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A flowing black robe, as dark as ink, outlined her tall and slender figure. The hem of the robe fluttered gently in the wind, as if a mysterious power was surging within.

What is striking is the inverted triangular hole in her chest, from which a mysterious "thread" extends, the other end hidden beneath her black robe.

These "threads" lifted her up, like a shadow in the dark night, moving forward at an extremely fast speed.

Emengard's teacher is Fremont, the Lord of the Lich King's Court. Some time ago, he received a letter from Kazdel, which described the changes in Kazdel and the end of their internal conflicts.

Kazdel is now in dire need of rebuilding, and it is hoped that the Lich King's Court can return to lend them a hand.

They had received similar letters in the early days of Kazdel's reconstruction, when Princess Theresa had specifically invited them back to this land.

However, to the surprise of both her and her teacher, the person who wrote the letter was neither the two kings nor any of the rulers of the royal court.

Instead, it was a name they had never heard of: Shen Lin.

Even the well-informed old lich was somewhat baffled at this moment. He tried hard to recall the heroes in the royal court and those who had names and surnames from back then, but he could not find a Sarkaz with a similar name.

Liches are a race that is very prone to curiosity about the unknown, and for this reason, as an observer and recorder, Emengard felt it was necessary for her to witness the changes in Kazdel.

Emengard seems to have some recollection of this name, originating from a popular piano piece from Letania a year ago.

It is said that the composer of this piece was a famous music teacher in Letania. Emengard met with him and inquired about the source of inspiration and the creative process of the piece.

She was interested in this kind of knowledge.

However, the tutor's rambling reply bored her, and she knew that the piece of music definitely did not come from that tutor.

After her investigation, she was surprised to find that the creator of this piece was actually a Sarkaz, and that this Sarkaz had failed the exam here despite his performance of this piano piece.

And coincidentally, this Sarkaz man's name was also Shen Lin.

Could they be the same person?

Shaking her head, Emengard quickly banished the absurd idea from her mind, amused by her own sudden whim.

Who told the story that the current leader of Kazdel failed to make the list in Letania a year ago?

Emengard was not here on her teacher's orders, but rather because she wanted to meet the man named Shen Lin.

……

The Sarkaz wander this land, and the Lich... has always been a wanderer among the Sarkaz.

Liches are never in a hurry to find a stance for themselves.

They walk the earth, collecting knowledge and guarding it.

They will leave immediately if any place becomes unstable.

They disliked getting involved in political struggles, which was the main reason the Lich King's Court left Kazdel.

They simply wanted to leave a spark for the transmission of knowledge.

When Emengard set foot on Kazdel again, she was slightly taken aback, because she had traveled all the way from Letania to the desert within Kazdel without any hindrance.

She remembered that when she left this place in the past, several clueless mercenaries tried to rob her and her teacher of their belongings.

She was then deeply impressed by the chaos and incurability of Kazdel.

Now, not only have she not encountered any Sarkaz mercenaries on the outskirts of Kazdel, but the deeper she goes into Kazdel, the less she finds any trace of Sarkaz.

This scene was like an invisible hand gently tugging at Emengard's heartstrings, causing her curiosity to grow wildly like weeds, becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.

Following the directions indicated by the letter, she arrived at a piece of land located in the southeast of Kazdel.

This place is not easy to find.

Upon arriving at a mountain range covered with Originium crystals, she wondered why the other party had led her to this desolate place. Once she looked around, she couldn't take her eyes off it.

Deep within that desolate wasteland, seemingly forgotten by time, the densely packed Sarkaz people, like a group of persistent dream builders, are resolutely sculpting the outline of hope amidst the double siege of desolation and sandstorms.

Through hard work, with extraordinary perseverance and courage, they allowed the nascent form of a town to slowly rise amidst the howling winds and sandstorms.

Rough stones were piled up to form the outer walls of the houses, simple wooden beams supported the low roofs, and winding paths appeared and disappeared among the sparse buildings, all revealing the simplicity and primitiveness of the early days.

Her heart felt as if struck by lightning, and a wave of shock and disbelief surged over her.

In her past understanding, Kazdel was synonymous with desolation, a dead end of hope.

Today, Kazdel is like a giant awakening from the slumber of history, carving out its own territory inch by inch on that vast, windswept wasteland with perseverance and courage.

Perhaps all the Sarkaz people, except for those from Kazdel, have gathered here.

When Emengard found a Sarkaz on the road and asked him about the current situation in Kazdel, the Sarkaz's fanatical words made her frown.

And the factory that Rem bought, and the grain imported by Yan Kingdom?

Emengard shook his head. The lich's knowledge was limited to Originium Arts; he didn't have a thorough understanding of economic theory.

But even a normal person can understand that if Kazdel were so rich, would he have ended up doing so poorly before?

She remembered very well what Kazdel looked like when she and her teacher left.

She then inquired with many Sarkaz people about Kazdel, and the information she received was largely the same.

Emengard's thoughts drifted back to the past, to Kazdel, a place where the streets were dilapidated, hunger was ever-present, and every inch of air was filled with the stench of war and the putrid smell of corpses.

But now, the Kazdel described by the Sarkaz before her seems to have undergone a complete transformation, with a burgeoning industrial blueprint. This huge contrast shocked her and also aroused her doubts.

She walked slowly along the town's main road, her gaze sweeping over the newly opened shops on the street. Although the goods were not dazzling, they were still diverse, most of which were marked with the symbols of Rembiko and Yan Kingdom.

The Sarkaz coming and going had a long-lost energy on their faces, and their hurried steps revealed their busyness and drive.

Even if partnering with RemBike to purchase a factory can solve the immediate production crisis, can the subsequent technical support and manpower allocation keep up?

Importing grain from Yan is a long and costly undertaking, so how can the financial chain be maintained?

Emengard pondered to herself as she continued on her way.

When Emengard's gaze fell upon that magnificent scene, all words caught in his throat, and he could no longer utter a single syllable.

Countless Sarkaz people are building a smooth road. Each person is doing their job in an orderly manner, and their focused expressions suggest that nothing in the world can disturb their minds.

And in those bright eyes, a blazing flame leaped—a brilliant light called hope, enough to dispel any gloom.

This inevitably plunged her into deep self-doubt.

She opened the map and checked it, confirming that she was indeed traveling in Kazdel and not somewhere else.

Could it be that Kazdel was actually very rich before, and she just didn't know it?

She shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the absurd thought. The past suffering was still vivid in her mind: starving people on the streets and dilapidated houses, all of which testified to the poverty she had endured.

She continued along the road, a premonition in her heart that as long as she found the person in charge named Shen Lin, her doubts would be resolved.

Before that, she randomly stopped a few Sarkaz people on the roadside to ask about Shen Lin's deeds and how he turned Kazdel into what it is today.

She received a variety of answers, but when the different ones were put together, the story unfolded in a way that was both magical and unbelievable.

He single-handedly helped the Sarkaz workers, drove out the corrupt Imperials, founded the Sarkaz Democratic Union, shone brightly in the courts, gained the support of the royal courts, and completed the economic reforms of Kazdel...

The more Emengard listened, the more magical things seemed to become.

The key point is that these Sarkaz don't seem to be lying, and besides, the changes in Kazdel can indeed be described as earth-shattering.

She suddenly felt that all those years had been wasted as a lich.

Although liches are not interested in power struggles and keep their distance from them.

However, at this moment, looking at the scene before her, a spark of curiosity quietly ignited in her heart, and it burned brighter and brighter.

Liches have an insatiable thirst for knowledge.

If Kazdel were a problem that countless wise Sarkaz people could not solve, even her teacher, who had dedicated her life to its study, would be helpless against it.

Now, in Emengard's eyes, someone has presented her with the answer, and she is so eager to know how they solved the problem.

How did this Sarkaz, with no qualifications what kind of magic, manage to achieve this in a world dominated by old fogies who adhere to the rules and regard seniority as the ultimate standard?

Emengard felt that she couldn't do anything on Kazdel's soil, let alone achieve what she has today.

Even the old lich, whose thinking was already quite enlightened, still retained the bad traits of the older generation.

She couldn't help but twitch her brow a few times when she remembered how her teacher stuffed all sorts of strange and unusual paintings into her little square.

With various questions swirling in her mind, she stopped using her Originium Arts to travel and instead relied on her own footsteps to sense the changes in Kazdel.

Just like green seedlings breaking through the soil in the wasteland, the breaking of a single seedling is hope, and the breaking of a group of seedlings is new life.

Kazdel, a once-destroyed kingdom, is experiencing a rebirth.

Along the way, she asked many Sarkaz people, and the answers she received from them were all pretty much the same.

They were filled with positive emotions toward the man named Shen Lin; longing, admiration, and fervor were all too complex to be summed up in a single word.

At that moment, Emengard was strolling through the bustling crowd when his gaze was inadvertently drawn to a striking black figure.

Upon closer inspection, one could see a tall and upright young Sarkaz standing out. Dressed in black, he resembled a wisp of spirit formed from the night, exuding a unique composure and competence.

Although his clothes lacked the extravagant attire of the royal court personnel, and could even be described as ordinary, his unique charisma made him stand out in the crowd.

"If you ever wish to see me in the future, there is no need for formalities. Just go directly to the Sarkaz Democratic Union and I will be waiting for you there."

The pattern described in the letter was exactly the same as the armband on the man's sleeve at that moment. Emengard thought that she could use this Sarkaz to introduce her to the Sarkaz Democratic Union and find Shen Lin.

At that moment, the Sarkaz was solemnly explaining something to a group of people, while Emengard stood by.

After the man finished his work, she quickly walked over.

"Do you know how to get to the Sarkaz... Democratic Union?"

"Oh...right, let me find this, it's my letter of recommendation."

Emengard took out the letter Shen Lin had written to the Lich King's Court and handed it to him. She noticed a hint of surprise and delight flash in the man's eyes as he took the letter.

However, he did not open the letter to read its contents, but instead returned it to her.

Just as Emengard's gaze met that of the young Sarkaz, a warm smile, like the spring sun breaking through the clouds, slowly bloomed on his lips.

"Are you here to see Shen Lin? I happen to be going to his office too. If you don't mind, let's go together."

……

Emengard sensed that the man beside her was very talkative, and he methodically introduced her to the projects to be developed along the way and the projects that were already underway.

Even though she had witnessed it before, hearing it again from a man's mouth still gave her a sense of shock and a sense of the unreal.

Emengard, holding her enormous mage hat, gazed with her crimson eyes at the poignant changes around her and couldn't help but ask.

What is your opinion of Lord Shen Lin?

She wanted to know if the Sarkaz people around her all held him in high esteem.

"Him? Nothing special, he's just like every other Sarkaz here."

The man's answer surprised Emengard; it was unlike any answer she had ever heard before.

In the past, the responses she received were always full of praise for the mysterious chairman, but now this Sarkaz seemed to be an anomaly among them.

Are they the same?

“The Sarkaz people here could not accomplish such a feat as he did.”

Thinking about the changes in Kazdel, Emengard sighed softly, feeling a sense of admiration for the Sarkaz she had never met.

"This is not the achievement of any one person; it is the result of the hard work of all the Sarkaz people."

“In the past, there were no Sarkaz in Kazdel who did not strive for a living; they were either scavengers, mercenaries, or factory workers.”

"Everyone is struggling to survive, yet many Sarkaz people are still starving to death."

"But at this moment, the Sarkaz people have achieved a long-awaited unity, and together they have created this miracle."

"The situation in Kazdel today can only be described as an improvement, not a great achievement."

“This level of development is far from enough for Kazdel; he can do even better.”

Emengard's brow furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

Although Kazdel cannot compare with those prosperous nations, its rapid development in such a short period of time is already a miracle for the land of Terra.

If that's not the case, why would she go to such lengths to find out how the other person achieved such a great feat?

In her heart, she felt she should pay the sincerest respect to the man who changed Kazdel's fate, no matter what. This was a basic respect and a sign of reverence for the new life of this land.

However, she wouldn't refute the man beside her, since her only goal was to meet the Sarkaz named Shen Lin.

She took a deep breath and stopped asking the man beside her, instead listening quietly to his explanation of the changes in Kazdel.