People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ernst was quick enough to snap a picture of that expression. He'll take it back and, if there's a chance, share it with Amiya, Ascalon, W, and Hedley. It's so unique!

A young girl's blush speaks louder than any sweet words!

But she eventually returned with Ernst, for one reason only—the anniversary of Kazdelnia's ascension to heaven, which she didn't want to miss.

Kal'tsit didn't care about many things in her life. Compared to her long life experience and the countless choices she made, the life and death of one or two people, or even the rise and fall of a city or a country, seemed insignificant.

But Kazde is an exception.

Kal'tsit's feelings towards Kazdel and the Sarkaz are very complex. On the one hand, the Sarkaz's prolonged ignorance, chaos, and violent tendencies due to objective conditions forced Kal'tsit to classify them as dangerous and suppress them, even resorting to physical attacks.

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On the other hand, the Sarkaz are the native race of this planet, and their current state is not unrelated to the previous civilization. In fact, it is the result of the Doctor's actions.

Before falling into a deep sleep, the doctor gave her one last instruction: to "go to this land and find herself," to grant her "freedom." But how can a person turn away from their roots?

As the Doctor's creation, the longer she witnessed the Sarkaz's suffering, the more sympathy she felt for this race. This is why her attitude towards the Sarkaz was always so awkward—she would attack their country but not exterminate their race, kill their people but not wipe out their lineage.

If possible, without violating the principles of protecting Terran civilization, she would actually be happy to see the Sarkaz, as members of the civilized family, have a relatively normal life. She would even be willing to actively help the Sarkaz for this purpose.

This can also be seen from her help to Theresia and her actions in protecting the purebred Tikaz that were not corrupted by the Heavenly Pivot in the Sarkaz Rogue Angel Kingdom route.

Now, on this timeline, she truly no longer needs to worry about the Sarkaz.

"When Kazdelnia takes to the skies, a new chapter in the history of the Sarkaz will begin."

Search QUn: Ehlingqi Medical Three "Ernst, Sarkaz thanks you, and I will thank you too."

Kal'tsit said it from the bottom of her heart.

Before you, I never imagined this ending.

After you, I dare not hope that anyone else will do the same.

How the Sarkaz will thank Ernst, Kal'tsit doesn't know. Perhaps even the Sarkaz themselves don't know.

They have been divided for far too long. Even with the Royal Court, an organization that barely maintains contact and identity among them, it is limited to only a small group of people.

But Ernst changed the fate of the entire Sarkaz population.

What he changed were ordinary people, enabling those who were like beggars to live with dignity, enabling those who "sell their brains" to have decent jobs, and enabling those who yearned for peace to obtain peace and those who yearned for security to obtain security. In fact, they had nothing to repay Ernst with.

If I had to say, I only have one life.

Ernst smiled. He didn't actually want any thanks; he had helped the Sarkaz, and the Sarkaz had helped him in return. Nasty, Safar, and now Warfarin, who was treating Horhya, among others—he had received quite a bit from the Sarkaz.

Although these things seem insignificant compared to "a country," they are all things Ernst needs.

Ernst already had his own country and didn't need Sarkaz to send him another one, but Ernst needed engineers, heating wizards, and a well-trained doctor, all of which Sarkaz provided, and that was enough to satisfy him.

Of course, he didn't stop Sarkaz from "repaying his debt of gratitude." In life, people seek fame and fortune. Ernst advised Windermere and devised strategies for Helena, all for the benefits they could provide. In return, Ernst extended his favors to others, gaining "fame." This fame and fortune became the foundation and weapon for his series of political activities!

If it weren't for these things, how many of the three most prominent figures in the nine kingdoms of Terra would care about him, given that he was merely the prime minister of a small corner of the world?

But he has it, and that makes all the difference! This snowball is rolling, and his future holds great promise!

"If they really want to do something, how about sending me a banner?"

Ernst said, half-jokingly.

He actually really craved that stuff.

He still remembered the reactions of his comrades before and after receiving the banner in his previous life.

When Ernst heard that someone had presented him with a banner, he exclaimed, "Why send that? Oh dear, it's so embarrassing to hang it in the office, it's too ostentatious!" But after receiving the banner, he hung it on the wall directly opposite the door, and from then on, Ernst never saw his office door closed again!

To be honest, Kal'tsit was also quite interested in trying that.

After all, it was a symbol. Guan Yu said, "Though my body dies, my name will be recorded in history books!" But Ernst couldn't see those records, nor did he know how he would be evaluated in the future. A banner, however, was different.

A single banner with just two lines of text is enough to explain what he did, what achievements he made, and what kind of evaluation he received.

Ernst was not a saint; the fact that his actions were recognized and recorded was enough to satisfy his small vanity.

Unexpectedly, Kal'tsit laughed and shook her head at Ernst:

"Mr. Ernst, that's quite a joke."

"Even if you don't care about fame and fortune, there's no need to treat Sarkaz like this."

You deserve better.

See, people say cats don't understand human hearts, and it's true.

Kal'tsit, you don't understand human nature!

Unable to understand others' true needs, always focusing on lofty goals and interests, while inadvertently forgetting the most basic human desires, perhaps this is why Kal'tsit's career has always been fraught with difficulties.

Others experience a few setbacks before eventually reaching the main road, but Kal'tsit pedals her bicycle on a gravel road, her legs moving incredibly fast, like a whirlwind, making the bumps so numerous they leave a blur!

Ernst glanced at Kal'tsit speechlessly, but didn't say anything.

He hadn't expected Kal'tsit to send him a banner.

However, after a brief silence, watching Nastya and the others approach them after the Soul Forge was fully loaded, Kal'tsit suddenly spoke again to Ernst beside her:

"If it's just about wanting to be remembered, then I will."

Ernst paused, looking at Kal'tsit with some surprise.

Kal'tsit did not turn around; her profile remained calm and serene.

The afternoon sunlight was somewhat dazzling, but it made Kal'tsit's skin appear even whiter and more delicate. A glint flashed in her eyes, just as it had ten thousand years ago.

Time seems to have forgotten her, leaving no trace on her.

She is immortal, therefore she says:

"A banner, a medal, data recorded on a hard drive, an achievement engraved in stone. They will all decay."

"None of them are as good as me."

“I will remember, I probably will never forget, everything you did, Ernst.”

"Is this my way of expressing my gratitude?"

Ernst opened his mouth, but after a long while, until Nastie walked up to them, he didn't say anything.

Suppressing the words he wanted to say but found difficult to express, Ernst smiled.

This is enough.

He is [Amber], and everything is preserved inside him—everything about him as an Earthling, a Chinese person.

Just as Precyth said, those things are eternal and unchanging, and even a monster as terrifying as a lumberjack is powerless against them.

But he also cares about everything he experienced on this land; these things are also treasures to him, this "treasure."

Memories are pearls, feelings are diamonds!

If these things are lost, can this person still be considered this person?

Ernst was powerless to salvage that period of his life in prehistoric civilization; it was over, just like Crychic, it was forever a thing of the past.

But he didn't want to forget, nor did he want to be forgotten, this memory from his time on Terra.

Therefore, he was persistent in his pursuit of fame.

Name, that is, to remember.

And now, he has received a promise from an immortal.

Kal'tsit is no good at this or that, but she's great at this one thing!

Knowing about the treasure, the old lynx is still alive and kicking, and may even be experiencing a second spring. This guarantee is quite credible!

"I accept your thanks."

Ernst nodded slightly.

Nasti glanced at the two of them with some confusion, but couldn't see anything strange about it.

Ernst and Kelsey seemed to be discussing something very serious.

However, there's no need to be so serious!

Nasty was in a great mood and couldn't wait to share this joy with Ernst and all her friends!

"The Soul Furnace has completed its fusion. Based on its current energy consumption, it is fully capable of supporting the energy consumption of a small mobile city!"

"Mr. Ernst, we succeeded!"

She personally placed the remote control into Ernst's hand, and holding his hand, the once composed scientist's voice trembled slightly:

"We did it! We really did!"

"Success!"

Ernst pressed down on her shoulders, calming her trembling.

"If you're in a good mood, we can talk about it later."

"Now, let's do what we should do—let that dream take flight."

"Fly, Kazdelnia!"

Chapter 704 The Flame Demon's Glorious Moment!

This is destined to be a scene that will be recorded in future Terran history textbooks, and it is also destined to be a scene of joy for some and sorrow for others.

When Ernst pressed the remote control in his hand, the core city of Kazdelnia was finally officially activated. Astonishing energy erupted from the ancient Soul Forge, flowing through countless buried pipes and lines, into the limbs and bones of the city, and into the Gravity Defiance Mechanism installed beneath it.

Nasti's life's work, completely different from traditional banshee witchcraft, is a gravity-defying mechanism that blends Sarkaz witchcraft with modern Originium Arts and even Columbia's advanced technology. It has begun to activate.

The pale blue indicator light lit up, and the vast land began to tremble slowly, as if a sleeping giant was waking up from its slumber and shaking off the countless dust particles covering its body.

"Rumble--"

Finally, modern technology and ancient craftsmanship have achieved a perfect fusion at this moment. The roar of the fully loaded machinery has driven the massive landmass to gradually detach from the ground!

Soar, soar!

At the observation post atop the mountain, Nasti unconsciously gripped the shoulder of the person next to her. She felt her legs trembling slightly, her excitement overflowing, but this was not the time to relax; the most crucial moment had not yet arrived!

Taking off is just the first problem to overcome.

Without relying on the Soul Forge, Nasti can also make experimental plots fly into the sky. The real problem lies in how to ensure that the plots can remain stable in the air for an extended period, and even move!

This requires a massive energy supply. Even after countless theoretical calculations, it's clear that the Soul Forge should be able to handle this energy output, but no one has ever actually tried it.

Even the lich who has long been responsible for maintaining the Soul Forge cannot produce a true power meter for it. And since there is only one Soul Forge, if anything goes wrong, Nasti will have little chance of fixing it!

But without trying, success is impossible. Theoretical calculations have reached their limits; now, it's time to verify them through practical application!

"don’t worry."

Ernst felt a pang of sympathy as he held Nast's hand and gently pulled it away from his poor tail.

The Sarkaz are truly formidable. Even though they are skilled in witchcraft and don't often engage in combat, their strength is no joke.

What's more, Nastya is a civil engineer who occasionally goes to the construction site herself.

Ensit felt that if she let her keep pinching like this, Qi herself would be able to schedule a tail-severing surgery with Kal'tsit by tomorrow at 6 AM!

He quite liked that big, fluffy tail; Ernst used it to keep warm in the winter when there was no fireplace. Wouldn't it be a shame to cut it off?

Nastie also sensed Ernst's power; although it was weak, it was indeed reassuring.

She took a deep breath, nodded, withdrew her hand, picked up the walkie-talkie beside her, and issued the next instruction:

"Test the energy load of the Soul Furnace."

This order was given to the lich.

For the past thousand years, liches have been dedicated to studying the topic of dead souls. During the period when the Soul Forge was officially used as an energy source, liches were responsible for its regular maintenance.

For liches, this is not just a job, but also a responsibility. Even a novice lich like Emengard, who hadn't even graduated a few days ago, was required to first learn how to maintain the Soul Forge—"On How to Make the Ancestor Happy".

Now that the Soul Forge needs to be tested, it is only natural that a professional like the Lich should be in charge.

However, it is worth mentioning that the person in charge of this test was the current ruler of the Lich King's Court, "The Answer to All Thoughts" Fremont himself, not Emengard or any other lich.

Nasti, who gave the order, was a powerful banshee, but she was not the ruler of the royal court. Theoretically, she had no right to command Fremont.

But neither Nastie, nor Fremont, nor even Ramalyn, who could theoretically negotiate with Fremont, raised any objections to the matter.

Perhaps there's a reason they themselves are willing to do this, but to some extent, it also means that they acknowledge that, at least in Shelag and above New Kazdelnia, the status of the residents' committee and "Kazdelnia government officials" is higher than that of these old-time royal rulers.