People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Duke Caister took a deep look at Ernst, his expression somewhat meaningful:

"The suggestions made by Prime Minister Ernst are quite constructive."

"But I have a question. Who can guarantee that if Victoria or other countries help the Sarkaz to establish a country and grow stronger, they will not bite back?"

"The Sarkaz are not easy to deal with. Prime Minister Ernst may not know that period of history, but according to Victoria's records, about two hundred years ago, Terra once organized a crusade against the Sarkaz and their [Kazdel]."

"The participants in the war included Victoria, Gaul, and Leitania. For some reason, the commander of the coalition did not leave his name. But she still left a famous speech that has been passed down to the world."

Duke Caister coughed lightly and recited the history in a chanting manner:

[I know everything that the Sarkaz are planning. Hatred is an incurable terminal illness, and your revenge will bring incurable scars to the earth.]

[For the stability of the surrounding countries and for the next two hundred years of peace, ambitions must be eliminated in advance. ]

Ernst's brows furrowed and the corners of his mouth twitched.

His first reaction was: "Ah? There is such a cruel thing. I know what you are doing. Can such words be used as an excuse to declare war?"

But then he realized that the commander of the coalition must have some solid evidence to prove that the Sarkaz began to plot revenge after establishing Kazdel, so he launched the expedition. The leaders of the three countries at that time must have seen some benefits from it.

This situation is not uncommon. For example, the United States joined the World War I out of considerations of national interests, and in the end it reaped the benefits. However, the motivation for their declaration of war was the infringement of American interests by Germany's unrestricted submarine warfare, as well as the famous "Zimmerman Telegram" that united Mexico against the United States.

Well, that should be the case.

However, this was the first time he had heard of the details of this period of history. Kjerag's books did not record this, probably because it was not a national campaign, but rather a campaign of some nobles. The few foreign history books that Ernst had read only briefly mentioned this.

Considering that this issue involves the Sarkaz, I can ask Kal'tsit when I have a chance. She may know something.

Ernst silently made note of this matter in his heart, and he also knew the reason why Duke Kaster brought up this matter.

The Sarkaz are dishonest.

Even if the nations of the earth help them to establish their nation, they will most likely rebel. By then, countries like Victoria will be faced with a Kazdel that has its own national system, is more united, more stable, but also more troublesome.

By then, not to mention the cost of the attack, the investment in helping Kazdel in the early stage alone is doomed to be a total loss.

Why do the countries on earth do this?

Ernst sighed inwardly.

This is the chain of suspicion. If I don't help you, you will be evil and may rebel, so I need to beat you. If I help you, you will be evil and may rebel, but you may not. If you don't rebel, that's good. But if you rebel, I will not only have to beat you, but also beat you after the difficulty is upgraded, and I will have to sit back and watch my investment go down the drain. And relatively speaking, the possibility of your rebellion is very high, so everyone will make this conclusion.

Anyway, we will be beaten in the end, so it’s better not to help you from the beginning. If I see you want to develop, I will just beat you up, and I can save some money.

Ernst had to admit that this situation was indeed difficult to resolve, because it was not a problem that only the Earth Kingdoms had, the Sarkaz also had to make an effort.

Not only does Ernst need to convince the nations of the Earth, but the Sarkaz also need a leader who is capable, prestigious, sincere, and willing to promote reconciliation. Otherwise, this plan will be empty talk.

But where can Ernst find such a Sarkaz?

The current leader of the Sarkaz is Tracys. No matter what he is like in private, the image he shows to the outside world is that of a real iron-blooded hawk. If you talk to him about tomorrow and the future, he will talk to you about how many people to kill tomorrow and how many killing targets to achieve in the future. What is there to talk about?

Ernst let out a long sigh:

"The Sarkaz issue is just my personal opinion. This plan is not mature yet, and the root cause is not only us, but also the Sarkaz. Such a major issue will surely become a huge obstacle on the agenda of the World Summit in the future. Terra needs to work together."

"But Your Excellency, Duke of Caister, regarding the handling of Londinium City, I still have to advise you: Please pay more attention to the people from the lower classes, and try to reduce casualties when you capture the city."

Duke Caister smiled slightly, with a hint of coldness in his smile:

"The sound of the Sarkaz and the traitor being beheaded by the guillotine was the only sound I could hear coming from the bottom."

"But, Prime Minister Ernst, I will certainly listen to your advice. I will also keep your proposal for the Sarkaz in mind."

"As your elder, I can promise you in the name of Duke Caister that if you want to implement your plan to normalize the Sarkaz in your country, I will not stop you and will even support you."

Her eyes flickered, her voice paused slightly, and she continued:

“This commitment, of course, also applies to any other position I hold.”

Ernst understood what Duke Caister meant in an instant.

What other position could it be? You are already the Grand Duke. Is there any position in Victoria that can allow you to move up?

You old man, you want to be the emperor.

Victoria's seat at the Summit of Nations has always been certain, but who will sit in that seat has always been undecided.

The Duke of Caster, the Duke of Windermere, the Duke of Godottin, and the Duke of Wellington, in theory, each of them has the strength to compete for this position. But because of this, none of them is absolutely sure to take this position.

The attack on Londinium was also a competition of "whoever enters Xianyang first will be king" to see if anyone breaks the rules.

The Duke of Castle had obviously made up her mind. She wanted to skip this step and reserve the chair in advance here in Ernst, at the International Summit.

Ernst gave an innocent smile and nodded, but did not answer.

Noncommittal.

My mother gave birth to me! I am stupid and I don’t understand!

The Duke of Caster did not continue to hint, but shrugged and stood up.

The matter is settled.

"Rita, please see Prime Minister Ernst off for me."

Miss Rita Scamander, who had been pretending to be a wooden figure for more than an hour, stood up her drooping ears again and said:

"clear."

She turned around and looked at Ernst: "Prime Minister Ernst, please."

Ernst took a step forward and followed her out of the living room and walked towards the entrance.

No one noticed that at this moment, at the window of the Duke of Caster's private residence, where theoretically no Casimir would dare to install eavesdropping equipment and which was strictly guarded by Fiona and no suspicious person approached, a thin cloud of smoke followed Ernst as he left and dissipated outside the window.

Today is the first day that Ascalon begins its tracking and surveillance mission.

It was also the day when her mood fluctuated the most since the collapse of the Tower of Babel and the departure of Her Highness Theresa.

"Ernst Shivaash."

I don't know how many times I have silently repeated this name. Askalon covered his left chest with his hands. Even through the thick barrier that made Sakota jealous, he could still feel the obviously accelerated beating inside.

She suddenly understood why Kal'tsit valued Ernst.

What a pity! If His Highness were here, they would definitely be able to chat...

Feeling regretful, Ascalon also made a decision.

I have to keep an eye on him for Your Highness.

Chapter 425 Kal'tsit: Ascalon, meal replacements cannot be eaten as meals!

Rhode Island, Medical Department.

Looking out the porthole at the deep night, Kal'tsit's mood was far from being as calm as the distant horizon disappearing under the cold light of the two moons.

She was a little nervous. If the degree of her nervousness could be reflected in her cup size, she would probably be an F cup now.

Ascalon has been out for a day, and there is still no news. Kal'tsit is very concerned about this.

She knew Ascalon's style of action. This master assassin was the type who would never give up until she achieved her goal. She would never give up on any mission as long as the mission goal had not been achieved. Even if she came forward to ask her to stop, it might not have any effect.

Because, there were only two people who could command her, both at the Tower of Babel and in her short life. One died, becoming the white moonlight in everyone's heart. The other was still alive, but his condition was not much different from that of a dead person.

Frozen in the sarcophagus and "recuperating", if no one wakes it up, it will be just a piece of hard and difficult to damage frozen meat.

Because of this, it was normal that Ascalon did not return to Rhodes Island to report to him. She was responsible for the safety of Rhodes Island and the [Demon King] Amiya, and there was no reason for her to report to him. The two of them should actually have equal authority in Rhodes Island.

But for some reason, Kal'tsit still felt a little uneasy. This uneasy feeling even made her unable to eat and sleep.

Oh, it may also be because I felt dizzy too much during the day these two days and I didn’t sleep enough.

"Nothing will happen to Ascalon, right?"

This thought suddenly popped up in her mind, and she couldn't help but shook her head.

It doesn't make sense. Askalon is a well-trained Sarkaz warrior, and Ernst is the tender and delicate son of Kalan. To put it simply, he is as popular as Tang Monk. How could he pose any threat to Askalon?

Kal'tsit can confidently say that if Yelagund does not take action, let alone Ernst, even in the entire Great Knight Territory Cavaleriaki, there are no more than three... four... uh, at least no more than the number on both hands!

It seems the risk is quite high if you think this way.

Kal'tsit couldn't help but get nervous. She took out her communication terminal and hesitated whether to call Askalon. But she was worried that this call might become an opportunity for Askalon to be "exposed", thus ruining the whole thing, so she stopped dialing.

There is no way. When other people make this call, they just think of the plot in the movie, where a stupid teammate suddenly receives a phone call that ruins everything when the protagonist is ambushing or hiding. But Kal'tsit is different.

Others were just having fun, but she was looking in the mirror. In her long life experience of more than 10,000 years, she had really done such a thing.

All I can say is that the past is too painful to look back on. When you have experienced enough, anything is possible.

Fortunately, before Kal'tsit's uneasiness reached its peak, a slight "click" sound was heard.

The sound of the door opening came.

Kal'tsit's ears twitched slightly, and she immediately raised her head and walked out of the office.

She came out at just the right time, blocking Ascalon who was passing through the corridor.

"Ascalon?"

Kal'tsit looked at Ascalon carefully from head to toe with some concern.

The hood is intact, the clothes are normal, the hair is a little messy, as if it has been crumpled, but overall there is no damage, except for the expression, which looks a little surprised and embarrassed, and... a little guilty?

Kal'tsit felt a little strange, but when she blinked her eyes, all the abnormalities of Ascalon disappeared, as if the master assassin had never shown such an expression.

Ascalon frowned slightly and looked at Kal'tsit:

"Kelsey, what's wrong?"

"I'm... fine."

Kal'tsit stared at Askalon's expression suspiciously for a while, but couldn't find any flaws in it, so she could only continue to ask,

"I'm waiting for you. Today...did you gain anything from the mission to monitor Ernst?"

"reward?"

Askalon looked away slightly, and the fleeting embarrassment on his face reappeared. This time, Kal'tsit caught it clearly!

"I gained a lot. Ernst really surprised me."

"Maybe I should change my opinion of him... He does want to help the Sarkaz..."

Askalon's voice rarely stuttered, as if analyzing intelligence and organizing language had become a new lesson for her. Until the end, she said with some emotion and feeling,

"Kal'tsit... I understand your opinion of Ernst. He does have many similarities with His Highness... No, no, I shouldn't mention this."

Ascalon shook his head, suppressed the painful memories that resurfaced in his mind, took a deep breath, and regained his calm expression.

"Anyway, Kal'tsit, since you've given me this mission, you don't have to worry about this matter. I know what to do."

Kelsey's mouth opened wide.

The more Askalon spoke, the bigger her mouth got. In the end, it was almost as big as the cat and mouse team emoticon pack.

No, Ascalon, are you Ascalon?

Where did you hide the Ascalon I know? The Ascalon I know is a famous disciple of Teresis, who can hang Manfred up and beat him with one hand (not an adjective), and a cold-blooded Sarkaz who can complete any task ruthlessly and efficiently. A woman who stutters when she speaks and shows such... such... puzzling expressions!

Also, why did you mention His Highness? Why did you mention Theresa? What is the relationship between Ernst and Theresa, and why do you say they have any similarities?

What similarities are there between that cunning snow leopard and Theresa, who always treats people with sincerity? Why do you say you understand me? When did I ever give him such an evaluation?

Ernst! It's only been one day. While I was busy dealing with the infected in Plot Zero, what did you do to Ascalon secretly?

Kal'tsit felt that the frequency of her chest core suddenly increased a lot, and a familiar feeling of dizziness came over her again, as if it had become some kind of instinctive reaction, forcing her to shut down the computer and stop thinking too much.

But this time, Kal'tsit held it in!

She didn't utter a "huh" sound!

The only one who can make me "ho" is Ernst, not Ascalon! Kal'tsit has principles and will never accept second-hand "ho"!

With trembling lips, Kal'tsit covered her chest, trying to suppress the emotions that were about to overflow, and looked at Ascalon, suggesting:

"Ascalon, I say, how about we just reconcile like this?"

"Shelag is Rhodes Island's partner, and Ernst is my friend. After careful consideration, I think it is somewhat inappropriate to arrange assassins to follow a friend. Why don't we just leave it at that?"

"At this moment, that's all?"

Askalon was stunned for a moment, his eyebrows almost immediately raised, and his tone became a little colder.