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"If there was anyone with ill intentions just now..."

Shen Lin couldn't help but smile at Ersula's self-blame. Looking at the girl with her head down, he gently placed his hands on her shoulders.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of here, I like this feeling, Ersula.”

"Every day without struggle is a day wasted on life, and every moment of retreating in the face of injustice and oppression is a betrayal of a free soul."

Feeling the weight on her shoulder, Ersula involuntarily raised her head, her golden eyes meeting the man's.

That gentle gaze was like the first ray of sunlight filtering through the morning mist, dispelling the brief gloom that had risen in her heart.

"They would rather stand up and fight to the death on the battlefield than become slaves and rise to power. Every one of them is a respectable warrior, including you, Ersula."

"I am not a hero, but I fight alongside heroes."

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Kazdel City, Borrow It!

Hope, like a sprout breaking through the soil, took root in Kazdel, and the green flames swept away the lifelessness of the past.

The influence of this trend of thought was like an unstoppable torrent. The Sarkaz people transformed Kazdel at an astonishing speed, and it can be said that Kazdel is changing every day.

Shen Lin sat in the office of the Sarkaz Democratic Union, reviewing the problems that needed to be solved that day and planning the next steps in his mind.

Now, aside from the Wendigo royal court, which is unreachable, Shen Lin has gained the support of the vast majority of royal courts.

The only problem now is that the Lich King's Court has not replied to him like the Cyclops did, Shen Lin pondered to himself.

At that moment, a soft sound of footsteps interrupted Shen Lin's thoughts.

Finally, there was news from Theresa, who was in charge of diplomacy. When she stepped into the room filled with the smell of old books and the flickering light of candlelight, she immediately saw Shen Lin.

The radiant smile on that exquisite face was like the first ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds in spring, bright and dazzling. The joy spreading across her face was impossible to conceal; it was a blend of excitement and exhilaration.

She had no awareness of her status as the Demon King and quickly walked up to Shen Lin to share her joy with him.

After paying the deposit, RemBiko accepted the construction order for the Kazdel factory, which is expected to be completed within a year. The finished products will be transported to Kazdel in batches via a large mobile platform for assembly.

Meanwhile, Yan Kingdom agreed to the grain import request because Kazdel's order was substantial, and the other party intended to propose long-term cooperation and mutually beneficial trade.

The news brought by Theresa lifted Shen Lin's spirits, as it was exactly the kind of timely help that Kazdel needed to develop.

With Theresa's assurance, Kazdel now has the confidence to develop and is ready to undertake sweeping reforms of the country.

The empire led by Victoria, which borders Kazdel, is about to enter a period of chaos rarely seen in a century, and will have no time to attend to Kazdel, which is the opportune moment.

As a gift from the Cyclopes, they found a piece of land in Kazdel where they wouldn't have to worry about major natural disasters for a short period of time—this was their geographical advantage.

Externally, trade routes were opened wide; internally, the Sarkaz people were like a phoenix rising from the ashes, the rifts of the past mended by passion and loyalty, united as one, which is harmony among people.

At this opportune moment when all the right time, place, and people are converging, Kazdel is like a long-dormant spark, about to be ignited by the winds of the times into a prairie fire.

With a huge weight lifted from his heart, Shen Lin was in high spirits. At Theresa's request, he readily agreed to accompany her to witness the changes in Kazdel.

In order to save on transportation costs and improve transportation efficiency, the Sarkaz Democratic Labor Union began to recruit all unemployed Sarkaz people to join the road construction work.

Theresa even saw many mercenaries abandon their fighting jobs and turn to work relief efforts.

She stared blankly at the banknotes being distributed to each Sarkaz person. She didn't understand the principles of economic operation and couldn't comprehend Shen Lin's reasons for doing so.

"Shen Lin, what is this?"

"This is the new currency of our Kazdel today."

As they walked, Shen Lin carefully explained the economic principles behind his decision to Theresa, leaving Theresa completely bewildered.

In the past, the Sarkaz traded goods were anchored by valuable items such as Originium Ingots and Red Gold, or by bartering in the market, which caused many obstacles to the development of the trading market.

Now, according to Shen Lin's arrangement and with the support of the majority of the royal court of the Military Council, the Sarkaz Democratic Union is preparing to issue a brand new credit currency called "Mark" for Kazdel.

All work-for-relief payments from the Sarkaz Democratic Union will be settled in the fiat currency, the Mark, which can be exchanged for necessities at the official offices of the Sarkaz Democratic Union.

Furthermore, anyone can exchange precious metals, synthetic jade, or Originium ingots to pure Originium for credit at the Sarkaz Democratic Union.

At the same time, due to the comprehensive adjustment of wages and prices in Kazdel, the consumption level of more and more Sarkaz people has also increased.

In the past, spending money at a beer hall was considered an expensive expense for most Sarkaz people, but now it has become an affordable option for all Sarkaz people who are engaged in labor.

In an effort to promote internal circulation in Kazdel, the Sarkaz Democratic Union has once again launched a large-scale construction campaign, this time targeting Kazdel's residential housing.

The simple shelters previously built from scrap metal, wood, and mud will no longer belong to the Sarkaz. In their place stand sturdy brick houses, gleaming warmly in the sunlight, as if telling a story of peaceful times.

These houses belong to the Sarkaz Democratic Union, which then assesses the level of economic development within the union and sells the houses to the people of Sarkaz at a reasonable price.

These new homes are not just places to live, but powerful witnesses to the Sarkaz people’s journey toward a new life and a new future. They carry the hopes, dreams and infinite possibilities of all Sarkaz people.

Kazdel is running again, but in an extremely unbalanced way.

They completely abandoned agriculture and turned to the full-scale development of Originium industry. Although there were insurmountable problems in smelting, they were still able to drive the development of the entire industry by relying on the large number of factories left behind by the Empire.

Kazdel is now heavily reliant on imports for its food and light industrial products, and every penny Kazdel spends must be used wisely.

Whether it's transportation costs or political factors, these factors all contribute to the difficulties Kazdel faces in developing foreign trade.

Due to a combination of factors, Yan Kingdom has become Kazdel's largest external importer.

Although Kazdel is still unable to meet the basic needs of all the Sarkaz people due to funding issues, it is still much, much better than before.

Keep in mind that only a few months have passed, which is already an incredible thing in the eyes of Theresa, Theresa, and the royal court.

As the scale of Originium production expands, production efficiency will further improve, and barring unforeseen circumstances, it will only be a matter of time before all Sarkaz people are able to have enough to eat and wear.

At least for now, most Sarkaz people are about to get jobs and have a job that will allow them to make a living without having to fight.

Under Shen Lin's guidance, Theresa witnessed Kazdel's transformation, from initial excitement to gradual shock, and finally to utter indescribable emotions.

She hadn't expected that Shen Lin would accomplish in just a few months what she had previously struggled to achieve.

Now, everything she sees and hears is like a series of heavy hammer blows, shattering her past impressions of this land and leaving only endless amazement echoing in her chest.

Finally, they stood on a hill, and Theresa looked at the construction team still working hard in the distance. She was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

On this once barren land, wisps of life began to emerge. A gentle breeze stirred, and the newly sprouted seedlings swayed softly, like green flames, whispering tales of their aspirations for the future.

Every new green shoot seems to be playing a morning hymn of life, gentle yet full of unwavering conviction, announcing the arrival of a new beginning in the silence.

As Theresa gazed at all this, a feeling of being moved flowed gently within her, like a glittering galaxy slowly traversing the tranquil night sky, tenderly sprinkling upon the wilderness of her soul.

The hardships and struggles of the past have transformed into a backdrop of hope in this instant, and the difficulties and suffering she encountered now seem so insignificant.

As a gentle breeze swept by, Theresa seemed to remember something, and she turned to look at the man beside her.

"Shen Lin, why didn't you build these factories in Kazdel City, but instead chose to build them on the spot?"

Theresa didn't quite understand the man's decision, because Kazdel's Dead Soul Forge could provide the city with a continuous supply of energy, saving a lot of unnecessary expenses.

In today's resource-scarce Kazdel, he did not choose to build a mobile city, nor did he choose to continue developing within Kazdel City. Instead, he chose a place where natural disasters would not occur in the short term and began to develop extensively.

The Sarkaz Democratic Union largely trusted his decisions unconditionally; policies were implemented immediately after he spoke, a fervor that even shocked Theresa.

Even so, she still couldn't figure out why the other party wasn't developing in Kazdel.

Or is it that... he still harbors resentment towards her past actions?

Her thin lips were pressed tightly together.

A dry breeze gently brushed against the man's cheek, lifting a few strands of his slightly disheveled hair, which flew freely in the wind.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his deep gaze fixed on the vast, boundless desert in the distance.

"The blood, sweat and tears of every Sarkaz have come together to form Kazdel. It was born from the efforts and hopes of all Sarkaz people. This mobile city has its own mission."

"And now, it is time for it to fulfill its obligations, for the sake of the entire Sarkaz people."

Suddenly, the man smiled slightly at Theresa.

"Do you believe me, Theresa?"

Theresa took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging emotions within her.

"Shen Lin, what do you need me to do?"

"Hand over control of Kazdel to me."

"It won't take too long, a month will be enough."

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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Try to Believe Me

Theresa was now preparing to reply to Kal'tsit, but at that moment her hand holding the pen felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

After much thought, I still couldn't find the words to begin.

Yesterday, the vibrant Kazdel that she had seen seemed like a beautiful dream she didn't want to wake from.

Memories surged like a tidal wave, and the cruel desolation and deathly silence enveloped her once more.

Once, the land of Kazdel was shrouded in smoke, and the broken walls and ruins cried out in pain, with every inch of air filled with despair.

She could only clutch the fragments of her memories tightly, trying to piece together yesterday's unattainable dream amidst the ruins, secretly vowing that no matter the cost, she would restore Kazdel to its former glory.

From that moment on, the memories of the past, torn apart by the flames of war, were left behind by her like withered leaves in the wind.

Hope is like a seductive yet deadly poison.

When she witnessed the rekindled flame of hope, like a bright lighthouse that captivated her, she never wanted to return to the war-torn Kazdel.

She willingly immerses herself in the hope illuminated by the flames, letting her soul find rest in this warm glow, guarding this hard-won peace and vitality in the long river of time, and never looking back at that scorched earth soaked in blood and tears, even if the outside world is dark and stormy.

Theresa gently closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting back to the conversation she had with the man yesterday.

She expressed her true thoughts to the man: if Kazdel could continue to develop in this way, would he no longer need to wage war?

She had fought her way out of that battlefield of war and smoke, and she did not want Kazdel to fall into that era of blood and fire again.

If everyone could live and work in peace and contentment, then war would lose its breeding ground.

This time, the man did not criticize her for still holding those unrealistic ideas; he simply sighed softly.

At that moment, she seemed to catch a fleeting look of melancholy in the man's eyes.

He asked her if she knew why he had asked the Cyclops for a piece of land that was free from natural disasters for a short period of time.

She shook her head.

He stated that Kazdel's current economic structure cannot continue to develop indefinitely, as it is difficult to transform once it is established.

Because of its distorted economic structure, this system may bring rapid prosperity to Kazdel in the short term, but if used in the long term, it will inevitably lead to a systemic collapse.

Kazdel is now desperate.

Thirty years of development is enough for Kazdel to have the resources to wage any war. The Sarkaz will not stay on this land for long; they must go out into the world.

Everything, everything, is just to sharpen the sharpest sword.

The man's honesty stirred up a complex and indescribable emotion within Theresa.

She remained silent because no matter how many times or what problems she encountered, the man in front of her always gave her a sense of unwavering determination and certainty of victory.

He knew what was about to happen, he understood what he would have to bear, and he knew what Kazdel was about to face, but even so, he still chose to throw himself into it without hesitation.

This reminded Theresa of her friend Kal'tsit, who co-founded the Tower of Babel with her. In Theresa's eyes, Kal'tsit was as intelligent as Shen Lin, almost supernatural, but there was a difference between her and Shen Lin.

If Kal'tsit is hidden in the darkness, then Shen Lin is standing in the sunlight.

No one knows Kal'tsit's true thoughts. She is like a patient and experienced hunter who will use any means to nip a threat in the bud before others understand what she is going to do.

Shen Lin, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Everyone knew what he was going to do. He never hid his purpose. He was like an unstoppable raging fire. Even if they knew what he wanted to do, they could not stop him.

Every decision Shen Lin made in Kazdel would have been unthinkable under Theresa's rule.

And it is precisely these decisions, which seem somewhat irrational to others, that have been implemented so smoothly, and the results are truly astonishing.

Like interlocking gears, they work together in a coordinated manner, and the system cannot function properly if any link is missing.

She never supported war, but she had to admit that from the moment she witnessed the changes in Kazdel, she knew that no one could do better than Shen Lin.

Theresa's thoughts were like a tranquil lake, reflecting the clear sky and leisurely cloud shadows. In this stillness, it was as if a bright lightning bolt suddenly tore through the sky and struck straight into her mind.