People in Terra, governing a weird little country

She was thinking too much about the "next generation who need a second choice" and neglecting the "generation that already had to make a choice."

But Lamaren didn't think it was Theresa's fault. After all, the man who had said he would stand in front of Theresa and be a wall to protect her from the wind and rain didn't fulfill his promise in the end. When he faced the overwhelming public opinion, he chose to comply and be coerced. He didn't die in front of Theresa.

He now has the audacity to invite the Banshee to join his gathering of traitors.

Ramalen killed the messenger of the Military Committee cleanly and left her warning on his body with a spell: the banshee would never stand on the side of Tracys!

The second time Alphanil refused the transfer of power to Ramalen, he used the same reason. After Theresa was assassinated, he chose to stay in Rhodes Island to protect the successor of Theresa's will, the Carters or Chimera named Amiya.

Ramalen had no choice but to agree to his request. Therefore, the nominal Banshee Lord now stayed in Rhodes Island, using the alias of elite operator Logos, while the actual Banshee Queen stayed in Banshee Valley, continuing to take care of the affairs of the valley, and still worried about things even after retirement.

Some time ago, when Alphanil returned to the valley, Ramalen mentioned the handover of power for the third time. Logically speaking, after three refusal and three declines, the ceremony should be completed and Alphanil should take over the position.

What Ramalen didn't expect was that this time, not only did Aifanil not accept the call, but he also made a bold statement directly - the royal court system should be abolished!

He will sound the death knell for all royal courts, including the Banshee Court!

Your Majesty, why are you rebelling?

It was because Lamarin was generous that she was not frightened by her son's horrifying speech, and she even encouraged him lovingly: "Okay, okay, our son can do anything, you can be useless, you can be useless. Remember to be stronger and speak softly outside, after all, not every lord of the royal court is as tolerant and generous as your mother."

If you meet the King of Scavengers, remember to call him Uncle Netzlei. If you meet the little cat Eggroll... ahem, Lord Blood Demon, remember to give him a slap. If you meet Tracys, remember to beat him to death.

Then, Lamaren had to bid farewell to her ambitious eldest son once again and continued to live the life of an empty-nest elderly.

Fortunately, this time, she learned her lesson. The times are progressing, and the Banshee Court must also progress. She learned from the robots made by the outside Terra countries, and also pulled together Aifanil's aunts, brothers and sisters to build a witchcraft car. She, Aifanil's biological mother, personally cast the spell to block Aifanil's detection spells point by point. She sent it over to lurk beside him. Although she couldn't broadcast live, she could also record Aifanil's daily life in Rhodes Island!

All I can say is that older people, more or less, have this common hobby.

One is a live broadcast from a sacred stone, the other is a live recording from a small car. I'm sure Lamaren will have a lot in common with Yelagund.

And today, a banshee messenger suddenly returned to the valley and brought them a surprising news.

A lone royal court banshee, Nastie Runorei, suddenly contacted the royal court and sent a letter.

She invites Ramalen to Kjerag!

Before reading the letter: Lamaren: "I'm not going."

After reading the letter: Lamaren: "When do we leave? Does anyone else want to go with us?"

Well, it’s not that Lamaren’s will is not strong enough, it’s mainly because Nastie gave her a reason that she couldn’t refuse.

Elfanil is also in Kjerag now, and will not leave for a long time.

She had long wanted to see how her child was doing outside. How was his food? Was he sleeping well? Was he being bullied at work? Did Kal'tsit send him on another dangerous mission?

Recording is never as good as live broadcast, not to mention that the car does not know how to slice, so it often misses some of Aifanir's wonderful clips!

Of course, Ramalen accepted the invitation not entirely because she wanted to see how Aifanil worked.

"Kazdelnia? The Sarkaz's sky city? The Sarkaz...established a nation?"

The great witch of the valley blinked her scarlet eyes. She recognized every word in the letter, and every plan seemed to be well-made. Nastie really put her heart into it. She used the most refined words to describe what she was doing now, as well as the help and support she had received. The neat and beautiful spell style exuded a faint golden light, and the name "Ernst" was written in every sentence. Lamaren read it over and over again countless times before she could see the words between the lines. The whole book was filled with four words: "Theresa"!

She has been on the battlefield and in the kitchen all her life. When she was young, she was one of the six heroes of the Sarkaz. When she was older, she was the Banshee Queen, guarding the valley, making Tracys dare not say a word. Theoretically speaking, what kind of scene has she not seen?

“I’ve never seen this before.”

Lamaren said to the other great banshees,

"It seems that our lost sister has prepared a great surprise for us when we, the Teresis, and all the Sarkaz are completely unaware of it."

"Since she has already wrapped this gift and invited us, how can I resist opening her gift?"

"Let's go. I haven't moved for a long time. It would be nice to go to Kjerag and have a look."

Chapter 497: A large gathering of pigeons!

Wilderness, Scar Market.

After Scareye's death, the Scar Market was filled with factions. His subordinates who killed Scareye thought that once the mercenary king died, they would be able to take over the huge legacy he left behind. However, they did not expect that their leader was just sitting on a throne made of gunpowder barrels and directing the country.

The mercenary market is full of blood, violence and pure interests. The difference between allies and enemies is only the amount of reward. Now that Scareye is dead, who will care whether you are Scareye's subordinate?

Even if you are, so what? For the sake of profit, the mercenaries dared to assassinate even the devil. They were innocent, but they were guilty of possessing a treasure. They wanted to continue to be the uncrowned king of the mercenary market with the resources left by Scar Eye? It can only be said that they still did not know their own weight.

This group of people were the first to die. After that, the Scar Market became what it is now, with taverns everywhere, and no so-called "king" to control each other. Order only rests in the hands of every mercenary intermediary who is qualified to operate here.

But today, as the owner of a time-honored tavern in Scar Market that has existed since the Scar Eye era, Bei Feng slowly closed the door of this once bustling, dilapidated house.

She is going to start a new life!

When North Wind first funded the Son of Earth and Stone to go to Kjerag, he actually had some hesitation.

After all, Kjerag’s reputation was a little too great. As a well-informed mercenary intermediary, she could receive new news about Kjerag through various channels almost every day, and could also obtain many new commissions.

For example, spying on Kjerag's intelligence, trying to kidnap Kjerag's Aslan, or... asking the Sarkaz mercenaries to assassinate Kjerag's Prime Minister Ernst Shivaash.

Many of these commissions were astronomical in amount, and the more similar commissions there were, the more confused Bei Feng became.

She had seen too many cases where a reputation was not lived up to, and she knew that this was the norm on Terra. The better Kjerag was, the more famous it was, the more people praised it, and the more people praised it, the more likely it was to be unworthy of its reputation, and the more likely it was to be unworthy of its reputation, the worse it was.

So, the better Kjerag is, the worse Kjerag is!

This sounds a bit absurd, but it's not a joke. After all, the criteria for judging whether a country is good or bad in the countries of the earth are naturally different from those of the Sarkaz.

Lateran, where Sarkaz are not allowed to exist at all, has been rated as the most livable country on Terra for countless years in a row!

But despite his doubts, Bei Feng did not give up this option directly.

People always have to have some hope. It wouldn't cost much to support Mudstone's trip to Kjerag. It was nothing compared to the money she had saved from working as a mercenary agent for so many years. Not to mention, she was once a member of the Scavenger Court. Zongzheng was kind and generous. The monthly salary of the Scavenger Court was not low, and she had never even touched that savings.

Therefore, she sent Mudstone to Sherag, treating her as a pawn. If Sherag lived up to his name, then she would have done a good thing and reached a win-win deal with Mudstone, who was in desperate need of food. If he did not live up to his name, then Mudstone was nothing more than a mercenary. She had seen too many mercenaries, and for the sake of her happiness in the second half of her life, it would not be a pity to lose a scout.

This is very necessary, because when the scavengers engage in war and do not absorb vitality, their bodies will soon become weak. In other words, if they keep fighting, their lifespan can be comparable to that of the liches, but if they give up the war, their lifespan may only be able to dine at the same table with the Wendigos who become old things at the age of three or four hundred.

Therefore, if the scavenger wants to go against the norm and pursue a stable life, he must ensure that he lives in an absolutely peaceful and stable place, to ensure that even if he is weak, he will not be spied on or harmed by the outside world.

It would be better to open a slaughterhouse to replenish vitality.

Now it seems that her decision was undoubtedly wise, and the return brought by this investment has far exceeded her imagination.

Mudstone had written her no less than five letters during this period, and these were the ones that arrived at the Scar Market successfully. There were probably more letters that failed to arrive due to various reasons. And all of these letters described Kjerag's peace, stability, development, prosperity, and most importantly, its friendly attitude towards the Sarkaz.

"Honestly, Bathory, can you believe it?"

As Bei Feng packed up his belongings, he sighed to an old friend who came to say goodbye:

"There are actually places in this land that don't reject the Sarkaz. The mercenary I sent to Kjerag built a few pack animal pens for the Kjerag people and reinforced their houses. She actually received gifts and a commendation from their prime minister at their harvest festival, and was elected as a member of the Sarkaz Residents' Committee."

The white-haired blood demon leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, raised his eyebrows, took a sip of the rare red wine from the North Wind Tavern, which might not be available anymore - from the cellar of a Gallic noble - and asked curiously:

"What is that concept?"

"It's like you brought back a few blood slaves for your Blood Demon family, and then you gained the respect of all the Blood Demons, and even received commendations and awards from your Blood Demon Lord, becoming a new generation of prince."

"puff!"

The blood demon called Bathory couldn't help but spit out his anger, and then burst into laughter:

"You're getting better at telling jokes, North Wind. I think you should go to the Military Council to liven up the atmosphere. I heard that Londinium is as dull as a large cemetery now!"

Bei Feng raised his head, looked at the Blood Demon lady in a black hollow dress, and asked:

"Do you think I'm kidding you?"

"Isn't it?" Bathory blinked.

The North Wind just stared at her.

The smile on Bathory's face disappeared, replaced by a serious question:

"Are you serious?"

"Why are you pretending to be so surprised, Bathory? You canceled your original plan to go from Clebrathon (formerly Gaul, now part of Victoria, the Scarlet Theater's touring location) to Londinium and came here to say goodbye to me. Is it because of how good our relationship is?"

Bei Feng laughed, his eyes flashing with sharpness, his tone was somewhat provocative;

"You, don't want to respond to the call of your blood demon lord. You want to follow me to Kjerag, right?"

Bathory turned his head away, refusing to look at Bei Feng, and flatly denied:

"I, I didn't! Why do you think I have that thought?!"

"Okay, okay, if you want to, just say it out loud, otherwise how would I know?"

"I told you I didn't, I haven't even heard of that place, Kjerag, whoever wants to go can go!"

"OK then."

Beifeng shrugged his shoulders, showing a helpless expression.

"What a shame! I thought I'd have had some company on the trip. After all, you're a pretty good dancer. Maybe you can get a job as a dance teacher in Kjerag."

Bathory turned around, a little surprised:

"real or fake?"

"Of course it's true. After all, Hedley has become a teacher in Kjerag. No matter how legendary he is, he is just a mercenary after all. And you are a member of the noble Blood Demon Court. In terms of etiquette, conversation, knowledge level, and even your attractive figure, how can Hedley compare to you?"

Bei Feng said. Miss Blood Demon unconsciously straightened her chest with perfect curves when she heard this.

Although the phrase "alluring shape" coming from a scavenger's mouth feels a bit weird, like complimenting you on "taste good", it has to be said that Bathory enjoyed it very much.

Unfortunately, before she could feel happy about this highly praised evaluation, Beifeng shrugged and cruelly interrupted her:

"What a shame, this doesn't matter to you anymore, does it?"

Bei Feng carried his backpack, picked up the suitcase he had found from somewhere, and expressed his sincere wishes to Bathory.

"I hope the next time we meet, I won't read about your death in the newspaper."

"But it's impossible. Scavengers and blood demons, we are all races that are familiar with war, so we should know that even if we are a royal court that can shine in other places, there will not be a special page to mourn us after we die on the battlefield."

"Died like an ant, Bathory."

Bathory's expression darkened. Beifeng ignored her expression of wanting to say something but not being able to, and left the closed tavern.

After walking out the door, she began counting down in her mind.

"3, 2, 1."

"North Wind!"

The call came as expected. Bei Feng stopped and looked sideways at Miss Blood Demon who was chasing him. Her flawless white jade face was now stained with a layer of shy pink. She looked at Bei Feng a little shyly and whispered:

"Take me one."

Bei Feng smiled gently: "Aren't you not going?"

Miss Blood Demon's face turned even redder:

"I changed my mind."

"You were planning to go from the beginning, right?" Bei Feng said mercilessly. "I have been working in the brokerage business for dozens or even hundreds of years. You know much more than those mercenaries."

Bathory was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Have you been teasing me since just now?"

Bei Feng shrugged noncommittally:

"Okay, since you're leaving, go pack your things. I won't wait for you too long."

Bathory glared at Beifeng fiercely, gnashing his teeth for a long time before squeezing out a sentence:

"Who needs you to wait for me? Half an hour, no, fifteen minutes will be enough!"

After saying this, without even looking at Bei Feng's smiling light grey eyes, she turned around and turned into a blood mist and floated away into the distance.

Bei Feng returned to his tavern at a leisurely pace.

She actually hadn't collected all the things yet, she was just teasing the blood demon just now.

As for why we did this, it all started with Mudstone's letter.

"The Sarkaz Residents' Committee already has banshees, liches, children of earth and stone, fire demons, and ordinary Sarkaz represented by Hedley."

"If you include me, there will be six."

Mudstone said in the letter that Prime Minister Ernst was not trying to establish the Sarkaz royal court, but a "modern bureaucratic system."

But Bei Feng knew very well that even if it was not the Royal Court, the Royal Court race must still exist.

The Sarkaz can stop dividing the royal court by race and no longer have big and small kings, but races like the scavengers and blood demons are still Sarkaz. Ernst cannot eliminate them, and there is no way to expel them - these races account for one-sixth of the main group of Sarkaz in terms of ethnicity, and may account for one-fifth or even one-quarter of the number - from the Sarkaz.

Blood Demons and Scavengers are now the main force of the Sarkaz. Who can blame them for the great decline of other pure-blooded races?