I am on the Ark, a succubus, pure and innocent.

Lin Yuxia affirmed, "Many citizens were injured or disabled in the Chernobog incident. Although they are still in exile, most of them will return once the news of Chernobog's reconstruction spreads widely."

"At that time, medical resources will become even more important."

"In addition, I suggest that a mental health treatment program be launched in the Dim Courtyard. This unrest has brought many psychological problems to the citizens, as well as the Sarkaz and infected groups that we will be taking in next. Mental health treatment is necessary."

"Uh-huh."

Bai Yue nodded in agreement, then said with some distress:

"What about medical expenses? Chernobog is in such a state that production cannot be resumed for the time being. Although I have some assets, most of them are real estate and treasures, and my cash flow is not much."

"This is indeed a problem."

Lin Yuxia tapped her forehead a few times with a pen and bit her lip lightly.

"Let's do it first. Once Rhodes Island has repaired the mobile module, we can go to Lungmen and sell the wealth that Chen, Vishdel, and Frostnova seized from the core city."

"Although selling off large quantities of jewelry and antiques will lead to price drops, it's fine. Longmen has plenty of wealthy people, and they have the capacity to absorb it all without incurring too much loss."

"Hey~" Bai Yue dragged out the sound, puffing out her cheeks: "I feel like I'm getting the short end of the stick. Didn't you say all these things belonged to me?"

Lin Yuxia smiled faintly: "Great Earl, everything in Chernobog belongs to you. Your money is just in a different form."

Bai Yue closed the file and sighed, "Well, fine. I really admire myself. In the Great Yan Dynasty, I guess I'm a good official who takes from the people and uses the money for the people?"

Lin Yuxia's gaze softened, and she chuckled softly:

"Hehe, that's right. Even in the Great Yan Dynasty, there aren't many noble officials like you. With such enormous wealth right in front of them, it would be a blessing if they could leave even a scrap for the disaster victims."

"Okay, then I won't disturb your work any longer. Go home early tonight."

"Ah."

Chapter 150 Sarkaz Special Education Park

The temporary headquarters of the Sarkaz Authority.

This place was originally a stadium large enough to hold tens of thousands of people, but it was temporarily requisitioned by Vishdel as a training ground. As for why the Sarkaz's residence is considered a training ground rather than an office space...

Well...

Haha, we Sarkaz don't have any intellectuals who can do clerical work! Being able to write your own name is considered cultured.

However, Sarkaz is indeed carrying out cultural and educational activities.

Bai Yue walked through the dimly lit passageway to the audience stands. She immediately knew the direction of Vishdel, not because of any telepathy or intuition.

only...

"*Sarkaz profanity*, run faster! You, you, you almost couldn't outrun that scoundrel who ran away with the money, right? *Sarkaz profanity*, you come out here and practice 50 laps by yourself!"

Vishdel chased after a group of Sarkaz officers fleeing for their lives, swinging his standard-issue baton with ferocious force.

"*Sarkaz swearing*, all of you get your batons in your hands! If I ever see anyone swinging a baton with a proper wind-up, they're all sending to a literacy class! Hurry up, you son of a bitch, get your form right!"

"*Sarkaz swear word*, get your power! Use your core! I'm not telling you to flick your wrists! You bunch of idiots!"

"Five strikes per second in sprint mode, quick, quick, quick! Anyone who can't do that, get the hell out there and go study some culture!"

Upon hearing this, Sarkaz, who was running at the front, suddenly became angular and sculpted. He continued his steady run while tirelessly swinging his baton.

For the Sarkaz, who has spent his entire life fighting, studying culture... is simply hell!

We've been fighting and killing our whole lives, what the hell? Studying? Study my ass!

Who the hell studies a proper Sarkaz?!

But this was His Highness's order, so they had no choice but to learn. Thus, spending their days working and dealing with troublemakers, and their evening classes at the camp, became the daily routine for most Sarkaz.

However, the Sarkaz have a very weak cultural foundation and a strong combat mentality, which makes them, like other races, elderly people in their fifties or sixties, absorb culture at an unusually slow pace.

But Vishdale has a way!

As a Sarkaz, she may not know how to educate, but she understands the Sarkaz!

A clever little brain came to mind.

Hey, it's a bottom-ranking elimination system!

We need to improve our combat effectiveness and our culture, so why not combine the two?

Since you all hate studying, fine then, you just need to be better than others in combat. You don't need to be too much better. Being better than 50% of the Sarkaz is enough to pass. Otherwise, you'll be sent to night school for long-term classes!

Once a week.

To ensure fairness and impartiality.

Sarkaz who are unwilling to study will train themselves and surpass other Sarkaz, while other Sarkaz who have become lax in combat will naturally make up for it with cultural enrichment at night school.

It is true that both arts and sports have flourished.

Vishdel ran at the back of the group, occasionally using his baton to rouse the lagging Sakazti, and couldn't help but smile as he watched them train with renewed vigor.

"*Sarkaz swear words*, I'll remember them all! The sticks need to be fast! And the words need to be legible! Anyone who dares to hold us back, I'll make sure they're a 'top student' in night school for life!"

"Ouch!"

Upon hearing the word "top scorer," the Sarkaz immediately began to howl wildly, their pace and the speed of their swings increased considerably.

I dare not become the 'top student' in night school!

Those unlucky guys with lifeless eyes, a dazed look, who are always muttering to themselves and have to eat small steel rods for no reason are a warning to others!

After all, we Sarkaz don't understand what it means to teach according to aptitude.

A warrior who becomes a Sarkaz mercenary can't possibly be mentally disabled, so what are you pretending to be? You can't learn after being sent to night school, huh? Well, we'll beat you until you do!

The key issue is that those 'friendly' senior students all have muscles that are incredibly large. You can't beat them in a fight, and you can't outlearn them either.

Which Sarkaz could tolerate such an insult?

This is far more terrifying to them than a billion murderers!

......

Bai Yue watched this scene with amusement, making no intention of interfering with Vishdale's 'education'. Perhaps the saying "spare the rod and spoil the child" might become oppression of the child in the future, but...

As things stand, the Sarkaz version is still a long way from the era where spiritual needs must be met, otherwise, one would need Jade.

As long as it doesn't cause serious injury, no matter how hard or tiring it is, a good night's sleep will do the trick.

The sun will rise as usual tomorrow.

Theresa materialized from thin air, stepped forward, and looked at the Sarkaz group gradually approaching her, including the last member, Vishdel, and smiled with satisfaction:

"She has really grown a lot."

"Yes."

Bai Yue walked up behind her, and [Ishtar] appeared, grabbing her shoulder and saying with a mischievous smile, "But compared to her progress, you've really regressed, Sister Theresa."

"Eh!"

Theresa felt the warm touch on her arm and hurriedly tried to float to the side, but at this moment she was like a balloon being held in Bai Yue's hand, with her arm being the rope connecting her.

Bai Yue held it firmly, then pulled it back in front of her, bringing her face closer.

After much deliberation (less than a second), Theresa closed her eyes. Well, so be it. As long as she stayed near this brat, she couldn't escape this 'calamity'.

"Sister Theresa, why has your face become so pink?"

Upon hearing this, Theresa thought he was still playing a trick on her, and immediately opened her angry eyes.

But the next second, their eyelashes almost brushed against each other.

Warm, moist breath brushed against her soul, and Theresa felt the soft touch on her lips, and the ********************, almost in a daze.

Her mind wandered: Ah~, so souls can taste things too, huh... it's quite sweet, even sweeter than the candy I ate in Kazdel.

She neither cooperated nor resisted, allowing Bai Yue to relentlessly extract pleasure from her, only occasionally... just occasionally! Occasionally...

But there's nothing we can do about it!

Who could resist having their mouth licked by a ****** tongue and not move, especially when all they wanted to do was push it out of their mouth!

This is a struggle for justice!

The troop driven by Vishdel rushed towards this place, and Bai Yue finally ended this passionate kiss.

He turned away and looked at Theresa, who was staring blankly like a naive young girl, and said with displeasure, "Hey, just because you're a little taller than me doesn't mean you can't lower your head a bit! Don't you know it's tiring for me to stand on tiptoe!"

"Feel sorry."

Theresa, still half-asleep, instinctively apologized, then realized, "Wait, you forcibly kissed me, why should I apologize?"

Oh right... Bai Yue realized it too, and slapped her forehead in her mind. She'd been spoiled so much that she couldn't even think straight.

But it's harmless.

He glanced at the approaching Sarkaz team and casually waved his hand, saying, "Stop arguing, I'll apologize to you personally when we get back tonight, okay?"

"..."

Theresa couldn't hold back anymore. Was that an apology you gave me tonight? You're just lusting after me, you're shameless!

"Hmph, no need, you should focus on taking care of your little girlfriends!"

Chapter 151 A man who has been away for three days is no longer the same as he was before.

The temporary headquarters of the Sarkaz Authority.

"What are you looking at? Keep training!"

In front of the stands where Bai Yue stood, Vishdel brandished his baton to disperse the Sarkaz who were trying to gather around. Hah, what kind of class are they? Sweating like crazy, daring to approach my little guy?

After sending them away, we continued training.

Vishdale leaned his baton against the wall, walked up the steps to Bai Yue, and his elegant demeanor made it easy to forget how Bai Yue had just been cursing in the arena.

Bai Yue took the prepared towel from the basin of water that Emerald was holding, wrung it out, and handed it to her, chuckling softly:

"Was this how you trained in the past?"

"No."

Vishdel took the towel, first wiping his face, then carefully drying his slightly sweaty temples and neck, and explained gently:

“There were no such conditions before. In Kazdel, the concept of training was rare. Every battle was a life-or-death struggle. Victory meant life, defeat meant death. There was no need for anyone to urge them to become stronger.”

"Now..."

Vishdel turned around, looking at the Sarkaz team whose pace had slowed down a bit, and said helplessly, "They're alright, they still have some self-awareness. But what about the next generation..."

She turned to look at Bai Yue, and said with some melancholy, "Will our next generation be spared from fighting?"

Bai Yue took the towel from her hand, threw it back into the basin, and shook her head: "I don't know, and I can't guarantee it, but no matter what, people will always encounter all sorts of problems in life."

"Each generation has its own challenges to overcome, and the next generation will also face its own difficulties. Let's trust in the wisdom of future generations."

“That’s true.” Vishdel smiled easily.

Then her dark golden cross-shaped eyes locked onto the crown hanging on Bai Yue's head, and she smiled gently: "So this is what you got in the stone coffin. It seems we didn't call you the wrong person. You are becoming more and more like a prince."

"Your Highness..." Bai Yue was somewhat displeased. She grabbed her hand and asked with a hint of jealousy, "So, you think I'm starting to look more and more like Theresa now?"

"......"

Vishdale was speechless for a moment, then burst into laughter, reaching out to pull the boy's head into his arms, saying with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, "My little guy, how could you have such a thought?"

“Princess Theresa is Princess Theresa, the former Speaker of Babel. You are the ‘Princess’ that the Sarkaz spontaneously call you because of the new policies. I can tell the difference, and I don’t consider you to be her.”

"Hmm, really?" Bai Yue's voice was muffled, her face buried in her broad chest.

"Yeah, of course."

Vishdale spoke gently, quietly brushing the soft hair at the back of his head, "Whether we like it or not, Her Highness Theresa's era has passed. Although we may miss it, we cannot always dwell on the past."

"It's time to move forward, little one. If fate truly lifts you up to that position, I will defend you with my life."

"..."

Bai Yue inhaled the sour smell emanating from her sweat and the rich scent of hormones, and couldn't help but laugh: "Pfft~, Weiwei, how did you become so cultured? You've been reading a lot lately."

"There must be progress."