People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Inès raised her eyebrows and asked with interest:

"Are you asking me this kind of thing? Do you have money?"

Hedley scratched his head:

"We have saved some money, haven't we? Besides, I am a civil servant after all."

Inès smiled and said teasingly:

"That Prime Minister Ernst has shown you special favor again?"

Hedley did not deny it, but raised his hand and made a Kjerag's prayer gesture, closed his eyes, and said sincerely:

"grateful!"

Inès looked at him and shook her head, but still followed suit and performed a not-so-standard prayer:

"grateful."

Chapter 511 W: No one can replace Theresa!

Sherag, Tukarim.

W randomly found a small restaurant on the street, pulled out a stool, and shouted towards the kitchen:

"Boss, warm up a bowl of wine and bring two plates of fried beans."

Boss Sherag walked out of the kitchen, came to W, handed him a menu, gestured at W, pointed at the menu, and then gave him a thumbs up.

"Don't you understand Sarkaz?"

W frowned. She thought all the Kjerag people were geniuses like the station staff and all of them knew Sarkaz.

But think about it, many Sarkaz mercenaries are obviously going to take orders from Victoria and Columbia, but generally only the leaders know a little Victorian language. It is normal that these Kjerag people who have lived in the mountains all their lives do not know Sarkaz language.

Although W looks uneducated, she actually has some talent for languages. She can speak Sarkaz, and she also knows a little bit of Ursus and Victorian, although being able to speak and being able to write are two different things.

W was quite proud of this. Although most of her cultural background came from Hedley's forced education, Hedley was right about one thing. Once you learn these things, they will be yours.

She didn't try to make things difficult for the boss, Sherag, but she didn't take out her Victorian reserve to place a new order. She just pointed at a few dishes marked in Victorian on the menu.

The boss nodded, made an OK gesture to her, and turned back to the kitchen.

Looking at his positive look, W felt a little funny.

I am a Sarkaz. Why am I so positive towards the Sarkaz? And I want to make money from the Sarkaz?

The Kjerag guy is indeed interesting. He seems to think I will pay?

W was strolling along the way and indeed saw two or three Sarkaz on this street. To be honest, if it weren't for the obvious horns on their heads, W would have almost failed to recognize these people.

They seemed to fit in pretty well.

But the more this happened, the more ridiculous W found it.

These Sarkaz really have forgotten the pain after the wound has healed. Kjerag is nice to you now, but he might be mean to you someday. When that happens, how are you going to resist now that your fangs and claws have been removed?

When entering a new environment, the Sarkaz must be vigilant and maintain the highest level of alertness. Where in the world is there any good without reason, and where is there any free lunch?

If there is a free lunch, it must be that I don’t intend to pay for it!

When W thought of this, a pure white figure emerged in his mind.

Well... I can't say that so extreme. There used to be free lunches. On the ship of Babel Tower, Her Highness Theresa would serve a bowl of hot vegetable soup to the returning soldiers.

It's free. You don't need to make any military achievements, nor do you need to bring the enemy's horn fragments like the Military Commission to receive the reward.

As long as you are willing to come to the Tower of Babel and ask for a bowl of hot soup, Her Highness Theresa will give it to you without asking whether you are a member of the Military Committee or an "enemy".

That damned hooded man and the stinky old lynx said that this was a "psychological trick", but W had seen Her Highness Theresa with her own eyes and had personally received the bowl of soup from her. She knew that no matter how many conspiracies and tricks the "evil spirit of the Tower of Babel" had planned in that bowl of soup, Theresa had only poured her love into it.

There were always only the Sarkaz in her eyes.

That's why the Sarkaz were inspired by this gaze and were willing to follow Theresa.

She is no exception.

"Eat, child."

A Victorian voice called out in W's ears, and W suddenly came back to her senses. The beer and fried beans she ordered were already placed in front of her, along with a plate of fried beast of burden meat.

The boss, Kjerag, was also sitting opposite her. He gestured to W and pointed at the plate of fried pack animal meat:

“This is free.”

W frowned:

"free?"

Her first reaction was that this Kjerag had some intentions towards her and wanted her to help do some dirty work. But it was too wishful to bribe a legendary mercenary of her level with a plate of fried beast of burden meat.

Besides, what dirty work could be done in Kjerag? Assassinating that Ernst Shivaash?

W looked into the boss's eyes for a while, but didn't see any ambition in them.

She resisted the urge to take out the thing and test its toxicity, and instead asked in Victorian:

"why?"

"you are sick."

Seeing that W could speak Victorian, the boss breathed a sigh of relief and pointed at W's forearm.

The Originium crystals crawled out of the fair skin hideously, destroying the overall beauty. The Sarkaz girl was not indifferent to this, she boldly smoothed the Originium crystals and used them as decorations like three claw marks.

This has no benefit to the treatment of mineralogy and may even be harmful.

W looked at the boss in surprise, couldn't help laughing, and pointed at himself:

"I am Sarkaz."

"I know."

"I've got oripathy."

"I know."

"Then why don't you chase me away? Why do you dare to keep me here and sell me things?"

The boss gave her a strange look:

“Why not? There are quite a few Sarkaz in Kjerag now. Lady Nastie, Lady Mudstone, they are all Sarkaz, but they are simply living Buddhas. Are Sarkaz really bad?”

W didn't know what to say for a moment.

She had lived for decades, but this was the first time she heard someone ask her, "Are the Sarkaz bad?"

Are Sarkaz bad?

W was silent. She suddenly realized that apart from the speechlessness that immediately came to her mind, she really had no way to answer this question.

From her personal experience, the Sarkaz are bad, extremely bad. Most of them are extremely bad, especially the guy in Londinium who calls himself "Regent", who tops her list of people she must kill.

But Her Highness Theresa said: "Sarkaz are not bad."

"The Sarkaz are not bad, and the infected are not bad either. This is what Prime Minister Ernst said."

The boss repeated the Ernst quotes he had heard in a logical manner, and also brought his own personal experience and understanding.

"It is foolish to arbitrarily label an entire tribe as good or bad. The Sarkaz are bad, but are Lord Nastie and Lord Mudstone, who built our city and houses, also bad? Is Lord Zafar, who provides us with heating, also bad? Is Lord Hedley, who taught my children to read and write, also bad?"

"The infected are bad. Is Prime Minister Ernst's sister, Lady Enshia, also bad?"

"If anyone dared to say such things in Kjerag, he would be hung on the mountain tomorrow!"

Why is it “in the past”? Isn’t it so important now?

No, it’s just because the great god Yelagund made a lot of noise when he got up a few days ago, and there are fewer mountains near Kjerag, so it’s not easy to find a suitable grave.

Well, it’s also because Prime Minister Ernst said that Kjerag should now pursue “civilization” and not scare those timid Victorians.

W was a little stunned after hearing this.

Nastie, Mudstone, Safar, and even Hedley......

The Sarkaz she had heard of, the Sarkaz she had never heard of, were actually so famous in Kjerag?

Also, what do you mean by this? Why does it sound so... familiar to me?

W opened his mouth with a complicated expression:

"These are what the Prime Minister Ernst said?"

"Not all of them." The boss shook his head. W breathed a sigh of relief.

She said, how could it be such a coincidence?

"Prime Minister Ernst's words were much more profound than this. When he spoke with Dr. Kelsey from Rhodes Island, he also said something about [making sure everyone in Kjerag can sleep peacefully]..."

W didn't hear clearly what the boss said next.

She only heard three key words.

Rhodes Island, Kal'tsit, sleep peacefully.

These words were a little too familiar. That damn old lynx, what did she think she was doing by teaching these words to that snow leopard?

There is only one Theresa in the world! No one can replace her!

W suddenly stood up, startling the boss opposite him, and raised his voice a few degrees:

"Rhodes Island is here? That stinky-faced lynx... no, that Kal'tsit, is in Kjerag?"

“Yes…Yes.”

The boss looked at the Sarkaz girl in a daze, her expression suddenly changed for some reason, and swallowed his saliva.

"Didn't I just tell you? When you finish eating, walk to the end of this street and you will reach the Tukarim Square. The Rhodes Island base vehicle is parked there. There are people selling things and seeing patients there. I heard that the stone disease you have is quite troublesome. Bless you, Yelagund. You should go see a doctor as soon as possible. They are nice people. I caught a cold a few days ago and went there to see a doctor. I got a dose of medicine and I got better after taking it."

As he spoke, he was probably afraid that W might have some difficulties, so he hesitated for a moment and took the initiative to say:

"If you don't have money, I can lend you some. Just pay me back when you find a job."

"Aren't you afraid that I will just run away?" W couldn't count how many times today his common sense, on which he relied for survival, had been challenged.

But the boss didn't seem worried at all:

"You've come to Kjerag, how can you still run?"

W Yile: "Can Shelag still trap me?"

The boss shook his head and waved his hand:

“Kjerag won’t trap you, but to be honest, the Sarkaz I’ve seen coming to Kjerag were more vigilant than you, but in the end, none of them were willing to leave. They all stayed.”

"I......."

W opened her mouth and subconsciously wanted to blurt out some rebuttal, but when the words came to her lips, she gritted her teeth, smacked her lips, and swallowed them back.

Forget it.

Let’s go to the Tower of Babel first… No, it should be called Rhodes Island now.

Let’s go to Rhodes Island first and see that stinky-faced lynx. She has to give herself an explanation!

W stood up. The food on the table was getting cold, and she no longer had the desire to eat. She walked out the door. The boss looked at her from behind, sighed slightly, and picked up the untouched fried meat and wine on the table, intending to heat them up for his own dinner tonight.

But just as he walked to the back kitchen, he saw the departing figure through the glass partition.

W stood at the door, took out two Victoria pounds from his purse, slapped them on the table, and then ran away.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. If there is, it is only because she herself does not intend to pay for it.

As for why she had to pay, is there any need to explain?

Could she let this ignorant Kjerag treat her as a Sarkaz beggar?

She is the legendary mercenary W, and she has plenty of money!

Chapter 512 Kal'tsit: He is not my meal replacement, he is my main meal

"Dr. Kelsey, have you been feeling a little unwell recently?"

This was Amiya's heartfelt concern when she came to visit after hearing that Kal'tsit was carried back by Ascalon again.