People in Terra, governing a weird little country

But she still had to go.

No matter how Wei Yanwu tried to persuade her to stay, she had to go, rush to Casimir, and then keep an eye on Ernst all the way, keeping him firmly under her nose to prevent him from doing anything shocking again!

How long has she used this body? Less than two hundred years, and it has already crashed twice! And both times were because of him! Kal'tsit has set her sights on him, her destined enemy!

In order to prevent my service life from being further shortened, I must take good care of it!

After once again declining Wei Yanwu's invitation to host a banquet tomorrow, Kal'tsit resolutely returned to Rhodes Island, set off at night, and left Lungmen.

That night, after Kal'tsit coaxed Amiya to sleep, she came to the deck platform at the bow of the ship alone.

Two moons hung high in the sky, casting bright moonlight and tearing apart the thick shadow behind Kal'tsit.

Ascalon's coat rustled in the evening breeze. The head of SWEEP, the executioner of the Rhodes Island Ministry of Internal Affairs, was leaning against the pillar of the bridge, glancing at Kal'tsit who was standing on the edge of the railing, and asked in a cold voice:

"what are you worried about?"

Kelsey shook her head.

"I don't know. I've been having some...bad feelings lately."

Askalon laughed meaningfully:

"Is it Tracys? For some reason, the movements in Londinium have been much quieter recently. To be honest, I also think they might be planning something big."

Kelsey shook her head slightly.

The Kazdel Military Council of Londinium was of course a hidden danger, and Tracys was also a strong enemy. Kal'tsit had lost her life at his hands, so of course she would pay enough attention to him.

But this time, she wasn't really worried about him.

Kal'tsit's denial was within Ascalon's expectations. She stood up straight, her eyes slightly fixed, her expression half helpless and half puzzled:

"That's really unlike you. Does that Philin bother you so much?"

"Ernst, he..." Kelsey had to stop talking halfway because she found that she really couldn't use a simple word to describe the boy who came out of the snowy land.

Whimsical and imaginative? Not enough.

Taking an unconventional approach or taking a risky move? Not enough.

If I have to say, every move he made fell into a place Kal'tsit did not expect.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered the words her creator, who had said so long ago that they were already vague:

“No matter how advanced a computer is, it cannot calculate the human mind.”

Yes, that's right.

Compared with the Terran life on this land, which is gradually approaching humans, imitating humans, and anthropomorphizing humans under the influence of Originium, Ernst seems a little too "human".

I really don’t know whether this is the greatest miracle or the most tragic failure in the history of Terra’s biological evolution.

Kal'tsit took a deep breath, cheered herself up, turned around, turned her back to the moonlight, and looked at Ascalon:

"Anyway, Ascalon, I have another task for you."

"As a shadow, you have to keep an eye on Ernst even when I can't see him. Don't let him do anything rash, and don't let the people around him push him to do anything rash, okay?"

Askalon frowned and said, "Kal'tsit, don't forget, we agreed that I am not your pawn. I only focus on the affairs of the Sarkaz."

Kal'tsit nodded and answered earnestly:

"Of course I remember, Ascalon."

"But, believe me, nothing is more related to Sarkaz than this."

Chapter 395: The Battle-Experienced King Jeston!

Casimir, the Supervisory Council.

The Blood Knights' humiliating defeat has become the most popular topic in the Casimir Supervisory Council and the Chamber of Commerce in recent times.

The blockade of news and the establishment of information cocoons were mainly aimed at ordinary lower-level spectators of knight competitions, making them believe that the Blood Knights fought hard and lost narrowly. This would reduce the losses of the Chamber of Commerce and restore Casimir's reputation. As for Russell, Charne and other spokespersons of the Chamber of Commerce, who had not watched the game in person, they could not believe that the Blood Knights could lose so... smoothly.

Yes, if one had to use one word to briefly summarize the process of the Blood Knight's defeat, the Chamber of Commerce could only use the adjective "smooth".

It was just like taking a lot of laxatives during the day and then having a smooth bowel movement at night! Charne asked himself if he had ever had such a smooth bowel movement even when using enema.

They confidently assigned an old man to the Blood Knight, hoping that the new champion could give everyone a cool performance, but they didn't expect that he would end up shitting a big mess.

Actually, to be honest, the Blood Knight is pretty good. As an infected person, he has thick skin and flesh, can release Originium skills unexpectedly, and has the attribute of becoming more courageous as the battle goes on. Even if he were to fight the last champion, Glory Knight, it would be hard to say who would win. As for Glory Knight Margaret Linguang, you can tell from her surname that she is from the Linguang family, a member of the old Casimir Zhengtianma Banner, and her ancestors followed the Knight Master to enter the customs. If her blood flows out, it might even shine golden. To be able to fight her on equal terms, her level is really not low.

If the Blood Knight was matched normally and drew the Longmen team that didn't care so much about winning or losing the game, or Sargon's big crocodile, or the small officer of the Bolivarian United Government, the game would not have ended up like this.

But unfortunately, someone was smart enough to pick an opponent for him who seemed the easiest to bully.

The Blood Knight certainly wouldn't blame Charne, and Charne certainly wouldn't blame himself. In his opinion, his original intention was good, but the execution was bad.

In the final analysis, isn't it because the Blood Knight didn't work hard enough? If he was stronger and killed Fremont, wouldn't there be so many problems?

There was no need for him to add so much workload and come to the Supervisory Committee to re-draw the list of players for the competition.

"Who was originally scheduled to play against whom in the next match?"

Russell asked.

Qicharne pursed his lips and replied with some resistance:

"Mr. Maenna hits Chongyue."

Russell's eyes suddenly widened and she looked at Charney. Her expression and voice revealed her disbelief:

"Are you serious?"

"You dare to let Maenna fight a contestant who has no background or knowledge of this kind?"

Ma Enna, who was standing aside, watched all this indifferently. Hearing Russell's words, he frowned with some dissatisfaction and asked back:

"Why not?"

Russell looked at Maenna and sighed.

It’s not that she doesn’t have confidence in Mauna, she just doesn’t want any accidents to happen.

Mainna is very powerful, but the one opposite him, Zhongyue, is also well-known in Yan Country and is respected as the "Grandmaster".

There are indeed many people who deceive the world and steal reputation in this land, but Yan State is not a small country, and Russell is not sure how valuable this "master" is.

A professor from Leitania who looked very weak defeated all of them instantly, including the Blood Knight whose strength was recognized by Russell. Who knows what kind of results a grandmaster from Yan Country who is even more powerful than the professor can achieve?

"Maena, we don't mean anything else. We just want to be on the safe side."

Russell briefly explained, but still insisted:

"Let's switch. Let this Grandmaster fight someone else. Give Maenna an opponent we all know a little bit better."

"I know everything about you..."

Charne was silent for a moment, and a candidate really came to his mind.

But when she thought of that unruly girl, Charne hesitated again. After all, she was a little famous in Casimir, having won the three Knights' Special Championships.

But Russell had already laid out the conditions, and the Business Federation had just made a mistake in selecting its opponent, so there was no room for argument at this moment. Charney had no choice but to speak truthfully:

"There is indeed such a candidate who meets your requirements."

Russell raised an eyebrow: "Who?"

Charney took out a file from his file bag and handed it to Russell. The owner of the file was a person they were both very familiar with:

"black Knight."

"Black Knight - Mace, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Russell's tone was somewhat nostalgic as he took the file.

If someone were to ask when the golden age of Casimir knightly competition began, the first impression that would come to the minds of most Casimir people would definitely be the blond Caprini.

The unprecedented triple crown champion, the absolute strongest man who dominates the world, the golden-haired war god who has never been defeated.

She changed her title from "a defective Leitanian who cannot cast spells" to "a natural warrior" with her own hands, but she abandoned the wealth and honor without regrets and retired from Casimir. There are too many legends about her.

She had indeed ushered in an era, an era in which all knight competition enthusiasts went crazy for taking advantage of the bargains and shouted "buy and you win", an era in which the Chamber of Commerce was furious but could do nothing about her, and an era in which the Casimir knight competition truly flourished throughout the country.

Putting these aside, as the leader of the Supervisory Council, Russell certainly knew some of the secrets behind the mace.

For example, her retirement.

The mace was supposed to be "missing". After she ignored the warnings of the Business Federation and insisted on completely crushing and defeating the opponent trained by the Business Federation on the field, and won the third special championship gold trophy, she was included in the list of "must be eliminated" by the Business Federation.

No dealer can allow a person who can win as soon as he sits at the table and bring countless people to win with him to continue to exist. This is a disruption to the entire gambling game, especially since she doesn't cooperate with the dealer at all and is not even willing to restrain herself, making it impossible for anyone to make money!

The Wuzhou League set their sights on her and almost sent out all their forces. At that time, Baijin, the two Qingjins, and even the leader of the Wuzhou League, Xuantie himself, took action personally and shot out their own "swords" like a meteor.

But even so, they still couldn't kill the Black Knight.

The Black Knight was forced into a desperate situation but still held on long enough until the young man, who was also from Kjerag, spent a large sum of money to buy the mace from the Commercial Union.

It's Kjerag again.

Kjerag and Casimir really are inseparable.

Russell glanced at the file and smiled helplessly:

"After so many years, she dared to bring up the file just by changing her nationality and affiliation. It really fits her personality."

"Is she fighting on behalf of Sherag?"

Charne thought for a moment, nodded, and then shook his head:

"Yes and no."

"Shelagh's representative is Mr. Jeston Williams. That Liberian warrior is Ernst's confidant. In the competition at the Rose Arena, he was proven to be evenly matched with the Grandmaster."

"As for the Black Knight, she represents Kjerag's other faction - [Kalan Trade]."

Russell suddenly realized: "Ernst's brother? I remember his name was Enxioudis Shivaash, right? Do the two brothers have a bad relationship?"

Charne thought for a moment, pointed to Maenna and made an analogy:

"You can refer to Mr. Maenna and Knight Yao."

Maena: “……..?”

Russell suddenly understood and nodded: "So that's it."

Ma Enna seemed to be cueed for no apparent reason: "What do you know now?"

"Margaret is too naive. It is simply wishful thinking to think that she can defeat the rule maker within the rules."

Charney shrugged.

"You are right, but if things were as simple as you said, the Blood Knights would not have lost, and we would not be gathered here to discuss the next opponent."

This is the fact. The so-called rules are like a battle between fields. In the end, whoever has the bigger fist will have his or her rules implemented.

Casimir's fist is obviously not big enough, so we can't just declare Casimir the winner.

Maenna glanced at Charne and did not argue. He was no longer like a child, who would argue and argue when hearing something he did not like. Even when his boss was so unreasonable, he would still nod and bow.

If you say yes, then it is. If I say one more word to you, it means that I am asking for too little.

Charney was not amused, so he got back to the point:

"Then the Black Knight?"

Russell thought for a moment and nodded: "Then let's go with the Black Knight."

Compared to other characters such as the bespectacled reporter from Colombia and the Iberian judge with a hand cannon, although the Black Knight is powerful, his background and methods are clear after all.

The Commercial Federation and the Supervisory Council have a lot of information about the Black Knights' battles in previous years. Although they are basically one-sided crushing victories, they may not be without teaching significance. What if Mainna can see something from them?

To take a step back, even if they were to compete in strength, Russell still had some doubts as to whether the Black Knight's strength could really be compared with that of Mainna.

After all, in his early days, Manna had single-handedly destroyed a rebellious knight group and several Leithanian tower warlocks. Such a brilliant record was naturally more than one level higher than the Black Knight's record of just being violent in the ring.

Charney nodded slightly, took note of this, and then asked: