People in Terra, governing a weird little country

It's not because she doesn't want to, but because it does involve the future of the Sarkaz. She needs more counselors, more opinions, and more thinking.

Ernst understood.

"Isn't this a coincidence?"

"I just want to set up a Shelag Sakaz Residents' Committee. When the time comes, we can all discuss the matter together!"

Nasti opened her mouth wide, and there was something wrong with the look in her eyes when she looked at Ernst.

No, Mr. "Life" who is indispensable to my "nine-death" dream, how come it seems that you have thought of everything I have considered in advance?

You can read my heart, you are the worm in my stomach, you are a Sarkaz disguised as a snow leopard.

Why don't you choose one of these three?

Chapter 468 Nastie is preparing a surprise for Ernst

The mudstone is stunning.

She had been shocked many times since arriving in Kjerag.

The friendly attitude of the Kjerag people towards her, the unheard-of knowledge that Nasti taught her, and the society called "peace" that she saw in Kjerag, which she longed for but had never heard of in the past.

But all these combined were not as shocking as the one she felt today.

The mudstone actually hasn't been sending any signals to the north wind.

She really liked Kjerag, and this feeling was not fake. But she still had some doubts in her heart - what kind of person was behind the name Ernst, the one who created all this, the one that was mentioned by Kjerag, Nastie, and was everywhere in this society?

She saw it today.

Even though she was very nervous and worried that after meeting Ernst, she would find that this famous big shot was no different from those who recruited Sarkaz mercenaries to do their dirty work, she still chose to follow Nastie.

Rather, she asked herself, she was already mentally prepared for this.

Even if Ernst was really that kind of person, she would still send a letter to the North Wind, inviting her to come to Kjerag. After all, this place is really nice.

But Ernst still exceeded her imagination, broke all the limitations in her mind, and made her mental preparation completely wrong, leaving her alone.

Behind every item Ernst and Nastie talked about was a huge amount of information, which directly overwhelmed her little brain, which was not particularly smart to begin with.

The eldest Sarkaz girl didn't remember how she walked out of the room. It was not until she returned to the construction site in a daze and picked up her red bucket that she felt her soul coming back a little.

Well, maybe he didn’t come back, but just took out the things stored in the red bucket?

But that doesn't matter anymore.

"Ms. Nastie!"

Mudstone took off her safety helmet. She had modified the two holes on it herself to accommodate her special horns.

Her voice was so loud that Nastie, who was also thinking, was startled. She turned her head and looked at her with a look of doubt on her face:

"Mud Rock? What's wrong with you?"

"I want to take a leave!" said Mudstone.

This was her first time doing this. As a mercenary before, her job was very flexible, with only two states: alive or dead. Either she was alive and continued to take on missions, or she had no work to do.

But there are rules on the construction site: subordinates are not allowed to talk back to their superiors! Asking for leave also requires reporting in advance and waiting for approval!

Of course, rules are dead, but people are alive. It was the first time that Nasti encountered a worker who yelled so loudly when asking for leave, and she was speechless.

"What's the matter?"

“I want to write someone a letter!”

"to whom?"

Nasti answered subconsciously, but seeing Mudstone's embarrassed expression, she shook her head and rubbed her temples:

"Sorry, I'm asking too many questions. This is not part of the job scope. You don't have to tell me."

"Your leave request has been approved. Go ahead and remember to come back to work tomorrow morning."

Mudstone nodded happily, turned around and trotted away from the construction site, leaving Nastie standing there alone.

In the past, the director of Rhine Life Engineering, who was known for his strictness, would definitely not have agreed to his subordinate's leave request so easily, let alone for such a confusing reason.

Write a letter? Can't you write it after work? Are you so anxious for just a moment? Who are you writing to?

But now, thanks to Ernest, she also needs to slow down.

"Ah! Speaking of which..."

Nasti reached into her chest pocket and took out a small necklace.

The amber necklace reflects an enchanting light in the sun. If you look closely, you can find that there are traces of spells flowing in its core.

A small [Bane's Blessing].

It is not a simple thing like [Witch's Kiss] that can be produced by just kissing the gem. This small [Blessing] contains a spell carefully selected by Nastie. The spell is sealed with Sarkaz witchcraft and made into the shape of a necklace, a small disposable witchcraft altar.

Among them was a spell of protection.

She had originally planned to give this to Ernst as a gift to thank him for finding a civil engineer for her...ahem, the Son of Earth and Stone.

But the shock she just received was so great that she actually forgot about it!

But...

Nasti held the small gem in her hand, with a helpless arc on her lips.

What can I say? Fortunately, I didn't send it out?

This gift was obviously not as good as the one Ernst gave her. The difference in value was too great. If she gave it away, it would make Nasti seem like she did not value the sincere feelings between them.

Although Ernst would probably say something like "A gift from a thousand miles away is worth more than the sentiment behind it" and then gladly accept it, but Nastie is a principled witch!

Although Ernst's proposed amendments were mixed with a lot of political elements, those political elements that were disgusting in the past actually promoted the progress of her project this time.

To put it simply, the policy supports it!

Even without considering the establishment of the Sarkaz nation, Kazdelnia was her dream. She offered her talent and banshee knowledge to Christen, the partner of this dream. So what she offered to Ernst, the investor of this dream, must not be just a small [Banshee's Blessing].

It would take a big [Bane's Blessing]!

Nasti stared at her bone pen. This bone pen, which she had modified and actually filled with a refill, had been with her for a long time...

Of course she couldn't give this away!

But it reminded her of something.

She couldn't make up her mind on the matter of the Sarkaz nation-building, but that didn't mean she didn't know someone who could give authoritative opinions on behalf of the Sarkaz Banshee Clan.

Although Nasti is a loner, although she practices science instead of witchcraft, and although even her spells have become Colombian accents, she is still a witch in the royal court after all!

"Mudstone reminds me that maybe I should write a letter."

"The Lady of the Vale... No, Elfaniel has inherited the Banshee Court."

Nastie rubbed her chin.

"Now should I call Hegu... the Queen Mother?"

I don't know why, but Nasti always feels a little awkward to be called that.

But that’s what it means.

It's time to ask the Queen Mother to take action!

Returning to the office, Nasti took out the letter paper and began to draw the light golden spell with the bone pen. Those were the words that only the banshee could understand and use.

After writing for thirty minutes, and correcting six grammatical errors, five incorrect words, and eight ambiguous meanings in a sweat, Nasti finally completed this lengthy "Secret Letter from the Valley" which was condensed into only about fifty words.

She was about to get up and look for the messenger, but after thinking for a moment, she unfolded the letter and added a sentence at the bottom:

[Dear Ms. Ramalen, I also have a piece of information that may be of interest to you: your child, Lord of the Banshee King's Court, the Evening Bell Singer - Lord Aifanil, is also in Shelagh at this time. I look forward to your long-awaited reunion with him.

——Regards from Nastie. 】

"Well, that should be fine!"

Nasti checked it again and confirmed that all the grammar was completely correct so that Ms. Lamaren would not have to retake her course in witchcraft literature. Only then did she put away the letter with satisfaction, sealed it, and left the office with the letter.

What? Worried that Kjerag's messenger wouldn't be able to find the Banshee's Valley?

This kind of problem may indeed exist, but who said that Nastie was looking for Kjerag's messenger?

Nasti noticed it when Logos met last time.

Ms. Lamaren, are you secretly watching your son?

That mechanical car with a strange aesthetic was indeed equipped with a lot of anti-perception spells against banshees, and the level was not low. It was obviously made by the big banshee of the valley, or even by Ms. Lamaren herself. Even a banshee lord as powerful as Logos could not detect it through perception.

Theoretically speaking, the banshee Nastya couldn't detect it either.

But she is not just a banshee, she is also the director of Rhine Life Engineering Department!

When it comes to cars, science, and machines, her understanding is simply not on the same level as that of ordinary Sarkaz. Even the Banshee Court cannot claim to be as knowledgeable as her in this area!

It is true that your magic defense is very good, but your science defense is not necessarily good. Your optical camouflage is too backward. Rhine Life eliminated this product three years ago!

Therefore, Nasti knew very well that as long as she found a place to release the banshee's spells and witchcraft, the messenger would come to her soon.

There is no authority that can have more say than a moderate Sarkaz banshee who once properly presided over the royal court, right?

"Just wait, Ernst, I've got a surprise for you!"

Chapter 469: Shapeshifter: Catch a Lich!

Sherag, Tukarim.

The shapeshifter had been infiltrating Kjerag for nearly a week.

To be honest, he didn't think there was anything worthy of attention here.

The peace here is terrifying. The biggest conflict is that one family's pack animal sneaks into another family's pen at night and mates with the other family's pack animal, and the two families fight over the ownership of the resulting pack animal.

"The child can't live without a mother!"

"The child can't live without a father!"

The shapeshifters didn't quite understand the meaning of what they were yelling about.

Because he doesn't have any.

He also tried to find the Sarkaz mercenary sent here by Tracys. His name seemed to be Hedley?

The shapeshifter tried to secretly observe him for a few days and came to the following conclusion - he worked hard, lived a peaceful life, slept well, and ate everything with relish.

Just not doing the right thing.

He seemed to be slacking off, but the shapeshifter didn't see that he was spying on any confidential information.

But the shapeshifter was not in a hurry to report him or anything, because he hadn't found out anything, and it was as if Kjerag had laid everything out in the open, and there really wasn't any secret to speak of.

This may have something to do with the reason why he chose to blend into Kjerag as a "Victorian tourist". He was not sure whether Kjerag's giant beast Yelagund had any way to identify Kjerag people, so he did not rashly transform into a Kjerag native to avoid attracting the beast's attention from the beginning.

But such a conservative change naturally brought some problems. For example, as a tourist, he really couldn't get close to Kjerag's most confidential government building in Tukarim.

But he wasn't in a hurry either.

After all, the harder it is to see a secret, the deeper it is hidden!

How could a place that can cause Teresis to lose his hair and attract the attention of the Cyclops King and the Lich King be without secrets?

It's just that he hasn't discovered it yet.

“Maybe it’s time for a more radical change.”

The Shapeshifter thought to himself,

"It's just not the right time yet."

Tresis asked him to come to Kjerag to investigate why the Cyclops King's Court went to Kjerag. In order to prevent Yelagund from really having any way to identify the Kjerag people, he needed to use his transformation as little as possible. It would be best to wait until the Cyclops King's Court arrived and had a secret talk with the newly returned Prime Minister Kjerag, and then he would transform into someone who could enter the building and go there, so as to avoid being discovered to the greatest extent.

Well, this is one of the reasons why the shapeshifter did not report Hedley to Tracys, and in a way, the most important reason.

Before the arrival of the Cyclops King's Court, he was also a wage thief like Hedley.

Well, he is not a hard-working scavenger like Neczrei. The Transformer cluster always does things as they please. They can do whatever they want, right?

Moreover, after Ernst returned, he also discovered some interesting situations.