People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

What good are ten thousand bushels of grain to me?

Giving a man a fish is not as good as teaching him how to fish. He may be wealthy enough to help a couple hundred infected people, but there are far more than a couple hundred infected people in Kazimierz. The number gathered on Plot Zero alone is more than that, not to mention other places.

One or two exceptional cases won't change anything; what they need is a channel—a channel that can turn infected people back into human beings.

Dikeopolis wanted to be the one who carried the torch for everyone.

For this, he was willing to do anything, even if it meant becoming a puppet of the business association, selling some dignity, or bowing down.

So he looked at Viviana and asked:

"Candle Knight, do you want to win?"

"If possible, I hope you'll let me have this championship. We've already secured a spot in the competitive tournament, so this championship isn't absolutely necessary for you, is it?"

His sincere voice, transmitted through the microphone built into the knight's armor, resounded throughout the arena.

The audience cheered again, seeing it as a pre-match provocation, cool trash talk, and a declaration of victory!

Viviana didn't understand the plea and helplessness in Dicaipoli's words; she simply replied earnestly:

"Mr. Blood Knight, I'm sorry, I cannot grant your request."

"Furthermore, Mr. Blood Knight, your thinking is incorrect!"

Viviana's gaze was resolute, her light blue, jewel-like pupils filled with determination.

"I want to tell every junior who embarks on the professional path of competitive equestrianism one thing: when we step onto this field, we have only one goal—the championship!"

As her words fell, cheers from the audience once again resounded throughout the arena.

People seemed surprised by this scene. The Blood Knight, known for his strength and perseverance, had tried to persuade the opponent to surrender with words before the match, while the Candle Knight, who seemed more like a decorative figure, refuted him with the most righteous and eloquent arguments!

This contrast instantly brought the atmosphere to a climax. Even the commentators and several speakers present were surprised and shocked, marveling at how Charlize and McGee had secretly pulled off this stunt without telling anyone, while silently adding this novel marketing approach to their own models.

Seeing this, the Blood Knight could only sigh slightly.

This was to be expected. Perhaps, even if Viviana understood the helplessness in her words, given how this girl had somehow maintained her innocence and integrity, she would never agree to compromise.

Since that's the case, let's settle this with a real fight.

The Blood Knight took a deep breath, reached behind him to retrieve his battle axe, and bent down slightly, assuming a fighting stance.

He had two weapons: a battle axe and a longsword.

Viviana drew her rapier and gave the Blood Knight a standard knightly salute.

She also has two weapons: a rapier and a candlestick for unleashing Originium Arts.

“There are no Kazimierz players on the field, but they represent two states of the Kazimierz Knights today.”

"I can't believe it," Ernst remarked from his seat in the audience.

Uprightness and integrity combined with harmony with the world – this is the current ecosystem of the Knights of Kazimierz.

As for those who have completely fallen from grace, aside from the title of knight, they have absolutely no connection to knighthood. You may jokingly call them knights, but their legitimacy is essentially equivalent to that of the Holy Roman Empire to the Roman Empire.

Even bottled water is more authentic than this. And those people certainly aren't knights.

"The assessment is quite accurate. I thought that coming here to join in the fun would only result in a boring, fixed match, but it turned out to be somewhat interesting."

A mocking old man's voice came from not far away. Ernst turned his head and his eyes met the old man's gaze.

Fremont was just looking for some peace and quiet. He came to the game because he was drawn for the opening match tomorrow, so he had nothing better to do and wanted to see who his opponent would be.

To be honest, he felt that for someone of his skill level to compete against a group of juniors was somewhat unfair. If possible, he wouldn't mind just playing a token match to get by and then surrendering.

But Viviana's appearance did give her a little surprise.

This girl looks... familiar. Doesn't she look a bit like the younger brother of Shi Tongling, the boy who died in the battle to attack the Witch King's Tower?

Oh, it seems we can't call him that anymore. That "younger brother" isn't young anymore. Fremont has met him a few times. That Marquis of Shitong, whose elder brother died, doesn't look like he has many years left to live.

What is his relationship with this girl?

As people get older, they tend to enjoy gossip, and Fremont was somewhat interested in it. But what truly interested him wasn't just Viviana.

Fremont walked up to Ernst, bent down, and carefully examined him under Ernst's surprised gaze. His nostrils twitched slightly, and a hint of astonishment flashed across his face.

"You bastard, you smell really bad."

"You know what, you really have to admit, this flavor is so pure!"

"How many Sarkaz have you slept with?"

As the title suggests, dear readers, I would like to request a day off for the Qingming Festival. I need to rest for a while, and I hope you will grant my request.

thank you very much!

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Chapter 385 Lao Kai picked up a lich, what level is he?

Fremont had to admit that Ernst was the most flavorful film he had tasted in hundreds of years.

Sarkaz has a scent, but not the kind of horn-and-boots flavor that would make the guys at the porridge bar go wild. It's more of a scent that distinguishes one from another. If you had to make an analogy, perhaps it's like the pheromones of ants or other insects?

This is why Caprini like Ines, even if she painfully grinds down the horns on her head to resemble the sharp horns of a Sarkaz, can still be recognized at a glance.

It's true she carries the scent of the Sarkaz, but it's a scent that clearly doesn't belong to her; it belongs to Hedley and W, who have spent a lot of time with her. She herself cannot exude the Sarkaz scent. The Sarkaz race would never accept Caprini as one of their own. Thousands of years ago, during the era of the gods, some Caprini were ostracized because their horns resembled those of the Sarkaz. Those who tried to join the Sarkaz were also rejected, making them arguably the earliest victims of bullying on Terra.

No race can impersonate a Sarkaz, and this has become an unspoken rule among the various races on Terra.

Of course, generally speaking, no race would bother to impersonate a Sarkaz for no reason; they'd be too busy distancing themselves. Therefore, this generally accepted theory is mostly remembered by the Sarkaz themselves.

But as the saying goes, where there is a theory, there is a paradox; where there is everything, there is an exception; where there is everything, there is an exception.

If Fremont hadn't been blind enough to recognize that Ernst, with his snow-white leopard-like face, couldn't possibly be a Sarkaz in disguise, he would have questioned whether there was something wrong with his "ability to recognize" things.

"Kid, you smell really good, pure and authentic. What kind of stuff is that?"

"How many Sarkaz have you slept with?"

Fremont crossed his arms, looking quite interested. But before Ernst could answer, Hintley's gaze sharpened.

She stood up, glanced at Ernst suspiciously, then shook her head, dismissing the guess in her mind.

It doesn't make sense. She sits at the front desk every day and remembers exactly who enters Ernst's office. Apart from Miss Nastie, Ernst has never met a single woman from the Sarkaz.

Hedley didn't look like someone who sold sex. We can't exactly break off Mr. Safar's relationship with him, can we? Come on, it's a tin can heated internally; who would actually be sexually interested in something like that?

After careful recollection and thought, she was absolutely certain that what Lao Deng said was a complete fabrication, no question needed!

I have no doubt about Boss Ernst!

Hinterlea curled her lip, her face darkening, and retorted:

"who are you?"

Fremont smiled slightly, placed his right hand on his chest, and raised his pinky finger in a rather flamboyant manner, replying:

"Fremont, ever heard of it?"

Hinterlea frowned, searched her memory for the list of political figures from various countries, and then shook her head:

"No."

Fremont wasn't annoyed, and looked at Ernst:

"It's normal that you don't know me, but the person next to you definitely knows me."

Fremont's statement was by no means unfounded.

After a brief period of analysis, the learned lich has identified the various Sarkaz scents mixed together on Ernst's body.

The banshee, carrying the damp scent of a swamp, evoked weariness and sorrow. Strangely, however, the banshee Ernst encountered seemed somewhat eccentric; Freypmont detected a hint of the "earthy fragrance" that should belong to a child of earth and stone.

There are several types of [Standard Sarkaz], most of which are quite ordinary, but one is very special. Fremont remembers the taste; it was Therese's.

The boy in front of me had dealt with Theresis before.

There was also the [Blood Demon]. Although its aura was very faint, it couldn't escape Fremont's nose. Strangely, the Blood Demon's smell was a bit pungent, unlike the smell of blood, and it was more like... engine oil?

There's also a heavyweight "traitor" [Sarkaz], and a Sarkaz of royal court rank at that.

In Terra, there is undoubtedly only one Sakota who can reach this level—that contemporary "Saint," Ivangelista XI.

It's interesting that he could simultaneously have contact with Theresis and also interact with Ivangelista XI.

Add to that the most mysterious scent still lingering in Ernst, a scent that even Fremont couldn't recall or discern. Pure, too pure! The purity of this film is unbelievable!

The man in front of me, who is able to contact so many Sarkaz at the same time, even the leaders of mutually hostile groups, is undoubtedly a "Sarkaz scholar"!

This ancient profession originated in the era of the gods. It was established by the overlords of the gods to combat the Sarkaz, and was held by scholars with in-depth knowledge of the Sarkaz, who would advise on their conspiracies against them. However, with the Sarkaz's complete defeat in the era of Quilon, and subsequent internal strife within the Sarkaz, the Demon King's power waned, and this profession gradually disappeared into the annals of history.

If he weren't a lich who "guards knowledge," he wouldn't have known such ancient secrets.

Such a "Sarkaz scholar" could not possibly be unaware of his identity.

Fremont had no intention of pretending in front of Ernst.

He spoke confidently, and Ernst, unsurprisingly, nodded in agreement.

“Professor Fremont, Professor of Ludwig University of Letania, I have read your book, ‘Introduction to Originium Arts’.”

Ernst stood up, extended his hand to Fremont, shook it, and then reminded him,

"Why don't you sit down first? There's a game going on right now, and if you're blocking the audience's view, they'll have a problem with it."

Hinterlea was taken aback. She hadn't expected that the old man in front of her, who seemed to have a bad temper, was actually a professor at the famous Terra University in the capital of Letania.

Is this why people become more eccentric and childlike as they get older?

Fremont was taken aback by what he heard.

He subconsciously sat down in the spot reserved for Jeston (lying on the board) next to Ernst, then suddenly realized:

"Are you kidding me?"

Ernst was taken aback, thinking to himself, "How did you figure that out?"

He didn't even read Fremont's book, "Introduction to Originium Arts," but that's not his fault.

Why did Fremont write in such an abstract way?

Ernst wanted to find two books on Originium Arts to see if he could develop his own Originium Arts and become a sorcerer. He went to a newly opened bookstore in Tucarim and immediately picked out the book.

The cover is beautiful; the Letanians have excellent taste. The gold lace, the artistic font, the cover image of a mysterious tower under the moonlight—Ernst would believe it if you photoshopped Harry Potter onto it.

The author is also a big name, a professor at Ludwig University, a genuine academic authority on Terra. I imagine his book must be very detailed and easy for beginners to understand!

Open the first chapter of the book: What is Originium Arts?

Yes, it's quite normal to start by introducing concepts.

Chapter Two: Why Does Originium Arts Exist?

Hmm... Explaining the origins of Originium Arts shouldn't be a problem, right?

Chapter 3: What is the final form of Originium Arts?

Ok?

Chapter 4: Fireball.

Oh, I was overthinking it. As expected of a master, the prelude is long, but the content is definitely fine.

Chapter 5: The Method of Releasing Meteor Showers.

what?

Ernst wondered if he had bought a pirated copy, since such a large section was missing.

After casting Fireball, shouldn't it be followed by a barrage of Fireballs, like a fireball machine gun? Or is it a forbidden spell?

If I could learn that, I would have already traveled to the next world to become a Grand Magus and revitalize the Han Dynasty to fight against the Chosen One. Why would I be here arguing with you?