Uncle, I am not an ordinary office worker.

Solve the maritime issue once and for all?

Did Dario believe this? Half and half. He had seen Roy's ability, but the horror of the Great Silence was also imprinted in his heart. He was not afraid, but he had a clear understanding.

It is difficult to put together an army as fearless, large in number and well-organized as Hai Si's with human resources, let alone take them on an ocean expedition. Where would we get the ships?

If someone else had said this, Dario would probably have laughed out loud, but it was Roy who was speaking, and considering the pillar of light that was so awe-inspiring, he couldn't keep his words to a definite conclusion.

Therefore, he could only reluctantly say:

“If there is such an opportunity, I will certainly support it.”

"Your words are enough!"

Volume 1: Chapter 298: Old Things

After finishing his business in Iberia, Roy was about to set off back to Rutland when he received an email from Trevor Friston.

"A creature that explodes like jelly after death? Looks like a disguise?"

To be honest, when Roy first saw the email from Trevor Friston and the photos that came with it, he really didn't react to what the puddle on the ground was.

Trevor Friston's description was obviously a bit abstract, basically pointing at a piece of meat on the ground and asking you what animal it belonged to. Roy was not an expert in biology, and without any features to refer to, it was indeed a bit difficult to distinguish.

But when Trevor Friston gave the suggestion that "the dead creature seemed to be just a disguised clone and a native of Terra", he responded quickly.

As we all know, in the ancient times of Terra, giant beasts and beast masters ruled this land, while the gods and ancestors gradually developed and grew stronger in it, until they outlined the outline of their own civilization through one exploration and war after another.

But few people know, or perhaps do not want to be mentioned, that in the era before the giant beasts and the beast masters appeared, the ones who truly ruled this land were the indigenous people called [Tikaz].

The natives are not the current Terrans who evolved from the [small animals] brought by human colonization. According to Trevor Friston's recollection, the aborigines at that time had all kinds of strange looks, and each one was very different from humans. The reason why the Terrans evolved into the image that is similar to humans today is because of the energy released from the Originium and the transformation of will.

As a product that matches the Black Crown, which coordinates the memory and history of human civilization, if the Black Crown is liberated, the Originium will also be released, and human civilization will quickly transform from abstract to real and be rebuilt in fact. This is also the theory of the Originium end-time crisis.

And now the situation, to put it less seriously, is that Precious knows your aesthetic taste, so he deliberately shaped everyone in the world according to your XP. Hurry up and say thank you to Precious.

Let's get back to the point. Among the indigenous Tikaz, there is indeed a tribe, or one person, who has the ability to change shape and imitate others.

Roy replied to Trevor Friston:

"The person you met should be the Lord of the Shapeshifter Court, that is, the Shapeshifter King himself."

"Perhaps you are confused about this, I can answer it for you. The natives of Terra that you know, that is, those strange and bizarre Tikaz races, did not become extinct after the human colonization period and the long period of barbarism. On the contrary, they were also shaped by the Originium and became human-like in appearance and name. Now they are called [Sarkaz] or [Demons]. The Sakota clan, the rulers of Lateran City where you are currently staying, is a branch of the Sarkaz."

"As descendants of the aboriginals, the Sarkaz are a mixture of many types of indigenous creatures. They also differentiate among them and divide the ten largest species into ten families. According to them, they are called the [Royal Court]."

"The King of Shapeshifters is a special one in the royal court. His body is somewhat similar to the fantasy creatures in our human games - [Slime]. He can perform operations such as shapeshifting and imitation, which are so lifelike that it is difficult to distinguish. He often acts as a spy to gather information. It is an unexpected surprise that your drone can distinguish him."

"This also reminds me that the Universal Conference includes all nations, but not Terra. Except for the Agor civilization in the ocean, the Sarkaz people, who do not have a country on land but are still large, are also excluded. Their royal court is now located in Londinium, the capital of Victoria, occupying the magpie's nest. Perhaps I should go talk to them."

"Your compatriot - Roy"

After sending the letter, Roy pulled the reins, and Rohinant immediately changed direction, but it did not go directly to Londinium, but to Casimir.

After the Leitania incident, Kal'tsit and Roy agreed that Rhodes Island would go to Casimir for a few months of free medical treatment after a brief stay in Leitania. At that time, if Roy wanted to find her, he could go directly to the Grand Knight Territory.

Judging from the time, Rhodes Island should not have left yet.

Since they were going to Londinium to find the Sarkaz, they would inevitably have to go with the siblings Theresis and Theresa. And since they couldn't go without them, if Roy didn't bring Kal'tsit with him, the lynx would probably be unhappy.

Besides, after not seeing each other for a long time and experiencing so many earth-shaking events, Roy began to miss the quiet life he had lived on Rhodes Island.

.........

Victoria, Londinium, Iron Palace.

Tracy was still standing on the steps of the palace, next to him was the Iron Throne which had been vacant for a long time.

He had long been qualified to sit on the throne. He was the victor of the civil war and the de facto leader of all the Sarkaz who were loyal to Kazdel. But he was just like what he had always claimed, a regent who only stood beside the throne, borrowing and appropriating power but not truly possessing it.

However, Theresa, the Demon King who was truly crowned by Kazdel and the sister of Tracy, had no intention of sitting on the chair. She just stood on the other side of the throne and stared at Tracy as if she was angry.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Tracy asked.

"No." Theresa replied with a calm smile.

Tracy couldn't think of anything to say for a moment, and could only watch as the topic that he had finally brought up came to a standstill. Besides feeling depressed, he was also filled with anger and pain.

These emotions were not directed towards Theresa, but towards the Absolutioner and himself.

A few days ago, the Absolution Master formally reported the news to him - their experiment on the mystery of life had finally made a major breakthrough. With the ability to communicate with the Sarkaz spirits, they were able to resurrect Theresa, and they were just waiting for Theresis' approval.

When he heard the news, Tracy was extremely angry. He even almost drew his sword and rushed down the stairs to kill the pardoner who was reporting the news to him.

But the words of the Pardoner made him stop his left hand which was almost grasping the hilt of the sword:

"The Sarkaz need you and your Highness to lead us. Only when those two heroes stand before everyone again and are witnessed by everyone as close as they were in the past, can the Sarkaz believe that you and your ambition, our Kazdel, are not out of reach!"

The country, the country is more important than anything else. For Kazdel, the Sarkaz must unite!

It is not enough to be the regent alone. Even if Theresis despises the title of Demon King and is unwilling to give it to himself, he cannot deny that Theresia has always been a totem in the hearts of half of the Sarkaz people and the white moonlight in the hearts of almost all the Sarkaz people. With her recognition and help, the United Royal Court can be truly legitimate.

He dismissed the pardoner, and after some kind of struggle, he finally agreed to let the pardoner take the final step at night and handed over Theresa's body to them.

So now, Theresa was standing in front of him alive again.

For the first time in hundreds of years, under the gaze of those eyes, Theresis felt not warmth and comfort, but a strong sense of uneasiness. This was even more intense than when he sent assassins to kill Theresia.

He knew that from that night on, he would never have a day of rest.

Volume 1: Chapter 299 Wouldn't that make me lose face?

“Use the consciousness of the Sarkaz spirits to suppress Her Highness Theresa’s main consciousness and create a demon king who is truly devoted to Kazdel.”

"What consequences will this bring?"

"She will forget some of her memories and emotions. Your Highness, for the Sarkaz, memory is like the blood flowing in our bodies. The Absolver cannot erase this part, so it can only hide it."

"That is to say..."

“Yes, what is forgotten can still be remembered, and what is hidden can still be found. This is an inevitable risk. But you can rest assured that as long as the Sarkaz spirits are still on your side and still have their hearts set on Kazdel, Her Highness Theresa will never be able to awaken herself.”

Tracy looked at the Absolver in front of him, struggling to nod, but found that the Absolver suddenly stood up, raised his hand, and slowly took off his mask.

Behind the mask, Theresa's bright pink eyes stared at him, her face full of sorrow. She asked:

"But, Tracy, do you really want to do this?"

Tracy suddenly opened his eyes and couldn't help gasping for breath.

This was the meeting hall of the Iron Palace. After the last military meeting, he was waiting here for the return of the Shapeshifter King, but for some reason he fell into a dream.

He couldn't help but turn his head and look at the other high-backed chair beside him. Theresa was still sitting there, just like in the military meeting. Facing Theresa who turned around, she smiled and nodded:

"You didn't sleep well, do you need my help?"

Her Originium skills can soothe people's spirits and emotions, and are an excellent way to treat insomnia and mental illness, but Tracys pursed her lips and shook her head to refuse:

"No, that's not necessary."

He found it difficult to accept this "good intention." He also didn't want to guess whether the dream he had just had was a trick of Theresa or a reflection of his own guilty conscience.

Tracy rubbed his temples to relieve his inner fatigue, and asked, "Is the shapeshifter back?"

Theresa nodded: "He's back. Do you want me to summon him?"

"Thank you." Tracy nodded.

Theresa closed her eyes. A few minutes later, the door of the conference hall opened and the colorful figure appeared on the other side of the round table.

The King of Transformers frowned, and when he entered the room, he didn't even say a word to Theresis. Instead, he fixed his eyes on Theresia. Until Theresia said:

"You're surprised, shapeshifter. But I just want to say, it's been a long time."

The shapeshifter's body seemed to suddenly stiffen for a moment, and his expression turned ugly. He looked at Tracys and asked:

"The Pardoner did it?"

Theresis did not answer.

"What about everyone else? They all know? They all agree?!" His voice was tinged with anger.

Tresis replied: "The Blood Demon Lord and the Scavenger King have already met with Theresa, the Dead Souls have publicly supported it, and the soldiers of the Royal Court Army have also accepted Theresa's inspection. I have sent people to pass on the news to the Banshee, Lich and Cyclops..."

"Tsk." The King of Shapeshifters smacked his lips, looked at Theresa again, and then said slowly:

"The infiltration into Lateran failed."

"Although it is expected, what is the specific situation?" Tracy asked.

"I can't explain it, but something is not right in Lateran recently," the shapeshifter said frankly. This made Tracys' heart skip a beat.

The King of Shapeshifters can be said to be the lord of the oldest Sarkaz royal court, or even one of the oldest Sarkaz. His royal court is the only one that has never been replaced. With such broad knowledge and rich experience spanning tens of thousands of years, it can almost be called a living fossil of Terra's history.

To some extent, he is one of the few people who can compete with Kal'tsit in terms of age. Of course, it's just age.

Originium shaped the Sarkaz into the humanoid form they have today. The former indigenous Tikaz were just a group of strange creatures. According to the habit of human colonization, they might not have enough intelligence at that time. They were just animals, and gradually evolved into their current form. In terms of knowledge, they are definitely not as good as Kal'tsit, who is born with knowledge and has some human knowledge reserves.

But even so, there are only a handful of things in the entire world that can make a shapeshifter feel "wrong".

“Are there any specifics?”

Tracy demanded.

The shapeshifter raised his hand, and one arm slid off his body, quickly changing into an object resembling an [Angel] drone, which appeared in front of Theresis and Theresia.

"It was this thing that saw through my disguise and prevented me from even entering the gate of Lateran. And according to my observations in the following days, there are already quite a few machines like this in Lateran."

"They should have appeared recently, and the Sakota are not very familiar with them. But they are very happy to accept them. I have collected some intelligence based on this, and they all say that this is because this is the help bestowed upon them by the Law."

"Law?" Tracy chewed on the word in surprise.

He knew a little about what the Law of Lateran was. Anyway, it was not a serious life like the giant beast or the beast master. The greatest role he could play was to stamp those Sakota, so that they would get rid of the identity of Sarkaz at birth, grow halos and wings, and hide the characteristics of double horns.

At most, one would be granted the right to use the [gun].

I have never heard of such drone-like things. Has the contemporary Lateran Pope made new progress in the study of the law?

Thinking about the various magical events that have happened on the land of Terra recently, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

What was going on? He did want the land to be in chaos, to give the Sarkaz a place to live. But wasn't he the one who should create this chaos?

He had conceived a whole set of super weapons, strategic deterrence, the Victorian Civil War, and a grand plan to trigger a Terran World War, with the Sarkaz taking the opportunity to establish a nation, recover lost territory, and make a comeback. How come Terra had become such a mess before it even started?

Then my idea is in vain? Does it make me look like a loser?

It was as if Chef Tracys had carefully prepared a dish and put drugs in it to kill everyone present in one breath. But as soon as he had cooked the dish and served it, he saw that before he could poison it, the diners had already beaten themselves to death.

It’s not that I save effort, but it just feels a bit empty.

Moreover, this chaos came suddenly, and ended in a dream. Even if it was a month ago, the Terra Universal Conference would have been a fantasy for Tracys to hear, but who would have thought that it would actually happen in such a short time.

Regardless of its specific effects, the fact that something so unlikely in fantasy is actually established in name is astonishing enough.

"Tracy?"

Just as Tracys was caught in a whirlpool of disbelief, Theresa suddenly spoke up, interrupting his thoughts:

"somebody is coming."

"What? Who?" Tracy came back to his senses immediately.

Theresa looked toward the gate behind the Shapeshifter, and her sight seemed to be passing through the walls of the Iron Palace and looking beyond Londinium.

"Amiya."

Theresa replied,

“I can feel her power.”

Volume 1: Chapter 300: Isn't this you?

Rhodes Island is like a small boat in front of other countries. In the face of national-level combat power, it is fragile, tiny, and even insignificant.

But for many infected people who have come into contact with Rhodes Island, Rhodes Island is a paradise. Whether it is the cold-faced but warm-hearted Kal'tsit, the precocious Amiya, or the weird but kind-hearted elite operators on the island, any place they are placed can almost be said to have raised the overall moral bottom line of Terra.

If there were no wars or natural disasters, this place would undoubtedly be a good place to recuperate and relax. It seemed to have a magical power, and even someone like Roy who had only spent a very short time on Rhodes Island would think of it and even miss the days there.

"Welcome back, Roy."

Kal'tsit's greetings were always cold, and even though Roy could be said to have come in from the suspended balcony, his voice did not sound very warm or surprised.

"Remember to transfer the money for the window repair to me."

"I've only been back for so long, and you're so unkind?" Roy was a little amused. But Kal'tsit didn't show any sign of mercy, and simply explained:

"If you let Klushier give you a price, she'll at least give you a 30% premium."