People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Unlike the witnesses behind Dario who were merely “witnesses to history,” Eleanor would gain immense benefits from this communication.

The future of Iberia is inextricably linked to the World Summit, and this connection will not change even if the symbol of the golden age returns. Someone who can think of not only Iberia but also the World Summit at such a historic moment would be a highly desirable candidate for the summit.

Mr. Ernst will understand.

Dario doesn't think he's that good. Like Carmen, he's just always thinking about the younger generation and the continuation of the family business.

After doing all this, he came to his senses and strode toward the port.

The tall, slender judge stood on the harbor, the glow of the twin moons and the light of the Eye of Iberia illuminating the sea before him, as if paving a path forward.

In the past, in Iberia, fishermen who went out to sea to fish, adventurers who went on sea explorations, and the defense forces who patrolled the seas would follow this road back to their homeland.

Q gazed into the distance, looking to the far horizon above the distant sea.

U didn't know how much time had passed, but as dawn broke, a faint smile appeared on his face, which had been pale from the cold wind all night, and on his dry lips.

He waited for it.

The shadows of three warships leaped across the sea, slowly sailing from the past along the trail left by the Eye of Iberia!

The Preserver represents the "future" of Iberia and even the Terra region.

The name "Trial Chamber" represents Iberia's struggle for survival amidst disaster, its arduous "present."

Zero and finally, that behemoth whose size was comparable to that of a space carrier, that majestic warship whose paint seemed to be plated with a layer of gold!

That's the Stutifaera, the Fool, the Golden Age!

"!" (The golden age has returned!)

Chapter 766 Hardcore Ruthless Carmen: I am the gray line between black and white.

"Is this the Stutifaira, Lady Carmen?"

"The Golden Fleet has returned! Iberia is about to be reborn! We have hope!"

"Today is the happiest day of my life!"

"!"

I don’t know why, but when Ernst heard them humming this song, he always felt that a crisp, fast-paced section would be perfect to add in the middle.

But to be honest, the two don't really seem to go well together, do they? This song is clearly an Iberian barcarolle, while the allegro is played on a traditional Chinese instrument—is that even a musical instrument? How could they possibly go together?

Probably not?

Ernst fell into deep thought.

He has this free time, of course, because at this moment, he is not the real protagonist.

Carmen was already surrounded by people.

Carmen, a saint of Iberia, who has lived from the Golden Age to the present day, and the supreme leader of the Inquisition, has many halos, each of which is closely related to Iberia.

But now, all these titles may pale in comparison to the one that will soon be bestowed upon him—[The Restor of the Golden Age]!

These simple Iberians may not understand that a single Stutifaira could not change the status quo of Iberia. It did not produce food, could not conjure up new talent, nor could it revitalize the land eroded by the sea's ripples.

Its enhancement of Iberia is extremely limited. The Agor-Iberian Union technologies preserved on it are indeed very practical, but how much of the land in Iberia today can truly be put to use?

But that doesn't stop the Fool from becoming the hope in the eyes of all of them!

They desperately need this hope.

Whether this hope is a real life-saving drug or just a stimulant injection that can only serve as a placebo, morphine is desperately needed.

As long as the ship is still there and can still provide value, Iberia can at least sustain itself through its predicament for several more decades without losing its morale!

Carmen understood this perfectly, so even if it meant death, he was determined to gamble and retrieve the ship.

He succeeded, but at what cost?

Carmen glanced to the side at Ernst, who was talking to Dario. This young man wasn't Iberian, but Carmen couldn't even think of a way to repay him for his contributions to Iberia.

Iberia paid a price, but it gained much more. Carmen wasn't a child; in this ruthless land, Ernst's offer was nothing short of a dream come true.

If it were the Victorians in charge, the first thing they would probably do is replace themselves and marginalize them, so that this person with too much authority would not affect Victoria's infiltration and control of Iberia!

But even this young man, Carmen had to watch him sacrifice himself for Iberia, taking on the responsibility of contacting the Agors—a crime that was extremely sensitive in Iberia and could even lead to a death sentence in court.

Perhaps, like Alfonso, Iberian law has no right to judge Ernst. Since Ernst is willing to do it, letting him do it is the best solution. But Carmen still feels that this is not right!

He ruled Iberia for so many years, leading the country through so much suffering, not to create a nation where "heroes cannot return home," "benefactors are scorned," "violence surpasses Ursus," and "savagery surpasses Sargon!"

That's not the Iberia he wanted.

Iberia is black and white. Here, the court decides everything. There is only guilt and innocence, no justice and evil, and no so-called "middle ground" that is neither good nor evil.

But there is always a dividing line between good and evil. No matter how thick or thin, long or short that dividing line is, it certainly exists.

Carmen actually knew very well what that dividing line was.

It was he himself who was zero "Ling Qi Jiu Yi Lu soUsUo: .

With a single word, he decided good and evil. His words and actions, to some extent, were the standard for judging guilt and innocence. For he was a saint of Iberia, an immortal who was not an immortal, the founder of this nation.

If anyone wants to change the current situation in Iberia in a short period of time, there is only one person who can do it.

That's who he is.

"Lady Carmen, Lady Carmen!"

The judge stepped forward, followed by Dario's young apprentice, Elene, and several people who were clearly dressed in foreign attire.

Carmen didn't know all of these people, but he knew their identities.

Having seen the world, it's hard not to guess who they are when you see them carrying all those "long guns and short cannons" and looking like they're about to make a big news story.

As it turned out, Carmen's guess was correct, the judge whispered:

"Lady Carmen, these are reporters from the World Summit. Eleanor summoned them; they want to interview you. What do you think?"

Did Elena call them here?

Carmen glanced at her grand-disciple, whom she didn't usually talk to much, with some surprise, then turned her head to look at Dario.

Dario had clearly noticed what was happening here, or perhaps he had been watching Carmen's reactions closely.

By chance, their eyes met in mid-air.

Dario instinctively tried to look away, but Carmen smiled at his expression.

While he was still hesitating about whether to let go, Dalio had already started training the third generation of his people.

Could this be considered a form of coup? After all, although everyone knows that after I leave, the next leader of the Inquisition will undoubtedly be you, it's still far from certain, and I haven't personally issued any secret orders regarding the successor, have I?

Of course, this is just a joke.

Carmen felt more relief than surprise.

Surprisingly, he realized that he, who seemed to "manage everything," had somehow become somewhat clueless about what his apprentice was doing.

I am gratified, and that is precisely what makes me gratified.

He was not a tyrant. Although his methods were often violent, his open-mindedness towards his own people was second to none. A disciple need not be inferior to his teacher, nor a teacher necessarily superior to his disciple. The student can surpass the teacher. Dario's ability to conceal his actions from Carmen, who held greater power, position, and even control over Iberia, was enough for Carmen to truly acknowledge Dario's capabilities.

He does seem to be worrying about these younger generations a little too much.

Having finally made up her mind, Carmen waved to the reporters, signaling them to come forward.

"I know you all have many questions, let's take them one by one."

Having received permission to interview Carmen, the reporters exchanged glances and immediately began vying for the order of questions.

This is a rare, firsthand news event! Those media outlets that didn't come to the counter-terrorism base or didn't leave personnel in Gran Falo are really missing out!

Whoever asks their question first is more likely to have a valuable one, and that's a spot that everyone wants to grab!

Seeing the chaotic scene, Carmen was also a bit annoyed. He was just about to arrange for the judges to maintain order and forcibly establish a sequence when he saw someone in the reporter line raise their hand:

"I work for Rose Newspaper!"

Carmen's eyes lit up, and she quickly said:

"Then come forward quickly, you're the first one."

He knew about the Rose Newspapers. The reason was simple: this newspaper had close ties with Ernst.

When the counter-terrorism plan was just announced and the counter-terrorism base was still under construction, many domestic and foreign media outlets were still observing. Even those that sent personnel were just small fry. But the Rose Newspaper was the only one that was directly invited by Mr. Ernst, and upon arrival, they were given front-page coverage and interviews!

Although it wasn't entirely clear why this Casimir media outlet had such a deep connection with Ernst, Carmen still had to give them face.

Reporters from the Rose Newspaper quickly pushed forward. It was a Kuranta woman in business attire, followed by a photographer named Rupert.

She greeted Carmen and then went straight to the point with the question:

"Lady Carmen, my question is, the golden flagship [Fool] has been out of port for over sixty years. What exactly happened to it during those sixty years? Why did it look so intact upon its return? As if it were brand new?"

This isn't just one problem, is it?

Carmen smiled helplessly, but didn't expose him, because those two questions were exactly what he needed to answer.

"The specific experiences of the Stutifaira at sea cannot be fully explained in a few words, and the court will also need some time to organize them. If you would like, you can come to my office in Granfalo in a few days for an exclusive interview."

Exclusive Interview!

A look of surprise and excitement visibly appeared on Kuranta's face. Without giving his colleagues a chance to react, he immediately nodded and said:

"It's a deal! Thank you, Lady Carmen, for giving me this opportunity!"

Carmen nodded and continued:

"As for why the Stutifaira looks brand new..."

He paused, took a deep breath, and said the sentence:

"We have to thank our friend Agor for this."

Our Agor friends?

Almost instantly, the once bustling port seemed to fall silent.

The judge standing next to Carmen stared at him incredulously, the reporter's stenography pen stopped, and Ernst, who had been watching closely, raised an eyebrow.

Ignoring the reactions of those around her and the invisible pressure, Carmen repeated her search query: 魃五六∠潞偲“·艾道:

"Yes, our friends in Agor. On this voyage, we not only brought back the Stutifaira, but also re-established national-level contact with Agor."

"The Sea Cultists are our common enemy, so from now on, the Inquisition will adjust its attitude toward the Agors in Iberia."

“But, Lady Carmen, those Agorians, we used to be—”

Finally, the judge standing next to Carmen couldn't help but speak up, seemingly to offer advice or perhaps to raise a question.

But before he could speak—and thankfully before he could—Carmen interrupted him directly:

"This is my judgment."

The judge paused, then lowered his head and said earnestly:

"clear."

Carmen nodded slightly.

Dario no longer needs his training and instruction. But he still has things he can do on his own, and things that only he can do.

He is a ghost of the old era, the greatest dictator in Iberian history. Let him break down the barriers and draw a line between black and white.

Chapter 767 Appointment and Saints

International Summit, General Base for Counter-Terrorism Operations, Rest Area.

Having been back on land for so long, Alfonso was reluctant to even sit down. He paced back and forth in the room, his joy making the white-haired old man look like a child.

As he walked, he remarked to Ernst, who was making coffee:

"Carmen actually agreed on it herself. This is really not like the Carmen I know."

The "approval" naturally refers to the approval of Agor's actions.

Frankly, Ernst himself hadn't expected this. Ernst's view of Carmen was much the same as Alfonso's—Carmen was a very capable, resolute, and experienced leader, but he also had his flaws; he was too protective of his reputation!

"But there's nothing wrong with Li Boli valuing his reputation, right?"

Talulah replied with some curiosity,

“If I were Liberi, I would probably like my feathers very much too. Ernst, don’t you often groom your tail?”