People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"So, Ernst is in Letania recently?"

"This is not."

"It's good to be in Letania. Nothing major happens there. He's already dealt with liches and such; they're not really relevant to him."

Kal'tsit paused, glancing at Ascalon with a bewildered expression:

"what?"

"Mr. Ernst is not in Letania; he is in Iberia now."

Ascalon explained.

"As you said, you need to focus all your energy on military matters during this period, so I've handed over all the news and such matters directly to Amiya."

Seeing Kal'tsit's dejected expression, Ascalon frowned, somewhat displeased:

“Mr. Ernst has done nothing wrong, Kelsey, why do you look like that?”

"Good thing?"

A complex smile appeared on Kal'tsit's face as she asked, clinging to her last glimmer of hope:

"So what good deeds has he done?"

"He organized a counter-terrorism operation, established a counter-terrorism base in Iberia, and cracked down on the Iberian Abyssal cultists. He helped Iberia reclaim a lot of lost territory."

Kal'tsit's expression relaxed slightly.

That sounds like a really good thing?

The Deep Sea Cultists certainly deserve to be killed. Could it be that Ernst really didn't pull anything this time?

But soon she realized that she had been too happy.

Ascaron added:

"Then, he set sail aboard the Columbian airship 'The Preserver' and, together with Saint Carmen of Iberia, retrieved Iberia's lost flagship, the 'Fool.' After drifting at sea for over sixty years, the ship returned looking brand new—it was truly unbelievable."

Kelsey: “?”

Kal'tsit: "What did you just say Columbia's airship was called?"

Ascalon blinked: "The Preservator, huh?"

"Ho-"

Kal'tsit, breathless, was about to lie down and catch her breath. But Ascalon was no ordinary cat lover; she was a trained expert by Ernst. In a flash, Ascalon stepped forward, supported Kal'tsit, and gave her a quick pinch on the philtrum, a rub on the forehead, and a big slap on the cheek. Miraculously, Kal'tsit woke up immediately!

"Ascalon, I'm fine."

She stood up, supporting herself with Ascalon's hand, and rubbed her temples.

It was a miscalculation, but not a complete one.

The name "Preserver" certainly evokes a lot of speculation, but since it was built by Columbia, it doesn't seem so unacceptable (gritting his teeth)!

After all, Kelsey knew the Führer, so if Mark Max really did create something, then naming it that would be quite reasonable!

Kal'tsit could only say that it was very bold, but as long as the Führer didn't add any advanced technology from previous civilizations, it wouldn't be a major headache for her.

The fear is that the airship is not just an airship, but may contain some artifacts from a previous civilization.

I'll definitely go and see what's going on if I get the chance!

"never mind?"

Ascalon glanced at Kal'tsit, seemingly afraid of further provoking her, and hesitated before speaking.

Kal'tsit, of course, noticed Ascalon's expression; her gaze froze, and she visibly panicked.

"besides?"

Ascalon nodded, but this time, she didn't speak directly. Instead, she gestured for Kal'tsit to wait a moment, and then disappeared from the bow deck.

A moment later, she brought over several newspapers and handed them to Kal'tsit.

"See for yourself."

Kal'tsit swallowed hard, took the newspaper, and began to read.

Rose Daily: "Governor Agor meets with the Secretary-General of the World Summit, opening a new chapter in maritime and land cooperation!"

Victoria Daily Mail: "Showing goodwill or demonstrating strength? Focus on the first formal meeting between Regent Agor and Secretary General Ernst"

Kazimir Wine Report: "The Secret That Argolor's Top Officials and Ernst Had to Tell - What Made the Lady of the Consul Blush and Tremble?"

Kal'tsit's lips trembled: "What...what is this?"

Ascaron leaned against the railing and waved her hand:

“Actually, I think you don’t need to worry so much, Kelsey. It seems Mr. Ernst didn’t suffer any losses. Many media outlets have reported on it.”

“When that Governor Agor came out, she was indeed a little flustered. It is said that she even tripped on the stairs, and it was Mr. Ernst who helped her up.”

Overall, it's all good news.

Kelsey didn't answer.

Ascalon turned his head and saw Kal'tsit crouching in the corner, her body ashen.

It seems to have shattered gently.

Chapter 773 The Sarkaz Generation

Victoria, Lentinium, within the city.

In some ways, Theresis was more informed than Kal'tsit.

Because he had a legendary master spy by Ernst's side—a group of shapeshifters—who could transmit intelligence into the city of Londinium at any time without cost or time difference.

Yes, she really is his spy.

You're telling me there was no live intelligence broadcast!

Most of the people in Londinium were also very interested in watching Ernst's live stream. Theresa watched it every time, the King of Carrion watched it except when there was a war, Manfred wanted to watch but was too embarrassed to, the Shapeshifter performed online on his own, and Ducarre couldn't watch it.

Guess who didn't get an invitation to this super cool party?

As for himself.

He looked, but he looked critically. If he hadn't looked, how would he have known what amazing titles Ernst had bestowed upon himself?

But it seems his title has basically reached its limit. He's already an extremist terrorist, an enemy of Terra; there's no room for him to rise any higher, right?

"It seems there is."

Theresa gave a somewhat amused reminder.

“After all, look, Mr. Ernst has made contact with the Agorians in the sea again. Who knows, you might be able to get another arrest warrant from the sea?”

Therese glanced at Theresa with a hint of exasperation.

So you think your brother's current price isn't high enough?

How high have they raised the bounty on me in Victoria? Are they going to open another one in the sea? Are they planning to use my head to raise another round of start-up capital for Kazdel?

It is not impossible.

But you can't say that to my face. Even though I can handle pressure, I'm still a human being with self-respect and dignity! I'm still your brother!

Don't say things like "add money" to your loved ones, brothers, or close friends. It's not good for Sarkaz unity!

Theresa was just joking, of course.

She knew better than anyone the pressure Therese was under. She was also one of the founders of the Military Council, and the organization's current state was likely related to her.

She was also heartbroken. If she hadn't made that mistake that everyone makes—dying—she might have had a chance to stop Theresis's military adventure into Londinium.

But now, it's too late to say any of that. Whether it's Theresis, her, or the doctor who planned that assassination, what has been done will not disappear, and the sins committed will not be erased. Forgiveness is a luxury; to obtain it, the important thing is to take responsibility.

"I had that dream again recently."

Zero Theresa spoke slowly,

“I dreamt that a hundred years ago, the Western Hall of the Holy Kings, the area where we are now, was rescued by the Sarkaz along with other areas and moved to Kazdel during a massive cataclysmic event that swept through Londinium.”

"This is the beginning of reconciliation, and also a sign of reconciliation."

"Later, we formed a partnership with the land nations. The Carrion Eaters and Cyclopes went to Sami together to deal with the unseen calamity in the north. The Blood Demons and Shapeshifters went to the ocean to fight against the waves of the Sealings. Kazdel and the land nations, as part of civilization, had exchanges, wars, sweetness, and estrangement. But we have always been a part of the Terra civilization, and we are inseparable."

"This is just a dream of yours."

"I remain unmoved," Tracy commented.

"You often have these unrealistic dreams. That black crown always likes to instill unrealistic ideas in you. All the Demon Lords throughout history have regarded it as a treasure and bestowed this ability as a reward upon the warriors of the Sarkaz."

"I don't believe that such a grand fantasy can save the Sarkaz."

“I don’t agree either.” Theresa nodded and smiled.

“But Theresis, have you forgotten? The Black Crown no longer hangs above my head, and authority no longer rests upon me. I am now just an ordinary Sarkaz, like you.”

"And are those dreams I spoke of really just dreams?"

"The Cyclops have long since taken root in Sami. As for the Carrion Eaters, the behemoths named after Sami, we reached an agreement during my trip to Sherag. The Blood Demon hasn't yet set his sights on the ocean, but the Shapeshifter, hasn't he already arrived in Iberia?"

U. Theresa paused, not staring at Theresis, but instead turning her gaze to the upper part of the throne room, like a younger sister chatting with her older brother, her tone joyful with a hint of relief.

"As for Kazdel, you know better than I do. Although it is not our Kazdel, Kazdel has indeed been established. And it is better than I ever dreamed of."

Even Theresa had never imagined a Kazdel flying into the sky.

What a creative and subversive mastermind it must be to add such a magnificent stroke to the story of a race that has wandered this land for thousands of years!

“You are very optimistic, Theresa.”

Perhaps because she was asked directly, Therese finally spoke slowly.

I'm not as optimistic as you.

"Kazdelnia was established. But it has been established for less than a year. And in history, Kazdelnia has been destroyed thousands of times. A year is not a long lifespan among those destroyed Kazdelnia."

“Victoria, Letania, Ursus—none of these countries are immune to change. I agree that Ernst can hold them back for a while, but in the long run, Kazdel will still need its own fists to defend its right to survive.”

"I will wield this fist now, more powerful than the future, and bring Kazdel crashing down from the sky again."

"So, what happened to The Shard?"

Theresa opened her mouth, but when she met Theresa's resolute gaze, she sighed and replied:

"It's already completed."

She explained:

"This weapon incorporates many technologies that are beyond the reach of the Victorians and us. I cannot guarantee you the consequences of the technology provided by the former Civilization Doctor."

Are you sure you want to use it?

Theresa's tone carried a warning.

She was indeed warning Therese.

She is perhaps the person on this land who has studied Originium most deeply to date, having reached the point where she can use the crown of "The Survival of Civilization," inherited from the previous civilization and unique to the Demon King, to decompress Originium and create what she desires.

Note that the character 令簱[壹￥【叁→柳仲Ｑン: means decompression and creation, not simply decompression.

In the wilderness near the Tower of Babel, there has never been a sea of ​​Summer Snow Grass flowers since ancient times. It was Theresa who analyzed the Originium, extracted the information from it, and reproduced it in that wilderness.

Moreover, due to time constraints and limited cognitive abilities, she often had to maintain the flower field to ensure it wouldn't be swallowed and covered by Originium again.

This means that her actions are fundamentally different from the Terrans' traditional practice of simply extracting energy and "spells" from Originium! Because they are all just taking from Originium, while Theresa is creating with Originium.

For example, when an ordinary person uses Originium, they take out a flower from it. This flower itself is the information stored in the Originium. It is yellow, how long it can live, and what its fragrance is are all preset and cannot be changed.

But Theresa can use the management terminal of "Civilization's Survival" to create a non-existent flower by using the three pieces of information: yellow, three months of life, and a pleasant fragrance.

The demand will eventually come to an end, inevitably leading to the proliferation of Originium. But creation causes the information stored within the Originium to disappear, while new information is reconstructed. This is why the Doctor, watching the people of the land use Originium without feeling any urgency, was genuinely moved when he saw Theresa create a sea of ​​flowers!

Even Theresa couldn't have foreseen the potential consequences of using the Shard Tower.

This might be because she has now lost the convenient Originium management terminal, "The Survival of Civilization" (a simplified version that even a fool could easily understand), but it's also possible that the core technology of the Shard Tower has exceeded Theresa's current knowledge.

She had to warn Therese of this risk.

Research: 4 […潵·伍（4蒐索Ｑ畣：Theresis nodded.

"I am sure."