People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

If it weren't for Ernst appearing out of nowhere, that brat Mandela would have been given a job and sent away long ago!

Ernst was quite an extraordinary person.

Abrahana had never believed that politics could solve any problems.

Ultimately, all means must resort to violence; the only difference lies in the timing and methods of using violence.

But Ernst opened the eyes of her and many others who shared her views. How could a "country bumpkin" who was theoretically incapable of accomplishing anything actually earn the Grand Duke's special attention and careful consideration?

Therefore, when she was at the Duchy of Wellington, she personally made an appearance to test Ernst.

The conclusion is that this person is a "treasure trove"!

Therefore, out of the dragon's natural possessiveness of the treasure, Abrahana sent Raphsini to him and placed high hopes on him.

Ideally, Lavchini would have learned something from Ernst and successfully "conquered" him, bringing him back. But plans don't always go as expected; with the Duke of Wellington's demise, everything fell apart.

Abrahana had no choice but to recall Raphsini ahead of schedule and begin the "test".

You don't know until you test her, and once you do, you're shocked! Lavshini really does look quite impressive!

Although her voice still lacked confidence, that was a legacy of Mandela's actions! The reasoning behind her answers and the solutions she offered all seemed quite plausible!

Moreover, and most importantly, for some reason, Raphsini's Originium Arts, her control over the life flame of the Drak bloodline, shocked Abrahana!

Yes, horrifying!

Abrahana dared not say that after she set off a fire, she could precisely control the temperature to what degree and how many people would be burned.

While this is partly due to the fact that on the battlefield, a single fire can revive several people, she herself acknowledges her lack of control.

Kola Fushini is really exaggerating. Sometimes Abrahina can't even tell that she's using Originium Arts, but she definitely is!

Like a gentle rain nourishing the earth, if Raphsini wanted to assassinate her, this one move alone could potentially set Abrahana ablaze from the inside out by her own sister!

Fortunately, her anger remained gentle, a gentleness that brought both joy and regret.

After her initial surprise, Abrahana brought Rafishini into the room.

"Can you save him?"

She asked bluntly, her tone somewhat stern.

She doesn't show much warmth towards her family; it's just her habit.

Her older sister was more like a queen, while Lavshini was at most a prince.

She doesn't adhere to the rule of "two dragons cannot meet," but she has always maintained a necessary indifference and distance.

This is also so that in the future, when the two of them break off their relationship, neither of them, especially Raphsini, who is a gentle person, will have any psychological burden.

Lavshini shrank back, glancing furtively at Wellington in the life support device, then at her sister, before nodding and shaking her head.

"What do you mean?"

Abrahana frowned, her voice growing even colder.

"Yes or no, that's it! Who taught you to be so mysterious!"

"I can't save him."

Lavshini finally spoke, her voice still somewhat soft and sweet.

“But I can wake him up.”

Abrahana remained silent, but her heart was in turmoil.

No one understands Wellington's current situation better than her.

If it weren't for these devices, this old man would be stinking by now! Abrahana's flames could burn him up, but what would rise up like that would only be a puppet, a puppet emitting purple flames.

The identification level is very high. The Duke of Wellington's subordinates can accept the Duke's arrangements and obey her orders, but they would never accept her desecrating the Duke of Wellington's remains!

This is why she was so dissatisfied with her control over fire not being as good as Raphsini's. If she had Raphsini's control, her puppets burning with purple fire might not have any flaws!

She wanted to ask several times how Raphsini practiced, and whether there were occasions for Sherag to practice Drak spells.

Did you go up the mountain to roast cured meat?

But in the end, she couldn't bring herself to act like an older sister.

Now, after hearing Rafishini's words, she remained silent for a moment, her lips trembling slightly, before forcing herself to remain calm and saying:

"A final burst of energy before death? How long can he live?"

"I don't know, it could be a day, it could be a few days, or at most a week, it depends on his own will to survive."

The will to survive, or rather, an obsession.

Draco's flames burn life, but if a person has already decided to die, then once they are dead, Draco cannot bring them back to life.

Lafshini paused, then looked at Abrahina:

"However, if my sister cooperates with me, it might last a little longer."

"Me? Cooperate with you?"

Abrahana grinned, as if she had heard the biggest joke ever!

"Lavshini, has it been so long since we last met that you think I'm someone who's easy to talk to?"

"If that doesn't work, I'll cooperate with you?" Lavshini rephrased.

Abrahana was slightly taken aback.

She really wanted to say that this wasn't what she meant, that it wasn't about saving face, and that it wasn't as simple as you cooperating with me and me cooperating with you.

But upon closer reflection, she realized it really was a matter of face.

She stared at Raphsini, momentarily unable to discern whether her sister had simply uttered that answer by chance or had truly "seen" something.

After a moment of silence, he shook his head with a cold smile:

"Just do it."

"Wellington doesn't need to live long; he just needs to clean up this mess, and that will be enough."

3. Lavshini shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

Suddenly, Siabrana changed the subject and brought up another matter:

"By the way, I disagree with the matter that Ernst raised, which you relayed."

"Tara's affairs are none of anyone else's business."

Y-Tara is a Tara of the Tara people. She and the Duke of Wellington had long agreed that they would not rely on any other forces.

U. Levi Klitschko, she had investigated him, just a scientist, what could he do?

There's no need for E to get involved; if Wellington can stay awake for a few days, that's enough.

Ferrafsini nodded, raised her staff, and pointed it at the weathered old man in the coffin.

A burst of life burst forth with sparks, and those murky, lifeless eyes gradually brightened, their pupils reflecting the firelight like fireworks exploding in the night sky.

The old man's heartbeat, which had been steady but weak, gradually became stronger; his fingers began to tremble; and his mouth, which had not opened for a long time, finally uttered a hoarse sound.

"fire!"

He said this, but what he saw was not flames, but his own life leaping within them.

The red dragon's Originium Arts ignited its last breath, transforming it into a flickering flame within its body, which was then implanted into Duke Wellington's body.

At this moment, he was burning brightly, he was blooming brilliantly, he seemed to have returned to his youth, with inexhaustible energy in his body!

The Duke of Wellington sat up. He had been lying dead for months, yet he sat up so brazenly, his bones cracking and popping, a sound that was chilling but exciting to him!

He looked at Abrahana, then at the other red dragon holding the staff, and asked:

"So, what's the price?"

Lavshini gently shook her head:

"This is the spark that ignites your life."

"There is nothing else besides this."

The Duke of Wellington gave her a deep look, a slight smile spreading across his face beneath his beard.

A red dragon who doesn't pursue fame or fortune?

He remembered the legendary story, the story of the two red dragons.

Unfortunately, in the end, the greedy dragon won.

Without saying anything more, the Duke of Wellington emerged from the coffin and, after many days, once again boarded the deck of his loyal HMS Gastrill.

The soldiers raised their arms and shouted:

This is a miracle!

Chapter 805 Name: The Witch King, Voice Actor: Shaun the Sheep

Letania.

With Herlinmat's permission, Ernst successfully took the Wizard King's horn out of the museum.

Ernst was somewhat surprised at the time. After all, since Helena already knew that the Witch King had another consciousness existing in Pavillon in the warp, and that he could communicate with the real world through the Spiral, why didn't she want to destroy this thing first? How could she be at ease handing the Spiral over to a foreigner like herself?

This is how Helena Matt replied to him at the time:

"Ernst, you have worked tirelessly and made great contributions. This corner is now in your hands."

“I’m not worried that you’ll do anything to harm Letania with him. To put it bluntly, even if you do, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

"Leytania has no more face to lose."

Ernst was speechless for a moment.

You're quite honest. Indeed, after all that's happened, Letania really doesn't care about the Witch King's petty affairs anymore.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that now that the Witch King has returned, he's willing to take on this mess.

Not necessarily. Who were the people the Witch King led back then? What kind of schemes were they employing? Times have changed!

Ernst took the spinner with him and also made arrangements for his return home.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will return with Enya and Ensiodes in a few days.

Having been busy outside for almost three months, leaving almost all domestic affairs to Vina and the others, Ernst felt a little embarrassed.

To some extent, he has been quite unqualified as Prime Minister of Sherag. In the past, when he wasn't busy, he could at least inquire about and manage domestic affairs, but recently, he has almost always just set the tone and then left the actual work to Vina and the others.

Even if he were to return this time, under the best-case scenario, he could only stay for a month or two. The reason is simple—his meeting with the [Preserver] in Agor also cannot be delayed.

There's also the matter of Lontinim, and the exploration of several demon-infested areas on Terra. These are all urgent matters that need to be addressed, and each one is closely related to the World Summit and the future of Terra.

However, it's too early to say all that now.

Ernst still needs to complete the deal with the Witch King first.

The night before returning home.

In his room, Ernst closed the doors and windows, put away the Divine Stone, and took out the Originium.

Before arranging for the Witch King to meet Priscilla, he also had some things he wanted to discuss with Priscilla alone.

Are you looking for me? The treasure?

As if by telepathy, just as Ernst had the idea of ​​finding P7 Reiss, that gentle voice came from behind him.

Precys seemed to never change; she was still dressed as a researcher, with a friendly and approachable smile on her face, and Ernst's figure reflected in her violet eyes. Nothing else.

Why do you always appear behind me?

Ernst turned around and asked with some curiosity.

Whether it was a misperception or not, after Ernst asked the question, Precys's smile seemed to carry a hint of bitterness, but when Ernst tried to confirm it, the bitterness had already disappeared.

She answered softly:

I thought you would like it?

Ernst paused for a moment, then looked at Precyth with a hint of understanding:

"I don't hate it."

"Did I do this often before?"