People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Ernst immediately threw the book into the cabinet. Later... he didn't pay attention to where the book went.

But this kind of teaching material, which is comparable to the "This is a soldier, right-click to attack, now go against the Soviet Union's steel torrent", doesn't matter even if it is taken away by someone.

No one in his government plays with fire. Besides, even if they did, who could really learn the forbidden spell?

Of course, Ernst could not directly confess this fact which was very embarrassing.

He waved his hand and replied:

"Professor Fremont, I shouldn't be wrong."

"You are right. I am Flemont, but..."

The old lich's expression suddenly stiffened, as if he had sensed something again. He stroked his beard and muttered:

"Why is there still a Cyclops?"

Indirect contact, although it is very faint, it is indeed there, this is the smell of Cyclops.

Those defeatist counselors hid even deeper than the liches. They were still hiding in modern society to some extent, while those guys had all hidden in the Sami ice fields!

This snow leopard can actually have a relationship with them?

Hiss—wait, let me count, how many royal courts are there here?

The blood demon, the banshee, and the Cyclops, three of the ten great royal courts are already there?

In addition to Tracys's combat power at the level of the Royal Court, there is Sakota who betrayed the Royal Court, and the Sarkaz who has a very pure smell but an unknown race.

There was a hint of fear in Fremont's eyes.

"Who are you, kid?"

"You don't know my boss?"

Now it was Sintelaia's turn to use Fremont's words to boomerang.

"Yes, it's normal for you to not pay attention to politics at your age. My boss is Ernst Shivaash, the Prime Minister of Kjerag!"

"Oh--"

A relieved smile suddenly appeared on Fremont's face.

He looked up and down at Ernst, who was being blown in front of him and tapping his toes in the three-bedroom apartment, and suddenly understood where the last mysterious smell on him came from.

It makes sense, it all makes sense. I have dealt with Tracys, and had interactions with Sakota. I have also seen banshees and blood demons.

It turns out to be your boy!

"There's news coming from Tracys and Kazdel that the Terrans have resurrected a Balrog. I wonder how the Balrog was resurrected?"

"We liches have been trying to figure out the art of resurrection for thousands of years, but we still haven't figured it out. The pardoners have made some progress and resurrected some camels, but they died within two days. Why are the Terrans making some noise?"

"I asked someone for information, but Tracy was so taciturn that he suddenly kept silent and refused to say a word. I was very depressed for a long time. After all this time, I finally met the real boss."

He smiled at Ernst, who had opened his mouth in shock after hearing the series of dishes.

"Hey, kid, you've already encountered a lot of Sarkaz. One more or one less won't make a difference. How about letting me go and take a look at the Fire Demon?"

Ernst's mind was a little confused. He looked at Fremont, was silent for a moment, and tentatively asked:

"Um... Professor Fremont, let me sort it out. What do you say you are?"

"Me? I'm a lich."

Flemont snorted lightly, raised his head and chest, and said without hesitation:

"Fremont is probably the most capable person in the Lich King's Court right now."

No, that's what you said?

Ernst thought that Sarkaz's identity would be more or less secretive. This is in public, and although everyone is cheering and it is indeed very noisy, is it okay for you to speak like this?

Moreover, the person in charge of the Lich King's Court...what level is this?

Ernst is now hesitating whether to go to the bathroom first and pass a message to Kal'tsit.

"Laokai, I miss you. I have a lich here named Lao Deng, who says he is from the royal court and wants to go to Kjerag to see the Balrog in the zoo. Is there any explanation for this?"

Chapter 386: Unfortunately, I am an infected person!

"We can arrange a time to talk about the Balrog tomorrow. But Professor Fremont, you are the representative of Leitania after all. Don't you need to go back and ask the leader of your country for his opinion on this matter?"

"Tsk, those two girls are not even as valuable as me. What do I need their consent for? "

Flemont curled his lips, looked disgusted, and rolled his eyes at Ernst.

"You too, you're so young and you don't have any drive at all. It's just a trivial matter, but you're still hesitating. It's really outrageous!"

Ernst was somewhat speechless.

What is this, disrespect for the elderly?

You are a lich. Ernst has no idea about the strength of the Lord of the King's Court, but he still has some impression of the term Lord of the King's Court.

Back then, when Kal'tsit drove Rhodes Island into Kjerag, Ernst happened to meet Nastie and Logos once in the square.

Both of them are banshees, one is a traditional banshee, and the other is a reformist banshee. The reformist banshee's logo not only breaks the gender gaze in the banshee racial ID, successfully allowing male and female banshees to stand up, but also sets a great ambition to completely destroy the "royal court shackles that have imprisoned the Sarkaz for thousands of years."

To put it simply, it means playing a suona song to send off all the masters of the royal court happily and abolishing the royal court system.

His idea was not ordinary, but at least shocking. It was not easy to destroy an old system, and it was even more difficult to establish a new one after the old one was destroyed. In his previous life, Ernst had seen many countries where the old system was destroyed and the new system was not connected, which directly led to chaos. But considering the current situation of Isakaz, it was already chaotic enough, and there seemed to be no room for improvement.

Besides, this Wang Ting doesn't really care about things, but instead stirs up trouble from time to time. It seems that it is not impossible to abolish it.

In short, Douban refused to give a rating.

As for Nastia, who corresponds to Logos, the Lord of the Royal Court, she is a traditional banshee. She thinks that Logos' ideas are a bit too traditional.

Still in the royal court, still in the royal court, what is the royal court? In Columbia, I am my own royal court!

As a banshee who has already determined to build her own aerial Kazdel, if Logos' attitude towards the royal court is "this thing must be destroyed", then Nastie's attitude is "what is this thing?"

She didn't care about the Wang Ting at all. The Wang Ting couldn't bring her any benefits and might even cause her some trouble. She should have gotten rid of it long ago.

As she said when introducing herself to Ernst:

"Name, Nastie Runorei, education, doctorate, race, banshee, native place, Colombia, temporary. Other than that, I am nothing."

She is not a royal court sorcerer, nor a great banshee. She is just the director of the Rhine Life Engineering Department, a mere civil engineer.

I believe you have also noticed that the two people have different attitudes towards Wang Ting, but they all have a very consistent consensus: Wang Ting is very troublesome.

Ernst was obviously not prepared for the visit of a Lord of the Sarkaz Court. Just as Kal'tsit had warned him before leaving, the Sarkaz were dangerous and excessive contact with them would also bring trouble. Kjerag was doing well now and the Summit of All Nations was being prepared smoothly. Ernst had no intention of pouring gold soup on himself for no reason.

But he didn't say anything final.

He had already reminded Fremont in his words that it would be impossible for him to come to Kjerag as the Lord of the Lich King's Court, at least Ernst would not allow him to come openly. But if he asked the Twin Queens for permission and submitted an application as a representative of Leitania, that would be another matter.

If he thought it was too much trouble, and the chances of passing the application to the Queen were not high, he could choose another way. Fremont was a professor at Envard Ludwig University in the Leitanian capital. Envard Ludwig University had the same academic status in Leitania as Peking University and Tsinghua University. As we all know, the academic atmosphere in Kjerag was very strong, but the academic environment was not very good. If Fremont was willing to come and learn (agriculture) technology (village) exchange (tributary) flow (religion), then Ernst would certainly accept it.

It doesn't take too long, just one semester will do. You can teach while you admire the Flame Demon baring his teeth in that small armor. You can train two teachers who can teach Originium skills, and the efficiency of Kjerag's construction site will be greatly improved. It's mutually beneficial, a win-win situation, and reasonable.

Of course, Ernst said so, but whether Fremont understood it or not is another matter.

At least, Ernst didn't understand anything from his ambiguous answer.

In Terra, these old masters are more cunning than each other, especially the Sarkaz magic old masters like Fremont, it is even more difficult to say.

After Fremont was sent away, the game came to an end.

The strength of the Candle Knight is indeed worthy of her reputation. Every strike of her rapier is sharp and swift. Facing the vigorous axe attack of Dikaiopolis, agility becomes her greatest advantage at the moment.

However, no matter how agile he was, even someone like Ernst who knew little about fighting could see that the Candle Knight had consumed a lot of physical energy.

She could indeed use diagonal thrusts, side defense, and other methods to take advantage of the force and unload it, parrying the battle axe swung by Dikaiopolis at the lowest cost, and taking the opportunity to leave one or two scars on Dikaiopolis' armor. But no matter how small the loss is, it is still a loss.

If it was someone else, Viviana's tactics would have worked very well. After all, even the Left-Handed Knight, who was always the favorite to win the championship, was only slightly stronger than Viviana in terms of physical strength. But she was facing Dikaiopolis.

Just like his knightly title of [Blood Knight], Dikaiopolis is a real "blood cow"!

He never lacks physical strength, his blood will only boil more and more, and his physical strength will only become more and more abundant! If Viviana's basic physical strength is 5, and blocking and parrying consumes a little physical strength, which can cause 3 points of physical damage to Dikaiopolis, then Dikaiopolis's basic physical strength is , and he recovers points of physical strength per second.

You can’t hit empty, you can’t hit empty at all!

After all, the Candle Knight was not a "unparalleled swordsman" and did not have magical skills like Laurent's Heart Eye Blade. Each of her attacks consumed her own physical strength. Gradually, her blocking became less fast and less accurate, to the point where she had to use brute force to forcibly stabilize her stance.

The Blood Knight was still in good condition, and even easily increased the pace of his attack, trying to defeat the Candle Knight in one fell swoop.

Finally, after the increasingly powerful axe slashed at him, the Candle Knight, who had already exhausted all his strength, had no time to turn sideways and use his rapier to guide the axe to complete the parry. Viviana's eyes flashed with a trace of struggle, and she could only grit her teeth, raise her rapier, and try to forcibly block the attack.

And the result is, of course, obvious.

"Ohhhhhh! Dear audience friends! The Candle Knight has raised her sword against the Blood Knight. She wants to block the Blood Knight's powerful axe head-on!"

"But, but, but! How can a rapier block the powerful chopping of the Blood Knight's custom-made battle axe produced under the title of Rose Gold Knight Competition? Listen, this crisp breaking sound, this is the bell of the end!"

"Candle Knight Viviana Broken Sword! Does this mean that we will be welcoming the champion of our 23rd Casimir Knight Competition Special Tournament right now?"

The commentator's voice became more excited, and at the climax of his emotions, he suddenly held his breath and concentrated. After a suffocating five-second pause, he shouted in a high and drawn-out voice:

"No------!"

"Our Candle Knight has not given up! Our Candle Knight still has her own trump card! Our Candle Knight still has her most proud, most gorgeous, and most fantastic stunt that made her famous!"

The commentator raised the microphone high, pointed it towards the audience, and cheered:

"Ladies and gentlemen, please tell me, what is that move called?!"

"Touch of Light!"

In the arena, the Candle Knight raised the candlestick in his other hand and swept his hand across the extinguished candlestick. The candlelight lit up again, swaying in the darkness of the arena.

Yes, darkness, as if it was specially created for this performance. The moment the Candle Knight lit the candle, the lights in the entire arena were completely extinguished, leaving only the candlelight above the ring, illuminating Viviana's beautiful face.

She took a deep breath, and the candlelight was reflected in her eyes, as if it was also burning. Along with her gasp, the name of the spell that was called by thousands of people also came out of her mouth:

"A touch of light."

The flickering of the candlelight suddenly stopped, and the next second, several flames suddenly lit up in the semicircular area centered on the Blood Knight, blocking all the space around him.

Even the Blood Knight was somewhat stunned when he saw the dots of "starlight" beside him:

"When was it?"

The Candle Knight showed a calm smile on his face and said softly:

"Mr. Blood Knight, didn't you notice?"

"Candlelight is like this. When the light is strong, you can't feel its presence even if you are right next to it."

"Only when the surroundings are in darkness can this weak candlelight illuminate this small area."

“But precisely because of this, at this moment, this tiny candlelight can steal the glory of the sun and the moon, and can bloom with its charm and energy!”

"bring it on!"

The Candle Knight raised his eyebrows and uttered a slight sound of anger:

"burst!"

Following her order, the flames suspended around the Blood Knight suddenly expanded. Each cluster of flames seemed to have turned into a small sun, lighting up almost half of the arena in the pitch-black space!

Then, the candlelight day exploded with a loud bang, raising a cloud of alarming dust.

"Who's winning?"

"From the looks of it now, the Candle Knight has the upper hand, right?"

"Without a doubt, it was the Candle Knight. It was the Candle Knight who used a move that he had planned for a long time and instantly turned the tide of the battle! Let us congratulate the Candle Knight—"

The commentary stopped abruptly, because after the smoke cleared, the Blood Knight was still standing.

There were many marks of explosion and burns on his body, and he looked quite miserable. But his blood was boiling at this moment.

Because the blood that was scattered by the explosion has now covered the entire stadium!

"Blood Blade!"

The Blood Knight raised his head and raised his hands.

Following his orders, the scattered blood spots condensed into countless bloody blades of different sizes and shapes. Similarly, from all directions, they surrounded the Candle Knight who was in a weak state after casting the spell.