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When they arrived at the Sarkaz Democratic Union, the staff's eyes immediately focused on them. They immediately stopped what they were doing, stood up straight, and bowed respectfully to the two men in unison.

That kind of aura shocked even Emengard.

She glanced sideways at the young Sarkaz beside her, a hint of doubt rising in her heart. Judging from this, this guy seemed to have quite a lot of prestige here.

Emengard followed the man with a strange feeling, but when they arrived at the office, they found it completely empty.

It seems to have come at the wrong time.

Emengard sighed inwardly, just as she was about to turn around and thank the man who had guided her all the way.

But he showed no sign of lingering and walked steadily straight to his desk.

Under the girl's somewhat dazed gaze, Shen Lin revealed a gentle smile and extended a warm invitation to the lich girl.

“I am delighted to receive the Lich King’s Court’s goodwill. Please have a seat, Lady Emengard.”

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Chapter Thirty-Two: The Miracle is Named "Love"

She had no idea that the young Sarkaz who had accompanied her all the way here was Shen Lin, whom she had longed to meet.

In an instant, she felt her head buzz, as if an overloaded machine was on the verge of crashing.

Her thoughts drifted back to what she had been watching all the way here, gazing at Shen Lin's retreating figure.

I had many unfounded speculations about this man in my heart, but now, looking back, those thoughts seem so ridiculous and absurd, and a burning sense of shame instantly wells up in my heart.

She subconsciously raised her hand, wishing she could immediately cover her embarrassed face with the huge hat on her head, as if that would hide her inner awkwardness and embarrassment.

She had already made many guesses about Shen Lin's appearance while on the way.

But reality, like a playful snap of the fingers, burst all her carefully woven fantasy bubbles one by one. The young succubus in front of her, with her youthful vigor and simplicity, truly overturned all her expectations.

She could never have imagined that this friendly young Sarkaz was connected to Shen Lin, who had gained absolute dominance with the support of most of the Kazdel royal courts.

Seemingly sensing Emengard's predicament, Shen Lin broke the silence first.

"Please forgive me for the poor hospitality this time. If I had known you had come to Kazdel, I would have sent someone to wait at the border to bring you over."

"Speaking of which, how is Mr. Fremont doing in Letania?"

Emengard's mood had calmed down a bit, and she nodded slightly.

“You’re exaggerating. My teacher is perfectly fine. He originally planned to come back with me this time, but because of the Witch King, the situation in Letania is not optimistic.”

“He cares about each and every one of his students, so he plans to return to Kazdel after he has settled things in Letania.”

"As you know, old people always like to ramble on about random things, so I came first."

"The liches are part of Kazdel, and it is only right that they do their part when Kazdel needs them."

For some reason, even though the man in front of her seemed to be speaking to her in a gentle and pleasant manner, she still felt a subtle sense of pressure, which made Emengard subconsciously act a little reserved.

After the usual pleasantries, Emengard raised his eyes and gazed quietly at the man opposite him. His eyes were like a deep, unfathomable pool, concealing emotions that were hard to fathom.

She gritted her teeth, but finally couldn't suppress her curiosity. In a soft yet tentative voice, she asked the question that mattered most to her.

"How...did you manage to develop Kazdel into what it is today?"

"When my teacher and I first came here, it was just a pile of ruins..."

"Given your current level of modification to Kazdel, it will be difficult to complete in a short period of time."

From his conversation with the lich girl along the way, Shen Lin knew that her purpose was not to inquire about the meaning behind those actions. He noticed that she did not show any enthusiasm when he was explaining.

What she cares about is something more ethereal, yet something that truly affects every Sarkaz person.

"Feelings are reciprocal, Emengard. You can only receive sincerity in return for sincerity."

“Every ordinary Sarkaz living in Kazdel has their own wishes: children want candy, scavengers want to find food for tomorrow, and ordinary people want a peaceful and harmonious environment…”

"The so-called Kazdel is made up of the simple and pure wishes of countless Sarkaz people. They built Kazdel brick by brick in order to have a better tomorrow."

"And as a leader, one should always adhere to this principle."

Shen Lin tilted his head slightly, and Emengard noticed that his jewel-like eyes suddenly sharpened.

"Be always wary of those who will become dictators, who, in their mistaken assumptions, place their own desires and affairs above those of their followers."

"They only want the people to pay for their grand vision, but they never ask whether the people love the land they stand on now."

Even illiterate Sarkaz people understand whether his past life was happy or sad, blessed or painful.

Why would so many Sarkaz people go through fire and water for such a noble cause, only to shed tears in the process?

"There is only one reason: the bright future they describe belongs only to people like them, not to all Sarkaz."

"Therefore, my success is not accidental but inevitable."

"The people of Sarkaz chose me, this land chose me, and this era chose me."

“I’m not referring to a Sarkaz named Shen Lin sitting here. He could be anyone, but he would definitely choose to do the same thing as me.”

"It is a banner, it is an ideology, it is a spirit of unity in resisting foreign enemies!"

The anger emanating from the man was like a burst dam, surging and pouring out without reservation through his words.

Each word was like a sharp arrow carrying the force of thunder, surging in like a tidal wave.

Emengard felt a sharp clench in her heart, causing her chest to tighten, her breath to stop for a moment, and her mind to go blank.

Taking a deep breath, Emengard tried to suppress his still pounding heart.

Emengard now understands that it was no accident that the other party was able to sit in this position. The emotion that the man in front of her showed at that moment almost made her break her unwavering neutrality.

"Thank you so much for clearing up my doubts..."

"If I can contribute even a little to the construction of Kazdel during this trip, I will be content."

"I wonder what the Lich King's Court needs to do for Kazdel?"

When the topic turned to business, the man immediately composed himself and took a deep breath.

"Is there an Originium Arts technique that can completely conceal something?"

Emengard was somewhat surprised by the man's question. She had thought he might make some difficult request, but it turned out to be just a simple question.

"Although a banshee skilled in sorcery can do this, it is only through an illusion of altering the effects of light and shadow."

"In addition to confusing the eye, the magic arrays used by liches can also conceal energy fluctuations."

As Emengard spoke, she raised her hand and drew a formation on a piece of white paper in front of her, which then vanished from her hand in an instant.

Only when she slightly shook the white paper could one perceive the subtle fluctuations in space.

"Does this kind of formation consume a lot of energy?"

"If it's only on a small scale, it can basically be maintained for a long time."

"The only limitation is that the formation has quality requirements for the target; if the target cannot withstand the formation's burden, then..."

Emengard shook the white paper that had materialized in her hand, and it slowly decomposed into dust invisible to the naked eye, gradually dissipating into the air.

"It will turn out like this."

With the deepening of research into Originium Arts, society has developed in a way that is different from the past. Whether in the fields of medicine, education, or military, formations have begun to be widely used in all aspects of life.

In the Sarkaz, liches are masters of formation research. They may not be the best attackers, but they are absolutely terrifying in defense.

"May I ask, where do you intend to use this formation?"

Meeting Emengard's curious gaze, Shen Lin made no attempt to hide anything and told her directly about the threats Kazdel was currently facing.

The precarious situation in Terra, and the brief respite that can be gained after a desperate gamble.

Emengard listened quietly, initially enjoying his analysis of the situations in various countries. She was amazed that he possessed such a sophisticated intelligence network in Kazdel.

When he mentioned offending the Duke of Victoria and Elector Letaniafred, her brow twitched slightly, and she had a bad feeling.

When the man finally revealed his plan to spend thirty years sharpening a blade, her mouth slightly agape, her body seemed frozen in place, unable to move.

Even Emengard was shocked by his audacious and reckless actions. Her crimson pupils trembled slightly, and her heart was churning with turmoil.

At this moment, some of her questions on the road were also answered. Not long ago, she was wondering how Kazdel's economic operating model could support long-term development.

Now she finally understood that the man in front of her didn't want long-term development at all; he was just trying to squeeze every last bit of value out of Kazdel to the Sarkaz before making a final desperate gamble.

The key question is, are these things even something she can listen to?

Emengard began to regret her damned curiosity.

"If I say I want to go back to Letania now, is it too late?"

"It's nothing, I just haven't seen my teacher for a few days and I miss him a little."

Shen Lin paused upon hearing this.

"But you just said..."

"That was just now, this is now..."

Looking at the lich girl before him, who had lost all color and seemed to have no will to live, Shen Lin finally managed a slight smile.

“That was just a little joke, Emengard. I won’t force anyone to do something against their will.”

"Because there may be too many uncertainties during the delivery of the letter, I did not explain the details in the previous letter to avoid causing unnecessary impact on Kazdel. For this, I apologize to the Lich King's Court."

"The Lich King's Court has made many contributions to Kazdel over the years, which has been witnessed by all the Sarkaz people. The Lich King's Court played an indispensable role in the establishment of Kazdel City in the past."

"This is the Lich King's right to know, and I am willing to trust you."

Upon hearing this, Emengard seemed to experience a sudden burst of energy before death, and he sat up from his chair once again.

But looking into the man's sincere gaze, she felt a lump in her throat, unable to utter a single word about wanting to go back.

Finally, she simply sighed softly, her scarlet eyes looking at Shen Lin with complex emotions—longing, shock, and a hint of expectation for the future.

"I'm just feeling a bit sentimental... Kazdel's history has come full circle back to war."

"Back then, Princess Theresa dedicated herself to changing the image of the Sarkaz in the eyes of others, attempting to break the preconceived notions most people had about them, but in the end, she still failed..."

The man simply shook his head, a sense of helplessness emanating from the depths of his eyes like wisps of smoke.

“A doctor once conducted an interesting experiment. He labeled people as mentally ill, and no matter how normal they behaved, they were still considered mentally ill by others.”

"The larger the crowd and the more authoritative the person transmitting the information, the stronger this mentality of submission will be. People are easily influenced within the framework of social authority."

"They will engage in a series of behaviors that violate their own values ​​and personality in order to gain social recognition and a sense of security."

"Therefore, they must imagine that the Sarkaz are despicable."

"We must unite, not divide, against such unfounded accusations against an entire race; we must deliver a heavy blow, not cower."

"When everyone thinks we're demons, what's wrong with us being demons?"

"We had nothing to begin with, so what is there that we cannot lose?"

Upon hearing this, Emengard closed her eyes, not wanting Shen Lin to see the wavering in them.

Yes... the Sarkaz had nothing to begin with.

Having lived in Letania for so many years, she has gained a deeper understanding of the heartache behind the man's seemingly simple words.

No one will listen to a madman's explanation, just as bad people often say they are not bad.

"Forget it, we're already here. Since we're already on this pirate ship, what's the point of saying so much?"

"Anyway, let's work together."

In an instant, the man's worried brows relaxed, and a beautiful smile curved his lips. His smile was like the first ray of dawn breaking through the clouds, full of relief and joy.

Perhaps it was fate, but the final cog in his plan was put into place at this last moment.

"Thank you, Emengard."