From Terra to Terra, the Star Emperor's Holiday

Looking at Theresa who was leaving the courtyard as if running away, Theresis got up from the broken chair and smiled dumbly. It was time for him to get busy.

Chapter 20: Kazdel in full swing

"The aging structure in Area B4 has collapsed. Go and rescue the people. First, save them and then recover the materials at the collapsed site."

Several blood-red lights and shadows flashed by, and the collapsed building structure was neatly cut open. The Blood Demon, who was a member of the rescue team, pulled out the Sarkaz that was trapped underneath.

Thanks to the Terrans' thick skin and flesh, most of the pinned Sarkaz only suffered minor injuries, and only a very few unlucky ones suffered bone injuries and needed to be evacuated to a safe area to recuperate.

The mobile city of Kazdel faced the problem of insufficient building materials during its construction. Except for a few core plots at the beginning of construction, the rest had more or less some structural problems, so large-scale renovations were inevitable.

The construction machines provided by Siye are extremely simple. As long as materials and energy are invested, they can automatically repair and build according to the structural design.

The good news is that although the land of the Sarkaz is barren, Originium is not entirely underground. As a place where natural disasters frequently occur, the large amount of crude Originium remaining on the surface after the disasters is enough to meet the short-term needs of the Sarkaz.

However, since most of the Sarkaz have graduated from prenatal education, even though Siye has provided a large number of engineering machinery, only a few can drive and use them smoothly. Most of the Originium still relies on the Sarkaz to dig manually. Even with protective clothing, the risk is still very high.

"Block A1 is short of materials. Bring a group of people to urgently transport some. Don't let the construction machinery stop working."

Theresa wore a hard hat and went to the scene to coordinate and direct the renovation work in Kazdel. She even had to do the demolition herself when she encountered difficult locations, making herself covered in dust.

But there are also advantages. The Demon King personally came to the scene to work, at least he gave all the Sarkaz on the scene full buffs, and they were all full of energy and efficiency.

"What? Block C5 is short of manpower? There are no vacancies right now. Contact the Regent to see if he has recruited all the mercenaries he was looking for."

Recruit mercenaries.

In the past, becoming a mercenary and exchanging one's life for three meals a day was one of the few options for the Sarkaz. But things are different now. After only two days of work, Theresa and Theresis discovered the extreme shortage of labor. The large amount of equipment and tools provided by Siye had no manpower to use them.

Under such circumstances, Tracy led his team to clear out the roving mercenary camps in Kazdel and began to recruit mercenaries to fill the manpower gap. After seeing the names of the Military Committee and the Demon King, as well as the tangible supplies that Tracy brought out, the vast majority of mercenaries were more sensible and accepted the recruitment. After all, there was food and work to be done, so why bother risking their lives?

But there are also some exceptions. Some are suffering from oripathy and have entered a state of madness. As the Sarkaz are susceptible to oripathy, this situation is not uncommon. Others simply like fighting and the pleasure of having their lives hanging on the edge of a knife. This also makes Tracys very annoyed and troubled.

On the one hand, these crazy mercenaries are undisciplined and problems are likely to occur even if they are recruited to do the work. However, if they are expelled or eliminated, Tracy, who is worried about the lack of manpower and has lost his hair, feels reluctant. After all, they are all strong men. He can only take the Royal Guards to capture these guys first and see if they can be saved.

"Thanks to the Military Commission, I have such a rare peace and quiet here."

This is a somewhat shabby bar, but in the entire Kazdel, it has a more famous name: Scar Mall.

A Sarkaz wearing a one-eyed mask walked out from behind the counter. The muscular muscles under his tight vest gave people a special sense of oppression. He was the actual owner of Scar Mall.

Scar eyes.

As the largest mercenary gathering area in Kazdel, there should have been a constant stream of mercenaries taking on those bloody and dirty jobs. However, due to the sudden control of the mercenaries by the Military Commission, they were either incorporated or playing hide-and-seek with the Military Commission. Now there is only this boss left here.

"Kazdel is in ruins right now and desperately needs manpower. We're all just trying to make a living. Returning to Kazdel and doing some hard labor is better than losing my life in battle."

After running all day, Tracy had a rare chance to sit down and rest, and he knocked on the table in dissatisfaction.

"You can't deny me even a sip of wine just because I disrupted your business."

"That's not something a Sarkaz Regent would say. You seem to be in a good mood."

Scar-Eye looked at Tracy with surprise.

Although Tracys in front of him still had that majestic and stern look, he no longer had the gloomy look of the past, nor did he have the suffocating look of being weighed down by heavy pressure. It was as if he had been relieved.

"I have a private stash of fine wine, worthy of your station."

"Whoo~"

Scar-Eye pushed the full wine glass to Tracy. Tracy did not refuse. He raised the glass and took a big sip, making a relaxed sound.

"I'm certainly in a good mood, but that's no reason for you to come see me in person to see some new exotic beast."

"Then it seems the rumors are true. The Demon King has returned to Kazdel."

Scar Eyes retracted his gaze, filled Tracy's glass again, and poured himself a glass as well, as if he wanted to get some information from Tracy.

"Hmm? Are you asking me?"

Tracy pointed to the mask on Scar-Eye's face.

Scareye, as a member of the Cyclops clan among the Ten Royal Courts, has the ability to see fragments of the future, which is also the capital that enables him to expand Scar Mall. But now a person with the ability of prophecy actually needs to seek information from others, which is indeed a bit strange.

"I dare not look. My instinct tells me all the time that if I dare to look, I will die."

Scar Eyes shook his head like a rattle. After all, he was a mercenary. He wanted to find out what was going on on the first day of the ceasefire between the Military Committee and the Tower of Babel. But the first time he tried to use the third eye of the Cyclops that could see the future, he felt like he was about to die.

After repeated tests, Scar Eyes also understood that there must be external intervention to stop the civil war, and this external force is incredibly strong. He wanted to get some information from the well-informed mercenaries, but the mercenaries were controlled by the Military Commission, which made him, the owner of Scar Mall, who should have been well-informed, become blind.

"I'm here to announce the Demon King's order. The days of the Sarkaz relying on mercenaries to lick blood on the tip of a knife are over. From now on, the Sarkaz will have a normal life. I also hope that the Sarkaz people can fight for a better Sarkaz, so..."

Tracy drank the wine in the glass and glanced around the tavern. Although he didn't finish his words, his meaning was self-evident.

The Sarkaz are short of manpower, and they are reluctant to kill even those Sarkaz who are almost crazy due to the erosion of mineral disease. Mercenary distribution centers such as Scar Mall, which have considerable influence in the underground world, must be taken back into the hands of the Demon King and turned into a controllable force.

Peng!

A bunch of keys was slammed on the table, and Scar Eyes drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"Here, my life's possessions are all here. It's not too much to ask for a token of allegiance and a glimpse of the future of the Sarkaz."

"You'll see,"

Tracy was not polite and took the key from the table.

"I'll be meeting with Kazdel tomorrow, and then reporting to the Military Committee. We're short on manpower right now, and we don't have enough people who can understand those engineering machines. You can go and help."

"Hey, you took away my life savings, and you still want me to move bricks and make plaster."

Looking at Tracy's figure leaving without looking back, Scar Eyes complained, but a smile seemed to appear under the mask.

"The future can't be predicted, so let me see with my own eyes how beautiful it is.

Chapter 21 Leisure time

Rhodes Island Upper Deck.

Si Ye was lying leisurely on a lounge chair, enjoying the sunshine and a delicious chocolate sundae.

"So, it's all busy outside, and you're just here basking in the sun?"

The dragon girl's shadow blocked the sun. Si Ye closed his eyes and dodged the other party's hand that was grabbing his sundae, pointing to the large amount of supplies and equipment piled on the upper deck.

"I've already underestimated the Sarkaz's capabilities, but they still opened my eyes. They can't even find enough literate people to operate excavators to mine."

Si Ye had actually roughly estimated the population of the Sarkaz and lowered the standard, but the fucking nature of this land still exceeded Si Ye's imagination.

The literacy rate in the vast city of Kazdel is less than 2%, which can be said to be prenatal education per capita. Among the few who can read, the majority are tribal leaders and members of the royal court.

This forced Si Ye to postpone the time for Kazdel to start the indicator review, because they had to hold an emergency training class first to train a group of workers who could operate the fool-proof version of engineering equipment.

This resulted in the city being in full swing, but in reality, because most of the work was done by manpower for mining and clearing the ruins, only a few of the building modules with built-in AI were repairing Kazdel's flawed mobile city on their own. Even so, there were still frequent problems with material shortages and work stoppages.

"Well, after all, the Sarkaz..."

The wars among the Sarkaz have never stopped. A 6-year-old child may need to learn to kill in order to survive. He has to use all his strength to stay alive, so how can he have the chance to go to school and learn knowledge?

Nian laughed it off, but his hands kept moving, still trying to snatch the sundae from Si Ye's hand.

"Hey, what's wrong with giving me a bite?"

"If you want to eat it, make it yourself. You know where the ice cream machine is."

The sundae was placed on the armrest of the recliner. Si Ye grabbed Nian's big flowered arms on both sides to stop her from moving.

"Other people's are the most fragrant, look at mine."

Although his hands were restrained, an expression of having a plan was revealed on Nian's face. The red dragon tail behind him rolled flexibly and immediately rolled up the sundae on the armrest with its tail.

"Hey, I won't be polite... Hey hey hey."

Just as Nian was feeling proud of his successful surprise attack with his tail, a black and white dragon tail suddenly wrapped around him from the side. The friction between the dense scales and the mane gave Nian a feeling like he had been electrocuted. He shuddered and froze in place.

At some point, black and white dragon horns grew out from the tips of Si Ye's hair. The dragon tail, like ink dyed on a white background, cleverly wrapped around Nian's tail and powerfully took Sundae back.

"You are the only one who has a tail, and I..."

Si Ye took a sip of the sundae proudly, but didn't hear any response from Nian. He looked up and saw Nian looking at him with a slightly red face and a very subtle expression.

"What's your expression?"

"Ahem, nothing, I, I'm leaving first..."

Nian's gaze lingered for a moment on the corner of Si Ye's head and the two people's entangled tails. He pulled the tail out with force and ran away without thinking.

"What are you doing..."

It wasn't Si Ye's fault for being slow-witted. Although these small anthropomorphic animals on Terra were transformed into humans by the Originium explosion meme, they still retained some animalistic traits. Specifically, those atavistic ancestors with animal heads were considered extremely handsome and beautiful by the Terrans.

But there are not many ancestors who have reverted to their ancestors, so most of the time, the Terrans will focus on the organs that are unique to the race as a plus point, such as Luper's tail, or Liberi's feathers. Although Nian is a giant beast, and has wandered the earth for thousands of years and seen a lot of the mundane world, Si Ye's sudden attack still caught Nian off guard.

With the extra points such as the tail and the horn, he successfully defeated the King of Mouth in one wave, and he could only run away in a panic.

"Lord Siye, the mercenaries sent to Ursus want to see you. Do you want to meet them?"

Kal'tsit's voice sounded a little weak, and there were faint dark circles under her eyes.

If we were to say who was the most tired when the Tower of Babel and the Military Committee began to merge under Si Ye's leadership and the Sarkaz began to revive, it would naturally be Kal'tsit. She had to assist the Doctor and Precious in developing the Originium blocker on the one hand, and help Theresa integrate Kazdel on the other. Also, because she had wandered the earth for thousands of years and had extensive connections, the preparatory work for Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals also fell on her.

If this old lynx wasn't an ordinary person, she would have died suddenly from such an extreme workload.

"You and Miss Nian can choose a more private room for intimacy. Due to the storage of supplies, Rhodes Island has added a lot of surveillance equipment."

Kal'tsit's gaze also lingered for a moment on the strangely colored dragon horns and tail on Si Ye's body. Kal'tsit, who had seen Si Ye's simulated race transform into a blood demon before, was not too surprised. She just pointed at several cameras on the upper deck with an expressionless face.

"The mercenaries are waiting for you in Conference Room 3 on the F2 floor. I still need to deliver data to the doctor, so I'll take my leave now."

"Hey, don't go, don't go. How's the company's preparation going? Do you have enough start-up capital? If not, I have more here."

Si Ye called Kal'tsit and asked about the progress of the pharmaceutical company's preparations.

According to the original work, Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals was established on the one hand to attract infected people, and on the other hand to obtain an identity that would make it easier to travel among the various countries in Terra.

Even though Kal'tsit, the old lynx, has not accomplished anything in nearly ten thousand years of wandering around Terra, she still has a wide network of contacts. The company founded in Kal'tsit's name is equivalent to having a Terran-wide business card from the beginning.

After all, violent rule is not the best strategy. Therefore, the best solution is to obtain a universal identity, reasonably intervene in events in various countries, secretly undermine their ability to resist, and finally catch them all in one fell swoop.

"It will take some time. Thanks to your financial support, we've already ordered some of the most advanced medical equipment and put out the job advertisement."