People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"I'll leave the rest of the matter to you, Yelena. I promise you that I will become the leader again based on my achievements rather than empty words. I will never let my promise at that time become empty talk, and I will never let you regret having believed in me!"

Tallulah said seriously.

Yelena opened her mouth slightly, tilted her head and looked at Bozhukasti. The Sarkaz warrior said nothing and nodded calmly.

Yelena snorted:

“No one asked for my opinion.”

But he didn't mean to refuse anymore.

Tallulah's decisiveness and determination really surprised Clausewitz and Angelica.

Clausewitz looked into Tallulah's eyes until she showed no signs of wavering. Then he nodded:

"In that case."

"I will keep my promise."

"Miss Alina's injury cannot be delayed. We must leave tonight."

Bozhukas took the initiative to say:

"I'll take you there."

The old Sakaz and the Sakta girl looked at each other, as if they had guessed something. This time, they did not refuse but nodded:

"Then I'll leave it to you, Captain."

Chapter 436: Bozhukasti, do you know Kjerag?

Ursus, tundra.

These three figures would appear out of place even in the most open places in society.

A rare creature among the demons, the last pure-blooded Wendigo, and theoretically the only one worthy of being called the Lord of the Wendigo Court.

It's not uncommon for Sarkaz to be in a miserable state, but it's rare for them to be so miserable. Most of the destructions that people know of refer to individuals or families, or at most a country, but Bozhukasti's death symbolizes the extinction of an entire race.

This is the fact. In the human definition of a race, the extinction of pure blood means the extinction of a race. This is why we try our best to protect the native species.

And after Bodrocasti's death, in the future, even if there were a half-blood Wendigo whose blood was 99% pure, a Lord of the Blood Demon Court at the level of Dukare to purify his blood, and a Scavenger at the level of Nezre to teach him what war was, he would never be able to recover to Bodrocasti's level.

The king's court collapsed, and the ancients finally passed away. This is really sad.

But even so, Bozhukasti still chose this path. He left Kazdel, the land where civil war was about to break out, to fight against the fate of the Sarkaz, but he ultimately could not escape the fate of war that would haunt the Sarkaz forever.

He became famous in a foreign country, and eventually became a ghost wandering on the snowy fields, bearing the ironic and tragic title of "Patriot".

But he has no regrets.

He even wants to defend all of this because this is the path he chose.

Therefore, he was particularly wary of the two people in front of him.

"Who...are you...?"

he asked again.

Just like the answers she gave several times before, Angelica turned her head and answered in a calm and confident tone:

"One Sarkaz, and one Shakota."

"We do not distinguish between each other by race, we only call each other that way to satisfy your curiosity. In our community, we call each other brothers and sisters."

"Dr. Clausewitz, he is my elder brother."

How strange it is that a little girl from Sakta who looks no more than thirty years old - at least according to Sakta's lifespan, she is indeed a little girl - actually calls a Sakaz, who is dressed in rags and has the demeanor of an ascetic Japanese monk, "brother".

Bozhukas was undoubtedly surprised, but compared to surprise, he was more skeptical.

"Where are you from?"

"The Holy Mountain Hermitage, the headquarters is currently located in Lateran. But the pioneers have been waiting for the opportunity."

Angelica's tone was full of reverence:

"Waiting for the right time to lead us back to our spiritual homeland to meet the gentleman who led the way."

"To guide...to enlighten?"

Bozhukasti felt that there should be no problem with his punctuation.

But precisely because there was no problem, he felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this sentence.

No....is...is there?

He was unsure, and wanted to ask a few more questions, but Clausewitz had already interrupted Angelica, and his voice was full of reprimands:

"The Pioneer has emphasized many times that there should be no worship between us. Angelica, you have been criticized many times by the organization for your attitude towards the Pioneer. Now that you have improved, why are you committing the same mistake again?"

Angelica pouted a little aggrieved:

"Can you blame others for this?"

"After the guide told me the name, I went to the notary office to look up his deeds out of curiosity. Clausewitz, you don't know, he is simply... ah! I can't say it anymore, it's really suffocating me!"

Angelica stamped her feet in annoyance.

Clausewitz was not surprised by Angelica's behavior. It would be better to say that all Sakotas were like this. When there were many people around, he would pay attention to his image. But once there were more acquaintances, his originally cheerful personality would immediately take over, and he would hang up the shackles called reserved rationality and whip them until he became completely depraved.

Clausewitz seemed to take Bozocasti's emotions into consideration when he explained:

"Don't be surprised, Mr. Bozhukasti. You may not have seen many Sakotas, so your impression of them may not be accurate, but Angelica is usually like this. She was so serious in the camp just now, which is a rare form of her."

Bozhukas nodded noncommittally.

Hasn’t he seen much of Sakota?

A bit too much actually.

But what Clausewitz said was indeed correct. He did not know much about the character of Sakhota. Compared with its character, he knew more about the quality of Sakhota's meat.

After a moment of silence, Bozhukas asked the question that concerned him most:

"Who is your...leader...?"

"What is the relationship between the Holy Mountain... the Priory... and the Tower of Babel?"

Clausewitz paused.

He turned his head and looked at Bozhukast. The hideous scar on the old Sarkaz's wrinkled face seemed to highlight its existence and was particularly eye-catching.

He opened his mouth and said:

"The Pioneer, Andoen, was born in Sakota, Iberia. He is called the Pioneer not because he has any special abilities, but because he walks faster, walks earlier, and walks longer."

"As for the relationship between the Holy Mountain Hermitage and the Tower of Babel, Captain Bozhukas, what do you think is the relationship?"

"What does an organization founded by an Iberian-born Sakota in Lateran have to do with the former supporters of His Majesty the Demon King?"

Bozhukas was speechless. He had actually thought of this result. No, it would be better to say that this result was the one with the highest probability.

He just found it a little hard to accept. After all, the long sigh that sounded in the Sarkaz bloodline when His Highness died was too long and too heavy. Bozhukasti still remembers it vividly to this day.

Therefore, when the Holy Mountain Hermitage, a "medical education organization without borders" with ideals similar to the Tower of Babel organization founded by Theresa, suddenly appeared on the Ursus tundra, Bozhukas subconsciously thought that this would be a continuation of Theresa's will.

It's no wonder he thinks so much. After all, in this cesspool-like land, there are indeed too many despicable people and too few discerning people. And there is no doubt that both of them have some inherited attributes.

"In fact, it cannot be said that there is no connection."

Clausewitz said,

“I was once a member of Babel.”

"On the day His Highness was assassinated, I was one of the people dispatched to attack Kazdel. The scar on my face was left at that time."

"When Kal'tsit and the others raised the flag on the wall of Kazdel, I was also thinking that we had won. My injury was meaningful. Kazdel will no longer have to face war in the future. The rebellious military committee will be disbanded. Tracy is the only blood relative of His Highness, and he may be able to survive, but our victory is beyond doubt..."

“That’s how it should be.”

Clausewitz's voice suddenly stopped. He kept his mouth shut and remained silent about what happened next.

Angelica was a little puzzled. This was the first time she heard Clausewitz talk about his past. In the past, she just thought that this predecessor of the Holy Mountain Hermitage was very mysterious. He was obviously a "notorious" Sarkaz, but he recognized the most and understood the philosophy of the Holy Mountain Hermitage the most. He obviously had extraordinary skills, but he always held a staff and did medical work, almost never doing anything. He was obviously a member of the hermitage, but when he looked at the leader, he was always absent-minded, as if he was looking for another shadow in him.

It seems that this is related to the "Highness" of the Sarkaz and the organization called "Tower of Babel"?

Angelica, who had grown up in the Lateran, did not understand these things and had never heard of the legends about the Tower of Babel and Theresa. She wanted to hear more, but Clausewitz stopped her with a stern and sad look.

Bozhukas understood.

He no longer asked what happened to this survivor of the Tower of Babel after His Highness was assassinated, and how he established contact with the Lateran Holy Mountain Hermitage and joined it. These things were no longer important.

He just felt a little touched. After a person died, there were still people who continued to hold on to the little spark that she had ignited, trying to make the flame burn more vigorously. Does this mean that the person is still alive?

If one day, he also faces the inevitable death, Yelena will inherit his ideals and help him in the fight against fate.

"Mr. Bodjocasti."

The patriot's reverie was interrupted by Clausewitz's call. This master of Originium art, who could travel long distances while continuously using the wind to support Alina in her quilt to ensure that she maintained a balanced state and did not have her wound torn three times - as for why it was three times, a red dragon knew it - looked at him, and the breeze suddenly turned into a wind barrier, blocking Angelica's hearing.

Ignoring Angelica's silent astonishment and her scratching of her head out of curiosity, Clausewitz said slowly:

"Mr. Bozhukasti, it's best not to let Angelica hear these words. I'm not hiding it, it's just not the right time."

"Do you know what happened after the collapse of the Tower of Babel? A company called Rhodes Island was born from the remaining shell of the Tower of Babel. Most of the Sarkaz of Theresia's faction, excluding me, joined that company."

"They left Kazdel under the leadership of Kel'tsit and Theresa's successor named Amiya, and eventually became what the world knows today - a large multinational pharmaceutical company."

"Of course, their connection with the Holy Mountain Hermitage is not about pharmaceutical work. The Hermitage will also purchase drugs produced in Rhodes Island, which are of good quality and low price, but this is not the most fundamental connection between us. The connection between us comes from a transit person. He is hope, the future, and the forerunner of the forerunner. I even think that he is the miracle after His Highness' reincarnation!"

"There is no such thing as reincarnation... for the Sarkaz." Bozhukast's eyes flickered, as if he was questioning.

But Clausewitz held his head high, unmoved, without the slightest fear:

"You should be able to sense my emotions. I am not exaggerating or expressing admiration. I am just stating the facts as I know them."

Bozhukas hesitated for a moment and said:

"So...he is...the one...the girl was talking about?"

"Yes."

Clausewitz paused, and suddenly cut into a topic that seemed to have nothing to do with the previous discussion.

"You know what, Shelagh?"

Ticket checking for the carnival tomorrow, the 9rd, will begin at 7am. Considering the location of the hotel, I may have to set out at am to queue up.

According to my usual schedule, this time means that I basically have no sleep. After thinking about it, in order to avoid sudden death, I decided to take another day off.

terribly sorry!

After I return in two days, I will add more chapters to make up for the missed chapters.

At the same time, an illustration of Xiao Te [Past and Future] is also in production and is expected to be completed this month.

So, I'm very sorry, I have to take another day off!

good night.

Chapter 437: Semi-final opening ceremony!

Casimir, Grand Knight Leader Kavaleriaki, Pegasus Arena.

"After fierce competition, the exciting elimination round is drawing to a close! There is not even a moment to reminisce about the dozens of exciting battles that took place before. What is about to begin is the much-anticipated semi-finals!"

"Fremont vs. Jeston Williams!"

Big Mouth Mob's voice was trembling.

As a young man from the rural area of ​​Casimir, he never thought that one day he would be able to step onto such a grand stage and commentate on such an extraordinary event!

When he received the invitation to commentate on the competition, he wanted to kneel down on the spot and kowtow to the spokespersons of the Chamber of Commerce.

Because the Business Federation is undoubtedly his benefactor. In Casimir, the culture of knights has a long history. Although there was no systematic knight competition in ancient times, gladiatorial combat, racing, knight fashion shows and other activities still existed. In those competitions, there would never be an opportunity for an ordinary Casimir youth without a title, bloodline, or any prominent knight noble family to go on stage to commentate.

It was the Federation of Commerce and the profit-seeking capital that gave him the hope to embark on this path and reach this position. Now, standing on this supreme stage, in addition to excitement and excitement, Big Mouth Mob also has a strong sense of mission.

He will do his best to commentate on this game well.