People in Terra, governing a weird little country

What good can ten thousand gold coins do me?

But it is better to teach a man how to fish than to give him a fish. He is rich and can support one or two hundred infected people, but there are more than one or two hundred infected people in Casimir? There are more than this number gathered on Plot 0, let alone other places?

One or two special cases won't change anything. What they need is a channel. A channel that can turn the infected into human beings.

Dikaiopolis wanted to be the one who carried firewood for everyone.

To this end, he was willing to do anything, even if the price was to become a puppet of the Chamber of Commerce, the price was to sell out some dignity, the price was to bow his head.

So, he looked at Viviana and asked:

"Candle Knight, do you want to win?"

"If possible, I hope you can give me the championship. We have already secured the place in the competition. This championship is not something you must win, right?"

His sincere voice came through the microphone built into the knight's armor and echoed throughout the arena.

The audience cheered again. They felt that this was a provocation before the game, cool trash talk, and a declaration of victory!

Viviana did not understand the pleading and helplessness in Dikaiopolis's words. She just answered seriously:

"Mr. Blood Knight, I'm sorry, I can't agree to your request."

"Besides, Mr. Blood Knight, your idea is wrong!"

Viviana's gaze was firm, and her light blue gemstone-like pupils were full of persistence.

"I want to tell all the younger generations who are embarking on the career path of competitive knights one thing. When we stand on this field, we have only one goal - the championship!"

As she finished her words, the cheers from the audience once again resounded throughout the arena.

People seemed to be surprised by this scene. The Blood Knight, known for his strength and perseverance, tried to persuade him to surrender with words before the game, but the Candle Knight, who was more like a vase, refuted him with the most righteous words at this moment!

Such a contrast instantly brought the atmosphere to a climax. Even the commentator and several speakers present were surprised and shocked. While lamenting that Czarnet and McGee had secretly done this operation without telling anyone, they silently memorized this new marketing method in their own templates.

Seeing this, the Blood Knight could only sigh slightly.

This was expected. Perhaps, even if Viviana understood the helplessness in his words, given the girl's innocence and integrity that she had somehow maintained until now, she would never agree to compromise.

In that case, let’s fight it out with real weapons.

The Blood Knight took a deep breath, reached out and took down his battle axe from behind, leaned forward slightly, and assumed a fighting stance.

He has two weapons, a battle axe and a long sword.

Viviana also drew out her rapier and performed a standard knight's salute to the Blood Knight.

She also has two weapons, one is a rapier, and the other is a candlestick used to release Originium skills.

“There weren’t any Casimirs on the field, but they represented the two sides of the Casimir Knights today.”

Ernst, who was sitting in the audience, exclaimed.

Being upright and humble, this is the ecology of the Knights of Casimir today.

As for those who are completely corrupt, they have nothing to do with knights except the title of knights. You can jokingly call them knights, but their legitimacy is basically equivalent to the Holy Roman Empire to the Roman Empire.

Bottled water is more legitimate than this. Those people are certainly not knights.

"The evaluation is quite accurate. I thought I would only see a boring fake match when I came here to join in the fun, but I didn't expect it to be quite interesting."

A teasing old man's voice came from not far away. Ernst turned his head and his eyes met the old man's gaze.

Fremont just came out to get some quiet time. He came to the game purely because he was drawn to the opening match tomorrow, so he had nothing to do and came to see who his opponent would be.

To be honest, he felt that with his rank, it was a bit of a bully to show his true ability to compete with a group of juniors. If possible, he would not mind a symbolic fight to get by, and then surrender directly.

But Viviana's appearance did give her a little surprise.

This girl looks... quite familiar. Doesn't she look a bit like the younger brother of Shi Tongling, who died in the battle of planning the attack on the Witch King's Tower?

Oh, it seems that I can’t call him that anymore. That “brother” is not young anymore. Fremont has seen him several times. The Elector Emperor of St. Tong, whose brother died, doesn’t look like he has many years left to live.

What's the relationship between this girl and him?

Old people like to listen to gossip, and Fremont was slightly interested in it. But it was not only Viviana who really interested him.

Frémont walked to Ernst, leaned down, and looked at him carefully under Ernst's surprised eyes. His nose twitched slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face:

"You smell so good, kid."

"Don't tell me, don't tell me, this taste is so pure!"

"How many Sarkaz have you had sex with?"

As the title says, dear readers, I would like to ask for a leave during the Qingming Festival. I would like to take a rest. I hope you readers will approve it.

thank you very much!

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Chapter 385: Lao Kai, picked up a lich, what level is it?

Fremont had to admit that Ernst was the most delicious film he had ever tasted in hundreds of years.

Sarkaz have a smell. Of course, this is not the smell of horn-shaped boots and rice that would make the porridge bar brother ecstatic, but a smell used to distinguish one from another. If you must make an analogy, perhaps it is equivalent to the "pheromone" of insects such as ants?

This is why, even if a Caprini like Ines painfully grinds the horns on her head into the sharp style of the Sarkaz, she can still be recognized at a glance.

It was true that she smelled like a Sarkaz, but that smell obviously did not belong to her, but to Hedley and W who had been with her for a long time. She herself could not emit the smell of a Sarkaz. The Sarkaz tribe would not accept Caprini and regard Caprini as a compatriot. In the era of the gods thousands of years ago, some Caprini were excluded because their horns were too similar to those of the Sarkaz. As a result, they tried to join the Sarkaz but were kicked aside. They could be called the earliest victims of bullying on the land of Terra.

No race can disguise itself as the Sarkaz, and this has become the default practice of all major races on Terra.

Of course, generally speaking, no race would pretend to be a Sarkaz for no reason, and they were too busy trying to get rid of the relationship. Therefore, this theory that everyone took for granted was mostly remembered by the Sarkaz themselves.

But as the saying goes, where there is theory, there is paradox; where there is everything, there is exception; where there is everything, there is exception.

If Fremont was not blind, he would have been able to see that Ernst, who had a snow leopard face, could not be a Sarkaz in disguise. He would have to doubt whether there was something wrong with his "identification ability".

"Boy, you smell really good, pure and genuine. What is this?"

"How many Sarkaz have you had sex with?"

Flemont crossed his arms, looking very interested. But before Ernst could answer, Hinterea's eyes became sharp.

She stood up, glanced at Ernst suspiciously, then shook her head, denying the guess in her mind.

It doesn't make sense. She was at the front desk every day and she remembered clearly who entered Ernst's office. Among the Sarkaz that Ernst had met, there was no female one except Miss Nastie.

Hedley didn't look like a prostitute. You can't poke Mr. Safar, can you? Come on, that's a tin can heated inside, is there really anyone who can be interested in that kind of thing?

After some careful recollection and thinking, she was very sure that what Lao Deng said was a rumor, without even having to think about it!

I don't doubt Boss Ernst at all!

Xinteleya curled her lips and asked back with a dark face:

"who are you?"

Flemont smiled slightly, placed his right hand on his chest, raised his orchid finger, and replied in a rather coquettish manner:

"Fremont, have you heard of it?"

Xinteleya frowned, searched the list of politicians from various countries that she had recorded in her mind, and then shook her head:

"No."

Frémont was not angry either, and looked at Ernst:

"It's normal that you don't know me, but the person next to you must know me."

What Fremont said was not without purpose.

After a brief period of analysis, the knowledgeable lich has already figured out the various Sarkaz scents mixed together on Ernst's body.

[Banshee], with the damp smell of the swamp, makes people feel tired and sad. It's just a little strange that this banshee who came into contact with Ernst seemed a little maverick. Fremont "smelled" a bit of the "fragrance of the earth" that should only be possessed by the son of earth and stone.

[Ordinary Sarkaz], there are several, most of which are quite ordinary, but there is one that is very special. Fremont remembers the taste, it was Tresis's.

The young man in front of him had dealt with Tracys before.

There is also the [Blood Demon]. Although the scent is very faint, it cannot be hidden from Fremont's nose. The weird thing is that the smell of this Blood Demon is a bit pungent. Unlike the smell of blood, it is a bit like...motor oil?

There is also a heavyweight, the "traitor" [Sakota], and he is a Sakota of the royal court level.

In Terra, there is undoubtedly only one Sakota who can reach this level - the contemporary [Saint], Evangelista XI.

It's interesting. It's really interesting to be in contact with Tereses and have intersections with Evangelista XI at the same time.

Plus the most mysterious smell that still remained on Ernst, which even Fremont had no impression of and could not distinguish. Pure, too pure! The purity of this film is too high!

Being able to come into contact with so many Sarkaz at the same time, even the leaders of mutually hostile species, the man in front of him is undoubtedly a "Sarkaz scholar"!

This ancient profession was established by the Gods in the Age of the Gods to fight against the Sarkaz. It was held by scholars who had a deep understanding of the Sarkaz so that they could make plans against the Sarkaz. However, as the Sarkaz were completely defeated in the Age of Quillon, the Sarkaz were in constant internal strife, and the Demon King was unable to recover, so this position gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

If he were not a lich who "guarded knowledge", he would not have known such ancient secrets.

And such a "Sarkaz scholar" could not possibly be unaware of his identity.

Frémont had no intention of pretending in front of Ernst.

He spoke confidently, earning Ernst's expected nod.

"Professor Fremont, Professor of Leitania Envard Ludwig University, I have read your "Introduction to Originium Arts"."

Ernst stood up, extended his hand to Fremont, shook it, and then reminded him,

"Why don't you sit down first? The game is going on right now. If you block the audience, they will be dissatisfied."

Xintelaiya was stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect that the old man in front of her, who seemed to have a bad temper, was actually a professor at the famous Terra University in the capital of Leithania.

Could it be that the older people get, the weirder their tempers become and the more they act like children?

Frémont was also stunned when he heard this.

He subconsciously sat down at the reserved seat for Jeston (lying on the board) next to Ernst, and then suddenly realized:

"Are you kidding me?"

Ernst was stunned and wondered how did you know that?

He had never read the book "Introduction to Originium Arts" compiled by Fremont, but it was not his fault.

Who asked Fremont to write so abstractly?

At that time, Ernst wanted to find two teaching books on Originium skills to try to develop his own Originium skills and become a warlock, so he went to a newly opened bookstore in Tukarim and chose this book at first sight.

The cover is nice, the aesthetic taste of the Leitanians is fine, with golden lace, artistic fonts, and a cover picture of a mysterious tower under the moonlight. Even if you photoshop Harry Potter on it, Ernst will believe it.

The author is also a big name, a professor at Ludwig University and a serious authority on Terra academics. I believe that the book he wrote must cover every detail, so that novices can easily get started!

Open the first chapter of the book: What is Originium Art?

Well, it’s normal to start by introducing the concept.

Chapter 2: Why does Originium Arts exist?

Well... it should be okay to explain the origin of Originium skills.

Chapter 3: What is the final form of Originium Arts?

Ok?

Chapter 4: Fireball.

Oh, I was overthinking it. As expected, a master is a master. The prelude is very long, but the content must be fine.

Chapter 5: How to release meteor showers.

what?

At one point, Ernst wondered if he had bought a pirated version. How could such a long section be missing?

Shouldn't the fireball spell be a continuous fireball spell after the fireball spell is cast? A fireball machine gun? Directly a forbidden spell, right?

If I could learn it, I would have traveled to the next door to become a great magician and revive the Han people to fight against the Son of the Plane. Why would I still be here nagging you?