People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Most of them looked puzzled and had no idea who the so-called "Captain Bochokastie" was.

Only Therese, upon hearing this name, slightly turned his head and spoke for the first time in the carriage:

Why did you lie?

The scarred Sarkaz was taken aback for a moment, then retorted angrily, his neck stiff:

"Where did I lie?"

Therese glanced at him and said indifferently:

“Bozokasti is a pure-blooded Wendigo, and his legion is also composed of Wendigos. You do not have Wendigo blood. Your ancestors could not have been in the Wendigo legion.”

Scarface Sarkaz was speechless for a moment.

He stared at the pink-haired man sitting upright in front of him with surprise, as if trying to find some clues in his appearance to refute his words.

But after a long silence, he still couldn't say anything. He could only mutter and lower his head:

"I didn't lie."

Therese withdrew her gaze, feeling a little irritated.

He did show some interest when the Sarkaz mentioned Bochokasti's name.

Of the ten Sarkaz courts, the Cyclops court fled to Sami to guard against the so-called doomsday threat, the Lich court hid in Letania to study their immortality techniques, and decades ago, the Wendigo court, known for its honesty, also finally chose to leave Kazdel and go to Ursus.

The commander who led them away at that time was the young Bozokasti, a pure-blooded Wendigo.

They claimed to be weary of millennia of hatred and wanted to escape the bloody war in Kazdel in search of a more peaceful life. At that time, the newly crowned Demon Queen Theresia saw them off, with Theresis and Lord Kal'tsit also present.

Ironically, Wendigo, who claimed to be fleeing the war, became the spear of the Ursus Emperor after arriving in Ursus. He had been tempered in the corpses of the Four Emperors' War. In the subsequent Ursus expansion era, Wendigo served as the Ursus Emperor's vanguard, conquering cities and territories and winning every battle.

Their footprints began in Ursus, spread throughout Letania, Victoria, Casimir, Lateran, and even reached the far north, where they did the same work as the Cyclopes of Sami.

The pure-blooded Wendigo Borocasti was thus appointed captain by the Ursus emperor, even though his military achievements were already sufficient to make him a general, a general of Ursus.

The Wendigo royal court he took away thrived in Ursus, and after intermarrying with the Ursus people, their bloodline was no longer pure.

Later, the Ursus Emperor became the new emperor, the stagnant war machine began to collapse, a great rebellion broke out, and Captain Bochokast disappeared without a trace. Even Theresis did not know his whereabouts for the time being.

Theresis considered bringing him back. Under the current leadership of the Military Council, the Blood Demons and Carrion Eaters have joined forces, and the Shapeshifters and Liches have gradually sided with the Military Council. Apart from the Banshee Clan, who explicitly refused the invitation, four of the Ten Kings now belong to the Military Council.

This is the most united moment for the Sarkaz.

If the Wendigo Royal Court can return, then five of the Ten Royal Courts will be part of the Military Council. And if his trip goes smoothly and he can welcome back the Balrog, then six of the Ten Royal Courts will be in power!

That will be the most powerful moment in the history of the Sarkaz!

He didn't think it was impossible. The Wendigo court wanted to escape war, but in the end, it was just fighting for another emperor. After being betrayed by the Ursus once again, Borocasti should have realized that as long as the Sarkaz existed on this land, they could not escape the fate of war.

In that case, instead of continuing to fight for the Ursus Emperor, it would be better to return to our people and fight for the survival of the Sarkaz.

Unfortunately, this guy is a fraud, and it seems impossible to get any information about Bozokasti from him.

He sighed softly. The air in the carriage fell silent once more.

After an unknown amount of time, Therese, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them, and a braking sound came from outside the carriage.

The destination has arrived.

Therese stood up, pushed open the door, and stepped out of the disguised carriage.

The moon was bright and the stars were few; the light of the two moons shone on the earth, and it was somewhat chilly.

He turned around, raised his hand, and amidst the horrified gazes of the stowaways who jumped off the vehicle and the smugglers who came to check the situation from the back, a hidden blade popped out from his sleeve.

Ascalon, the leader of the Rhodes Island SWEEP organization, was his apprentice. His swordsmanship and movement techniques were derived from him. On the day Ascalon graduated, Theresis gave her a weapon—a simple and small, yet incredibly sharp, hidden blade.

Therese hoped she could become a hidden weapon within the Military Council, and that when she faced danger or was in dire straits, she would understand that she still had a hidden blade at her disposal.

"pity......."

Forcibly suppressing the regret welling up in her heart, Therese took the first step.

This hidden blade is a sister model to the other one, crafted by a Sarkaz artisan. In Theresis's hands, its power is in no way inferior to Ascalon.

The illegal immigrants here cannot survive. Tracy did not want anyone to discover his whereabouts, and even less did she want anyone to know that he had secretly sneaked into Colombia.

Only the dead can keep a secret.

Without any mercy or pity, Therese even drifted off into his own world, ignoring the final screams of those who tried to escape and beg for mercy.

The smuggler tried to resist and pulled out a crossbow from his pocket. Sure enough, one of the smuggler's bodyguards was also lying in ambush among the stowaways. He happily listened to everyone's dirty deeds, perhaps even planning to use them as leverage to blackmail them in the future.

But their resistance was in vain. Theresis was ruthless and taciturn, and had no interest in even offering an artistic critique of the feel of the work.

After all the standing creatures had fallen, Theresis came to the last one.

This man was none other than Scarface Sarkaz. He was terrified and knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the man who had killed everyone in less than a minute, his terrified eyes looking at a monster.

But Therese did not kill him immediately; he deliberately saved him for last, and there was a reason for that.

"Is there something you were hiding from me?"

he asked.

The scarred-faced Sarkaz gave a bewildered "Huh?"

But before Theresis could furrow his brow and raise his hand again, his lapsed brain started working again, and he shouted:

"I said, I said!"

“I’m not lying. My grandfather did work for Captain Bozokas. My grandfather was… my grandfather was a cook.”

The cooks, also known as the kitchen staff, were responsible for preparing meals in the army.

Theresis raised an eyebrow, but before she could speak, the scarred Sarkaz, trembling, spoke frankly and without reservation:

“My grandfather was Ursus. He… he fell in love with a Wendigo under Captain Bochkaste, and that’s how my father came to be. But my father’s generation was Ursus, and he married a Sarkaz, so I… I…”

Therese nodded knowingly.

The son of a mixed-race person, and the son of an Ursus mixed-race person who was drawn in a lottery between two bloodlines.

No wonder he couldn't sense any Wendigo bloodline fluctuations.

The Wendigo who married his grandfather must have been of mixed race.

However, liking Wendigo is quite a strong taste.

Shaking his head, suppressing the inexplicable urge to complain that had arisen in his mind since entering Tremont's territory, Theresis asked:

"Do you know the whereabouts of Bozokasti?"

"I don't know," Scarface Sarkaz answered instinctively, but the next second, he shouted as if waking from a dream, "I know, I know! Captain Bozocasti might be in a snowy place!"

"A place with lots of snow?"

Therese nodded, and before he could say, "Don't kill me, I can take you there," he cleanly and swiftly swung his hidden blade.

As Scarface Sarkaz fell, Theresis sheathed her hidden blade and left the scene.

That's all the Sarkaz knew. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used such a vague adjective as "lots of snow."

However, that's enough. In Terra, there are only about two places that get a lot of snow all year round.

The northern tundra of Ursus, the Sami, and the Sherag.

Given that Bozokasti served in Ursus and disappeared during the Ursus Rebellion, he would likely not continue to operate within Ursus territory if he did not want to be easily found.

That leaves only Sami and Sherag.

As for Sami, Theresis could try contacting the Cyclops. Although they were reluctant to accept the Military Council's invitation, they probably wouldn't refuse if it was just to help them find pure-blooded Wendigos.

As for Sherag...

The possibility of Bozokas replacing Sherag is actually not low.

The reason he led the Wendigo court away from Kazdel was to escape the war and seek a peaceful life.

Even in Sami, there are still Cyclopes, the Sami tribe, the Ursus occupying forces, and the struggle against demons, but Sherag...

That was truly a peaceful place.

However, the commotion Kjerag has caused recently is quite significant. Theresis's "hostages" in Londinium have quietly dwindled, which is inextricably linked to one of Kjerag's snow leopards. Although Theresis hasn't detected any clues about Bozocasti and Wendigo, she can't completely let her guard down.

If the opportunity arises, it might be worth trying to make contact and sound out Ernst Shivaesh's opinion.

Chapter 191 Jeragand: How can I not be considered a subordinate?

Tremont, Columbia.

Vina returned very late, so Ernst took a taxi to pick her up.

Vina was puzzled: "Ernst, why did you take a taxi? Why didn't you drive?"

Ernst was speechless at this question.

Do you have a car? I'll drive.

Scherrag didn't really own any property in Colombia, and even if he could borrow a car from RheinLife or Blacksteel International, Ernst wouldn't know how to drive.

Yes, although it's unclear where Vina got the idea that Ernst could drive, it's no joke that Ernst really couldn't drive.

He always had a driver when he went out, either his uncle, the old butler from the Shiva Ash family, or one of his part-time drivers who had driver's licenses, such as Jeston, Holhaya, Weiss, and Matthon.

Ernst naturally knew how to drive in his previous life, but after transmigrating and living in Sherag for twenty-one years, he usually got around on foot and with pack animals. Let alone driving, he might not even pass a driving test on his first try now.

Not to mention, Terra's cars are slightly different from those on Earth. First of all, they are powered by Originium and don't burn oil. The vehicle dashboard is already very different from what Ernst remembers, not to mention the subtle differences in the accelerator, gear shifting, traffic rules, etc.

If he were to drive recklessly now, he'd be a total road hazard. What if Vina, instead of being caught in the purge of the royalist Victorian aristocracy, or the Governor of Lungmen and the Vice President of Colombia, ends up being rushed to another world by her own mistake?

Perhaps noticing Ernst's resentful gaze, Vina awkwardly scratched her head, whispered an apology, and got into the car.

The driver wasn't one of their own, and the two men in the back seat remained silent the entire way. Only after returning to the hotel did Ernst slightly relax and ask with concern:

"You've had a tough time, Vina. How was it? Did you encounter any difficulties dealing with the Vice President?"

Ernst was on the borderline between trusting and distrusting Vina. On the one hand, Vina had experience visiting Lungmen and had gained some benefits from Wei Yanwu's visit. Most importantly, she returned unharmed.

On the other hand, Vina's experience was clearly lacking when dealing with seasoned political veterans. In Lungmen, she couldn't resist Wei Yanwu's sweet talk, and when facing Duke Windermere, she showed obvious nervousness and underperformed.

So this time, before sending Vina, Ernst unusually planned everything carefully, practically drafting a complete set of contingency plans for her. He even conducted a thorough simulation and analysis of Vice President Wilson's possible reactions and gave Vina the speech he had originally intended to deliver after the completion of "Project Dome" as leverage. He went to great lengths to ensure Vina had a complete learning opportunity.

Vina did not disappoint Ernst's investment, and nodded happily:

"The mission has been successfully completed, and Vice President Wilson will arrive in Tremont tomorrow."

Vina traveled between the District of Columbia and Tremont by public transportation, while President Wilson traveled by limousine, special routes, and possibly even by aircraft. Vina's journey required several days of transfers, while he could arrive in less than a day. Such a time difference is quite normal.

Ernst nodded with satisfaction, reached out, and subconsciously wanted to pat Vina's shoulder to encourage her, but as soon as he raised his hand, he saw Vina's pretty face turn red, and she lowered her head shyly.

Ernst: "?"

What does this mean? Does it mean you want to pat someone on the head?

Ernst paused for a moment, then tentatively reached out and patted Vina's head. Only then did Miss Big Cat raise her head again, looking blushing and her heart pounding, yet still wanting more.

"Thank you."

Vina whispered.

How could she not know how much Ernst had sacrificed for this operation?

Just from the excited look on Vice President Wilson's face when he saw the speech, Vina could tell that it must be a masterpiece that was no less impressive than "Humanitarianism," and perhaps even more inflammatory than "Humanitarianism," which stood on a moral high ground.

Ernst had already explained to her that anything that could excite a politician like President Wilson to that extent must be related to votes. And inflammatory speeches are clearly more likely to garner votes than motivational platitudes like those in "Humanitarianism."

So, although he was a little shy, Ernst had already made such a sacrifice, so it wasn't unreasonable for him to want to pat her head.

It's a pity he didn't know his own identity, which detracted from the fun. But then again, Vina thought that if Ernst really knew, given his cautious nature—keeping a "safe distance" even from Miss Defiance—he probably wouldn't have acted so intimately towards her, right?

Well, it's best not to tell him for now.

Ernst, unaware of Vina's ulterior motives and still somewhat intoxicated by the silky smooth feel of her skin, hastily responded with a "goodnight" farewell. He watched her return to her room before lying back down on his bed and closing his eyes.

Levi's invitation had been delivered to him via the terminal, and tomorrow he would also have to visit the final experiment of the Flame Demon Project, or rather, participate in Horhaya's closing ceremony.

Although the plan is unlikely to encounter any unexpected problems after this mediation, Ernst never makes promises he can't keep. He plans to get some rest early to conserve his energy for any trouble that may arise tomorrow.

After the lights are turned off, in the corridor outside the door, a stone with a blue light shining in its center floats in front of the air, enacting an urban legend of Colombia's future.