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At this moment, in a mine, several Carter's workers gathered in twos and threes, seemingly discussing something.

"A lump of iron! A lump of iron!"

"Have you heard? Kazdel has completely invaded Syracuse!"

"And those Sarkaz people only took a few hours to completely paralyze the entire city of Syracuse!"

Carter, whose face was flushed, began to vividly describe what he knew to his fellow workers.

"I heard that the big family in Syracuse brought several hundred people, almost all of our factory's employees, and they were wiped out in a single encounter!"

"Several hundred people! They scattered in an instant!"

When he got excited, he started to pose as if he were charging forward towards his fellow workers, but his listless demeanor didn't resemble the overwhelming force that could sweep everything away.

His action immediately caused his coworkers to burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! You old drunkard, you're at it again! How reliable is your intelligence network anyway?!"

"The incident with the fire giant was indeed quite surprising, and it was indeed something you, Old Drunkard, witnessed with your own eyes."

"But we've seen you every day these past few days! Surely you didn't see it with your own eyes this time too!"

“Yeah! You’re going too far by praising the Sarkaz. I’ve been to Syracuse, and no matter how weak it is, it’s still a country. I’ve also seen the Sarkaz. It would have been a tough fight for such a small number of people to conquer them.”

"You old drunkard, I've told you not to drink so much every time!!"

Seeing that no one believed him, the old drunkard became anxious and started yelling.

"A friend of mine in Syracuse told me this!"

"He told me that it was a terrible night. The Sarkaz were like gods descending from heaven, and the Syracuses had no chance to fight back!"

"However, it seems that the Sarkaz people all went straight to the families and the city center, without attacking the civilians in the remote areas."

"That's why they escaped that disaster."

Just as they were having a lively conversation, a Caterpillar worker suddenly walked in, and looking at them curiously, he noticed the noisy environment.

"Get ready!"

"That Kazdel diplomat from last time is back!"

"I heard they're planning to discuss cooperation with us this time!"

The surrounding environment suddenly became quiet.

"Let Old Drunkard and Iron Lump handle this time. They're usually the ones who take care of these things."

"I have no opinion."

A Sarkaz diplomat?!

No one noticed the subtle changes in the expressions of the old drunkard and the iron lump when they heard that the other party had arrived.

The old drunkard and the iron lump looked at each other, both seeing the fear on each other's faces.

A few days ago, several Casters who were on a mission in Kazdel happened to witness the Demon King publicly executing several Leitanian diplomatic ambassadors.

According to their descriptions, the scene was so inappropriate for children that it was enough to send chills down the spines of the old drunkard and the iron lump.

Now that the other side's diplomatic ambassador has arrived, what if he has a bad temper? Will their factory be destroyed like it was in Syracuse?

"Hey, do you think... she might suddenly pull out an axe?"

"An axe? He's a diplomat! At most, he'll use Originium magic to flatten this place!"

"Leveled?!"

The old drunkard's rabbit ears instantly became knotted.

"Oh no, I haven't finished that barrel of aged wine yet!"

"Quick...get ready!! Iron Lump, we can't let them down!"

……

Whenever Theresa sets foot on the land of Rembiton, her thoughts inevitably compare this land to Kazdel.

The windswept wasteland, the dry air, and the gray sky that seemed to hang over her head forever—all of this felt strangely familiar to her.

In her imagination, Rembiton was like a mirror image of Kazdel, as if it were the ideal blueprint for Kazdel's development.

However, this idea remained only in her mind and could not become a reality.

Rembito possesses the richest Originium veins in all of Terra, and the natural landscape of lakes and valleys adds endless vitality and resources to this land.

In contrast, Kazdel appears barren and desolate, as if it were a corner forgotten by fate.

There was a time when Kazdel's development plans were repeatedly thwarted, as if every effort was ruthlessly shattered by an invisible force.

In the era of the Tower of Babel, Kazdel didn't even have the leverage to exchange technology with Rembiton, and could only watch helplessly as his dreams sank into the mire of reality.

However, everything is different now.

Since Shen Lin took over the management of Kazdel, this land seems to have been injected with new vitality. The economic development is incredibly rapid, and the once unattainable diplomatic relations have gradually become stable.

Even so, Theresa still couldn't fully understand why the lives of the Sarkaz people had changed so drastically simply by printing paper money.

The circulation of paper money is like an invisible key that unlocked the door to the Kazdel economy, giving new vitality to the once dormant market.

Although Kazdel still struggles to surpass Rembiton in industrial technology, Theresa believes that as long as they continue down this path, one day every Sarkaz person will be able to have a decent job and live a stable life.

The wind and sand still howled in her ears. Theresa gently closed her eyes, as if she saw Kazdel's shadow in this unfamiliar land.

With the help of several Cartes, she successfully met the person in charge she needed to find on this trip.

Last time, we purchased a factory from Rembit, but this time we need their help to relocate the factory, so the person in charge is different this time.

Theresa's voice was gentle and clear, like a refreshing breeze, instantly breaking the dull atmosphere in the mine.

"Excuse me, everyone."

"I am Theresia from Kazdel. I have come here to discuss some matters of cooperation with you all."

After Theresa greeted them politely, both the old drunkard and Iron Lump looked very surprised.

Iron Lump secretly winked at the old drunkard beside him.

Hey! You old drunkard, this Sarkaz doesn't seem like the cruel and ruthless person you described!

The old drunkard blinked a few times, not to be outdone.

You lumpy iron! Have you wasted all these years?! What kind of bad guy wears his badness on his face?!

"You...you said that as long as it is within our power, we will do our best."

Theresa was a little uncomfortable with the other party's humble attitude, because in the past, Kazdel was the one who had to be humble.

Although Theresa had a feeling that... the other party's attitude was a bit too polite.

"That's right, we plan to relocate the factory we purchased here last time to the mobile city."

Both the iron lump and the old drunkard were stunned for a moment.

"Factory relocation?"

"But...as far as we know, wasn't Kazdel already destroyed?"

The old drunkard and the iron lump were both present at the time, and the destruction of Kazdel was no secret.

Theresa's face still wore that same gentle smile.

"Although our mobile city has been destroyed, we still have gunboats!"

Theresa's mind conjured up the image of the massive mobile platform supporting the gunboat; she had specifically requested the exact data before leaving Kazdel.

While this size might make the industrial area feel a bit crowded, it's perfectly adequate.

This immediately triggered the old drunkard; his rabbit ears suddenly stood up, and his eyes flashed wildly at the metal lump beside him.

Lump of iron! See what I just said?

Gunboats...Syracuse, it's all connected!

Warning!! That was definitely a warning!!

A lump of iron! She meant that if negotiations failed, they should just go and rob it from a gunboat!

Good heavens! Is Sarkaz diplomacy always this direct?

"Now! Immediately! Right now! We can start work!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We're all ready and can start work anytime!"

Theresa was quite surprised by the other party's enthusiasm.

This interview seems to have gone surprisingly smoothly.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble you all."

"If you have the time, I would like to invite you to visit Kazdel more often. We will certainly treat you with the utmost courtesy."

The words had barely left their mouths when they saw the other person's face turn even paler. The two looked at each other, their ears trembling, as if they had something difficult to say.

Theresa was somewhat puzzled.

Kazdel doesn't seem to have had any diplomatic incidents, does it?

She was prepared to give the other party a shot in the arm.

"You don't need to worry. Not long ago, a delegation from Letania visited Kazdel. They treated us with great hospitality, and we returned the favor with our own."

"If you are willing to visit, we will certainly do our best to be your hosts."

The heavy iron wrench clattered from his hand. He looked shakily at the old drunkard beside him, who was also looking at him with the same expression.

They were indeed very enthusiastic, after all, they were speaking from the heart.

Recalling their coworker's horrific description, the two rabbits present couldn't help but shudder.

Old drunkard! What do we do? What do we do? This is like taking someone hostage!

Hurry! You lump of iron! Weld me into the safe! I'd rather spend my whole life with the Originium Mine!

Theresa looked at the two Casters in front of her with a puzzled expression, who seemed to exchange flirtatious glances with every word they spoke.

She's getting impatient! She's getting impatient!!

Although the smile on the other person's face remained warm, to the two Carters, it was no different from the smile of the devil.

If they dare to show any displeasure or say the wrong thing, the Sarkaz might just charge into their homes!

"By the way, you guys..."

Just as Theresa was about to ask if there was some misunderstanding, she saw the two rabbits already huddled together, their ears tangled in a knot, screaming in unison.

"We'll cooperate! We'll all move to Kazdel tomorrow! Don't take advantage of us!!"

What? Don't take their money?

"Wait, I didn't mean to force you..."

"You don't need to say anything! We understand!"

"Yes, yes, it was entirely voluntary on our part!"

The old drunkard grabbed the iron lump's shoulder and gave a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Gentlemen, I sense that you have some... misunderstanding?"

Under Theresa's questioning gaze, the old drunkard suddenly covered the iron lump's mouth, his rabbit ears twitching.

"No! Absolutely not! We've heard about the Sarkaz's hospitality! For example... for the Leitanian delegation!"

Sensing the old drunkard's frantic blinking as a hint, Iron Lump braced himself and continued the conversation.

"Yes, yes! I heard they were moved to tears when they left! Especially that...heart-to-heart part!"

"As you know, our Caucasian family has always been rather shy, so it's understandable that we feel a little uncomfortable in the face of such a grand occasion."

After receiving an explanation from the two Cartes, Theresa suddenly realized that the news about Shen Lin being in charge of receiving the Letanian delegation had reached Rembito!

She was on her way back last time, so she wasn't in charge of the reception work, but the streets were quite lively at the time.

It now seems that the reception was done quite well, even making the two Carters feel flattered.

This is how Sarkaz's diplomacy should be done—making the other side feel at home!