People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Because he truly knew, and knew no less than Agor.

So, right under Clementa's nose, the silver-haired boy, who had looked slightly tired from lack of rest, suddenly felt refreshed after hearing her words. His back pain disappeared, his eyesight improved, and he seemed to perk up completely. He nodded earnestly and began to speak eloquently and incoherently, as if he were pontificating on a grand scale:

"Indeed, to deal with the threat from the Sea, Agor does need to cooperate with the land and obtain help from the outside world. And the land does need the technology of the Agor people, who have inherited enough of the legacy of their ancient civilization, to serve as the backbone of their fighting force."

"After all, Hai Si, as a derivative of the [Deep Blue Tree], one of the ancient civilization's survival plans, is indeed not something that any one of us can deal with alone."

A flicker of surprise crossed Clementa's face. Before she could even process what Ernst had just mentioned, he continued:

“I think Agor must have understood this as well, which is why he chose this time to contact the mainland, right?”

What do you know about this timeframe?

Clementsa paused, then squinted and asked.

Agor decided to make contact with the mainland. This decision was made by Agor itself, and Clementsa was merely given the order to carry out the mission.

In this mission, as the governor representing Agor, she must uphold Agor's reputation, strive to gain the initiative in negotiations and alliances, and secure as many benefits as possible for Agor.

She took this responsibility very seriously, and despite the vast disparity in strength between the land and sea, she racked her brains to try to achieve these three goals in the most peaceful way possible.

But she never considered that there was anything wrong with this "timing".

Why would Agor choose this time to contact the mainland? If you don't think about it, it's not even a question. There are too many explanations, and they're all too random. Perhaps Agor noticed the changes on the mainland, or perhaps the [Preserver's] call caught her attention, or maybe the highest council of the realm just made a sudden, impulsive decision. In that case, her questioning would be pointless.

But if we really want to think about it in detail...

As the old saying goes, if something seems out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy going on!

It is true that changes have occurred on land, but changes have always been occurring on land. Going back, the fall of Gaul created the world order of the Victorian era, but at that time, Agor had no intention of contacting the Victorian hegemon. Going further back, the Great Tranquility destroyed the Golden Iberia, and Agor did not help the exiled Agorian islanders. Going even further back, to the time of Luga Sargus, he and Harandu Khan, the Whip of the Earth, drove to the edge of the Sargon Desert, destroying the Stargate and the Demon in their Golden Lion and Nightmare, but Agor did not utter a single word.

The mere change itself was not enough to convince Agor to make a decision.

If it was the Preservator's angry roar, that's possible. But to be honest, the Agorians have received signals from instruments of prehistoric civilizations over tens of thousands of years.

At least, Agor wasn't completely unaware of the activation of the Heavenly Pivot more than a thousand years ago. However, they didn't send anyone to investigate the site where the Heavenly Pivot was discovered, which is now the holy city of Lateran.

As for the last one, will the highest ruler of this region suddenly change his mind?

may.

But coincidences are not within the scope of consideration.

Moreover, once the seeds of doubt and curiosity are sown, they are bound to sprout. Clementine herself was unwilling to simply believe that it was merely a coincidence.

Especially after Ernst blurted out information such as the "Deep Blue Tree," the survival plan, and prehistoric civilizations—information she herself had never heard of before.

Clementa is now very curious about what explanation Ernst will give for the peculiarity of this "point in time".

Ernst's answer, once again, surprised her or rather, exceeded her expectations.

"This is something I wanted to contact you about and inform you about."

Ernst said seriously,

"As you have probably noticed, the Deep Sea Hunters killed the [Newborn], but the Sealing race has not stopped evolving."

"Because there is more than one [birth]. Nor more than two."

"Aside from the one you killed, there are at least three left."

Clementine's pupils contracted, and she could no longer maintain her crossed-leg posture. She lowered her legs, straightened up, and stared at Ernst with a look of doubt and shock, her voice becoming more serious than ever before:

"Why do you say that?"

“Mr. Ernst, using lies to gain an advantage in negotiations is a common tactic, but some jokes shouldn’t be made lightly.”

"You've never been to the ocean before, and this is your first time encountering the Sea Spirit. How do you know these secrets that even Agor doesn't know?"

While the name of the project, "Deep Blue Tree," is recorded in the ancient civilization records collected by Agor, the four "newborns" are completely unheard of!

It's understandable that Clementsa doubted Ernst's sources of intelligence.

This is no small matter. It means that Agor misjudged Haisi's overall strength from the very beginning—although they had made this mistake countless times with Haisi before. But this serious instance is enough to shake Agor's overall strategy towards Haisi!

Where did Ernst get this information? Is the intelligence reliable?

And, what Clementsa didn't want to speculate on, if this intelligence was true, what exactly was Agor facing?

What are their chances of winning?

But Ernst did not show any change in expression despite her suddenly heated tone and slightly threatening attitude.

He remained calm and serious, replying in a heavy tone: Jiu (氿)

"I know."

"Because this is what Trevor Friston, the head of the Preservator project, said himself."

“I believe that Agor, the eldest son of the ancient civilization, is aware of the existence of the Preservers. As you said, there are no outsiders here, so I’m going to be frank and offer you the biggest bargaining chip on land.”

“I can give Agor a chance to meet the Preservator.”

Clementine was speechless for a moment.

No matter how eloquent and persuasive she was, and how much she boasted that she could debate with Argoll's best scholars for three days and three nights in the arena of wits, she couldn't utter another word in front of Ernst.

There was no other reason than the other party directly addressed her father.

Or rather, the father of the entire [eldest son of prehistoric civilizations]—the Agor civilization.

If the world is a game of background, then Ernst has played his trump card right now—your father is in my hands!

Agor isn't Liu Bang; she can't say things like, "When you're making soup for my father, remember to share a bowl with me." Their cooperation with the mainland is precisely to find the relics left on the land by prehistoric civilizations, and thereby achieve a second leap in civilization, completely suppressing the crisis of the sea lineage.

And now, the [Prehistoric Civilization] itself is right before them. For a member of a civilization that so deeply reveres Prehistoric Civilization, Clementa is currently somewhat confused.

What kind of attitude should she show?

She was incredibly curious about and longed for the Preservers, a trait stemming from her Agorian worldview.

But as a politician, she was also very clear about the vast difference between the so-called veneration of "the Great Sage and Sage Teacher" as the patriarch and the fact that "the Great Sage and Sage Teacher" actually lived!

Her mind went blank; she couldn't make even a seemingly reasonable decision in such a short time! All she knew was that this was a huge, catastrophic situation! She couldn't handle it anymore!

Reporting to the authorities! Ernst's son has called out "Father"! How terrifying!

The little manta ray stood up somewhat dazedly, her face flushed an unnatural red from excitement and anxiety. She shook her head and murmured:

"This matter"

"Please allow me to consider this matter further, Mr. Ernst. Please don't be in such a hurry."

"I...I'll take my leave now!"

Chapter 772 A Kal'tsit gently shattered.

Near Londinium, Rhodes Island main ship.

Kal'tsit has been restless lately and hasn't had a good night's sleep for many days.

She was very busy during this time. After two hundred years, she was once again facing off against Theresis on the battlefield. This time, although she was not the leader of the allied forces, but only an advisor on a temporary assignment, the pressure she felt was no less than it had been two hundred years ago.

Because Theresis is no longer the same Theresis. He is no longer an ordinary, frontline Demon King's personal guard, but the leader, Grand General, and Chairman of the Kazdel Military Council!

To deal with him now, Kal'tsit must devote 200% of her energy to military affairs!

Even so, the current situation is still not optimistic.

As Kazdel, the mobile city born from the Tower of Babel, carrying the army of scavengers, officially intervened in the war, the war between Victoria and the Kazdel Military Council became increasingly fierce. The people of Victoria finally realized why the Sarkaz had suffered so much oppression and enslavement on the land, and had been defeated countless times by the land's nations throughout history, yet they had not been truly wiped out and still existed on such a massive scale.

They are not insects; they are far more sophisticated than insects.

The royal court is the true foundation upon which the Sarkaz clan has thrived and endured to this day.

The legions under the King of Carrion possess a fighting power that even the most elite troops in the Duke's Alliance cannot match. They are disciplined and their organization never falters, whether in attack or retreat! Even in death, they leave behind a vast expanse of Sarkaz sorcery. The Originium Mage on the Alliance side has begun to try to analyze and counter this pollution spell, but so far, the results have been minimal.

With the Blood Lord Ducarre's unbridled actions in this war, an almost endless tide of blood would appear after the battlefield fell silent, engulfing all the corpses and giving birth to more Blood Lord offspring. This created a situation that almost exceeded the Victorian understanding of warfare—their soldiers were constantly dying, while the enemy's forces not only did not suffer the same losses, but gradually increased in number and became stronger!

The Duke of Windermere was therefore under tremendous pressure. After all, although the troops under the Dukes of Caster, Godottin, and Normandy were now under her command, she could not and would not bear the losses caused by the war. If the war continued to drag on, no one could say for sure when they would change their strategy!

Most importantly, there are her allied soldiers. They are human beings; they experience fear and war-weariness. Even if she can subdue the warriors of Windermere, what about the rest of the allied forces?

Rumors are now circulating in the military that:

Why should we die for Lentinium?

Victoria will surely win, and the demons will surely be driven out, but why should we die for Londinium?

We come from the rest of Victoria. We have never set foot in Lentinium in our lives, never seen its clock tower, never attended a banquet in the Western Hall of the Holy Kings, and never spoken a word to even one of the knights there. What right do we have to die for this part of Victoria?

We also want to see our families.

The Duke of Windermere could answer this question, explaining to all the soldiers, in a detailed and thorough manner, from the national, social, and personal levels, as if it were a test of political awareness, why they were fighting in Londinium.

But she also knew that she could answer, but she was destined not to convince everyone.

Given the current situation, she either accepts the Duke of Caesar's initial proposal to reduce the size of the army and wage a siege and attrition war against Lentinium, using Victoria's vast strength to slowly wear down the remnants of Lentinium's Sarkaz forces.

Alternatively, she could find an opportunity to launch a "final battle" against the Sarkaz!

Given the Duke of Windermere's personality, she would definitely lean towards the second option.

This is exactly what Kal'tsit was worried about.

"Ascalon, I am actually more concerned about the situation in Londinium than the King of Carrion."

"Theresis is not the kind of person who would remain silent during a war, and you and I both know that."

Standing at the bow of her ship, Kal'tsit gazed at the towering walls of Londinium in the distance, where the Sarkaz banners fluttered, proclaiming who now held the city in their hands.

The Victorians waged numerous covert operations, but even the Grey Hat of Caesar could not gain any advantage against the Shapeshifters.

So the flag still flies, seemingly unshakable!

Ascalon removed his hood, stood beside Kal'tsit, and nodded:

"Two hundred years ago, the Allied forces invaded Kazdel, and the Kazdel War broke out. It was in that war that Theresis made a name for himself and became a general and one of the six heroes."

“I abhor his betrayal of His Highness, but I also believe that someone who could charge straight into the enemy lines and behead generals back then would not stand aloof and watch from the sidelines in this war.”

She paused, seemingly waiting for Kal'tsit to respond. But after a while, Kal'tsit showed no sign of speaking. Ascalon turned her head curiously and saw Kal'tsit touching her neck, looking at her with a strange expression.

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"Nothing."

Kal'tsit coughed.

You can't exactly say that your example was so "appropriate" that it made my neck a little itchy, can you?

Ascalon shrugged, figuring that Kal'tsit had probably been working too hard these past few days, and then brought her some good news:

"Logos has deciphered the counterspell against the Carrion Eater spell. This morning, I sent it to the Allied Headquarters. Duke Windermere thanked us and sent it to us."

She took an invitation from her bosom and handed it to Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit took the invitation, glanced at its contents, and frowned:

"A concert of international music?"

“Mr. Ernst arranged it,” Ascalon nodded.

Kal'tsit opened her mouth, but swallowed back the "guidance" that was about to come out.

To say that "the war is not over yet, and holding a concert is just a waste of time" is simply unreasonable.

After all, this war doesn't affect Letania and Kjerag. If the Letanians and Kjerag people had to mourn just because Victoria is at war, that would be rather domineering.

Moreover, organizing such an internationally high-profile event can divert the attention of other countries from Lentinium and reduce the pressure on Victoria.

After all, when the war first started, everyone was looking forward to seeing Victoria, the "top of the five permanent members of the Terran Security Council," the "dominant force in the previous Terran version," and the "strongest nation in Terra," put on a show of "speedrunning Londinium in 1 hour and 22 minutes, with the Duke of Wellington achieving godhood in one battle!" But what happened now?

The Duke of Wellington was killed and went missing. The Allied forces underwent two changes in command, and in the end, they were still held back by the Sarkaz!

It's truly remarkable that a war could be fought so poorly.

This was partly due to the fact that the dukes were unwilling to suffer too much loss, so they did not put in much effort during the war, and the Sarkaz were "cunning" and did not play by the rules. But the countries were indeed enjoying watching this farce.

By putting on a concert, Ernst is essentially using public relations to shift the focus of attention, which also helps Victoria avoid being criticized behind her back.

Having figured this out, Kal'tsit accepted the invitation.

Whether or not I can go to Rhodes Island is one thing, but I definitely have to leave the invitation.

Otherwise, should we send it back to Duke Windermere?

Kal'tsit casually asked: