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Shen Lin's black crown was hanging over the holy city of Lateran when she suddenly received good news from the other party.

The collaboration with Laterano went smoothly; we set aside our hatred and created a whole new history for the Sarkaz.

This sudden and tremendous good news left Theresa's head buzzing, and it took her a while to slowly come back to her senses.

"Smoothly...that's just his usual style."

A smile played on her lips as the wind and sand swirled her scarf, revealing a gentle certainty in her eyes.

"I should bring him a little surprise when I go back this time."

……

Meanwhile, in a palace in Sargon, a crystal ball is reflecting a completely different negotiation.

Pasha Azmar curled up on the soft couch of the feathered beast, his fingertips gripping the edge of the crystal ball tightly.

He had been feeling uneasy lately, so he asked a renowned fortune teller to see what was wrong with him.

A war is reflected inside the sphere, and the image of the holy city of Lateran is crumbling inch by inch.

The bombs dropped by the aircraft they had never seen before shattered the towering city walls, and the Sarkaz tanks formed a steel torrent that rolled across the sacred land, the Kazdel flag on their armor so conspicuous.

The fallen Sakorta knelt on the scorched earth, burning the Bible; the ashes mixed with blood mist rose into a crimson cloud.

Azmar stared wide-eyed, his eyes seemingly about to pop out of their sockets, his gaze fixed on the crystal ball, completely oblivious to the fact that his fingertips had turned white from the excessive force, and his nails were almost embedded in the edge of the crystal ball.

"This... How is this possible..."

He muttered to himself, his voice filled with fear and disbelief, and his legs involuntarily curled up, trying to get away from the horrific sight before him.

They had never seen such a powerful war before. The Sarkaz people's fearless spirit and the torrent of steel and blood constantly challenged their previous understanding.

"This...this is the devil's march..."

"Report——!"

The guard's announcement rang out abruptly.

"An envoy from the western trade route requested an audience, saying it was about the rubber trade..."

"Make him wait!"

Azmar, without even looking up, roared in near-furious rage.

"Can't you see I'm checking the weather forecast?!"

The guards shrank back.

Azmar asked the diviner to continue replaying the scene for him.

The final image freezes on the demon lord's devastating blow that shattered the defenses with unparalleled power. At that moment, the giant blade, composed of raging energy, seemed to crush the sky, leaving scars on the earth with its unstoppable force.

crackling——

Even the crystal ball couldn't withstand such a scene replay. With a crisp sound, cracks like spider webs spread across the surface of the crystal ball.

Azmar stared in horror, his body trembling uncontrollably. He could never have imagined that such a terrifying scene, so utterly horrific, was unfolding in the distant Lateran.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and cold sweat soaked through his silk robe. Suddenly, the crystal ball hummed, and the scene cut to a close-up of Shen Lin. Beneath his black crown, those burning pupils seemed to pierce through time and space, striking his very soul.

In an instant, the crystal ball seemed to be struck by a heavy hammer of fate, and the dreamlike glass shattered in an instant. With a "bang", it turned into thousands of tiny crystal fragments, which echoed back and forth in the empty four walls and lingered for a long time.

"Crystal ball! My crystal ball!!"

The fortune teller's mournful wails echoed throughout the room.

Azmar collapsed onto the chair behind him as if his entire body had collapsed, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.

"Madmen... these Sarkaz are all madmen!"

"Your Excellency..."

The guard's trembling voice came through the crack in the door.

"The envoy had been waiting for half an hour; she said she was a diplomat from Kazdel..."

Dead silence.

Azmar slowly turned his head, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints. He and the fortune teller exchanged a glance, both seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

"Kazdel? Why the hell didn't you say so sooner?!"

He immediately stood up and kicked over the gilded table, spilling the overturned mead into the shattered powder of the crystal ball.

"Sit?! You're letting that esteemed envoy sit in the side hall?! Is that a place where people can sit?!"

"Quickly! Quickly, bring them to our lobby!!"

……

Theresa was puzzled; the guards seemed like completely different people after they returned, and they all treated her with great respect.

She had initially thought the guards had mistaken her for an envoy from another country, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that they were not mistaken and that this was the intention of their Pasha.

She felt the hospitality she had received in other countries along her journey, something she had never experienced before.

Theresa couldn't help but feel moved; this was the confidence that came from having a powerful country behind you.

In the past, diplomatic work in Kazdel has been extremely difficult because the Sarkaz race has a poor reputation internationally, coupled with their low social status...

Very few countries will give them a friendly welcome; not being asked to leave on the spot is probably already a huge favor.

Not only did other countries along the way not far from Kazdel be aware of it, but even Sargon, a land thousands of miles away from Kazdel, had heard of the name Kazdel.

I thought that Rembiton's incident was just a coincidence, but I didn't expect Shen Lin to really make Kazdel's name known.

Theresa smiled slightly.

You've made something of yourself, Kazdel.

"Please...please come this way!"

The captain of the guard walked awkwardly due to his hurried pace, and the scabbard of his scimitar clanged against the pillars.

“Pasha has prepared for you… uh… prepared for you…”

The head guard hadn't finished speaking when he got stuck.

Azmar practically pounced on Theresa, ushered her to a seat, and personally wiped away non-existent dust with his sleeve.

The chair, inlaid with exquisite gemstones, was dazzling and reflected a kaleidoscope of colors in the dim light of the palace.

"Please try this Blood Amber Tea... No! This tea is not worthy of you!"

"Quick, what are you standing there for?! Exchange for my Desert Tears, which I've been storing for thirty years!"

"Oh...oh!"

The head guard was slow to realize what was happening and even tripped over something as he hurriedly left.

Before long, a wine glass inlaid with various gemstones was respectfully presented to Theresa, who held the glass in a daze.

She never expected to receive treatment here that was even more luxurious than that of the nobility.

Are the Sargons always this hospitable?

She noticed that Azmar's hands trembled as he poured the tea; she had only come to discuss rubber trade, but he treated her as if she were receiving a world-destroying demon lord.

Just as she was about to voice her doubts, the Pasha spoke first.

"I've heard that your country has recently been involved in Laterano..."

Upon hearing this, Theresa suddenly understood why the neighboring countries treated her with such respect.

Lateran, as the central trade hub of Terra, not only boasts abundant commercial resources, a well-developed transportation network, and a superior geographical location, but more importantly, it also wields extensive political influence.

As a transit point for most of Terra's trade routes, it can be said that as long as one can be on good terms with Laterano, one will gain access to gold and development.

Establishing diplomatic relations really works! After all, you have to consider the Buddha's feelings even if you don't respect the monk.

Are you referring to our establishment of diplomatic relations with Lateran?

"It is Kazdel's honor to establish friendly relations with Lateran."

"I heard that their pastry chefs even teach our kids how to make macarons."

Theresa pushed a box of rose preserves toward Azmar. It was a gift Shen Lin had given her before she left, and since he had mentioned Lateran, she simply took it out.

Establish...establish diplomatic relations?

Azma stared at the gilded Lateran emblem on the candied fruit box, his eye twitching slightly—that pattern, according to the crystal ball's prophecy, had just been covered by the Sarkaz banner yesterday.

The cloying sweetness of candied fruit mingled with cold sweat seeping into his collar, and he asked tentatively.

"Lady Theresa...are you really aware of the current relationship between Laterano and Kazdel?"

“Of course! Your Excellency Azmar.”

Her eyebrows and eyes relaxed.

“We have established a deep cooperative relationship with Laterano. Our Demon King has opened the door to diplomacy between Kazdel and Laterano. He said the Laterano people are very hospitable.”

"Besides doing some small business with Sargon, we also hope to establish friendly diplomatic relations with Sargon."

It's astonishing that they could so calmly and smilingly portray the word "war" as friendly exchanges...

This is a demon! This is definitely a demon!!

Azmar inwardly groaned, but forced a smile on his face.

"That's...that's great!"

He reached out and picked up a piece of rose candied fruit, put it in his mouth, but couldn't taste any sweetness at all. He felt as if something was stuck in his throat.

The afterimage of the crystal ball

Azmar's mind flashed images of the supposedly passionate Lateran people numbly burning their own Bibles, and of figures standing atop the ruins wearing black crowns.

He noticed the fortune teller beside him frantically giving him meaningful glances.

"Lord Azmar!! He's unhappy with our hospitality!! He's definitely unhappy!!"

"If we can't satisfy her, she'll definitely open our doors!!"

Wait... Open the door, let's have friendly exchanges...

The Pasha's face turned pale instantly.

He instantly understood the fortune teller's hint, and gulped down a mouthful of chilled wine to try and hide his panic, but instead choked and his eyes filled with tears.

If this gives the other side an excuse to start a war, wouldn't he become Sargon's sinner?

We absolutely must take good care of her here.

"Regarding rubber cooperation..."

She had just opened her mouth.

"Sign! Sign now!"

Azmar grabbed the document and pressed his fingerprint on it; the ink on the parchment, which stipulated five thousand tons per month, was still wet.

"Kazdel needs more resources, right? Minerals? Spice routes? Just name it!"

Feeling the frantic hints in the fortune teller's eyes beside him, Azmar suddenly slapped his forehead and laughed, following his gaze.

"By the way! I heard that sir's palace is short of some trusted servants—"

He clapped his hands behind the curtain. Azmar suddenly clapped his hands three times, and the fragrance of mandala immediately wafted from behind the gilded screen.

Twelve barefoot dancers, each adorned with golden bells, glided into the hall with a sound like shattered jade. Their waists, partially obscured by moon-shaped tassels, were partially revealed beneath light veils, and their exotic amber eyes shone through the fabric.

"These are all highly trained dancers, understanding and knowledgeable in Sarkaz etiquette..."

"Moreover, these children are fluent in seven languages ​​and know exactly how to comfort a hero..."

In Sargon, this is a very normal thing among the upper class. It doesn't matter if the other party has women; the more the merrier, since women are always a valuable commodity for men, no matter where they are.

Theresa's face froze instantly, and the rose candy box in her hand suddenly made a slight cracking sound.

"Your Excellency Azmar, are you questioning the etiquette of the Kazdel Foreign Minister?"

The princess's voice was as soft as an ice blade gliding across silk.

Shen Lin is a man who cares about the entire Kazdel; how could he let these beautiful women disturb his mind!

Besides, I'm already exhausted from managing so many things every day, and I still have to deal with all those complicated matters. Where do I have the energy to deal with these so-called helpful people from unknown backgrounds?!