? If it were in Columbia, such a scene would probably mean that I could pack up and leave tomorrow.

Touch thought helplessly, but she could understand that the little rabbit didn't mean that.

But if I were to be left alone to talk now...

Touch turned around and looked at the other elite operators who were obviously waiting for him at the door of the conference room. After explaining to Amiya, he walked over and said a few words to them.

"Is that so? Okay, I understand. Then I'll be your representative... Fine. I'll come find you guys after this."

Seeing that Touch and the others came up with a plan after just a few words, Amiya and the others looked at each other and nodded.

Elite operators also have their own small groups, such as the old predecessors from the Tower of Babel period, who usually get along better with each other, such as Ace, Scout, and Logos, and elite operators with the same ideas will also have better personal relationships. These are understandable. As senior officials, they do not need to manage these things too much. Even the supreme ruler of a country cannot eliminate personal relationships and small groups among officials. As long as there are people in a large group, then this is an inevitable product.

As the top managers, what Fang Zhou and others have to do is not to eliminate small groups, but to manage these small groups with different ideas.

"Amiya, I've already told them. I will express our thoughts to you as your representative, and I will also accept your explanations and advice."

"Thank you, Miss Touch."

In response to Amiya's thanks, Touch just shook his head.

"No, Amiya, no need to thank me. We just want this land to be a better place."

After coming out of the elite operators' large conference room, Amiya and the other four took Touch to a nearby lounge. This was where the operators would chat and relax before or after meetings, or during meetings. They found an empty room and walked in.

"Please sit down, Miss Touch."

Amiya and Touch sat on both sides of the small round table, while Fang Zhou and others sat casually around it. This scene made Touch a little hesitant.

"This is something we discussed and decided between us. This time, it will be Amiya who will be talking to you. We will only speak when necessary. After all, Amiya is the leader of this ship, not us."

The little rabbit touched his head with a blush, and when he met Theresa's sparkling eyes that looked like a grown-up child, the blush on his face deepened.

Touch nodded. This situation was more acceptable to her. After all... in this area, she still couldn't trust Ark too much.

"Amiya, there's actually no need to elaborate on our position on this point. As we said at the meeting, we're worried that if Rhodes Island gets involved in the political struggles of Kazdel and even Londinium again in the future, whether it succeeds or fails, Rhodes Island's flag will be stained to a certain extent. If the color is too strong, will we still be able to see the symbol on it clearly?

Whether in Columbia, Leithania, or even during those field missions with Rhodes Island, where I visited Casimir... especially Casimir, I've seen too many people sinking into the lust for power and fame, abandoning their ideals for the sake of more power and profit. They all have their own high-sounding reasons, and I, we all, worry that Rhodes Island will become like that.

Although he has only been here for about a year, Touch still likes the internal atmosphere of this land ship. At least many people on this ship are really moving forward for that lofty ideal. Here, even mineral patients have their own dignity, and no one will look down on others.