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Mercenaries and scavengers are now very rare in Kazdel; they have been assigned to factories or incorporated into the army by the Sarkaz Democratic Union.

"Currently, the country with which we have the most frequent business dealings is Yan. Since we built the road, the transportation costs of our products have been greatly reduced."

"They prefer to buy some Originium by-products from us rather than Rembiko."

"But they don't consume everything they produce. As our production scale expands, these surplus products will be directly invested in our military industry and will no longer generate revenue, so the deficit will inevitably expand further."

"There are still a large number of refugees to be resettled, oh! And the eleven warships we captured need maintenance."

Theresa was stunned. In the past, Babel had never received such strong support from the royal court, making economic development extremely difficult for her.

Therefore, the Tower of Babel rarely intervened in economic development, especially the expenses required for the army, which were borne by each royal court itself.

Now that Kazdel has been completely integrated, she only realized how immense the pressure was on the development of this area after hearing Shen Lin mention it.

"However, we don't need to worry too much about mobile cities."

"It's both good news and bad news."

"The bad news is that we don't have any funds to purchase mobile cities."

"The good news is that we captured quite a few warships, and for us, gunboats are like mobile cities."

Shen Lin smiled slightly.

While mobile cities are a rarity in Kazdel, they are not in other countries.

Surely their neighbor Syracuse has over twenty mobile cities, and these cities are often adjacent to each other.

This is much more impressive than Kazdel before. There's no need to worry about them escaping; we can wipe them all out in one fell swoop.

Their military strength was weak; they had no army of any significant size, no high-speed warships, and no city defense artillery to defend against them.

According to the information from the shapeshifters, they were still playing a gangster-like game there.

When the time comes, the warships can just run them over, and all of these things will be theirs.

Others store grain, I store guns, others are my granary!

"Shen Lin, do you mean... gunboats are mobile cities?"

Theresa pondered for a moment, her mind conjuring up the image of a large gunboat, its size comparable to a small mobile city, and her eyes lit up.

If you remove all those weapons, equipment, and other miscellaneous items, they will have a mobile platform capable of supporting a city!

This way, all these industries can be successfully transferred to the mobile city, and a large amount of maintenance costs will be saved!

"We only need a short period of time to transfer all our industries there."

The man stroked his chin, deep in thought.

Theresa listened and nodded repeatedly. Although dismantling the gunboat was a technical task, it wouldn't take much time.

"Theresia, you continue to oversee the handover of Rembico. We're about to begin the industrial relocation."

"By the time their mobile transport equipment arrives, we'll probably have already completed our mission."

Theresa's eyes grew brighter as she listened. She was delighted by Shen Lin's change, and a joyful smile spread across her face.

"I didn't expect that you, Shen Lin, could have changed so much in such a short time."

"Making this decision must have taken a lot of determination."

Faced with the girl's nonchalant attitude, Shen Lin was quite surprised. He had thought she would be shocked and puzzled by his decision.

He had prepared his response, but it was as if something was stuck in his throat that he couldn't say. In the end, it just turned into a sigh of relief.

Theresa has grown up too!

"We are now walking a tightrope over a dead end, and no decision can be made without determination."

"But you, Theresa, did a good job on the mission!"

Despite feeling somewhat uncomfortable, the man still praised the girl in front of him.

His praise seemed to please Theresa, and in an instant, her originally clear eyes overflowed with uncontrollable laughter.

"In that case, I will continue to entrust Kazdel to you, Your Highness Shen Lin."

With a teasing remark, the girl's laughter, like silver bells in the wind, gradually faded away with the gentle breeze.

The man chuckled and shook his head. When she returned and saw the number of mobile cities in Kazdel, she was sure to be astonished.

Not long after Theresa left, a figure in a black dress slowly walked up to Shen Lin's side, her ruby-like eyes looking in the direction the girl had left.

She always felt that Theresa... might have misunderstood something.

Feeling the man's gaze upon her, she gave a slight bow.

"Please forgive my unauthorized visit, Your Highness Shen Lin."

"Theresis asked me to tell you that he is ready. Now we are just waiting for the Blood Lord to set up the coordinates in Kazdel so that we can carry out your plan."

Upon hearing this, Shen Lin's eyes lit up.

Therese's actions were faster than he had anticipated, and according to the information Ducarre gave him, the coordinates would be set up soon, within the next few days.

"only……"

The man merely raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Just say what you have to say, Lamaren."

“I’m a little worried…we’ll become the target of everyone’s criticism.”

"And we're waging war with such a high debt ratio..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Lin merely gave a meaningful smile.

"How can this be called a war? As I said, we are just preparing to take back what is rightfully ours, and it is perfectly legitimate."

"But...but..."

The man raised his hand to interrupt Ramalen, his gaze falling on the still-operating factory below.

"The Sarkaz people used to be exhausted. They were already struggling just to survive, let alone have a happy life later on!"

"Unless someone steps forward and tells them that the Sarkaz should not have to suffer like this, and makes them realize that things should not be this way."

"This is our duty as demon lords, Ramalen."

"Otherwise, why would they find this intolerable?"

Following the man's gaze, Lamaren looked down.

The blast furnace roared to life, its flames illuminating the surrounding sky, and waves of heat swept over us.

Countless figures hurried through the heat and noise, their steps firm, the tools and equipment in their hands clanging together with crisp sounds.

As dusk falls, the warm afterglow spills over this bustling land, gilding everything with a soft golden glow.

Like stars in the sky, the Sarkaz people are busy at their respective posts, their faces beaming with simple joy, their laughter echoing through the air.

Occasionally, with the successful completion of a task, excited shouts would rise and fall, full of vibrant energy.

Lamaren stood quietly to the side, her gaze occasionally drifting into a daze.

She remembered very clearly that this place used to be a desolate wilderness.

However, in just over a year, this land has undergone tremendous changes.

“When we look back at the history of the Sarkaz’s nomadic life, we make a very funny discovery—we have never been truly united except for now.”

"What defeats us is always ourselves."

"But now, faith and hope bind us together, and the Sarkaz's united strength is unparalleled."

"But using this power naturally comes at a price."

"It's the pineapple-flavored pizza we had to feed each and every one of those Syracuseans!"

"Your intentions..."

Lamaren knew the man before her had made his decision. She prepared to lift her skirt and bow, but Shen Lin stopped her.

She looked into the man's eyes, took a deep breath, and raised her right fist.

"For victory!"

Chapter Fifty-Two: Let Our Names Resound Throughout Terra

Letania

Inside the luxurious room, a Capricorn nobleman looked at a diplomatic report from the Yan Kingdom in his hands.

"This statement is filled with baseless smears and attacks against Yan Country, and we firmly oppose it!"

"..."

"Yan Guoguo urged Letania not to become a source of trouble that disrupts the stability of Terra."

The first law of politics is that only what is officially denied is credible.

The Marquis put down the report in his hand, and his trusted confidants immediately gathered around him.

"Your Excellency, our envoys have not returned."

"I am afraid……"

"I'm afraid the chances of survival are slim."

The dignified and composed Caprini gently swirled the red wine in his glass, the crimson liquid flowing slightly within.

"Spread the word."

"We must let everyone know that the demons have blasphemed the honor of our Letania. It is these ignorant beings who have caused the people of Letania to live in misery."

"These ignorant and short-sighted demons don't realize they've incurred the wrath of the masses!"

Letania is divided into nine regions. With its high degree of autonomy, even if the Vasser territory suffers such a calamity, the other regions will only cast mocking glances at it.

It was because that idiot Franz ruined the future of the Vasseur territory.

Without the dreadnoughts, the Vassehr Territory is like a toothless tiger; breathing on it won't do any harm.

"Notify every noble, every general, and every knight under our command..."

"A war to defend honor is about to begin."

"As a member of Letania, when Letania's glory is tarnished, our enemies will pay the price."

Grain requisition, forced donations...

As the Marquis issued one order after another, the confidant became increasingly alarmed.

His brows furrowed, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Your Excellency Marquis, have you... made up your mind to fight those demons to the death?"

"Perhaps...we should be more cautious?"

After all, the situation with the sixteen warships was still fresh in everyone's mind...

The Marquis slowly turned around, the light shining on his sharply defined face. He squinted slightly and gently shook his head.

His voice softened, carrying a persuasive quality.

"Oh! Perhaps you didn't understand what I really meant."

“The demons…they must exist, they definitely exist.”

"The significance of purging the demons is not actually purging them, but letting others know that we are purging them."

"At that time, we'll just grab a few demons, execute them in public, and announce it to the outside world, claiming that the Laetanians have dealt them a huge blow through their joint efforts."

"No one will go to Kazdel to confirm it themselves. Reitit was a very good young man, and I feel sorry for his sacrifice."

His confidants suddenly realized what was going on.

"As you wish, Your Excellency Marquis."

Even when they're trying to wipe out the demons, they have to make a show of it.

After all, they have to appease the people who are dissatisfied with the fundraising and tax increases, otherwise there will be far fewer workers willing to stay in their regions.

There is an elephant in a crowded room, but the rule for entering the room is that you cannot reveal the elephant's name.