People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Looking at this face, the Duke of Caster's voice seemed to be filled with some resentment.

"Prime Minister Kjerag...why did you choose Wellington and Windermere?"

"A rebel who has ulterior motives and stands on the sidelines, a stubborn warrior who is not qualified to be a duke. Compared to them..."

"Am I not a better choice?"

She closed her eyes and used meditation to review the series of failures she had encountered in recent months, reviewing those plans that had failed or nearly completed, as well as the mistakes that had occurred, summarizing the lessons learned, and possible adjustments to future plans.

Time passed by minute by minute, and when the clock tower of the Duke of Caster rang the long bell to signal noon, the steward waiting outside the Duke's gate received a call from the Duke.

"Adjust my schedule for the next three months."

"I will take at least three days out of my schedule in the next three months to visit Kjerag."

Chapter 129: Tracy's Black Humor

Londinium, Victoria.

Teacher Data was very confused.

He really wanted to tell the Victorians, "Are you looking down on us Sarkaz a little too much? Although the situation in our hometown Kazdel is so bad that we can only see dead heads grinning in the ruins, we Sarkaz are not so ignorant of what an intercity network is."

When you put a video like this on the intercity network, didn't you consider that I would see it?

"General, I suspect that the chaotic area they are talking about is referring to Londinium!"

Manfred said seriously, as if he had seen through everything.

Tracy glanced at him and almost laughed out loud: "Really? Is this really a hint?"

Manfred was stunned:

"Isn't that a hint? Being caught in chaos, suffering violence, and having our lives threatened, isn't that just a sign of our name?"

Tracy sighed.

He had originally been quite optimistic about Manfred. This kid was a promising talent, but it was obvious that his political level was a bit low and he was obviously a little naive.

Don't believe me when I say you're honest. How can you just accept it when someone scolds you? Is it possible to accept such a thing?

"Everything is normal in Londinium. Nothing has happened." Tracys shook his head speechlessly. "Besides, we have the 'loyal and reliable Sarkaz mercenaries' certified by the Grand Dukes to maintain law and order in the city. What kind of trouble can there be?"

Manfred looked blank for a moment, then he opened his mouth and said:

"Is it possible that the trouble they are talking about is us?"

Tracy gave him a very complicated look in return.

Manfred then realized that he might have said something wrong, and quickly shut his mouth and sat on the chair, looking like he was listening to instructions.

Tracy sighed a second time.

To be honest, he was not disappointed. After all, Manfred had not received any proper political education. In other words, almost all Sarkaz had never even heard of such a thing.

The Sarkaz's enlightenment class is either to serve as a mercenary on the battlefield to send off his parents and then inherit their weapons and names, or to accompany the old guys in the Kazdel Scar Market to reminisce the glorious past, and finally degenerate into a charlatan or a defeatist strategist.

If we talk about their specific experiences, they are even worse off than Kjerag. Although Kjerag has not developed for thousands of years, it has not suffered much for thousands of years. Even in modern times, under the political background of great power games and the turbulent situation of international politics, Kjerag has been spared from most of the wars because of its unique status of "tasteless to eat, but a pity to abandon".

This may sound a bit abstract, so let me give you an example.

A certain Ursus patriotic captain who did not want to reveal his name had once taken out Victoria, Casimir, and Leitania and beat them one by one during the great expansion of the previous Ursus emperor. But only Kjerag was stuck in the middle of the three countries, unable to go up or down. If we fight him, he is surrounded by mountains, has ice and snow all year round, and has a religious society like the Sami, which always reminds Ursus of some bad memories of "snow can talk". If we don't fight him, he is in the middle of the road, and we have to go around him no matter how we go. It not only lengthens the supply line, but also makes him look unpleasant.

The result was that after fighting Ursus to the end, they turned around and went to the other side to beat Lateran, which was almost as big as Kjerag and engaged in religion but had no ice, snow or mountains, to vent their anger, and then made a high-profile 180-degree turn and went to fight the East Kingdom.

The results are naturally amazing.

No one could have imagined that Ursus, which was feared by all the nations of Terra and almost thought it could conquer Terra and achieve the Grand Slam of foreign wars, would suffer a crushing defeat in the Blood Peak Battle and lose to the East Kingdom. The [Ursus-East Kingdom] Battle has therefore become a battle that must be learned in Terra's modern military theory class.

Did you discover it?

Ursus's name is three characters long, and Dongguo's name is two characters long. Adding them together, it's exactly five characters long. Ursus, which was invincible in Terra, just happened to be defeated by Dongguo, which no one was optimistic about.

This fully illustrates a truth - () won’t work.

Let's get back to the point. Kjerag was lucky and was not affected by the war. Kazdel was also lucky and was not affected by the war.

The war broke out directly with him.

There was not even a moment of mourning for the coalition forces' crusade against Kazdel, and what came immediately was the Kazdel Civil War. There was not even a moment of mourning for the Kazdel Civil War, and what came immediately was the Sarkaz being invited to enter Londinium.

The Sarkaz are always in a state of being too busy to die. Let alone teaching a political class, they can only teach a literacy class if they want to get other people's approval.

Therefore, even though he felt helpless, Tracy could only turn his grief and anger into strength and place high hopes on this rising star of the new generation.

"Cough cough."

Teacher Date’s small classroom has started!

"Manfred, have the Sarkaz occupied Londinium now?"

Manfred nodded. "We have occupied it. All organized resistance has been eliminated. The city defense forces have surrendered under the command of Lieutenant Colonel Leto. Even if there are still scattered resistance forces, they have now gone underground. There is no doubt that Londinium is in our hands."

"No." Tresis shook his head firmly, "The Sarkaz did not occupy Londinium."

"Manfred, remember, before the time comes, no matter who asks you the question I just asked, you should answer like this."

Tracy said slowly:

"Lontinium has never been occupied by the Sarkaz. It is still under the control of the City Council. Thanks to the efforts of the City Council, the Sarkaz mercenaries have eliminated the remaining rebels of the Duke of Stafford and the Duke of Cavendish. The severely damaged city defense forces have also rested and taken back the work of defending the city and maintaining order from the Sarkaz. The city is now in good order. Occasional public security issues are just normal phenomena that occur in every city. There is no doubt that there is no chaos, no danger, and no news in Londinium."

Manfred opened his mouth in astonishment. It was not until Tracy coughed again that he suddenly realized and nodded.

"Understood, Your Highness."

"But is it true that we did not capture Londinium?"

Tresis glanced at him and nodded: "Of course we occupied it."

"But the art of politics is the art of language. Don't those self-proclaimed smart Victorians love to do this? They even complacently gave this set of rhetoric a funny name - [Fourth-order tactics]."

"We are just giving them back what they taught us."

Manfred nodded in understanding, and then a new question popped up:

"So should we do something?"

"What?" Tracy raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding what Manfred meant.

Manfred explained: "The Kjerags are calling on the dukes to help rescue people from Londinium. Should we do something to stop them?"

Tresis smiled bitterly when he heard this. He didn't really want to discourage Manfred from wanting to do something, which was a good thing. But he had to remind Manfred:

"How to stop it?"

"Londinium has hundreds of mobile blocks. It is the largest mobile city on this land. There are pipelines and roads underground that would get even locals lost. If a Grand Duke wants to sneak in and transport people out, how would you deploy defenses? Where would you deploy defenses? How many people would you need to deploy defenses?"

Manfred was obviously stumped by the question. He opened his mouth but managed to speak for a long time:

"If that's the case, then why didn't they save people in the first place?"

"Because there is no benefit. For those things, saving people is never a matter of whether they can or not, but whether they are willing to do so." Tracys knocked on the table. "In the past, there was no benefit, so they didn't save people. But now, Ernst Shivaash has given them a moral impetus. This is both a potential pressure and an opportunity to gain a lot of goodwill and support from the people, so the Grand Dukes may take action."

Tracy didn't finish his words and left them unsaid.

This half sentence is "Ernst Shivaash was quite thoughtful. He did not directly name Londinium, leaving the Grand Duke with a last resort. He did not let this [push] turn into [accusation] or [coercion], but instead turned it into a form of [competition]. At the same time, this seems to be a chance for the Sarkaz to back down."

He also seemed to want the Sarkaz to "voluntarily release the people out of humanitarian considerations."

Tracy thought.

Unfortunately, he guessed his purpose wrongly.

Tracy doesn't just want revenge on Victoria.

The building he was in at the moment was called the Shard. It was a super weapon left over from the Victoria Aslan era. Once activated, it could bring about a natural disaster, destroy a city in an instant, and leave behind horrific Originium pollution! It was a strategic weapon far superior to high-speed battleships and could truly change the landscape of war!

The only regret is that it has not been officially completed yet, so for Tracys, the time has not come yet.

"Let them do it." Tresis finally ordered, "Losing some civilians won't do us much harm. On the contrary, it can make the dukes underestimate the determination and strength of the Sarkaz. Instead of spending a lot of effort to guard against them, it is better to invest more manpower in the construction and defense of the Shard."

Manfred nodded in understanding and bowed slightly:

"Understood, Your Highness."

The door closed, and without looking back, Tracys looked at the fragmented building in front of him, which was already the tallest building in Londinium even though it had not been completed yet, but there was a lingering doubt in his eyes.

He was thinking. Thinking about why Ernst Shivaash inexplicably wanted to give the Sarkaz a way out, a "humanitarian" way out.

Putting the two words "Sarkaz" and "humanitarianism" together creates a bit of black humor.

However, Tracy unconsciously thought of a deceased person, and she also wanted to force the two words together.

It's really hard to laugh.

"Your Highness, Regent, are you worried?"

There was a new person behind him, and Tracy had already noticed it. But the person who came was the Absolution Master, which surprised Tracy a little.

He turned around and looked at the man wearing a golden mask, frowned slightly, and asked, "Are there any progress in communicating with the dead souls?"

The Pardoner nodded and said, "Yes, Your Highness, the Regent, the Dead Souls responded to us today. But the Dead Souls expressed their distrust of the Military Committee."

"How to solve it?" Without asking why, Tracy asked directly for the solution.

The Pardoner's eyes flickered, as if what he was about to say to Tresis made him a little afraid. But after a moment of mental preparation, he still opened his mouth:

"The dead souls don't trust you. After all, you are not the devil."

"Is the Demon King so important?" Tracy smacked his lips in dissatisfaction.

The Pardoner smiled helplessly, "Your Highness, the Regent, no matter how you deny it, for thousands of years, it was the Demon King who led the Sarkaz, the Demon King who communicated with the souls, and the Demon King who established Kazdel. After all, the Military Committee is a new thing that was only proposed in recent years. For the will of the Sarkaz souls, you and the Committee have existed for less than the time it takes them to blink an eye."

"There is only one way to make them trust you and help you."

Tracy: "What method?"

"He will be tasked with finding a person who will impress them and serve as a link between the Military Committee, the Demon King, and the souls, and as a bridge of communication."

Tracy seemed to have thought of something, his expression froze for a moment, and his eyes were instantly filled with murderous intent.

But the pardoner seemed to have put life and death aside, and said bluntly:

"They hope that Theresa can stand with you again."

"For this, they are willing to release the soul of that highness and return it to her body."

Haha!

Tracy was even a little angry and laughed.

Resurrect Theresa?

Doesn't the Absolver know that the Sarkaz are the race that values ​​death and rest the most? Doesn't he know that the Sarkaz souls preserve souls, the Wendigo devours the blood of the dead, the Scavengers keep the body from decaying, the Blood Demons infuse life into the body, the Gargoyles guard the graves, the Balrogs bring sin and punishment, the Banshee Court will also ring the death knell for the Sarkaz, play the bone flute, the Shapeshifters perform everything in their lives, and the Liches will also retain their lives in the form of life knots.

But there is no race that can bring the dead back to life and desecrate the soul!

Resurrecting Theresa, resurrecting a former demon king, his sister, this can almost be said to be the greatest provocation and malice towards him!

“Your Highness, have you forgotten your oath?” The Absolution Master said solemnly, “This is not what I meant. You can communicate with the souls in person and convince them, but I don’t think they will change their minds.”

"Either you get their help and revive His Highness, or you give up. This is your only choice."

Tracy clenched her fists.

The humanitarianism that Ernst shouted in the video and Theresa's ideals that seemed a little ridiculous to him flashed through his mind again.

Using the most inhumane way to desecrate a person who up till his death had been upholding "humanitarianism" and wanted to give the hateful Sarkaz a way out. What kind of top-notch black humor is this?

I really can't laugh.

"........"

"go a head."

He turned his head away and said coldly.

Even if you can't laugh at all, you have to laugh along. You won't show any sadness, and you won't look back for a moment. You will keep walking on one path, even if it leads to a dead end.

This may be the difference between Theresis and Ernst and Theresia.

Chapter 130: Xinteleya: There has never been such a wonderful start

[Prime Minister Kjerag's proposal is supported! Duke of Kast evacuates university teachers and students! ]