People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"Welcome to Kjerag!"

as well as,

"We are safe."

Chapter 510 Hedley: The Sarkaz should be grateful!

W felt that Hedley had changed a lot.

Is the word "safety" something a mature Sarkaz mercenary should say?

To be frank, the Sarkaz mercenaries were like the survivors of some fictional zombie crisis in a Columbia game. Even if they arrived at the so-called safe house and gained a moment of peace, after the white text narration "We are safe", they should have added a scarlet suffix "temporarily."

Sarkaz mercenaries can never find peace. They are born for war. War has shaped their lives, their spirits, and everything they have. They will also die in war.

But look at Hedley's current appearance. There is not even a trace of gunpowder on him! Kjerag's falling snow washed him again. If it weren't for the fact that his entire set of defensive measures against sneak attacks were indeed sharp and skilled enough, W would have doubted whether this "Hedley" standing in front of him was a realistic fake!

W kept his mouth shut, which was rare. He followed Hedley in silence and walked out of the building.

There was no sign of Inès outside the door, but Hedley was not surprised. He whistled softly, long, short, long, long. This was the contact signal of their mercenary group.

Inès walked out from the shadow of the Starfire Night School building not far away, and slowly came to the side of Hedley and W. She looked up and down at the one-eyed dragon in front of her, with a curious expression:

"No sword?"

“Isn’t this what we want?”

A rare gentle smile appeared on Hedley's face.

"One day, even if the Sarkaz don't carry a sword and are careful, they can survive."

Inès blinked, a little dazed.

This is indeed their wish.

[If one day, this land can be peaceful and Kazdel can be stable, I want to return to Kazdel and become a teacher. What about you? ]

[I don't know, maybe he'll open a small shop in Kazdel. ]

【What about W? 】

[I don't know, if she wants, she can come and help me fry the potatoes. ]

Mercenaries don't look to the future most of the time, because the future is out of reach and they may not survive the next night.

But Hedley is an outlier among mercenaries. Although he is known as a legendary mercenary, he is the most sentimental and likes to look back on the past and talk about the future.

Inès just didn't expect that Hedley would mention this "wish" here.

"This is not Kazdel."

Ines said.

Hedley nodded, then shook his head.

"Ines, do you know why Kazdel is called Kazdel?"

"The original Sarkaz were not called Sarkaz. Our name was [Tikaz], which means people with a homeland. When Kazdel was destroyed, our name became [Sarkaz], meaning people who lost their homeland and became displaced."

"Kazdel has only one meaning. It is the home of the Sarkaz."

Hedley smiled at Inès. Inès already understood what he meant.

This is Kjerag, and there is indeed no name "Kazdel" here. But this is already the home of many Sarkaz.

What's the point of worrying about names? When you get off work and go home, would you say you're going back to No. xx, Unit xx, Building x, XX, Community x, No. xx, Street x, District x, City x?

No, you will only say one sentence: "I'm off work, I'm going home."

The meaning of home lies not in its name, but in its meaning.

The rich pointed to the empty villa and said, "This is my house." The poor pointed to the small house where three generations lived together and said, "This is my home." The Sarkaz occupied Londinium, but Londinium will not be the home of the Sarkaz, nor will it be the next Kazdel. The Sarkaz did not occupy Kjerag, but Kjerag can become the home of the Sarkaz, even if there are more than just Sarkaz in this home.

Hedley liked this place. All he had to do was to protect it. He would muddle through the tasks given to him by Tracys, but he would always be firm and complete the tasks given to him by Ernst.

——Screen out those Sarkaz that meet the requirements.

Paradise will not be open to all Sarkaz. Compared to the utopia described in "The Kingdoms of Ursel - The Legend of King Arthur", where only the innocent can enter, Kjerag will undoubtedly be much more tolerant, but tolerance also has its threshold.

Hedley, the legendary mercenary and one-eyed spy, is the one who controls the threshold.

He knew best what kind of Sarkaz could accept Kjerag's conditions and restrictions, and he also knew best what kind of Sarkaz harbored evil intentions and were plotting something ill.

He treated the former just like he treated the "metallurgist" and the "painter", gently and kindly, guiding them step by step without any impatience, and guiding them to integrate into the big family of Kjerag.

But as for the latter - just because he doesn't carry the big sword when he's working in the office doesn't mean he won't carry it when he's out on field work.

He had a cold attitude and was ruthless in his actions. He handled the matter cleanly and efficiently without causing Ernst the slightest bit of trouble.

This is the "value" he demonstrated.

Perhaps some of his compatriots would accuse him of being a "Sarkaz spy" or a "traitor", but so what?

To put it bluntly, I am a Sarkaz. You call me a traitor, but you are not scolding me, you are stating the facts. I will not feel ashamed, because I am enjoying myself comfortably, and you, no matter how loudly you bark, you can only starve on earth!

Living, living well, and letting the people you care about live together is more important than anything else.

This peace cannot be destroyed by anyone!

Hedley retracted his deep gaze, looked at Inès and W, and said:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

W curled his lips:

"There is unrest everywhere in Terra right now. There are constant frictions in Ursus, and Victoria can smell the smell of gunpowder wherever she goes. We are rushing here from the east of Ursus, and this speed is already considered fast."

"But you, Hedley, you are living a wonderful life in Kjerag, and you called us here just to envy us?"

"W, shut up."

Inès glared at W.

In the past, W would have glared back, but for some reason, this time, W was obviously absent-minded. He just snorted and turned his head away.

Hedley could understand W's complaints. But some things could not be explained in a letter, and it was better to let W read it instead of saying it.

"W, I am now a member of the Kjerag Sarkaz Residents' Committee. I have discussed with Prime Minister Ernst, and when you arrive, I will ask him for help so that we can all settle down in Kjerag."

"what?"

W let out an undisguised scream.

Even Inès looked at Hedley in disbelief. Apparently, she had misjudged Hedley.

Hedley's regard for Kjerag was higher than she thought. This was no longer "renting a house", he really intended to "buy a house" in Kjerag.

You don’t need to register when renting a house, but you do need to register when buying a house.

"Settled down? But... in Londinium?"

Hedley shook his head: "Don't worry. Tracys can't do anything to Shelag."

"Yeragond is tall, the World Summit is hard, and Prime Minister Ernst is tall and hard!"

Even without taking into account the Sarkaz Residents' Committee, Kjerag's current combat capability and status were not something that the preoccupied Military Committee could point fingers at.

Hedley was a civil servant of the Kjerag government, and he personally attended the Holy Hunting Ceremony and witnessed the might of Yelagund.

Just by turning over, the earth shook and the terrain around Kjerag was directly changed. What was this?

This is a natural disaster!

Yelagund did this just to help Ernst solve Kjerag's transportation problem.

This kind of pampering can no longer be described by common sense.

Hedley can say without exaggeration that if Tracys dares to attack, he will be defeated!

There is no reason, just because he offended a god!

Moreover, Kjerag is more than that. In addition to being equal in extraordinary combat power, Kjerag's status in the secular political world of Terra is no longer that of a small snowy country that no one cares about.

If Tracys had not had a stroke from staying up all night, and had not delegated the military committee to the Blood Demon Lord Dukare, he would not have risked "declaring war on all nations" and declared war on Kjerag.

Not to mention, the reason for declaring war was just a trivial matter for him, an intelligence officer who was at least still diligently compiling intelligence for him until now, to have a household registration in Kjerag.

Of course, these were still Kjerag's secrets. Hedley could only make such a promise to Inès and W, but he could not tell them the specific reasons.

Well, even if they know each other well and are entrusting their comrades to the younger generation, they still have to go through the necessary procedures.

This is the upbringing of being a civil servant in Kjerag, and it is also the reason why he emphasized his identity as a "member of the Sarkaz Residents' Committee" just now.

When you work, you should call your job!

"Because of your relationship with me, I cannot interview you in person."

"But Prime Minister Ernst has promised that he will interview you personally when you arrive."

Inès was a little confused: "The Prime Minister of a country? Interviewing us personally?"

W is even better at picking up the conversation:

"Hedley, you are really generous!"

Hedley shook his head: "This is not a matter of face. I should thank Prime Minister Ernst for his kindness. Without him, how could I be where I am today?"

"You really do talk like a civil servant."

Inès couldn't help but complain. Hedley didn't answer, but just smiled.

Go ahead and learn it. How many people want to get in and learn this, but they don’t have the chance!

I have been influenced by Prime Minister Ernst since I was around him. If I were in Dayan, I would be considered a disciple of the emperor!

As a half-blood Sarkaz of ordinary blood, Hedley knew his position very well. He was able to get to his current position in Kjerag because he had the advantage of taking the initiative. Otherwise, with so many half-blood Sarkaz, how could he be a "resident committee member" and represent so many half-blood Sarkaz, sit on an equal footing with those royal court-level Sarkaz that he had never seen in his eight lifetimes, and make suggestions together?

He is a self-aware person. The opportunity has been given to him. Whether he can take it is up to him. And the fact proves that hard work is meaningful. No kidding, he is now the only person in charge of the residents' committee.

The banshee Nastie is responsible for construction, the stone-winged demon is to learn engineering from the banshee. The fire demon is responsible for heating and energy supply, and the lich is responsible for studying the fire demon. Everyone is busy, so doesn't the power of management fall into his hands?

Don’t worry about whether this power comes in a humorous way, just say whether it is power or not?

Hedley coughed lightly and explained:

"All in all, the interview won't be difficult. Inès should be able to pass it. The only thing I'm worried about is you...W, you..."

"Me? What's wrong with me?" W sneered, looking nonchalant, "Do you really think I want to accept your kindness and stay in this icy place? Don't be so self-indulgent, Hedley. You treat this place like a treasure, but I don't care at all!"

"Interview? Who is qualified to interview me? I'm not going!"

W said, without waiting for Hedley's response, he turned and walked away, looking determined.

Hedley and Inès looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

Don't care? W is more nostalgic than anyone else. Her battle uniform from the Tower of Babel period was worn out by her when His Highness was assassinated, but she not only spent money to find a tailor to repair it, but also kept it until now, and secretly took it out from time to time to stare at it. How could Hedley and Inès not know what W was thinking?

She just never came out of it.

"I will reserve your interview qualification. When you have figured it out, just come and find me here."

Hedley called out to W's back.

W didn’t even pause: “Then you can wait till the end of time! I would rather starve to death or jump off the highest mountain in Kjerag than go for an interview!”

W walked quickly and disappeared at the end of the street in a blink of an eye.

She didn't leave, she wanted to wander around the city.

Although they say they don't care, they say one thing and actually do another. This is the norm for mercenaries.

She was very curious about what kind of place could have so enchanted Hedley that he was no longer afraid of Tracys.

Hedley and Inès who stayed where they were sighed.

They understand W's temper, but precisely because of that, they know very well that instead of trying to control W, it is better to do their own thing.

W was very sensible in matters that did not involve Theresa. At least, Hedley had never seen her hurt herself.

However, not hurting oneself is one thing, and not causing trouble to those around is another. Now that Kjerag has come, Hedley has to inform Ernst of the matter... Well, it would be better to inform Kal'tsit as well.

Let Ascalon keep an eye on it.

As for them.

"Ines, where do you want to open your store?"