People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

But she still had to leave.

No matter how Wei Yanwu tried to persuade her to stay, she had to leave. She had to rush to Kazimierz and keep a close eye on Ernst, keeping him under her watchful eye to prevent him from doing anything that would cause a major disaster!

She's only been in this body for less than two hundred years, and it's already crashed twice! And both times it was because of him! Kal'tsit has clearly set her sights on him, her destined nemesis!

To prevent my lifespan from shortening further, I have to keep a close eye on it!

Once again declining Wei Yanwu's invitation to the banquet the next day, Kal'tsit resolutely returned to Rhodes Island, setting off under the cover of night and leaving Lungmen.

That night, after Kal'tsit coaxed Amiya to sleep, she went alone to the deck platform at the bow of the ship.

Two moons hung high in the sky, casting bright moonlight that also tore through the thick shadows behind Kal'tsit.

Ascalon's coat fluttered in the evening breeze. The head of SWEEP, the executioner of Rhodes Island's internal affairs department, leaned against a pillar on the bridge, his gaze sweeping over Kal'tsit, who stood at the edge of the railing, and asked coldly:

"what are you worried about?"

Kal'tsit shook her head:

"I don't know, I've been having some... bad premonitions lately."

Ascalon gave a meaningful laugh:

"Is it Theresis? Lentinium has been much quieter lately for some reason. To be honest, I also think they might be planning something big."

Kal'tsit shook her head slightly.

The Kazdel Military Council of Lontinim is certainly a potential threat, and Theresis is undoubtedly a formidable adversary. Kal'tsit lost her life at his hands, so she will naturally take him very seriously.

But this time, she wasn't really worried about him.

Ascalon had expected Kal'tsit's denial. She straightened up, her gaze slightly narrowed, her expression a mixture of helplessness and confusion.

"This is so unlike you. Does that Felin really bother you that much?"

“Ernst…” Kal’tsit’s words trailed off, for she realized she simply couldn’t capture the essence of the boy from the snowy landscape in a single, simple word.

Wild ideas, ingenious thoughts? Not enough.

Taking an unconventional approach, employing risky tactics? Not quite.

If one had to put it into words, every move he made landed in a place that Kal'tsit hadn't anticipated.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered the words of her creator, whose existence had become so distant and blurred:

"Even the most advanced computer cannot calculate the human mind."

Yes, that's right.

Compared to the Terran life forms on this land, which, influenced by Originium, gradually approach, imitate, and anthropomorphize humans, Ernst seems a bit too "human."

It's hard to say whether this is the greatest miracle or the most devastating failure in the history of Terra's biological evolution.

Kal'tsit took a deep breath, roused herself, turned around, and faced Ascalon with her back to the moonlight:

"In short, Ascalon, I have another task for you."

"As his shadow, keep an eye on Ernst from where I can't see him. Make sure he doesn't do anything reckless, and don't let the people around him encourage him to do anything reckless, okay?"

Ascalon frowned: "Kal'tsit, don't forget, we made an agreement. I'm not your pawn. I only care about Sarkaz affairs."

Kal'tsit nodded and replied earnestly:

“Of course I remember, Ascalon.”

"But believe me, nothing is more related to the Sarkaz than this."

Chapter 395 Battle-hardened King Jeston!

Kazimir, the Council of Supervisors.

The Blood Knights' humiliating defeat has become the most popular topic of conversation within the Kazimierz Overseer Council and the Business Federation.

The information blockade and the establishment of information cocoons were mainly aimed at ordinary knightly arena spectators at the lower levels, making them believe that the Blood Knights fought hard but lost narrowly, which could reduce the losses of the Commercial Federation and also salvage the reputation of Kazimierz. As for Russell, Charne and other spokespeople of the Commercial Federation, who had not witnessed the match in person, they could not believe that the Blood Knights could lose so...smoothly.

Yes, if one had to use a single word to briefly summarize the Blood Knights' defeat, the Merchant Guild could only use the adjective "smooth".

It was like taking a lot of laxatives during the day and then having a smooth bowel movement at night! Charné knew he'd never had such a smooth experience even with an enema.

Full of confidence, they assigned an old man to the Blood Knight, hoping that the newly crowned champion could put on a cool show for everyone, but unexpectedly, he ended up defecating.

Honestly, the Blood Knight's strength isn't bad. As an infected, she's tough and resilient, can unleash Originium Arts unexpectedly, and has the attribute of growing stronger with each battle. Even if she were to fight the previous champion, the Radiant Knight, it's hard to say who would win. As for the Radiant Knight, Margaret Nearl, you can tell from her surname that she's from the Nearl family, a true member of the old Kazimierz flag. Her ancestors followed the knights into the pass; their blood might even glow with golden light. To be able to fight her to a standstill is quite impressive.

If Blood Knights had been properly matched with Lungmen's representative team, who weren't so concerned about winning, or Sargon's crocodile giants, or the lowly officers of the Bolivarian United Government, the match wouldn't have turned out this way.

But, by sheer cleverness, someone drew him an opponent who seemed to be the easiest to bully.

The Blood Knight certainly wouldn't blame Charne, and Charne certainly wouldn't blame himself. In his mind, his intentions were good, but he just executed them poorly.

Ultimately, wasn't it because the Blood Knight didn't try hard enough? If he had been stronger and taken down Fremont, none of this would have happened.

There's no need for him to add so much extra work by having the supervisory committee revise the competition roster.

"Who was originally scheduled to play whom in the next match?"

Russell asked.

Qucharn pursed his lips, answering with some resistance:

“Mr. Marner hits the heavy mountain.”

Russell's eyes widened instantly as she looked at Charnet, her expression and voice conveying disbelief:

"Are you serious?"

"You dare let Marna fight against a competitor whose background and identity are completely unknown?"

Standing to the side, Marner coldly observed everything. Hearing Russell's words, he frowned slightly in displeasure and retorted:

"Why not?"

Russell looked at Marner and sighed.

She didn't really lack confidence in Marner; she just didn't want any unexpected events to happen.

Marna is very strong, but Chongyue on the other side is also a famous figure in Yan Kingdom, and is revered as a "Grandmaster".

There are indeed many charlatans on this land, but Yan is not a small country. Russell was not sure how much real value this "Grandmaster" title truly held.

A seemingly weak professor from Letania instantly defeated the Blood Knight, whose strength was acknowledged by everyone, including Russell. Who knows what kind of record a Grandmaster from Yan, who is even stronger than the professor, can achieve?

“Marna, we don’t mean anything by it, we’re just being cautious.”

Russell offered a simple explanation, but still insisted:

"Let's switch. Let this grandmaster fight someone else. Let's find an opponent for Marna that we all know a little better."

"I know him inside and out..."

Charné was silent for a moment, and then a candidate came to mind.

But when she thought of that unruly man, Charne hesitated. After all, she did have some reputation in Kazimierz, having won the Knights' Tournament three times.

But Russell had already laid out his conditions, and the Business Federation had just made a mistake in choosing its opponent; there was no room for debate or argument at this point. Charner had no choice but to speak the truth:

"There is indeed such a candidate who meets your requirements."

Russell raised an eyebrow: "Who?"

Charnet took a file from the folder in his pocket and handed it to Russell. The file belonged to someone both of them knew very well:

"The Black Knight".

"Black Knight - Mace, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Upon receiving the file, Russell's tone was tinged with nostalgia.

If someone were to ask when the golden age of the Kazimierz knightly tournament began, the first impression that would come to the minds of most Kazimierz people, and their first choice of answer, would certainly be this blond Caprini.

An unprecedented triple crown winner, an absolute powerhouse who dominated his era, and an undefeated golden-haired martial god.

She personally earned her title from "The Latanian Flaw Without Magic" to "The Born Warrior," yet she abandoned wealth and honor without hesitation, retiring and leaving Kazimierz. The legends surrounding her are simply too numerous to list.

She truly ushered in an era, an era that drove all knightly sports enthusiasts to frantically grab bargains, exclaiming "buy and win," an era that infuriated the Business Federation to the point of envy, yet they were powerless against her, an era that truly allowed the Kazimierz knightly sports to flourish throughout the entire country.

Putting all that aside, as the leader of the Overwatch Council, Russell certainly knew some of the behind-the-scenes secrets of the mace.

For example, her retirement.

Mace was supposed to be "disappeared." After she ignored the warnings from the Business Federation and insisted on completely crushing the opponent cultivated by the Business Federation on the field, winning her third Special Championship Gold Trophy, she was put on the Business Federation's "must be eliminated" list.

No bookmaker can allow someone who wins as soon as they sit down and leads countless others to victory to continue operating. This disrupts the entire gambling process, especially since she doesn't cooperate with the bookmaker at all and isn't even willing to tone it down, preventing everyone from making money!

The Unarmored Alliance had its sights set on her, and almost all of them came out in force. At that time, the Platinum, the two Azure Gold, and even the leader of the Unarmored Alliance, Xuan Tie himself, personally took action and shot out his "sword" like a shooting star.

Even so, they still failed to kill the Black Knight.

The Black Knight, driven to the brink of despair, held on long enough until a young man from Sherag, also from Sherag, spent a fortune to buy the mace from the Merchant Guild.

It's Sherag again.

Sherag and Kazimir are truly bound by an inexplicable connection.

Russell glanced at the file and gave a somewhat helpless smile:

"After all these years, she dared to bring up the file after only changing the nationality and place of residence. That really suits her personality."

"Is she representing Sherag?"

Charné pondered for a moment, then nodded, then shook his head:

"Yes and no."

"The representative of Sherag is Mr. Jeston Williams. That Liberi warrior is Ernst's confidant. In the sparring at the Rose Arena, he was proven to be evenly matched with the [Grandmaster]."

"And the Black Knight represents another faction in Sherag—the [Karlan Trade]."

Russell suddenly realized: "Ernst's brother? I remember his name was Ensiodis Shivaesh, right? Were the two brothers not on good terms?"

Charné thought for a moment, then pointed to Marner beside him and made an analogy:

“You can refer to Mr. Marner and the Radiant Knight.”

Marna: "........?"

Russell suddenly understood and nodded: "I see."

Marna, who seemed to have been inexplicably brought up, asked, "What do you know?"

“Margaret is too naive. To think that she can defeat the rule-makers within the rules is simply wishful thinking.”

Charn shrugged:

“You’re right, but if things were really as simple as you say, the Blood Knights wouldn’t have lost, and we wouldn’t be gathered here discussing our next opponent.”

That's the reality. So-called rules are like a battle of territories. In the end, it comes down to who has the bigger fist, and whose rules are effective.

Kazimir's fist was clearly not big enough; they couldn't just declare him the champion outright.

Marner glanced at Charne but didn't argue. He was long past the age of being a child who would argue and debate over every unpleasant word. Even when his superiors were unreasonable, he still bowed and scraped.

If you say so, then so be it. Every extra word I say to you is an indication that I'm asking for too little.

Having been rebuffed, Charné got back to the main point:

"Then the Black Knight?"

After a moment's consideration, Russell nodded and said, "Then let's go with the Black Knight."

Compared to other figures such as the bespectacled Colombian journalist or the Iberian judge with his cannon, the Black Knight, though powerful, was at least well-informed and knew exactly what he was doing.

The Business Federation and the Supervisory Council have a lot of information about the Black Knights' past battles. Although they were mostly one-sided crushing victories, they might still be of educational value. What if Marna could learn something from them?

Even if we take a step back and consider a direct contest of strength, Russell still harbors a slight doubt as to whether the Black Knight's strength can truly be compared to Marner's.

After all, during his early, dissolute years, Marna had single-handedly wiped out a rebellious knightly order, along with several Retanian tower sorcerers who came to their aid. Such a glorious record naturally far surpassed the Black Knight's resume, which consisted only of fighting fiercely in the arena.

Charné nodded slightly, noted it down, and then asked: