People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Other behemoths? Why would other behemoths meddle? No, it's not surprising that He did offend many of his own kind back then, and everyone wanted to kick him while he was down and make him lose the resurrection match.

But this brings us to three heads, and one of them is no weaker than [age]?

Ling fell silent for a moment. She subconsciously wanted to suspect that this was some kind of conspiracy, but then she thought that if it were a conspiracy, it wouldn't be Chong Yue who came to find her, but rather the Si Sui Tai or the imperial court.

If the siblings cannot unconditionally trust each other, won't this family fall apart sooner or later?

Therefore, after a moment's hesitation, he replied:

"If... such a good thing really exists, I think we should let Xiao Nian and Xiao Xi go?"

“I thought you would recommend your youngest brother,” Chongyue said.

Ling shook his head: "Although my youngest brother is young, he is much more mature than Nian and Xi. What I worry about most are my two younger sisters."

“That makes sense.” Chongyue nodded in deep agreement.

The year was too impatient, and the evening was too timid; both of them had awkward personalities, a fact that was almost universally acknowledged among the siblings.

Moreover, and most importantly, neither of them actually felt a strong sense of belonging to the Yan Kingdom. Although the Sui Pian people were not well-liked, whether it was Chong Yue or Ling, they all had the title of Grandmaster or Female General. And someone like Shu even obtained an Agricultural Master's license. Only Nian Xi and Nian Xi, one stayed at home and the other couldn't sit still, yet there was no word of them ever having a career.

Moreover, Xinagua is probably the one most afraid of [Year]. If there's a real chance, it would be good to let her go first.

Chongyue stood up: "Then I'll trouble your sister to pass on the message to them for me."

Ling raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled: "Isn't Big Brother going to tell me himself?"

Chongyue shook his head: "I'm not in Yan."

Ling was taken aback: "You've already left?"

"No, not really. I'm in Kazimir, standing guard for Yan one last time."

Chongyue smiled, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

That's what he said, but he's actually finished his journey. It's time to embrace a new beginning.

Taking a deep breath, Chongyue raised his hand, held the wine dish high, and then slammed it heavily to the ground.

The "smashing bowl wine" is a farewell drink for soldiers before they go to the battlefield.

It carries a sense of parting, but also a sense of pride, courage, and a determination to fight for a future together.

"Well then, I'll take my leave now. And please drink less alcohol in the future."

Chongyue gave his final instructions, and Ling nodded, watching Chongyue's figure slowly disappear into the dream. Then, looking at the shattered wine dish in the pavilion, he sighed.

"I knew I shouldn't have brought the real one; I've kept this disc for hundreds of years."

"Forget it, I guess I was too drunk. I had some weird dreams today."

"Let's do it first..."

Before she could finish her self-talk, Chongyue's figure suddenly reappeared in the pavilion, holding up one finger:

"By the way, there's one more thing!"

"Find out where the second brother is. There are some things we shouldn't let him continue to do!"

"And one more thing!"

"Tell Nian and Xi to tone it down a bit when they're with other people. I'm not worried about Xi, but Nian, don't keep causing trouble and nagging at people!"

"And one more thing!"

"Ling, actually I'm a little worried. Why don't you come along too?"

"Brother, you'd better leave now!"

Ling, both amused and exasperated, nudged Chongyue.

What kind of nonsense is this? They treat them like children!

Is this what ordinary people mean by "the eldest brother is like a father"?

Only after confirming that Chongyue had left did he close his eyes.

I closed my eyes in my dream, and opened them in reality.

The mountain peaks that disappeared from the records pierced the clouds, and on the pavilion, a free-spirited and otherworldly "fairy" slowly awoke from her slumber; it was already late at night.

But in his eyes, the gaze was like a blazing fire.

How could mere starlight and mist obscure my clear mind?

She took a deep breath, then reached out and covered her left breast through the ripe peach, as if she could feel a long-lost heartbeat.

It was curiosity, excitement, and a feeling of exhilaration I hadn't experienced in a long time.

The unknown, oh the unknown. How long has it been since she felt this sense of uncertainty about the future?

She jumped off her seat, then suddenly realized what was happening, clenched her left fist and opened her right palm, clapped her hands together, and sighed:

"Oh dear, I forgot to ask my brother where that poem came from."

Distracted by Chongyue's words, her life, which had seemed so predictable, suddenly became more unpredictable, to the point that she forgot to ask about the origin of those two lines of poetry.

What? You're saying it wasn't Chongyue who did it?

How could Ling not understand this older brother? Chongyue is indeed skilled in many things, but that doesn't include writing poetry.

"The force of the river rises with the ebb and flow, the breath settles like an autumn feather." These two lines were her evaluation of his martial arts skills back then. Who knew that he would use them to this day, making them his catchphrase, and he wouldn't be done without reciting them dozens of times a day.

Her brother—

However, this is fine.

Life is more colorful and interesting when there are some mysteries to explore.

Sherag, an unknown poem, a behemoth willing to act, hehe, suddenly things are getting interesting.

Feeling satisfied with the surge of emotion in his chest, he picked up the coiled dragon staff beside him, slung it over his shoulder, and strode down the mountain.

Chapter 412 Toby the Celestial is sure to instantly kill Saria!

Kazimir, Grand Knight Commander Kavaleriaki, Supervisory Council.

The Kazimirs are numb.

It's not just the Business Federation that's mad, it's the Supervisory Council that's mad, it's not just the Supervisory Council that's mad, it's Marna that's mad.

No, wait, something's not right. There's something wrong here, isn't there?

Russell now really wants to grab Fremont and Jeston by the collar and ask them:

"We're here to compete, what are you trying to do?"

But thinking about it carefully, if she really dared to do that, the person who would get grabbed by the collar wouldn't be Fremont or Jeston, but her.

It wasn't that she was being self-deprecating, but the current situation was just too outrageous.

Fremont was one thing, but to kill a Blood Knight with three spells was no joke; Marna could do the same at full power. Moreover, Fremont ultimately used magic; powerful magic doesn't prove his physical strength. Against someone like Marna, the outcome was still uncertain, but at least the Supervisory Council and the Commercial Federation had something to look forward to.

But what about Jeston?

“Marna, tell me the truth, do you have any clue about the Ice Iron Bird spell that Jeston used at the end?”

Clues?

Marna's head is more like a pig rooting around in circles; he has no clue whatsoever.

Just thinking about the grand spectacle of Jeston unleashing Originium Arts gives him a headache.

Originium Arts, which can directly affect the surrounding environment, are generally referred to by a special term: "Cataclysmic Warlock".

Is Jeston a Scourge Warlock?

Marner thought so.

The title "Cataclysmic Warlock" isn't a strict ranking system; it depends on personal impressions. Generally speaking, however, someone with the power to destroy a street in a single strike is enough to be called a Cataclysmic Warlock, or "human Cataclysmic Warlock."

Don't be fooled by the seemingly low standard; in fact, the vast majority of Originium Arts practitioners can only dream of reaching it. Otherwise, with Originium Arts being so powerful, Terra would have long been a purely magical civilization, instead of the current situation where technology and magic are mixed, and where technology even has a slight edge thanks to war machines like high-speed warships.

Jeston has clearly reached that standard.

In its post-match report, Wine News quipped: "Jesston Williams's shot directly boosted Kazimierz Hospital's sales by 20 percent the next day! We should treat Jeston like royalty."

Where does this ridiculously high 20% of revenue come from?

The answer is that he caught a cold from being in the Pegasus Stadium.

Built specifically for the Games of Nations, the Pegasus Stadium covers 10 hectares, almost half the size of a moving plot, and can accommodate nearly 8 spectators at a time. This far exceeds the standard of a city block. Furthermore, its interior materials were reinforced twice after the Battle of Fremont, making it virtually impregnable.

Even so, after Jeston's attack, the entire arena was almost completely devastated. The energy that escaped was enough to injure so many people, demonstrating its immense power.

Marner never belittles his own abilities, but he's also pragmatic. Asking him to fight Jeston? You might as well just declare the other side the winner.

Marna shook her head decisively.

I'm not being modest or being polite; all I can say is, please find someone more capable!

Russell sighed upon seeing this.

To be honest, she couldn't think of anyone who could fight Jester. With that kind of strength, perhaps only if Cyril Nearl in the tomb were resurrected could he have a fighting chance?

But how could that be possible? If Bertrand Russell had glimpsed the potential of "immortality" science at the closing ceremony of the World's Fair through the story of "astronaut Safar" with a new body, then the idea of ​​the dead coming back to life was truly unheard of.

Besides, even if such a method existed, Russell, and the people of Casimir today, might not necessarily be willing to let Cyril return.

A living, distinguished, and highly respected war hero is far more troublesome than a dead portrait. They are now the de facto rulers of Kazimir; who would want someone suddenly appearing above them who can step on them for no reason?

Let's ask for everyone's opinion.

Russell glanced at the assembled dignitaries and began to speak:

"Gentlemen, does anyone have a plan to deal with that Jesston?"

The crowd looked at each other, some pounding their chests and sighing, others frowning and remaining silent, but not a single person stepped forward to offer a feasible plan.

Until Charné suddenly staggered and stepped forward.

Charner turned around, looking completely bewildered, and glanced at the spokesperson, McKee, behind him. The meaning in his eyes was clear: "Brother, you betrayed me?"

But McGee cleverly averted his gaze, ignoring Charné's question, and began to whistle silently to himself.

The meaning is quite clear: I'm selling you out, so what?

Everyone knows you're full of clever ideas. The Business Federation has nurtured you for so long, and you always say you're grateful. Now it's time to pay the price.

Charn's lips twitched, and a "mmp" stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that he's being polite, it's that he's genuinely a coward.

The people here all have a very high status.

Russell is the Grand Knight Commander of the Overwatch Council. As the official and legitimate government of Casimir, even though they are currently in a relatively relaxed state, he, a mere spokesperson for Charne, cannot directly offend them.

As for Marner, needless to say, while the Nearl family has declined, Marner hasn't. Especially after that match against the Black Knights, the victorious Marner enjoyed "championship treatment," and the media has almost hailed him as the savior of Kazimierz. Now, the most discussed topics in the public and on the city's internet are who will win between Marner and Fremont, or between Marner and Jeston.

Cyber ​​cricket fighting has reached a fever pitch.

By offending him, Marnna can now make him disappear from the face of the earth in both a physical and social sense.

Even McKee, who was also a representative of the business association, was not someone he could afford to offend.

After all, Ciarne used to be a lowly servant, and now he's a high-class servant, while McGee was born in Rome and is now a top-tier Roman gentleman.

Do you even know what the young master of Rose Newspapers is doing? He's just here to experience life. Don't be fooled by his nice words about relying entirely on himself and not depending on his parents or family. That's just a facade. If someone is really oblivious and tries to mess with him, do you really expect Mr. "Reporter" to turn a blind eye to it?

I'm used to assigning knights and such tasks, but I never imagined that one day, after all this, I would end up being the cannon fodder!

With a pang of sadness, Charné raised his head and gave a bitter laugh.

Russell frowned and asked, "Mr. Charnet, why are you laughing?"

Charne shook his head: "I laugh at you all for being so shameless, not one of you can come up with a single plan to deal with Jeston!"

Russell sneered: "What's your plan?"

Chalner: "Let Fremont and Jeston fight, and the dilemma will be resolved!"

Everyone fell silent immediately.

There's no other reason than, just like Charne said, this operation is indeed feasible, it's just quite face-damaging.

Jeston is strong, and Fremont is strong too. Is there a problem with letting them play each other? No. Audiences love to see clashes between strong teams. The match was "purely randomly drawn," so it's entirely possible that this situation would "just happen." Everything seems perfectly "reasonable."