People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Of course, Jesston wouldn't say this aloud; he simply rolled his eyes, and a seemingly plausible explanation instantly came to mind:

"It's not as miraculous as Minister Actos makes it out to be; this is just my humble opinion."

“Since this wine is a treasured vintage of Minister Aktos, it must naturally meet Minister Aktos’s taste in every aspect. After a moment’s thought, what does Minister Aktos care about most? The answer to this question flashed into my mind instantly—what could be more important to our Minister of Defense, who is devoted to the country, than Sherag?”

"The taste of this wine is bittersweet, refreshing yet warming. Taking a sip, one feels refreshed and invigorated, and a surge of warmth ignites within! It's as if the scene of all things flourishing and spring returning to the earth is unfolding before one's eyes!"

Jeston paused, looked at Actos who was completely stunned, and concluded:

"Shelag, the land of snow! This taste is like springtime! This wine should certainly be called Spring in the Land of Snow! Only Minister Aktos could come up with such a poetic name!"

"I didn't actually choose this name."

Actos muttered something to himself, a little embarrassed.

Jeston's lips twitched, and he almost cursed out loud.

You didn't choose that name. Why did you make that face just now? All that thinking was for nothing, huh?

But he was such a quick-witted person, and his ability to make amends was first-rate; he immediately added:

"Although the name was not chosen by Minister Aktos, it was tailor-made for him, wasn't it? Snow Country Spring, Snow Country Spring, as Minister Aktos just said, this wine is an infinite commemoration of your lost spring!"

“This… is indeed true!” Actos looked up at the sky, seemingly lost in memories.

After a long while, he lowered his head and patted Jeston on the shoulder: "Brother Jeston, no one knows me better than you! Come on, let's drink, we won't leave until we're drunk!"

Upon hearing this, Ernst, who had been observing outside the door for a while, finally turned and left with satisfaction.

Busy playing, busy making Brother Bear happy, busy dealing with Brother Bear's questions. In some ways, Brother Jeston's mental activity level is actually quite high.

Moreover, he did it very well. So far, he has truly subdued Actos. It has to be said, this guy is quite capable!

In the end, Ernst chose to bring Vina along, who was genuinely bored during this period.

How much free time does Vina have? Let's put it this way. He's not very familiar with either the Black Knight Mace under Ensiodes or anyone in the entire Ernst government, but he can only chat with Vina for a few minutes.

The reason they were able to get to know each other and have common ground was not because they both attended some blonde hair care exchange meeting, but because they both worked in the fields planting rice seedlings for their fellow villagers.

Sherag wasn't in much danger, and it was fine for his bodyguard to help the villagers with farm work to pass the time when he had nothing else to do. But for Vina, the Foreign Minister, to do this kind of work was truly a waste of Ernst's salary!

Especially when your fellow villagers give you ham and dried meat, you don't even think of sharing some with me. How could Ernst tolerate that?

If you dare to accept bribes now, what will happen when your fellow villagers give you peanuts and walnuts? Will you, as a cadre, be able to withstand that test?

To maintain the integrity of the government, Ernst will definitely have to put Vina's weaknesses to the test!

What, you're asking what Vina's weakness is?

It must be a junior high school diploma (prenatal education dropped out)!

"I'll take you to the city of science and technology for a good study, so you can see what scientists in Colombia do all day long."

After harshly criticizing Vina's slacking off and taking her to Rhodes Island, Ernst was already preparing to head to Columbia.

However, Kal'tsit was dumbfounded when Vina and Ernst walked onto Rhodes Island together.

After quickly reviewing the distribution map of the ten Sarkaz royal courts in her mind yesterday, she quickly reviewed the distribution map of the Victorian royal descendants in her mind today.

She breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that most of the Drak and Aslan that could be identified were already scattered all over Terra.

Well, it's unlikely that Colombia has any descendants of Aslan or Draco.

It's a bit ironic that Colombia, which gained independence from Victoria, would then take in descendants of its former colonial ruler's royal family.

Ernst was probably just looking for someone.

"You agree, right, Gawain?"

Looking at the large feline sleeping on her bed in her room, Kal'tsit sat in a chair and asked.

Gawain slightly raised one eyelid and glanced at Kal'tsit:

"Hmm~ Who knows? Maybe."

"If that's the case, then why did you follow me?" Kal'tsit's brow twitched.

"Because I feel there might be some danger in Colombia. After all, you know, that place has never been very peaceful. If something really happens, Yeragand will definitely save his brat first, and I'll have to protect my girl myself."

Kal'tsit frowned slightly.

If the beast master feels uneasy, that's not a good sign.

However, Gawain refused to reveal any further information, which annoyed Kal'tsit somewhat.

She was the last person who wanted to encounter any problems on this trip. The cooperation with Ernst had only saved Rhodes Island from the risk of bankruptcy. If the ship suffered any other losses during this trip, she would be heartbroken.

Seemingly sensing Kal'tsit's unease, Gawain, who was lying on the bed, sat up and, under Kal'tsit's expectant gaze, turned over so that the back of his head was facing Kal'tsit.

He's not watching anymore!

"Get out!" Kal'tsit said angrily.

"What does it matter? You don't sleep often anyway. Let me lie down for a while. I won't shed any fur," Gao Wen retorted in a muffled voice.

"Get out!" Kal'tsit emphasized again.

Gao Wen reluctantly stood up and walked towards the door.

As he passed by Kal'tsit, he gave her an exceptionally innocent look.

Actually, he wasn't deliberately keeping quiet about what was going to happen in Colombia. He genuinely didn't know.

Beast Lords do not possess the exaggerated conceptual powers of giant beasts. Moreover, even among giant beasts, there are differences. There are very few giant beasts like the Time-Traveling Giant Beast, which can observe past and future events by traversing time and space.

The reason he went on this trip was simple: he genuinely felt that Colombia was not a peaceful place.

Columbia is not Lungmen. Lungmen Governor Wei Yanwu has a special connection with Victoria. Because of this special connection, he would ensure Vina's secrecy and safety in Lungmen due to his fear and suspicion of Vina's identity. But Columbia may not be the same.

They originally made their fortune by messing with Victoria.

Not to mention, the president of Colombia is a truly troublesome figure. He is neither a beast lord nor a behemoth. If one had to find someone similar to him, the only example Gawain could give might be "the god of Lateran".

But Colombian President Mark Max was far more intelligent than the "God of Lateran".

Given Yeragand's clear bias, he had no choice but to go along with it.

"What can I do? I'm just destined to be a workaholic."

Gao Wen found a spot in the corridor to lie down, concealed his figure, and slowly closed his eyes.

Ten minutes later, he was stepped on by a passing operative.

Thirty minutes after leaving Sherag, I started missing Manju Academy.

Chapter 177 Theresis: The Balrog Deserves My Welcome

Victoria, Londinium, Royal Palace in the core city.

The once bustling palace, teeming with people and servants, is now deserted. Only a few gardeners, struggling to make a living, still diligently and cautiously trim the plants in the garden.

Therese disliked fancy decorations, so the palace remains as it was more than a decade ago when its last owner was alive, except for the Kazdel Military Council flags hanging prominently in various places.

Sarkaz wasn't worried about being misunderstood, because someone had specifically asked him about it:

"Does your flying of your flag over the Royal Palace of the King of Victoria mean that you have occupied the capital of Victoria?"

Sarkaz responded clearly: "The Victoria City Council voluntarily leased the Royal Palace to Sarkaz to serve as a temporary residence for the Military Council to assist in maintaining security in Londinium."

If this were a chat group, the Victoria City Council would have already sent out that classic "penguin laughing" emoji right now.

But circumstances dictate that, at this moment, the Victoria City Council could only nod frantically and politely: "Yes, yes, I volunteered."

This also reveals the Sarkaz's methods. These thousands of years of warfare have not only forged the Sarkaz's deep-seated hatred, but also taught them the methods of the Terran kingdoms.

Using the most civilized means to commit the most violent acts, everyone knows it, yet no one dares to speak out against it. This is the current rule on this land.

"While we marvel at the times we live in, Your Highness Regent, please do not forget where we came from."

The Pardoner stood before Theresis, the withered longsword in his hand emitting a faint milky-white light.

That was the spell of the Absolutioner, similar to the spells passed down by the Demon King Black Crown, a spell that could touch the soul.

This is also one of the results of their thousand-year-long study of the Black Crown.

Leaning against the cold iron seat, Therese opened his heavily dark-circled eyes and glanced at the pardoner with undisguised disgust. He coldly urged:

"If anything happens, just report it directly."

The underlying meaning of this statement is: if there's nothing wrong with you, then get lost and stop getting in my way.

But the absolution master pretended not to hear it.

The pardoner, whose face resembled a dragon, smiled slightly at Theresis, bowed respectfully, and said:

"Your Highness, I do have good news and bad news to tell you. Which would you like to hear first?"

“Bad,” Therese answered crisply, giving the pardoner no chance to create suspense.

Sarkaz was already used to hearing bad news.

Even if the absolutioner told him now that the dukes' fleet was already a hundred miles outside the city of Londinium, he would not feel the slightest fear.

Of course, that's impossible; the secret envoy sent by the Duke of Caesar a few days ago has already confirmed this.

The Victorians were ridiculous. The Sarkaz had already raised their knives in front of them, yet they thought they could turn those knives on others.

There are so many Sarkaz knives; every duke could buy several in bulk.

“Well, Your Highness, you have absolutely no sense of humor.” The Pardoner shrugged. “There has been a slight mishap in Princess Theresa’s resurrection progress. The dead souls have some disagreements.”

"What do you mean?" Theresis frowned. "Didn't you say that resurrecting Theresia was a necessary condition set by the dead souls?"

Therese's gaze gradually turned dangerous, and even the absolutist felt a great sense of crisis at this moment.

He quickly explained:

"I am not deceiving you, Regent. The resurrection of Theresa is indeed one of the necessary conditions for the Dead Souls to cooperate with you in building the airship. This disturbance by the Dead Souls stems from other reasons! If you do not believe me, you can go to the factory yourself and question the Dead Souls!"

Therese gave the pardoner a deep look, her murderous aura slightly subsiding:

"I will."

"You're really going? I thought you trusted me to some extent."

“That word is a luxury for the Sarkaz,” Theresis sneered. “Even the sister I’m trying to resurrect might not have the kind of ‘trust’ you’re talking about with me.”

If Theresa had the will, how could she have listened to the slander of an undead monster she had only known for a few years and who had even personally destroyed Kazdel, and placed him, who had grown up with her, trained with her, risked his life with her, and become one of the six heroes of Sarkaz, in such an awkward situation?

Theresa had described those so-called ideals to him, and had also frankly told him that she had used the Demon King's power to peer into Kal'tsit's memories before making that decision.

But Therese thought it was a joke, a joke that almost made you want to vomit from laughing.

Just because they used the Demon King's power to watch a few apocalyptic prophecy movies in person, the mighty Six Heroes were terrified! Did those things actually happen? You say it will happen in the future, do you have any evidence?

The Sarkaz are about to go into civil war tomorrow because of our divided opinions! Countless Sarkaz will bleed again! Have you done anything to "let this land sleep peacefully"?

Or is it that your compatriots are the only ones excluded from this land?

If she were to watch Columbia Pictures' latest 4D apocalyptic film, would she then have to have a long talk with the director, consider him a close friend, and have another civil war break out?

Why didn't she think to trust her brother more, to trust the Sarkaz who had endured thousands of years of hardship to get to where they are today? To trust the Sarkaz who had all eyes on them, hoping that this heroic brother and sister could make Kazdel a home?

When she shouts for peace, yet leads all of Sarkaz to abandon their blood feud and grovel before their enemy!

There's no point in talking about trust between Sarkaz. It's pretty ridiculous.

After successfully ending the Kazdel Civil War, Theresis returned to his scorched homeland. There he heard the songs that circulated among the Sarkaz—

"Oh, our great demon king, our merciful demon king."

"Our beloved Demon Queen, Theresia, we praise her!"

"Deformed children, disabled young people, please don't ask, please don't ask."

"What are the great achievements of our great Demon King?"

"She's dead! She's dead! She's dead!"

Therese felt that letting her rest in peace was the best consolation he could offer Theresa.

At least, many Sarkaz memories of Theresa remain from the era of the Six Heroes.

"But I still pulled her up."