People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Hearing Kal'tsit's confident answer, Ernst couldn't help but smile:

"It's not a very secret history. It's not too far away from today, less than two hundred years ago."

Kal'tsit nodded in understanding.

Less than two hundred years? Then she would be more confident.

If Ernst asked about something a little further away, involving some ancient secrets or pre-civilization creations, she might have to hesitate and consider whether to reveal it or how to reveal it. But if it was only about something that happened two hundred years ago, then there would be no problem, and she would definitely be able to answer it clearly.

Kal'tsit had a confident smile on her face, and her eyes were full of determination at this moment.

Ernst then said slowly:

"It seems that Kazdel of the Sarkaz was attacked by a coalition of Victoria, Gaul, and Leitania two hundred years ago, and was destroyed as a result. Do you have any idea about this?"

Kal'tsit was slightly startled, the confident smile on her face suddenly froze, her determined eyes suddenly became flustered, she opened her mouth and uttered a hesitant sound:

"Ah... this... this matter..."

"Kal'tsit?" Ernst called out in surprise.

Kal'tsit was like a kitten being strangled, her voice suddenly stopped. She looked at Ernst with a distorted expression, as if there was a sentence brewing in her throat, but she just couldn't say it.

After a while, she managed to squeeze out a sentence from between her teeth:

"I'm sorry, I don't know about this matter..."

"You don't know?" Ernst's voice rose a little due to surprise, attracting the attention of another staff member in the medical department's office.

Doctor Sarkaz, who was called "Warfarin" and had a sickly pale complexion, pulled out a blood bag from somewhere and began to suck it frantically while looking in Ernst's direction with interest.

Ernst didn't notice Mr. Blood (Warfarin's nickname) who had started a new mode of eating melons. He looked at Kal'tsit's embarrassed expression in disbelief:

"You don't know? That shouldn't be the case. This matter is also recorded in the History of the Sarkaz War. How could you not know?"

Kal'tsit said "MMP" but didn't know whether to say it or not.

Yes, this matter is also recorded in the "History of the Sarkaz War", so why don't you ask the author of that book! He Dalei... ahem, isn't Hedley in Kjerag?

No, Hedley knows me, and asking him would probably expose the truth...

Kal'tsit had never felt so tortured before. Compared to Ernst's "one-hit-kill" mental attacks in the past, this "question" was like cutting flesh with a blunt knife. The process was "enjoyable"!

But Kal'tsit had always called herself "Sakazutong" and she even knew the Fire Demon. It made no sense for her not to know about this happening in less than two hundred years.

Ernst was a little surprised. Of course, he could see the change in Kal'tsit's expression and sensed that there might be something strange. So he took a step back and gave Kal'tsit a way out:

"You don't know, or you can't tell?"

"Is there any secret in this matter?"

“I…I!”

Kal'tsit's breath fluctuated a little, and the word "huh" was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't say it for a moment.

She looked at Ernst, not quite sure what he knew so he asked this question on purpose to bully her, or whether he really knew nothing so he came to seek answers from her.

But after staring at each other for a long time, Ernst was frank and Kal'tsit had no choice but to give in.

Damn, it’s no big deal, just say it.

Taking a deep breath and gritting her teeth, Kal'tsit shook her head and said:

"No, this matter...actually...there is nothing secret about it."

"The Sarkaz were caught up in a frenzy of revenge, and their rise has threatened the peace of this land."

"For the stability of the surrounding countries, and for the peace of Terra for the next two hundred years...someone organized a coalition and sent an expedition to Kazdel. As you said, it included Victoria and Leitania in the core circle, as well as Gaul, which had not yet perished."

Ernst nodded. Although he didn't quite understand why Kal'tsit was hesitant just now but was willing to speak now, since she was willing to share, Ernst was too lazy to explore too much.

Everyone has secrets.

Ernst looked at this history and asked curiously:

"Who is that 'someone'?"

"What is his reason for organizing this coalition? Because he has evidence of the Sarkaz's revenge?"

"Of course there is evidence. Punishmentism - a kind of Sarkaz revenge fanaticism is obvious to all. The kings' courts reorganized their armaments, and the extreme radicals led by the Blood Demon Lord frequently appeared in Kazdel. At that time, the Demon King Elesh almost ignored political affairs and left everything to the king's court to deal with... It is foreseeable that under this situation, it is almost inevitable for the Sarkaz to embark on the road of war."

"So, the coalition forces of various countries went on an expedition to Kazdel first?"

Ernst raised his eyebrows and said,

"To curb this threat in advance?"

Kal'tsit nodded: "At least, that's what the organizers of the coalition forces judged at the time."

Ernst pursed his lips.

To be honest, this reason is quite abstract. But if we have to evaluate it, it can't be said to be completely wrong.

It is a simple truth that if safety hazards are discovered in advance, we cannot wait until they break out before dealing with them.

We learned in high school history textbooks what the appeasement policy of the group led by Britain and France before World War II led to. Didn't Britain and France think that the mustache was a threat? Not necessarily, they just wanted to divert this threat to their enemy, the newly emerging Soviet Union.

There is no "if" in history, but from today's perspective, many people have raised the question, or practiced it when playing games, whether those ambitions can be curbed if appeasement is not done. This has also spawned a famous gaming genre - the early war genre.

But are you going to say that the actions of the coalition forces and her organizers in the expedition to Kazdel were absolutely correct?

That’s not necessarily true.

Looking at World War II from a modern perspective, we can naturally conclude that curbing the mustache in advance was the right decision.

But in the historical context of the time, World War I had only ended for 20 years. After paying a huge price for a generation of casualties, the victorious countries had enjoyed the hard-earned fruits of victory for less than 20 years before they were caught off guard by the Great Depression brought about by the world economic crisis. Social contradictions continued, everyone was in danger, and it was natural for people not to want to fight.

It was people who voted for the mustache, and it was people who believed that Chamberlain could bring "peace for a generation" and cheered and applauded him.

Who could have thought that in the end, the prophecy of "this is not peace, but a 20-year truce" would come true?

People always hold on to luck. Before Sima Yi farted in Luoshui, political oaths were still quite convincing.

For any matter, we still need to analyze the specific issues specifically.

Ernst didn't know what the situation was with Kazdel at the time, so he naturally couldn't make an arbitrary judgment on whether the so-called threat was a threat or whether it had reached the point where it had to be contained in advance.

However, there is no doubt that the "coalition organizer" who proposed to "contain the Sarkaz" and was able to contact the Duke of Victoria, the Gallic sword-bearing nobles, and the Elector of Letania is definitely an absolutely dangerous person.

No one wants to be neighbors with such a person. Who knows when you will be regarded as a "threat" that must be suppressed in his eyes?

Although it was two hundred years ago and that person was most likely dead, but considering that there were many immortal species on Terra, Ernst decided to find out the name of that person.

"Kal'tsit, do you know that the organizer of the coalition is still alive?"

Kal'tsit, who had just felt relieved because Ernst was lost in thought, now felt anxious again.

A drop of sweat flowed down her temples, and she answered with a somewhat wandering look:

"Everyone has different opinions on whether to be alive or not. Being alive is a great proposition. If a person is alive physically but his spirit is dead, like a vegetable, is he alive? On the contrary, if a person's spirit is alive but his body is gone, is she alive? Furthermore, if a person has all the memories, appearance, personality and behavior of another person, and is another person from any angle, can she be said to be that person?"

Ernst was silent for a moment, sorted out Kelsey's inexplicable philosophical words, and said:

"You mean, alive?"

"Alive...?"

"died?"

"Dead...right?"

Ernst stared at her in silence. Kelsey turned her head away and sighed:

"Alive."

Why didn't you say this earlier?

Ernst rolled his eyes:

"What's his name and where is he now?"

"Why are you asking this...?" Kal'tsit asked vigilantly.

Ernst waved his hand:

"I don't mean anything else. I just want to block this guy. This kind of person is a bit too dangerous, don't you think?"

"Are you... okay?"

Ernst looked at Kelsey in confusion and changed his words:

"At least for what I'm going to do next, this kind of person is a little too dangerous."

Kelsey was startled, and alarm bells rang in her heart: "What are you going to do?"

"Okay, Kal'tsit, don't answer the question with a question. Who is he?"

Kal'tsit opened her mouth, but before she could answer, Warfarin, who had happily shown off her blood reserves and had a good meal, suddenly came up and called out:

"Kelsey, someone is looking for you!"

Kal'tsit trembled all over, and her eyes were as fast as lightning, piercing towards Warfarin.

But Huafalin pointed outside the door.

Kal'tsit finally came to her senses, and heaved a sigh of relief. She looked at Warfarin gratefully, and quickly apologized to Ernst:

"Sorry, excuse me."

Then he ran away without saying anything and very rudely.

Looking at Kal'tsit's somewhat flustered back and recalling her reaction just now, Ernst rubbed his chin and looked at Warfarin thoughtfully.

"Miss Warfarin, right?"

"That's right, it's you!"

Huafalin smiled. Perhaps because she was full of melon, she was particularly nice to Ernst. She didn't have the cold-blooded beauty that she seemed to be when they first met.

Maybe this is her nature?

"what happened?"

Warfarin asked.

Ernst opened his mouth and was about to say something, but then changed his tone and shook his head:

"nothing."

"uh-huh?"

Huafalin looked at Ernst with some surprise.

"You're quite an interesting person. You guessed something, right? Why didn't you ask?"

"Everyone has secrets," Ernst said.

Kelsey likes to use some small puns to express her ideas, which makes Ernst have many subconscious double associations.

Kal'tsit's reaction just now was obviously unnatural. Her evasive attitude could be explained in many ways, such as which coalition commander was her acquaintance or friend, or she had some connection with the war.

But if that were all, there would be no need for her to be so panicked and hesitant.

Ernst could see some clues, but it was not a big problem. There are no eternal enemies, nor eternal friends. Just keep it in mind.

Aren’t the Banshee Lord of the Sarkaz, the blood demon Warfarin, and all the other Sarkaz he met when he was wandering around Rhodes Island still here?

He smiled and said:

"At least we are in a cooperative relationship now, right?"

"Cooperation....Cooperation~"

Warfarin grinned.

"Well, it's really nice to have a partner like you."

"Well, since you don't ask, I won't answer. Although I may not say anything even if you ask."

"Shelagh is a nice place, and you are a nice guy too. I will go off the ship and take a walk this time."

Huafalin said.

Ernst clapped his hands and smiled, thanking him in a businesslike manner: "Thank you very much for your patronage."

Outside the medical department, Kal'tsit was lying on the door, her ears trembling as she listened to the sounds in the room. The "huh" that was about to come out of her throat was finally swallowed back.

Very good, under Ernst's high-pressure training, her ability to withstand pressure has been significantly improved!