People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Is this a tragedy? Nasti didn't know. She was only focused on doing her own thing and didn't want to get involved with Theresis. After all, weren't they all working for the future of the Sarkaz? Who was inferior to whom?

However, just because she doesn't want to provoke the Theresis forces doesn't mean that the Theresis forces won't come knocking on her door.

Mandela, who had just left for the embassy district, was blocked back before he even left the construction site.

Her expression was somewhat strange as she stared at the tall, imposing, blond Sarkaz man before her, a man whose heart seemed bigger than she was. She was quite certain that she had never seen him before.

But why is there a natural sense of aversion?

I just feel like this man looks really annoying!

This feeling was definitely not directed at Sarkaz; Mandela had never had this reaction with Nasti before.

She instinctively took a few steps back, trying to get around Manfred and the even more outrageous woman beside him, but Manfred reached out and blocked her way.

At the same time, she also noticed the two fluorescent words emitting a dark color behind Manfred.

——【Bad Guy】

Mandela gasped.

Looking at the vast construction site before him, Manfred couldn't just wander around aimlessly. This guy in front of him, though dressed rather strangely, should know something since he came from a construction site, so he tried to ask politely:

"Philin, do you know where Nasty the Banshee is?"

Who would have thought that the petite film in front of me would immediately launch into a tirade:

"You bastard, I won't tell you!"

P.S.: There's another one later. My cold isn't better yet, so my typing speed has slowed down significantly.

Chapter 310 Nasti: Balrog, you can't rest yet!

Calling someone a "bad guy" on the first meeting?

Manfred was stunned for a moment, almost not reacting at all.

What's going on here? I, Manfred, may not be considered dashing and handsome, but I can at least be described as having a face like jade and a dignified appearance, right? Even as a Sarkaz, just based on this face, Manfred receives far better treatment than most Sarkaz mercenaries and royal army soldiers who wear masks and cannot be seen in public.

It could be said that, apart from the wise and mighty General Theresis, Manfred was the face of the current Military Council. When he first entered the city of Londinium and helped the Grand Dukes eliminate the Steam Knights, Manfred was at least welcomed by the nobles of Londinium; his handsome face was a hit wherever he went.

As for those who refuse to let him spend money, then they'll just have to let him spend money on them.

Manfred knew that the various kingdoms of the land generally didn't have a good attitude towards the Sarkaz, but Kjerag was a small exception. At least, from the moment he entered the country, neither the ordinary people on the streets nor the Kjerag leaders he met, such as Ernst and Horhyah, showed any blatant malice or discrimination towards them, the Sarkaz. The spy Hedley, whom he recommended to General Theresis, even managed to get by in Kjerag quite well... cough cough, quite well, becoming Ernst's lackey and teaching at a school. He even entrusted Manfred's supervision of Kjerag to him.

This was the first time he had ever experienced such an outright personal attack in Sherag.

What's going on? I'm actually feeling a bit nostalgic.

Manfred frowned, banishing the strange sense of security from his mind. He stared at the little girl in front of him with a somewhat unfriendly expression, but did not immediately lash out.

He didn't think he had a "bad guy" written all over his face, but this girl was different from ordinary Sherag people; she showed him malice right away, which made him take it seriously.

“Philin, what makes you say that? We shouldn’t have met before. And your attire, you’re not from Sherag?”

Mandela sniffed, somewhat annoyed:

"Of course I'm not a Sherag, I'm a Tara! As for why I say you're a bad person, you've already written 'bad person' on your body, do you still need to ask me?"

Manfred's already furrowed brows deepened even further, forming a deep canyon between his eyes.

Tara—the name was somewhat unfamiliar. Manfred was a rare intellectual among the Sarkaz, and as far as he knew, there shouldn't be a country called Tara on Earth.

Is this film lying to me?

Manfred felt it was unnecessary. If the other party was unwilling to reveal anything, they could simply remain silent. Why bother giving a random name? Besides, Mandra's arrogance when she spoke always made Manfred imagine someone else.

That's right, it's the Little Cat Egg Roll... I mean, Blood Demon Lord!

As a representative of the Sarkaz conservatives and the royal court diehards, the Blood Lord is an out-and-out Sarkaz supremacist, and the expression, demeanor and tone of his voice when he mentions Kazdel are quite similar to those of Mandra when he mentions Tara.

Of course, if this were told to the Blood Demon Lord, he would undoubtedly suffer a severe punishment that would reverse his blood flow and damage his heart. Moreover, the two are not entirely similar.

If the Blood Demon Lord looked at Mandela, he would most likely say, "You're still a bit conservative."

After all, Mandra just wanted to give all the anthropomorphic nobles of Victoria to Tutu, while the Blood Demon Lord's idea was simpler and more direct.

Forget about complicated identities and screening criteria, just kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Ti (Kaz) gave birth to all things to nourish man, yet man has nothing to repay Ti! This monument stands on Ti's behalf atop the city walls; those who defy the demons will die standing or kneeling!

If these two were to actually meet, Mandra would probably have to say to the Blood Lord, "You're going a bit too far."

The Blood Lord, on the other hand, commented on Mandra: "Tara seems a bit too urbanized."

After pondering for a moment and confirming that it was not a country but a region or city, Manfred did not continue to think about it, since the focus of Mandela's words was not there.

She said, "What do you mean by writing 'bad person' on my body?"

Manfred turned his head to look at Ersula beside him, who immediately waved her hand, looking completely innocent.

She hadn't seen anything. As soon as Mandela spoke, Ersula immediately looked Manfred up and down. Her conclusion was that the young man must eat quite well.

She didn't find any "bad guy" markings.

Mandra didn't want to linger with them for too long. After all, this was Sherag, and how that bastard got his mark was none of her business. She was more interested in getting away from the Sarkaz in front of her who was making her feel uncomfortable all over. Just then, Nasti and the others noticed the commotion and came over.

Although Nasti had already noticed Manfred and Ersula's distinctive Sarkaz features from a distance, she still frowned when she got closer, overwhelmed by the smell of Kazdel emanating from them.

This is not to say that Manfred and Ersula are unhygienic, but rather that the banshees possess some troublesome racial traits.

Their tears were treated like jewels, and their bodily fluids exuded a sweet fragrance. The luxury goods produced by the banshees were once considered rare items in popular Terra. In this respect, the banshees did indeed possess some unknown talents.

But since they were guests, the two stopped Mandela, and Nasti had no choice but to intervene.

She first softly called out Mandela's name, signaling the Earth and Wood Saint Body she so coveted to return behind her, before introducing herself to the two people in front of her:

"Nasty Lunorui, Head of Engineering at Rhine Life Sciences".

“Hello, Banshee. I am Manfred, and this is Ersula. We are from the Kazdel Military Council.”

Nasti glanced at the two of them coldly, offering no pleasantries, and said indifferently:

"Prime Minister Ernst said something very insightful, you know? I'm still at work right now."

"When working, you should use your job title."

Nasti did not resist her identity as a banshee, nor was she ashamed of being a Sarkaz. The sky city she wanted to build, also known as Kazdel, should also become the promised land of the Sarkaz.

But when you're out in the world, your status and image are earned by yourself. Nasti didn't want these two people, whose very identities were obviously sensitive, to develop any unnecessary fantasies about her just because she was a banshee. It was better to eliminate any possibility of misunderstanding from the start than to let that happen.

Ersula clearly understood the underlying meaning of Nasti's words, and without dwelling on it, she decisively changed her form of address:

"Director Nasti, please rest assured, we have no other purpose. We are simply here out of kinship with our Sarkaz compatriots, to offer our assistance in a foreign land."

Nastie couldn't help but laugh for a moment.

Ersula couldn't help but laugh at herself.

After all, even though it's a polite, unintentional remark, saying something like "Sarkaz kinship" is just too funny to ignore.

However, as the saying goes, laughter is the best way to bridge the gap. After Ersula's humorous remark, Nasti's hostility subsided slightly, and she cautiously remarked:

"Thank you both for your kindness, but I'm quite comfortable living in Shelag and I'm not considering switching to any other company for the time being, nor do I plan to leave for any country or region. If you're here to offer me a job, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

“Ms. Nasti, you don’t have to refuse so quickly,” Ersula said, somewhat amused and exasperated.

To be honest, they didn't really mean that.

Theresis's mission for Manfred and Ersula was to come to Kjerag to verify the veracity of Hadley's intelligence, that is, to investigate whether Rhodes Island was indeed staying in Kjerag and had reached some agreement with Kjerag, and was attempting to make a comeback.

They had essentially completed their mission. Rhodes Island had indeed appeared in Kerrigan; the residents of Kerrigan Street all knew this, and Ernst couldn't hide it, nor did he intend to. Now, all they needed to do was confirm Kal'tsit's whereabouts before they could return and report.

As for the aftermath of the mission, Theresis didn't mention it at all.

Whether it was destroying Rhodes Island on the spot, killing Kal'tsit, monitoring and creating trouble, or raiding Rhodes Island with two riders and achieving great feats that shook the world, Theresis never mentioned it.

As for issuing an offer, that's out of the question. There's still no reply to the invitation that Theresis sent to the Banshee's court. Although it was most likely torn up by the great banshee, no reply is no reply. Before it's officially confirmed, he's unlikely to find a banshee to establish a separate court.

But Nasti's wary attitude did hurt her somewhat.

Is working for the Military Council such a despised thing? The Military Council is now the legitimate authority of the Sarkaz! Yes, although the Black Crown disappeared after the unfortunate death of the former Demon King Theresia, and the new Demon King has yet to appear, Theresis seems to know something, but he keeps quiet about it. However, he has indeed been fighting with the Sarkaz, taking advantage of the situation to occupy Londinium, and then establishing himself. Now he has begun to repair and build the super weapon fragment building in Victoria, and has even handed over the artifact of the behemoth [Chronicle] [Time] to himself, a Sarkaz who is not even his direct subordinate.

Ersula couldn't tell whether Theresis was a good person or a bad person, but she knew that Theresis was at least a capable person, and now, only a capable person could lead the Sarkaz out of their current predicament.

No matter what method he uses.

The Sarkaz have no other choice. Even if they did, that path is now closed.

A broken road, whether impassable or simply unwanted, is too late to discuss now. Sarkaz rejected her.

Manfred was more interested in the tin cans next to him than in Ersula.

He felt a burning heat from it, a raging fire, a familiar feeling and memory from the Sarkaz bloodline, a signal that Manfred could recognize even though he had never seen it before.

"The Punishment Clan, are you the Balrog?"

He said it with some disbelief.

General Theresis ultimately did not take the Balrog from Columbia, a fact he had heard from the Exorcist. The Exorcist said that General Theresis's reason was that the Balrog had refused his invitation and was unwilling to return with him.

But this Balrog, who refused to follow Theresis back to the Military Council, has now appeared in Sherag?

With the addition of Nasti, the banshee, and Kal'tsit, a remnant of Theresa's faction, the possibility of them plotting something in Kjerag has greatly increased!

Hadley really didn't provide false information?!

The Banshee's stance has always been biased towards Rhodes Island. Her repeated statements about not wanting to join the military council led by General Theresis suggest that she already belongs to a faction. The Balrog is currently staying in Kjerag, ostensibly only because of its connection to Kjerag, but in reality, Kjerag is merely a platform for communication and a cover.

Manfred had no evidence, but that did not prevent him from raising the possibility.

Besides, this is just what they discovered; who knows if Seraphim has connections with other Sarkaz?

Cyclops, Blood Demons, Liches, Stonewing Demons... Don't tell me they're indifferent to worldly affairs. Haven't you seen how Balrogs, which have been extinct for thousands of years, have been resurrected? What kind of indifference to worldly affairs can be more effective than guarding against the dead?

Manfred's expression turned serious; he suddenly sensed a sense of crisis.

They have been discovered by Ernst, which means that Kelsey actually already knew about their presence in Shelag.

Furthermore, were their movements monitored? What is Hedre's situation? Was his successful meeting with Nasti and the Balrog also part of Kal'tsit's plan?

General Therese said that Kal'tsit is a treacherous and cunning woman who should not be underestimated. Even if it is just a suspicion, we need to be extremely vigilant!

A tangible sense of danger seemed to appear overhead, and Manfred decisively chose to retreat.

The investigation can be put on hold for now; he needs to make sure that he and Ersula are not being monitored by Kal'tsit!

The Balrog Safar was touched when he saw the junior who recognized him at a glance.

He's living such a good life in Shelag that nobody even knows he's a Sarkaz anymore.

Those unlucky kids even called him "Heating Immortal" or "Uncle Stove," which was simply infuriating!

Back in the day, when Safar's name was mentioned, it was said that he could stop children from crying at night! Who would have thought that thousands of years later, he would be reduced to telling bedtime stories in the middle of the night just to make you laugh!

Now that he's met this junior from the Sarkaz, even though he doesn't know what the Military Council he's talking about is, it doesn't stop Safar from taking the opportunity to show off and, incidentally, subtly express his "Save me!" message.

He coughed lightly, two flames erupting from his armor, and the words were on the tip of his tongue, about to be spoken:

"That's right, I am..."

"Excuse me, goodbye!"

"?"

Before Safar could react, Manfred whispered a few words to Ersula, then apologized with a serious expression and turned to leave quickly.

The resolute nature of that figure suggested a hasty retreat.

At the same time, Safar also noticed the word "Badass" glowing on Manfred's body when he turned around.

Safar: "........."

No, don't go! I haven't finished speaking yet!

If you're leaving, take me with you! I don't want to tend the fire anymore! It's okay if you're a bad guy, everyone was one before! We can talk about the pay!

I don't care about salary! I'd even be willing to be a water demon!

Come back, Sarkaz, come back! How can I live without you!

"Phew, finally they're gone." Nasti breathed a sigh of relief, patted Mandela on the shoulder, and urged, "Go and come back quickly."

He then turned around, grabbed the shoulder of the tin can-like Balrog Safar who was about to chase after him, and made a crisp snapping sound.