People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Yes, if you only did a little bit of work, wouldn't I be the same?

But no matter how much you deny it, you still led me step by step to this day.

Standing atop the tower, Nasti gazed at the distant, majestic mountains of Shelag, her heart filled with a myriad of emotions.

“Sarkaz has never had such a broad perspective.”

A gentle voice reached her ears. Nasty blinked, gathered her thoughts, and looked at the returning person beside her.

Theresa, the last Demon Lord of the Sarkaz and a witness to the rebuilding of the Ticaz homeland, holds special significance for many Sarkaz.

With her presence, people can accept in their hearts that Kazdelnia is a homeland that has been destroyed countless times and rebuilt again, a homeland that is a direct descendant of the Sarkaz, and not some "paradise where the nations of Terra have bewitched and softened the Sarkaz."

From this perspective, Nastya respected Theresa.

It's not easy to get someone in a high position to lower their ego, accept a "mascot" role, and consistently cooperate and contribute their remaining influence. But Theresa never complained, so much so that Nastia's initial worries about Theresa potentially "seizing power" now seem like petty suspicions.

Furthermore, as a banshee, Nasti's friendly relationship with Theresa stemmed from her clan leader, Ramallen, and her affection for Theresa extended to Nasti as well.

She would even address her as "Your Highness," even though, theoretically, she had never been Theresia's subject.

“Your Highness, the Sarkaz’s vision can be broadened even further.”

"This Star-Picking Project's exploration of outer space has proven the effectiveness of my technology in interstellar exploration. Coupled with Kazdelnia's unique geographical location, I believe our future is bright."

Theresa smiled and nodded in agreement.

“Committee member Nastya, it is truly reassuring that you can see such distant places and have such plans for the future of Kazdelnia.”

"However, I came here specifically for Mr. Ernst's matter."

"He wants to study the Black Crown?"

Nasti nodded knowingly:

"The Demon King's black crown is a symbol of the Sarkaz's past, but it is no longer indispensable to us."

"Mr. Ernst wanted to use the Black Crown for a research project, so he specifically invited me to participate."

Does Princess Theresa have any different opinion on this?

Theresa shook her head:

No, not at all.

She wasn't actually against researching the Black Crown; rather, she had always been exploring the continuation of civilization.

However, exploration has its limits. Even though she was ahead of all native Terran life in this line of work, she still did not truly understand or master the [sustainability of civilization].

That is why she was well aware of the dangers involved in exploring it.

especially

Theresa hesitated for a moment, then said:

"I just wanted to ask if there's someone with unusual attire accompanying Mr. Ernst? Is his interest in researching the Black Crown related to that person?"

Nastya thought for a moment, then shook her head:

"I'm not really sure about that."

"But there does seem to be someone called a doctor with him?"

Nastia had only caught a glimpse of that person by chance, and she wouldn't have remembered him if his attire hadn't been so eye-catching.

Theresa's heart sank slightly.

The day has finally come.

The reunion of comrades-in-arms, the reunion of kings and strategists, the reunion of the murdered and the murderers.

What expression should she wear when meeting the doctor who has lost his memory?

Well, at least, as he said back then, remind him to be careful of Precyth.

Chapter 1070 Bald Eagle and Horned Beast

Colombia.

Mark Max is anxious about how to give his elderly father a new lease on life.

"Actually, any shape will do."

Trevor Friston doesn't actually have any particular requirements for his appearance.

In the pre-civilization era, he might have spent some time shaping his face and customizing a body for himself, but now, as long as it's not too abstract, he can accept it.

After all, he had been living alone in the dark underground for tens of thousands of years as a giant eyeball, so what else couldn't he accept?

But Mark Max thought it wouldn't work.

Mark Max is a filial son whose filial piety moves heaven and earth. His love is so sincere and deep that he simply cannot accept that his elderly father is not doing well!

Putting everything else aside, at least when it comes to his image, he has a bottom line!

At least let your old father act like a human being!

"Father, what kind of shape do you want it to look like? I'll arrange for someone to build it for you, or I'll personally build it for you! I'll make sure everything is perfect!"

"Mark Max asked."

Trevor Friston was genuinely moved.

To be honest, it was only at this moment that he realized that Mark Max had never even seen what he looked like when he was still a human being.

It must have been really tough on this child.

With a sudden thought, Trevor Friston said:

"Let's sculpt one in your likeness."

Mark Max was stunned.

Make one in my likeness?

What do I look like? A horned feathered beast?

It's possible; for Mark Max, this operation wouldn't be difficult. However...

The father resembles the son; isn't that a bit of a reversal of the natural order?

Trevor Friston meant well.

He genuinely didn't want to revert to human form. Firstly, having lived as a sphere for tens of thousands of years, he had become quite accustomed to this inhuman form. The time he would need to adapt to transforming back into human would likely be even longer.

Secondly, he felt that since he had already accepted Mark Max as his son and accepted this relationship, he should naturally do something for him.

He didn't have many tools at hand, and he wasn't comfortable with the Originium he had extracted. Upgrading Mark Max's functions might be difficult for him, so at least he could maximize its emotional value.

In Ernst's words, "You have to give them the right attitude!"

But Mark Max seemed a little too excited, so much so that he was momentarily speechless. This made Friston think he had some kind of objection to the proposal.

"What's wrong, Max? Is this plan causing you trouble?"

"no no!"

Mark Max suddenly let out a scream.

"No, no, no, no, how could that be, Father!"

"You're so good to me. I was just a little excited, Father!"

"I'll do it right away! I'll think about it right away and make it right away! Father, I won't keep you waiting too long!"

After saying that, Mark Max jumped off his desk and hopped faster than a unicycle on his one leg, rushing out of his office.

"So you came to see me?"

4. Ernst listened to Mark Max's doppelganger's account with a face full of doubt.

Ling is currently staying at a hotel in Tremont, waiting for a reply from Kazdelnia and for the Doctor and Precys to return.

Dr. Si and Precyt were going to explore Tremont. In the doctor's words, he wanted to let Precyt know the highlights of this civilization through this simple trip.

3 Even if Terra is a civilization born out of "accident" and pieced together from various sources, it has its own value and deserves a chance to travel to the future. He hopes to persuade Precys to accept this.

To be honest, Ernst thought his chances of success were slim.

Liu is someone who was chosen to be in charge of the survival plan. At the very least, his sense of responsibility should be top-notch, right? How could he possibly change his goals or even betray the expectations of his compatriots because of something that is "insignificant" in their eyes?

Even if there is a chance to persuade Precys, it should be after proving the feasibility of their Plan B, right?

Dr. Zhong Dan believes it is possible now.

Ernst looked at what he had said and then said again—

Although U had little impression of the ancient civilizations, considering that everything in the world might be a makeshift operation, with some things being recognized and others not, it wasn't entirely impossible for the doctor to persuade Precys.

Let him give it a try, at least the place he chose is alright. Tremont, the city with the most "futuristic" atmosphere in Terra, its vibrant energy and drive for progress are second to none in the entire Terra! The Doctor has definitely grasped the shining points.

However, to his surprise, instead of receiving good news from the doctor, he was greeted by Mark Max.

Mark Max was indeed at his wits' end. Even though Trevor Friston had said he would sculpt a figure similar to himself, he simply couldn't come up with a reasonable design.

If he didn't sculpt it well, he was afraid his father would be dissatisfied, and he would feel guilty. But if he sculpted it too well, how could he possibly sculpt it too well?

When it comes to filial piety, there is always "better," never "too good" or "best"!

So, after much deliberation, he found Ernst.

"Lord Ernst, you have the best relationship with my father, and you understand best what kind of body he wants. Please, please show me the way!"

Ernst remained silent, offering no words.

Just because I'm on good terms with Friston doesn't mean I can read his mind. How would I know what kind of birds he likes?

Besides, I've already triggered the amnesia synergy with the Doctor, so what do you expect me to know about Friston? Aren't we equally bad at this?

But Ernst still couldn't bring himself to criticize Mark Max.

He actually knew why Mark Max cared so much about such a small, replaceable body.

In his mind, this was a very meaningful act.

Just as Kal'tsit said, she was given the name "Kal'tsit" by the Doctor and granted "freedom".

That was the day she truly existed as an independent life. It was also the day Kal'tsit was truly born.

Although the process of learning about this incident was somewhat unsettling, Kal'tsit must have been moved when she mentioned it.

Similarly, this was an extraordinary day for Mark Max.

A body connected to him—this proved Friston's heart more than any words could. It meant that, in Trevor Friston's heart, Mark Max was now someone he truly acknowledged, valued, and even regarded as if she were his own daughter!

Ernst then fell into deep thought.

After careful consideration, he gave Mark Max an answer:

"Your Excellency, how is Bald Eagle?"

"A bald eagle?"

Mark Max paused, his eyes flashing with data, as if he were searching for the term in his database. A moment later, he projected an animal that Ernst knew all too well.

"this?"

Mark Max looked at the majestic-looking animal with some astonishment.

Although he felt it was impolite to ask, he decided to break his own rule for his father's sake and asked again:

"Lord Ernst, is there any special meaning behind this?"

Ernst took a deep breath.

That's a long story.

Although there is a country with the same name as Colombia on Earth, the real prototype is actually quite obvious.

It's some United States of America that wishes to remain anonymous.

And isn't one of the symbols of the United States the bald eagle soaring with outstretched wings?

Ernst doesn't like the United States, but he has to admit that the US is indeed ahead of its time in certain symbolic propaganda, such as its promotion of itself as a "beacon of democracy," its anchoring of itself as a "world policeman," and its use of the image of a "bald eagle," which is indeed a very cool animal, to represent its own country.

Whether they truly embody the ideal of being consistent with their inner self is something Ernst can only chuckle at. But publicity is publicity, and it doesn't prevent people from naturally making associations when they see this image.

Just like seeing a dragon makes one think of China.