People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Mudstone is now wearing an old hunter suit found in a border village in Victoria. It is cheap, and its advantage is that it is purely handmade and made of animal skin, which is very warm. Its disadvantage is that it is purely handmade, without any technological content, and its defensive capabilities are very worrying.

Such an outfit, coupled with the eye-catching pair of horns on Mudstone's head, unsurprisingly, caused discussions among the crowd.

"Is that the Sarkaz?"

"It's Sarkaz! My cousin's wife's second uncle is Caprini, and he doesn't have pointy ears like this!"

"Why did the Sarkaz come to Kjerag? Hiss - is he here to rob the train station?"

“But she’s so pretty.”

"Pa!" A crisp slapping sound came from somewhere, followed by a scolding, "Lesio, what the hell is wrong with you? You've grown up, you should know that you should have higher pursuits in life. You're even greedy for the Sarkaz, you're despicable!"

The boy who was slapped by his companion Mao had a flash of enlightenment on his face, and then he slapped himself in pain:

"You're right. I feel guilty towards my country, my parents, and my teachers! I came to Kjerag to admire the dome research station. How could I let a Sarkaz ruin my life?"

He pushed the shoulder of his friend beside him:

"Let's go, let's get away from this Sarkaz."

Mudstone looked at the two people who were gradually walking away, giving up their seats in the queue, in some surprise, feeling a little overwhelmed.

Am I being excluded?

It seems so, but Mudstone has become accustomed to this level of disgust and contempt.

But Mudstone always felt that something was wrong.

Why are the people lining up in front of me leaving one after another?

After a while, there were no more people in front of the mudstone. The tourists who were originally queuing now quietly moved away from the window, and even turned their heads to the side, as if they found it disgusting to breathe the same air as the Sarkaz.

She seemed to be bullied, but she also seemed not to be...

Confused, Mudstone walked forward and looked at the ticket seller in the window.

The ticket seller was a Kjerag. She looked up at the mudstone with a confused expression.

She remembered that the person in the queue just now was not her?

But no one around raised any opinions, so she asked in a businesslike manner:

"Miss, can you provide me with some identification?"

Mudstone opened his mouth: "Uh..."

She is a Sarkaz from Kazdel, where did she get that kind of thing?

Pursing her lips, she opened the bag at her waist, took out a piece of red gold and placed it on the counter.

The conductor was shocked.

It was the first time she saw someone buying a ticket with pure gold.

A train ticket definitely doesn't require so much money. Besides, she can't find the change.

Moreover, this Miss Sarkaz did not provide any identification. Is she planning to bribe me?

Yelagund, what have I done wrong that you are testing me like this?

After silently muttering "Okamon" in her heart, the ticket seller shook her head and pushed Chi Jin back:

"I'm sorry, Miss, we don't accept red gold here."

"Also, Miss, if you don't have proof of identity or a special reason, I can't sell you a ticket."

Can't you sell me a ticket?

Mud Rock frowned. To be honest, she was not surprised by this kind of situation. Although there were few people who were unwilling to accept red gold bribes, she had seen them before.

If it really didn't work, she could just walk along the train tracks and into Kjerag. After all, she had already walked such a long distance, so it didn't matter if she walked a little longer.

Now that we are here, we must not stop here.

Mudstone was silent for a moment, put away the red gold, and was about to turn around and leave when a steady female voice came from behind him:

"Miss, this is my friend. Let me buy a ticket for her."

Mudstone was startled and turned her head warily, looking at the Sarkaz woman who had appeared behind her at some point.

She didn't feel any presence from this woman at all!

Nasti, who was carrying a lot of bags on her back, glanced at Mudstone and threw a bag on her shoulder to Mudstone:

"Don't just look at it, hold it for me, I'll buy the ticket."

After all, Nastie was also a great Kjerag designer who participated in the reconstruction of Tukarim, the construction of Kjerag Railway Station, and the construction of the Dome Research Station. She had a little influence in Kjerag. As an employee of the railway station, the ticket seller knew this big man whose photo was hung in his office. Seeing this, he did not doubt him and took the Kjerag Fran handed over by the other party and quickly issued two tickets.

"Welcome back, Ms. Nastie. May the great god Yelagund bless you and wish you a pleasant time in Kjerag, Gunmon."

Nastie nodded slightly and took the ticket: "Okamon."

She turned around, her eyelids jumped, and she stuffed a ticket into Mudstone's arms, then walked straight towards the VIP waiting room.

Mudstone quickly followed, took a look at Nastie's profile, and finally couldn't help asking:

"Why help me?"

"Because I need you."

Nasti looked sideways at the mudstone, her eyes flashing with deep repression, yet still overflowing with joy.

"Son of Earth and Stone, are you the Son of Earth and Stone?"

Mudstone was stunned for a moment, then nodded in confusion.

I am a child of earth and stone. What's wrong? Why do you look so happy?

Is Nastya happy? She is so happy that she almost jumps up!

Son of Earth and Stone, this is Son of Earth and Stone! It has been a long time since the Sarkaz have seen a living Son of Earth and Stone. When Nastie made up her mind to switch from being a witch in the funeral industry to a cross-disciplinary civil engineering career, she began to search for the whereabouts of the Son of Earth and Stone.

After all, no matter how powerful the witch's witchcraft is, she is still an amateur in the field of civil engineering and needs to learn slowly and get started slowly. But what about the son of earth and stone?

He is truly God's chosen one!

To make an inappropriate analogy, if Terra is a Minecraft with a mod, then Nasti is a player who switched from a combat and adventure player to a builder. For each of her buildings, she searches for tutorials, studies ideas, and builds them block by block. In this process, the spells she gained from her previous adventures cannot be said to be applicable to other situations, but at least they are irrelevant.

But the Son of Earth and Stone is different. He is playing the game with the "Become a Creator" module turned on. With a shout of "O earth, obey my command", a wall rises up, just like holding a small wooden axe in his hand.

Nasti believed that with such a son of earth and stone around, the progress of her aerial Kazdel plan would be greatly accelerated!

Even though she looked a little shy, it didn't matter! When Nastie first came to Kjerag, she was even more shy than her, working with her head down every day. But later, didn't she openly play the flute... the suona for Ernst?

It can't be said to be a fall from grace, it can only be said that everyone has this process. With a senior like her leading him, Nasti believes that the progress of this son of earth and stone will be much faster.

"Come to think of it, I haven't asked you your name yet, so why are you here in Kjerag?"

Mudstone was a little wary at first, but she did not sense any malice from Nasti. In fact, this Sarkaz fellow was well-dressed, smelled fresh, and even wore a little light makeup. She looked completely different from a mercenary like her. She was more like the nobles of Letania or the elites of Colombia that Mudstone had seen.

After hesitating for a moment, she replied:

"Mudstone."

"I came to Kjerag because I received a summons from Hedley."

"Hedley?" Nastie knew this name. He was the Sarkaz teacher in Ernst's school. Although his level was not very high in Nastie's opinion, he could be considered a prophet among the Sarkaz who all dropped out of prenatal education.

Where did he get the authority to summon the Sarkaz to Kjerag?

Needless to say, it was obviously Ernst's idea.

Nastie's mood suddenly improved. Ernst's gentle attitude towards the Sarkaz was good news for her. After all, her dream was to create another Kazdel in the sky of Kjerag!

If Ernst took the arbitrary step of excluding the Sarkaz, she would be in real trouble.

Nasti couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth.

Tsk, the more she thinks about it, the more she likes it. It was worth it that she sneaked out of Rhine Life and ran back all night without telling Saria or even Christen, carrying so many bags. This big surprise from Ernst was exactly what she wanted!

I have to return the gift! What surprise are you preparing?

Or, Banshee's Kiss?

Chapter 394 Kal'tsit: Ascalon, I'm relying on you to keep an eye on Ernst

Dayan, Longmen, Longmen Governor's Office.

Wei Yanwu crossed his legs, tapping the pipe in his hand lightly on the table, with a somewhat distressed look on his face:

"Doctor Kal'tsit, are you really in such a hurry to leave? Our cooperation is quite pleasant. For this reason, I, the Governor of Longmen, would like to show my hospitality and show hospitality to you."

Kal'tsit understood Wei Yanwu's words very well.

In fact, Rhodes Island did not want to leave Longmen so quickly. The problem of infected people in this city had only been initially solved, and there were still many problems lurking. According to convention, Rhodes Island should observe and study in depth for a period of time before deciding on the follow-up matters.

Even though Wei Yanwu never admitted that Longmen had any hidden dangers of infected people, the work done by Rhodes Island was beyond doubt. Wei Yanwu was also a wise man, and he did prepare some thank-you gifts for Rhodes Island.

He has even contacted Adams Shuaiya and asked him to arrange for the Shuaiya family to contact Rhodes Island. After all, the Shuaiya family has always wanted to expand its business areas to the medical device and pharmaceutical industries, and Rhodes Island, in Wei Yanwu's opinion, does need a strong enough backer.

Yes, of course he also knew the slogans of "absolute neutrality", "free trade" and "no political inclination" put forward by Rhode Island. But in his opinion, these words were just for show, who would really take them seriously?

The last Casimir who advocated free trade, had his trusts almost monopolizing everything. The last Lateran who claimed to be absolutely neutral, broke his promise during the Ursus conquest and sent out the Pope's musketeers to fight against the Ursus's heavily armed Wendigo legion. The last Gaul who claimed to be an "equal overlord" without any political inclination, now people don't even tell political jokes about him.

There are many people who talk about ideology but only think about business. Even the country is not immune to this, let alone Rhodes Island, a commercial company with the purpose of making profits?

The so-called neutrality, to put it another way, is actually "wanting it all". You want to eat this and that, you want to eat Victoria on one hand and Colombia on the other, you want to please Ursus but not offend Casimir. This is the essence of neutrality.

Wei Yanwu understood it all, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. The world was bustling with people seeking profit. Rhodes Island helped Longmen solve some problems, so he didn't mind giving Rhodes Island a little benefit.

Besides, he is also a greedy man. The act of recommendation can be big or small, and he does not intend to force the transaction between the Shi Huaiya family and Rhodes Island. Doesn't everything depend on Rhodes Island's own ability?

But just when he had made the arrangements, Kal'tsit suddenly handed in a mid-term report and applied to leave Longmen, which made Wei Yanwu somewhat puzzled.

I have arranged everything here, invited everyone, and booked the seats. What do you mean by running away now?

What? Do you look down on me, Wei Yanwu?

Kelsey sighed.

To be fair, she really didn't mean that at all.

The reason why she was in a hurry to leave was very simple. Things had different priorities, and the matters with Kjerag and Casimir were more urgent!

Kal'tsit still remembers the fatigue and panic that surged in her heart when Ascalon pinched her philtrum and woke her up.

I'm not dead?

Why am I not dead yet?

Kal'tsit is a person with a strong ability to accept things. When Homi Theresia was assassinated by her ruthless brother, Mr. Data, and the Doctor seemed to cooperate with her, she didn't collapse like this.

After all, the death of the Demon King is only the death of one person. Although Theresa's vision is far-reaching, she is not understood by the world, let alone her own people. In a sense, death is also a relief for her.

But she never imagined that one day, the words "death was a relief for her" would also be used to describe herself.

Before she left, she warned Kjerag not to gather more Sarkaz, but Ernst seemed to have ignored her.

She even planned to set up a Sarkaz Administration, but Kal'tsit was too embarrassed to expose her. Are you going to set up an administration?

Are you going to tell me next that because the branch clans within the Sarkaz excel in different areas of work, in order to maximize the racial advantages of the Sarkaz, so that the Sarkaz can better find suitable jobs and clarify their position in Kjerag, it was decided to manage each clan separately?

Then, in order to ensure that the separately managed clans can better connect with the Kjerag government, it was decided that each clan would elect a clan representative to form a Sarkaz Representative Assembly, which would be responsible for collecting the opinions of the Sarkaz people and communicating with the director of the Sarkaz Affairs Management Bureau designated by the Kjerag government?

Then, because the Sarkaz clan has always been arrogant, there must be someone with decent qualifications and reputation to serve as the director of the administration. Hedley is indeed qualified, but his status within the Sarkaz is still a little low, not enough to convince the public, and a more important person should be invited. So you accidentally ran to Londinium, and then accidentally had a good chat with Tracys, and finally invited Tracys to Kjerag to serve as the chairman of this committee?

Yeah, you definitely want to do that, right?

Kal'tsit is not talking nonsense. Kal'tsit is just making a reasonable guess. Based on her understanding of Ernst, it is hard to say that he cannot do this!

Kal'tsit felt that instead of letting Ernst go to Theresis, the deceitful regent, it would be better to go to Casimir now, find Ernst, and confess to him:

"Lao En, don't leave. In fact, our Rhodes Island is the orthodox Demon Lord organization. Look at our Amiya, look at the little black crown on her head, it's real!"

Ahem...

The above are some of the wild and imaginative ideas that Kal'tsit's host had when clearing out error information fragments after the CPU of the host machine was forced to cool down and restart after running at ultra-high speed and overheating.

No matter what, she would definitely not make a move to hand over Amiya to others. She is the hope left by Theresa, the flame that burns this rotten land, and the young demon king of the alien race. She must not fall into the hands of any ambitious person!

I don't know if Ernst is an ambitious person, but he is definitely a politician who loves stamp collecting. There is no way he can collect this out-of-print fragment of the Demon King from her!