People in Terra, governing a weird little country

This did, to some extent, promote Hedley's work in educating Sarkaz history - at least now many Shelagh Sarkaz have begun to give mudstone nicknames such as "Little Godu", "Lord Mudstone", and "City Builder".

I don't know when it will develop to "We have concluded from some books whose authenticity is indisputable that you are the direct descendant of the Demon King Ge Du, and you should have been the leader of the Stone-Winged Demons since ancient times!".

Hedley was helpless about this. All he could say was that the work of popularizing culture had to continue, but at least Kjerag's Sarkaz no longer believed in things like the "Royal Court", right?

There was no royal court in the Ge Du era.

In addition to providing cultural knowledge to the Sarkaz, providing enlightenment education to the children of Kjerag, and occasionally imparting some wilderness survival skills and close combat experience left over from the mercenary era to the young people of Kjerag as "self-defense skills", as the only real employee of the Sarkaz Residents' Committee, Hedley also has to deal with some distressing troubles.

"So, what you mean is that he confessed his love to you a few days ago?"

Hedley picked up his thermos cup, took a sip of the fire-reducing herbal tea, and looked at the two Sarkaz, a man and a woman, in front of him with a bit of a smile.

The woman is called "painter" and the man is called "metallurgist", which is both their profession and their name.

Most of the Sarkaz don't have a name, only a code name. This name was probably given to themselves temporarily after seeing Hedley's "recruitment request".

And that's what's going on.

The Sarkaz girl named "Painter" looked to be in her twenties or thirties. She looked a little shy when she heard Hedley's words, but she still nodded:

"Yes, but I haven't met his parents yet!"

The Sarkaz named "Metallurgist" grinned nonchalantly:

"It doesn't matter, I haven't seen it either!"

Hedley's expression twitched.

At that moment, he wanted to laugh. But he recalled the suffering of the Sarkaz for thousands of years, recalled his thoughts during the late night online depression, and sighed for his teammates whose whereabouts were unknown. Finally, he held it back.

Don't tell a hell joke all of a sudden. I'm going to lose all the merits I've worked so hard to accumulate in Kjerag!

No, I have to go back to Manzhuyuan, knock the wooden fish and repent.

After secretly deciding on the schedule after get off work, Hedley calmed down and asked:

"So, what you want to ask is how to get a permanent residence in Kjerag?"

The "Metallurgist" nodded immediately:

"Yes, Lord Hedley is very perceptive. Kjerag is really a good place. When I heard you preach the policies of Master Ernst Qingtang, you said that as long as we are willing to work hard, we will have the opportunity to settle down in Kjerag. I want to ask, what are we going to do?"

"I used to be a smelter in Kazdel. I made all the armor for the Royal Court Army. Now I work in the ironworks of Shivaash's family in the suburbs. I can get some rewards every month, but the painter doesn't know anything..."

Hedley raised his eyebrows in surprise and looked at the shy Sarkaz woman beside him:

“Can’t she draw?”

“Painting can’t make you a living.”

"The Metallurgist" replied, speaking in a matter-of-fact tone.

Hedley sighed slightly. He understood what "metallurgist" meant.

Indeed, in Kazdel, being able to "paint" is not considered a skill at all. Even in the inner city, only the nobles of the royal court are qualified to come into contact with the luxury of "art", especially the Blood Demon Royal Court who loves to be pretentious.

As for the "painter", she was obviously a half-Sarkaz. She could draw? The Sarkaz in Kazdel would probably despise her for wasting paper.

It was just like what Hedley had seen in Londinium: the Sarkaz used the thousand-year-old collection of the Royal Victoria Library, the books that recorded the history, culture, and science of this land, to wipe their butts and burn firewood.

They also complained that the ink was dirty and the cover was too burn-resistant.

"But this is Kjerag."

Hedley looked at the "metallurgist" and said firmly,

“Here, painting can make a living.”

The "metallurgist" opened his mouth in surprise.

He had indeed heard of such legends. In those wealthy countries, people could have enough food to eat without fighting or going to the battlefield. Some people could even sell gold coins that he would never see in his life at an auction with a "graffiti" that he could not understand at all.

Such people are called "artists".

But the Metallurgist never thought that such a thing would happen to the Sarkaz.

The reason is simple. Among those prosperous countries, the Sarkaz are also an isolated island in the ocean of justice. The Sarkaz being artists is like the high-tower nobles in Leithania loving rock music. It is laughable to think about it.

He looked at Hedley with undisguised disbelief in his eyes. For the first time since arriving in Kjerag, he questioned Hedley who had led them.

Are you deceiving me?

But when he was doubting, the "painter" had already walked forward excitedly, took out a rolled-up scroll from his small leather bag printed with the Brown Tao Home Textiles logo, and handed it to Hedley.

"Can you please take a look?"

The Sarkaz girl asked expectantly.

Hedley glanced at the scroll and shook his head:

“I don’t really understand art.”

The "painter" looked a little disappointed. Hedley said again,

"But I can take a look if you need me to."

He unfolded the scroll, and the content on it was very simple.

It’s Ernst. If I had to add an adjective, it would be a very majestic and tall Ernst, who makes people wonder, “I understand the truth, why is Ernst so big?”

Hedley closed the scroll and looked at the Sarkaz girl in front of him with awe.

My child, you have broadened your horizons.

"You can set up a stall on Tukarim's small commodity street, hang up this painting, and wait for people to buy it. You can also help people paint at the same time."

The "painter" was a little stunned:

“Will anyone buy this?”

"Believe me, it will." Hedley was silent for a moment, biting his teeth with some jealousy, "and it won't be less."

Given Ernst's current prestige in Kjerag, anyone who worships the icon of Yelagund would probably hang a portrait of Ernst in their home.

With such a big market, are you still worried that there won’t be enough buyers?

Unfortunately, Hedley does not have professional skills in this area, so he cannot earn this money.

However, seeing that the two Sarkaz could find their own careers in Kjerag, he was also happy from the bottom of his heart.

The "metallurgist" is a good person. In his opinion, the "painter" should be the type who can't make any money and can't play any value. However, he is still running around in Kjerag to help the "painter" settle down, and even found me. This shows that he is probably ready to shoulder the burden of this family alone.

His only mistake was to underestimate Kjerag.

"Regarding settlement, according to the Provisional Regulations on the Management of Kjerag Sakaz Residents, those who have lived in Kjerag for three years, are fluent in Kjerag language, and have a stable job for more than a year and a half can apply to settle in Kjerag. Of course, before that, your files will be kept at the Sakaz Residents Committee, which is equivalent to a temporary residence permit, and will not affect your job search."

Hedley smiled and said,

"Go ahead. Your new life is still long. Don't let yourself down, and don't let Prime Minister Ernst down!"

"Master Qingtang!" the "Metallurgist" shouted.

The painter also echoed: "Master Qingtang!"

"Yes, my Lord." Hedley rubbed his temple and corrected the two men's unstandard Kjerag pronunciation.

After watching the two leave, Hedley stood up and turned off the lights in the office.

It's time to get off work, and he is going to Manzhuyuan to beat the wooden fish.

However, just as he turned off the lights, the next second, the office door was knocked again.

"Dong dong."

Hedley frowned and shouted:

"I'm off work today."

But the person outside the door turned a blind eye and the knocking even became more intense.

"Dong dong dong dong dong dong!"

The corner of Hedley's mouth twitched, and he responded while walking towards the door:

"Okay, okay, stop knocking."

He opened the door, and a sense of crisis suddenly surged in his heart. He subconsciously leaned back to avoid the knife, turned around and kicked the Sarkaz girl in front of him in the waist. Then he attacked swiftly and was about to capture the Sarkaz girl in front of him, but was forced back a step by the homemade Originium bomb she raised.

Hedley frowned, looking at the homemade bomb, then glanced at the white-haired girl who was holding her waist and breathing with some difficulty, and asked with a slightly angry tone:

"W?"

"Not bad, Hedley. I thought you were used to this comfortable place and your vigilance and skills had declined."

W leaned against the wall, the smile on his face a little stiff.

Hedley obviously didn't hold back when he attacked. If it was Caprini, who was as fragile as Inès, she would probably have to see a doctor for her lumbar spine.

Fortunately, she is a Sarkaz.

W glanced at Hedley:

"No, your guard has indeed dropped. I have never seen you without your broken sword."

Hedley replied calmly:

"Whether you're at work or in class, it's not appropriate to carry that kind of weapon with you."

"Are you really a teacher?" W was still a little unbelievable.

A smile appeared on Hedley's lips:

"Not only that, I am also a civil servant."

Civil servant? You?

W wanted to laugh at Hedley's fantasy, but when she thought of the two Sarkaz who had just walked out of the building, and then thought of Inès' thoughtful look in front of the plaque at the entrance, she was speechless.

Maybe Hedley was serious.

But in this world, apart from Your Highness and the Tower of Babel, is there really any place that is so tolerant towards the Sarkaz?

The Tower of Babel is still the Tower of Babel of the Sarkaz. Although that sour-faced old woman and a group of operators are not Sarkaz, their leader is Her Highness Theresa, and Her Highness Theresa is a Sarkaz, the Demon King of the Sarkaz!

And what about Kjerag?

Recalling the image of Ernst that he had seen and heard along the way, W curled his lips with disbelief on his face.

Don't tell me, when did the Sarkaz have the "Snow Leopard Court"?

"Okay, stop messing around here, W."

Hedley snatched the unactivated homemade Originium bomb from W's hand, and Ashes' Originium skills poured into it, destroying W's special trigger circuit inside it.

They were all old acquaintances, and Hedley knew all about W's methods.

After doing all this, he looked at W and asked:

"Where is Inès? Didn't she come with you?"

W rolled his eyes, but did not stop Hedley's actions. He raised the tip of his tail and pointed outside the door:

"She's outside, taking a walk."

Hedley was stunned: "Let out some fresh air?"

W glanced at Hedley mockingly:

"No, my respected Captain Hedley, you were probably fooled by Tracys in Londinium, weren't you?"

"You suddenly sent a letter of unknown meaning to the contact point, describing a paradise without discrimination, war, and peace and prosperity, and invited us all to come and find you. What do you think you are doing?"

"Fishing for scales."

Hedley and W said in unison.

He smiled helplessly. What could he do? Sometimes, just stating the facts was enough to make people suspicious.

W and Inès were obviously very sensible. Even though they had already entered Kjerag and seen the scenes along the way, they remained absolutely alert until the second before actually meeting Hedley.

Inès was keeping watch outside the door. She could observe shadows and easily find possible lurkers around. But she hadn't given any warning yet, which meant that no one was watching Hedley.

And W, who is good at observing people's words and expressions - yes, W has made it to this point, this basic ability is indeed very strong, it's just that she can see, but not necessarily pay attention to your emotions - is responsible for sneaking into the building and searching for Hedley's traces. If there is any accident, her bomb can also ensure that she will not be trapped to death in this "trap".

But W didn't think there was anything abnormal about Hedley.

At least she didn't see anything now. Hedley didn't have any expression to hint at, nor did he have any puns in his words. He just stated a fact in a calm tone that concealed his excitement: