Save the simulator and make Sarkaz great again!

Shen Lin stared blankly at the huge, technologically advanced airship on the screen, which was even more magnificent than a typical small mobile city.

Is this the kind of technology that should be highlighted in this era?

It wasn't a Zeppelin, nor a Kirov, but this airship warship that looked like a Hyperion?!

A romantic atmosphere? This is indeed a man's kind of romance.

"Wow, this is an ancient relic from a pre-civilization era. It really shows that technology relies entirely on archaeology."

He stood up and went to Theresis's office area, holding a design drawing that he had just extracted from the system.

Inside the military factory, Therese was studying a military report with a furrowed brow.

As he heard footsteps, he looked up and saw that it was Shen Lin. Therese quickly came over to greet him, his tone respectful.

"Your Highness, you've come at the perfect time!"

“We have received intelligence from Victoria regarding our developing air defense capabilities.”

"Because our bombers were unable to engage in air combat before, if the enemy were to gain air superiority, our soldiers would be put on the defensive."

"I'm currently working on modifying our bomber aircraft... I'll adapt them for aerial combat."

Shen Lin did not answer directly, but gently placed the design drawing in his hand on the table and pushed it in front of him.

"check it out."

Therese lowered her head in confusion, her gaze falling on the design drawings.

At first, his expression showed some confusion, but as his gaze wandered over the blueprints, his pupils gradually dilated and his breathing became rapid.

"This...this is..."

His voice trembled slightly, his fingers unconsciously tracing the intricate lines and markings on the blueprints, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief, as if he had witnessed something beyond the realm of reason.

"Airship? Phase Crystal Shield?"

"Your Highness, where did this come from? This technology...this design...it's unheard of!"

Therese's throat bobbed, as if trying to process this astonishing information.

He had thought that Laterano's technology was already at the forefront of Terra, but now that His Highness Shen Lin had produced this design, it completely shattered his notion.

If warships were to take to the skies, their firepower would be capable of sweeping away any obstacle in the air.

If it could actually be built, it would revolutionize the landscape of warfare!

"This is revolutionary technology, and we must develop it at all costs, Theresis."

"Even we, the representatives of the royal court, who are now the backbone of the nation, cannot easily destroy the steel behemoths that roam the land, even if they can fly thousands of meters into the air to fight."

"Whoever builds the eagle's nest on the cloud holds the scissors to clip all wings."

"At that time, even breathing will require them to apply for our airspace permission."

Chapter Ninety: Quessina and Liz

The morning light shone on the outer city of Kazdel, draping this weathered land in a golden veil. A faint scent of cooking filled the streets and alleys as early risers began their busy day.

At this moment, a figure draped in a black robe steadily pushed the wheelchair with both hands, as if afraid of disturbing the other party. Her steps were steady but also somewhat cautious.

The unique combination of black and white is particularly eye-catching.

The girl in the wheelchair had eyes like a deep, dark pool, a cool blue that held a hint of detachment, yet also concealed a curiosity about the world around her.

"Quessasina, is this Kazdel...?"

"Yes... Liz, this is Kazdel. We're back."

Quessina tilted her head slightly, her gaze piercing through the golden veil to fall upon the bustling capital city in the distance.

"Liz, I didn't want to bring you here."

"The atmosphere here can still evoke the deepest memories in my heart, those memories etched in my soul that have never faded."

"Those people... although they've never appeared again, but..."

Sensing the anxiety in the other person's words, Liz smiled slightly and gently comforted them.

"Don't worry about me, Quessana, everything is slowly getting better, isn't it?"

Hearing the girl's voice, as soft as willow catkins, Quessina felt a pang of heartache for her.

From the time before,

Quessina sensed that the pardoners who had come to take them back had vanished without a trace.

At first, she thought it was some new trap set for them, and they were constantly on guard against the impending downpour.

But as time went on, she seemed to realize that the other party had truly forgotten them.

Those were the most carefree months of their lives, and they thought things would just stay that way. But Liz's condition was deteriorating, and she had to risk seeking a suitable treatment for her.

Now, acquiring Kazdel, which has abundant medical resources in Laterano, has become their safest option.

Quessina pushed the wheelchair slowly through the streets of Kazdel's outer city. The morning light shone on the cobblestones, illuminating the low houses and bustling crowds on either side.

Quessina pushed the wheelchair forward along the street. As they moved further away from the bustling market, the view opened up before them.

The golden wheat fields shimmered in the morning light, like a golden carpet spread across the land. A gentle breeze rustled through the wheat, making soft, undulating waves, as if whispering the story of this land's transformation.

In the wheat field, countless figures were busy at work. They bent over to harvest, or piled bundles of wheat ears on the ridges of the field. Sunlight shone on them, illuminating the faint Originium crystals on their arms and necks.

The crystals shimmered faintly in the light, as if they were a shared mark of themselves and this land.

"Quesasina, are those... also infected?"

Liz's voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable hint of shock.

Quessina's gaze swept across the wheat field, her heart stirred with emotion. She saw an Ursus man wielding a scythe, sweat dripping from his forehead, but a satisfied smile on his face.

Not far away, a Sarkaz woman was bundling wheat into bundles. Her movements were skillful and powerful, and the Originium crystals on her wrists shimmered with a faint light.

“Yes, Liz, they… are all infected.”

Quessina responded softly, her voice carrying a complex emotion.

Liz's gaze lingered on the busy figures, her deep blue eyes rippling with emotion.

"They...work here, live...just like ordinary people."

They continued on, slowly moving forward along the ridges of the fields. At the end of the wheat field, an elderly infected person sat under a large tree, leisurely drinking water from a water jug ​​in his hand.

Beside him, several young infected people sat together, sharing a simple lunch. Their laughter echoed in the air, as if the suffering on this land had never existed.

The girl finally couldn't resist her curiosity and pushed Liz forward to chat with the other person for a few minutes.

From the conversation, they learned that their wages were not actually that high, and were even somewhat insignificant compared to the workers in the inner city, but they were already quite content with it.

Here they can settle down, here they can have enough to eat, here they don't have to worry about being expelled, and all they have to give up is some labor to produce food.

For these infected individuals who have experienced extreme oppression, this is something they would never have dared to imagine in the countries they had lived in before.

Quessina and Liz exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with mixed emotions, and continued along the road into the inner city.

Just as Liz's wheelchair crossed the yellow line, the quarantine gate suddenly beeped. Quessina instinctively gripped her sword hilt; in Ursus, this sound meant the military police's crossbows were loaded.

"Relax, we don't discriminate against infected people here!"

The Sarkaz guard in charge of the inspection chewed some bubble gum, took the scan report, glanced at it, and his gaze lingered on the girl in the wheelchair for a few seconds before a relaxed smile appeared on his face.

"Go inside. If you need any help or information, you can go to the Sarkaz Democratic Union."

After thanking them, Quessina pushed Liz into the inner city without them knowing what was going on. The sight before them made them stop in their tracks.

Quessina loosened her grip on the sword hilt slightly, but her tense body did not completely relax. She warily surveyed her surroundings. Years of walking on the edge of danger had made her highly vigilant for any abnormality.

Liz curiously turned her eyes, trying to take in the bustling scene, her deep blue eyes gleaming.

The air was filled with a faint smell of machine oil and metal, and the roar of machinery filled the air, as if the whole city was in operation.

Towering chimneys billowed white steam, mingling with the morning light to create a strange scene. Neat rows of factory buildings lined both sides of the street, with massive gears and conveyor belts peeking out from behind glass windows.

The workers, dressed in uniform, busily moved between the workshops, their movements skilled and orderly, as if every step had been precisely calculated.

They continued on their way, and the stone path under their feet was replaced by a neat asphalt road. The streetlights stood tall along the roadside, with delicate patterns carved on their lampshades.

On the streets, horse-drawn carriages have been replaced by steam-powered vehicles, their wheels rumbling with a deep hum, and the metal plates inlaid on their bodies gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

"Is this... really Kazdel?"

Liz murmured softly, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Quessina was equally stunned by the sight before her and was speechless. She remembered that Kazdel used to be a barren land with dilapidated streets, low houses, and people struggling to survive.

She never imagined that the Sarkaz could find their place in such an environment.

The Sarkaz were once seen by most as a symbol of plague, and were driven out, isolated, and even ruthlessly eliminated.

Today, however, the place has been completely transformed, as if overnight it has leaped from a backward, marginal area into a modern industrial center.

They had initially thought that what other newspapers said was just exaggerated praise, but now that the facts were right in front of them, they found that they could no longer describe them with words.

In their eyes, the construction of every building and the improvement of every road leading to the industrial area were being carried out with extremely high efficiency.

Even Victoria, which prided itself on being an industrial powerhouse, paled in comparison to Kazdel today in terms of efficiency.

The eyes of the Sarkaz people coming and going gleamed with a long-lost hope and vitality.

Flames... This is a burning flame.

"Quessana...they look...very happy."

"Liz said softly, a complex light flickering in her eyes."

Quessana also pressed her lips tightly together. She had never imagined that the Sarkaz could find peace and happiness in such an environment.

"Perhaps...we can too."

Quessina responded softly, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty, yet also a faint trace of anticipation.

Liz nodded, her gaze returning to the infected. A strange emotion welled up within her, as if she had seen a glimmer of hope.

Quessina pushed Liz along the wide street, her gaze sweeping over the buildings on both sides. Suddenly, her eyes were drawn to a tall building.

“Quisassina, look…that’s the Sarkaz Democratic Union!”

Liz's voice carried a hint of excitement, her gaze fixed on the building, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and anticipation.

Quessina nodded, a strange emotion welling up within her as well. Along their journey, they had heard countless people mention this organization, as if it were the soul of the city, the hope of all Sarkaz infected.

The "Tower of Babel" and the "Military Council" that once governed Kazdel now have very few Sarkazti left.

She vaguely guessed that the Exorcist's decision to abandon their pursuit was likely related to what happened in Kazdel.

"Let's go take a look."

After thanking her, Quessana pushed Liz into the union hall. The hall was spacious and bright, with walls covered with various notices and posters covering a wide range of topics, including healthcare, education, and employment.

Several staff members were busy answering questions from people who came for consultation, creating a busy yet harmonious atmosphere.

A young Sarkaz woman greeted them with a smile.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

Feeling the overwhelming warmth of the other party, Quessina and Liz were flattered. She had never imagined that she would receive such thoughtful hospitality in such a place.

"Um...we'd like to know about the union, and also...we're looking for a hospital location."

The succubus smiled and was about to respond when a sound of footsteps immediately caught her attention. A man in a black trench coat walked over and handed her a document.

"Help me return this plan to Ducarre. It's too poorly written; it doesn't even qualify as an instruction and is completely unusable."

"Ah...ah...okay...okay!"

The moment the succubus saw the man, her heart pounded, and she seemed to catch her breath for a second. Her fingers trembled slightly, and the document in her hand nearly slipped from her grasp.

At that moment, the man also noticed the two conspicuous Sarkaz girls in the hall, but he was slightly taken aback when he looked at them.

Seeing this, the succubus quickly explained to the man.

"These two ladies are new here. They want to know about our union and the location of the hospital."

"You go ahead, I'll take care of things here."

The female employee glanced enviously at the two somewhat bewildered Sarkaz, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she left helplessly.