People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

The scavenger spoke up, interrupting Mudrock's reverie. She turned to the side and gave a brief introduction.

"Aside from the above commission. Hmm, let me think, how about this? Help Letania's employer kidnap a few targets. The danger level isn't too high, but infiltrating won't be easy. Or this, the Colombian client needs a group of Sarkaz bodyguards. There aren't many people who dare to use Sarkaz as bodyguards these days, and this guy's deposit isn't low either. The only downside is that he wants you to betray him halfway and kill the people you're protecting. Yes, this bodyguard is hired for his father."

The scavenger's introduction gradually subsided, and as he observed Mudrock's expression, he suddenly smiled:

"You want to take this?"

She pointed to the newly hung sign, "Hedley's Request."

"The legendary mercenary Hedley, I told you before that he also worked for me, but not many people believed me. It's a good thing he became successful and still remembers his old intermediary."

"I'm planning to hang this up for a few more days so everyone can see it."

Mudstone pursed his lips and took the initiative to speak:

"I think I can take on this case."

The scavenger glanced thoughtfully at the mudstone and muttered to itself:

"He has a name, a special skill, and I haven't heard of him having any conflicts with others..."

She asked, "Do you want to go to Shelag?"

Mudstone was a little confused. Did she want to go to Shelag?

She just wanted to find a job to fill her stomach.

The distance to Shelag is indeed quite far. Most people would consider how far the workplace is and how convenient the commute is when looking for a job, let alone her.

As a Sarkaz, she had little room for error. If she were to make a trip to Sherag and return empty-handed, she would probably starve to death on the way.

Unless she goes to rob someone.

For the Sarkaz, robbery is nothing out of the ordinary. Robbing Terran caravans, robbing Sarkaz, and even double-crossing their own kind are all commonplace.

But Mud Rock cherishes her brothers and is an honest person. If it weren't for the mission requirements, she wouldn't want to do such a despicable thing on her own initiative.

As for the task requirements, Niyan said, "Work is work, and life is life. They should be separated! If you take on a job and don't complete it, leaving potential problems, that's disloyal to the employer who paid you. If you encounter a fellow countryman in distress in your life and don't lend a hand within your ability, that's unjust."

How can one be an unfaithful and unjust person?

There are very few people with such high moral standards in the Sarkaz; in fact, there aren't many people of this moral standard on this entire land. This is why Mudrock can still get jobs even though he appears in this armored mask.

People may not look down on bad people, but they certainly won't be unwilling to associate with good people.

After hesitating for a moment, Niyan lowered his head dejectedly: "How about we look at something else?"

"Actually, it's not that you can't go if you want to."

Just as Mudstone was about to give up, the Carrion Eater suddenly said,

"I can reimburse your travel expenses."

Mudstone looked up in surprise, then became somewhat wary.

In Kazdel, the worst thing you can do is offer kindness without a reason.

Her high moral standards don't mean Kazdel's moral standards are high. Especially for people like mercenary brokers, the better their reputation, the lower their moral standards.

Be wary of people who suddenly offer you money; they might have poisoned the coins, waiting for you to pick them up, bite them, and then fall asleep.

When you wake up, your kidneys will be in danger.

Seeing Mudrock's wary look, as if it thought he had bad intentions, the Carrion Crawler chuckled.

"Are you worried I have ulterior motives?"

"Is there anything to worry about?"

She waved her hand: "Mudrock, I won't keep you in suspense any longer. I'm planning to send you to scout ahead."

"Scouting the way?" Mudrock narrowed his eyes. "You want to go to Shelag too?"

"What? My conditions don't meet the requirements?" The carrion eater gently lifted the strip of cloth in front of him, revealing a pitiful face behind it.

She possesses a mature and elegant charm, yet retains a touch of girlish cleverness and playfulness. The small mole at the corner of her mouth adds a hint of allure to her smile. Looking at this face alone, it's hard to imagine that she was once a noblewoman in the Carrion King's court, a ruthless killer on the battlefield.

She whispered:

"Actually, I've wanted to quit a long time ago."

"Watching this tavern go by and see the Sarkaz rot away bit by bit. Theresis is stirring up trouble in Londinium, and whatever he wants to do is leading the Sarkaz down the path to becoming the enemy of all Terra."

“I don’t want to fight anymore. It’s not that I’m afraid of fighting, it’s just that I’ve really had enough. You should also know that carrion eaters are natural war kings. We use the corpses on the battlefield as a source of power. The more corpses there are, the stronger they are, and the stronger we become.”

"But you get tired of eating the Manchu Han Imperial Feast every day."

Her expression was one of reminiscence, and the sadness in her eyes made one want to offer comfort.

"Why did I leave the royal court? It's because I haven't been hungry for a long time. The sight of corpses makes me nauseous."

"An anorexic scavenger," she said self-deprecatingly.

"Right now, I just want to find a place to live peacefully for a few hundred years. It doesn't necessarily have to be Shelag. I've looked at quite a few places—Sami, Rembito, or even the rainforests of Sargon, any of them would be fine."

"But since Hadley has sent this request, and you also want to go to Sherag, why don't you help me scout the way?"

Mudstone blinked, watching the carrion eater pull out a red gold bar from its chest, and swallowed hard.

For the first time, she felt that she had lost in this aspect.

This is a Sarkaz! Do any of you have a Sarkaz like this?! The genes are incredible!

After much hesitation and deliberation, Niyan finally accepted the piece of pure gold.

"I haven't asked your name yet?"

The carrion eater lowered the cloth in front of him again, covering his face, which could be described as stunning even among the Sarkaz, and whispered:

Call me North Wind.

P.S.: I've read a book called "Bang Iron, Did My Raised Girl Come True?" by a friend. You can check it out if you're interested.

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“From a certain day onwards, I would come into contact with a memory bubble every now and then, and in the memory bubble I would meet all sorts of people.”

"For example?"

"A woman who claims to be a member of the Genius Club, who claims to have nurtured life on a planet, and who says that nothing in the world can interest her except for creating a star god."

"and then?"

"I traveled through the realm of memories to her childhood, allowing her to experience the beauty of the world and no longer miss out on the warmth and care of humanity because of a lack of emotional connection. Then, at the moment she came of age, I announced that I was suffering from illness and was on my deathbed."

"You wretched woman, you like using me as a tool? I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your life!"

"Well, that's a good point."

Ruan Mei slowly closed the basement door, her usually calm expression gradually turning dangerous.

"So... what's your next dream?"

What the hell! Why are they also in the memory bubble?!

It turns out I wasn't the only player in the memory bubble!

Chapter 354 Ursus: Oh no, we're surrounded!

Ursus, Fort Saint.

Emperor Fyodor of Ursus was completely bewildered.

Not long ago, he suddenly received intelligence that Victoria, Colombia, Letania, Sargon, Casimir, and even Yan Kingdom had sent envoys to meet with Shelag!

Although he was not a political genius, he was not a fool either. He only glanced at this intelligence report and was immediately shocked and broke out in a cold sweat!

This is a very serious matter.

Victoria, Colombia, and Yan are basically the main players in all areas of Terra's political arena, from west to east.

Colombia in the west expands its frontiers and promotes science; Victoria in the center sits in the core, commanding respect from all corners of the world; Yan in the east, wise men conceal their talents, waiting for the right time to act.

Furthermore, what is this when countries like Kazimir and Sargon provide assistance?

This is an encirclement net!

So who are they trying to surround?

Fyodor pondered for a long time, thinking hard, but couldn't come up with a way to convince himself that they were definitely not surrounding Ursus.

After all, with such a big party, guess who didn't get an invitation?

The slogans that Sherag was using were something like "Project Star-Picking" and "Expo." Fyodor seemed to vaguely recognize these words, but he couldn't quite recall where or from whom he had heard them before.

But does it matter? It doesn't matter!

The important thing is that all of this is undoubtedly a smokescreen! These world leaders gathered together just to watch a snow leopard bare its teeth. Do you think that's possible?

The Duke of Caesar of Victoria, the Grand Tutor of Yan Kingdom—aren't they all shrewd and calculating? They never discussed politics or important matters before; were they there to watch the pack animal competition? And the Duke of Windermere, who is opposed to Caesar—would she really endure the disgust of being in the same frame as the Duke of Caesar just to see snow leopards and make a special trip to Sherag?

Do not make jokes!

Although it was still unclear why Ursus, which had ceased large-scale wars for several years, was suddenly and inexplicably surrounded, Fyodor, as the emperor of Ursus, immediately summoned his trusted confidant, Speaker Islam Witt, to discuss important matters.

"Lord Islam, what should we do?"

Islam Witt's expression was also quite interesting.

The man with the goatee first looked at his emperor in shock, then carefully examined himself, and finally answered with a pale face:

"The nation is at peace, and the imperial regalia is secure; Your Majesty, there is no need to worry."

"The Seraphim alliance has nothing to do with Ursus... in many ways it has nothing to do with it."

He told the truth.

The World's Fair really has nothing to do with Ursus anymore. Because it's all over, isn't it?

What truly shocked him was why his own emperor had suddenly come to him at this time to ask about this matter.

No, didn't I already report to you about the World's Fair? Didn't you say yourself that a tiny country like Kjerag dared to talk about world affairs and hold a World's Fair? It would be a joke if they actually sent anyone there. So you just burned that letter?

Of course, he couldn't say that directly.

Who told him to be a close advisor to the emperor? He had someone above him, but wasn't that person this man? And this man, well, there was really no one above him.

But Fyodor was clearly dissatisfied with Islam Witt's seemingly perfunctory answer; he tapped the table, looking anxious.

"How can you say it's unrelated?"

"Lord Islam, don't you ever consider why, when the nations convened, Ursus was the only one not invited? Isn't this a sign of deliberate exclusion and isolation of Ursus, a premonition of being targeted at Ursus?"

He gritted his teeth, somewhat annoyed:

"Not to mention, I've also heard that the Grand Knight Commander of Kazimir personally attended this alliance meeting. Do you think you don't know what kind of relationship Kazimir has with us?"

Islam Witt took out a towel and wiped his face, whether to wipe away sweat or to take the opportunity to hide his expression of almost being paralyzed with rage, it was unclear.

What's the relationship between Kazimir and Ursus? I know all too well.

A life-or-death relationship!

Since the Grand Knight Commander personally went to investigate this matter, he naturally knew about it as well.

The Emperor of Ursus did not issue an order that the Speaker of his State Duma could not send an official envoy to Shelag, but that did not mean he could not use certain means.

For example, they could send a few "reporters" to Shelag to find out the truth.

In fact, although the emperor did not care about this matter, Islam Witt, as the backbone of the empire, had always devoted some of his energy to the World's Fair.

It really is just a little bit, not much at all.

After all, he and Fyodor shared the same view that Seraphim was a small country with little influence. He initially didn't think an exhibition from such a small nation could cause much of a stir, and even privately mocked it, saying, "If the exhibits here were half the value of the Ursus Imperial Museum, I'd have to think twice about Seraphim." "Seraphim hosting a world's fair? Hahaha, are they going to exhibit stones and spring water?"

Well, to some extent, they weren't wrong. Ernst did display some stone artifacts, and the spring water did sell very well during the fair, earning Kalan Trade a lot of extra money.

However, apart from this one point where he guessed correctly, all his other judgments were, unsurprisingly, wrong.

To his shame, Islam Witte only learned of the airship's appearance at the opening ceremony of the Kjerag International Exposition on television. He immediately dispatched his undercover agents in Colombia, Victoria, and other countries to confirm the news, and it took another half a month before he finally received confirmation.

It really exists, and it was indeed pulled out by Sherag.