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If Ernst is her backup plan, that would be better.

When Babel was established, she wouldn't have needed to rush to poach Rhodes Island, nor would she have needed to awaken the Doctor as a hope when the battle was going badly, and she wouldn't have had to face so many troubles later on.

Bring Ernst over early; if you can't win, retreat to Shelag. Being able to advance and retreat at will is a true weapon!

Moreover, given Ernst's seemingly Sarkaz-friendly physique, Theresa is the white moonlight of all Sarkaz, and he is the male succubus of all Sarkaz. How could Theresis win? Unless he goes and sells his body to the Lord of the Royal Court!

Ahem, I misunderstood.

Realizing her thoughts were veering in a dangerous direction, Kal'tsit quickly stopped thinking. Just as she was about to say something, Ascalon nodded in agreement.

"That's true. If Ernst were your backup plan, you wouldn't have been driven to the point of fainting so many times by him."

Can we please stop bringing up things that are hard to talk about?

It's hard, my fist is hard, I need to breathe on it!

Kal'tsit gave Ascalon a cold look, then said:

“Since you know that, then go and keep an eye on Ernst. As for Rhodes Island, I found a child when I passed through Syracuse. With her there, Rhodes Island won’t be in any danger for the time being.”

"child?"

Ascaron paused, finding it difficult to connect the words "children" and "security."

But Kal'tsit's expression was serious. She gestured with her chin toward Ascalon and suddenly asked:

Didn't you notice?

Ascalon's brows furrowed suddenly, his gaze sharpened, and his figure vanished like a wisp of smoke. At the same time, a mist enveloped the medical department's office.

The next second, she caught sight of that figure.

Also hidden in the darkness, he held only a simple knife in his hand, his eyes sharp, full of lust, almost devoid of humanity.

As Ascalon looked at her through the smoke, the girl also looked at Ascalon, her lips slightly parted, revealing her sharp canine teeth.

"That's enough, Red. She's not your prey."

Kelsey said calmly.

The murderous intent emanating from the girl called Red vanished instantly. She pulled down her red hood, lowered her head, and crossed her arms in front of her chest, like a shy child.

Ascalon reappeared, clicked his tongue, and looked at Kal'tsit;

"Where did you find this assassin prodigy?"

“This…you shouldn’t know.” Kal’tsit hesitated for a moment, but still didn’t tell Ascalon about the struggle between the Lords of Syracuse. She only promised, “While you are away, the Red Committee will temporarily take charge of Rhodes Island’s security. When you return, I will hand this child over to you for training.”

The first part reassured Ascalon about Rhodes Island's safety, while the second part promised Ascalon the rights that belonged to her.

Kal'tsit will remain in the position of head of SWEEP, and Red will become one of Ascalon's subordinates, serving as the shadow guardian of Rhodes Island and Amiya.

Ascaron took a deep look at Red, who was slowly swishing her tail. The girl's innocent eyes made Ascaron's eyelids twitch.

His strength and temperament are completely mismatched; this contrast suggests that this child's background is quite extraordinary.

Oh well, I'll keep an eye on it when I have time later.

She nodded to Kal'tsit and left the office.

The current task is to keep an eye on Ernst, who has gained considerable favor with the Sarkaz.

A half-Sarkaz, a banshee, a child of earth and stone, a resurrected Balrog, and a proper royal court lich, heh heh...

She wanted to see just how special this snow leopard was that it could pique the interest of the Sarkaz and even the royal court!

"Starting tomorrow, let's begin tracking Ernst."

Watching Ascalon's departing figure, Kal'tsit breathed a slight sigh of relief.

How should I put it? I felt a sense of security I had never felt before, but I was also a little disappointed.

She felt relieved because she had finally persuaded Ascalon to take action. Although Theresis disagreed with her ideals and had even committed patricide, his teaching skills were still quite valuable. With Ascalon responsible for monitoring Ernst, at least Kal'tsit didn't have to worry about being unaware of any ruthless things Ernst might do in the future, catching Ernst off guard.

This greatly reduces the possibility of the system crashing, providing an important safety guarantee for extending its service life!

As for disappointment...

She actually felt that Ascalon's reaction wasn't surprising enough.

Why didn't you pull it out?

Well, there's nothing we can do about it. After all, Ascalon doesn't know enough, so naturally she can't understand her worries.

After being hit so many times, Kal'tsit regained some of the confidence that a creation of a previous civilization was omniscient, and suddenly felt more motivated.

It's so much more powerful now, even when I'm moving goods and tightening screws!

Chapter 422 Duke of Caesar: What's wrong with me digging up Fremont?

Kazimir, the Great Knight Commander of Kavaleria, the weather is clear.

Ernst was somewhat disappointed as he walked out of the arena.

He hoped the match between Colombia and Iberia would be more suspenseful, since Mr. Toby dared to write "defeated Seraya" in his own file, which made Ernst somewhat curious.

Saria's fighting prowess is not low at all. She punched Jeston and kicked the Flame Demon. To date, Ernst has never seen anyone who can withstand more than three punches from her.

This Toby Celestial is of unknown origin, but he claims to have defeated Saria. Based on this reputation alone, Ernst has to show up and watch the match.

Unfortunately, this result is clearly a bit... disappointing?

He was in the stands, excitedly buying popcorn and energy drinks, ready for a thoroughly enjoyable viewing experience, but well...

To paraphrase Ms. Seria: "Don't worry, it will be over soon."

Dario got up, pulled out his hand cannon, and killed him in one shot. What's there to say?

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Dario's attack was somewhat reckless. Toby was still charging when Dario had already opened fire. Not to mention, just a second ago he was seriously showing off the Iberian souvenirs he was carrying, almost like he was advertising them, and then he started firing, which felt a bit like a surprise attack.

Come on, trick me, come on, a sneak attack! Before Toby could react, he collapsed from exhaustion.

Dario probably never expected that, even with his full effort, the opponent only needed to make a slight move to force him to kneel down and beg for his life.

With one shot, Toby was completely charred. Darius also single-handedly set multiple records for the entire World Games.

The most remarkable record, and one that is unlikely to be surpassed for a considerable period, is undoubtedly the fastest race record. It took only 1 minute and 5 seconds – one minute was spent advertising for Iberia, 05 seconds to raise the cannon, fire, and rush over to begin emergency treatment.

Actually, it's not Dalio's fault. Everyone who competed before him was so outrageous that they left strange stereotypes for subsequent contestants.

"Anyone who dares to participate in the competition without any fame must be a hidden super big shot."

Not only Dario, but the vast majority of Kazimierz residents believe this. Therefore, this time, the funeral home business in Kazimierz experienced a fluctuating growth pattern resembling an electrocardiogram.

Of course, people's joys and sorrows are not shared. For Ernst, who is not a gambler, his only feeling about this game was: "It was unpleasant to watch."

Of course, killing someone in one move is a satisfying story, but that requires me to kill them in one move myself. What's so satisfying about watching someone else kill someone in one move?

I haven't even finished the popcorn! Damn it, give me my money back!

Oh, you didn't ask me to pay. That's alright then.

Having enjoyed the show for free, Ernst's mood improved considerably. He was just about to hail a cab back to the hotel to see what Hinterlea, who had been keeping a low profile these past few days, was plotting when a voice called out to him from behind:

"Long time no see, Prime Minister Ernst."

Hearing that familiar voice, Ernst silently rolled his eyes before turning around to look at the newcomer.

The Duke of Caesar wore a white fur coat with a mink collar that, judging by its sheen, was of the highest quality. Although he wore light makeup to combat the effects of time, it could not hide his age, and he clearly still had room for improvement in the arts of the four great Asian sorceries.

Behind her followed Fiona Young and Rita Scamanderos, both of whom were old acquaintances, having accompanied Duke Kaister during the World's Fair. Fiona, in particular, left a deep impression on Ernst—she was the only client who had registered as a VIP at the [Kalan Snowstorm] level in Ensiodes's Beast Racing Club.

The name "Karlan" itself reveals that this is the highest-level VIP membership of the Ernst Beast Racing Club, granting members privileges such as petting, riding, betting discounts, special merchandise giveaways, guaranteed blind boxes, and of course, priority access to food.

But Fiona's reason for registering as a member has nothing to do with any of these things.

The main reason she spent a fortune—reportedly even using the Duke of Caesar's salary—to register for this membership was because she wanted to buy a pack animal.

More precisely, she wanted to introduce the snow-mountain pack animals of Sherag to Victoria's homeland so that they could farm.

"Tractors are still a bit too high-end for us country folk, and they're not easy to maintain, but pack animals are great. They're cute, plump and strong, and they can even farm. They're practically my ideal type!"

This is a quote from Fiona, relayed by Ensiodes when he was showing off his thriving beast-riding competition to Ernst.

Ernst was greatly shocked.

Dude, this has nothing to do with competition, does it?

Ensiodis felt he had won, and he promised Fiona that next spring, after the pack animals gave birth, he would send a litter of pack animals to Fiona's hometown.

Ernst did not object, only hoping that Victoria did not have the same quarantine regulations as Britain, so that Sherag's pack animals could pass through.

As for Fiona's close match against Windermere's swordsman in the last game, Ernst didn't feel much about it.

It's not that their fight wasn't exciting; it was more than exciting, it was even a bit bloody, much better than Toby's!

But after seeing so many magical feats in the previous two episodes, the flavor suddenly became bland and a bit lacking.

After observing Fiona for a while, confirming that the girl who had fought the Windermere Swordsmen to a standstill was now smiling healthily and didn't seem to have any intention of pressuring him to have children, Ernst turned his gaze back to the Duke of Kester, bowed slightly, and said:

"Duke of Caster, it has indeed been a long time. How have you been?"

"Thank you for your concern, I am in good health."

The Duke of Caesar smiled.

"Prime Minister Ernst also just finished watching the game?"

Ernst nodded.

The Duke of Caesar shook his head:

"It doesn't feel as good as Sherag."

Ernst also shook his head:

"Duke of Caesar is too kind. The Iberian Grand Inquisitor's strength is astonishing. I doubt many in Sherag could withstand that hand cannon."

"Isn't Jeston good enough?"

Ernst paused for a moment, then denied it, saying, "If nothing unexpected happens, it probably... won't work."

Jeston's strength is unknown; he grows stronger when facing stronger opponents, but there's a threshold for this growth. The opponent's strength must be roughly equivalent to that of a behemoth before his power begins to change.

So, while it's not entirely hopeless to fight Dario, it's certainly a complete defeat.

After all, he was an Inquisitor standing at the forefront of the fight against the Hysterian Crisis, one of Terra's three major crises.

"I think Prime Minister Ernst is being modest."

The Duke of Caesar shrugged meaningfully:

"When I said I was inferior to Sherag, I wasn't just referring to this one match."

"The Casimir Games of Nations didn't offer enough surprises. If Russell could have surprised people as much as you, Ernst, she and her Control Council wouldn't have ended up in this state."

Ernst did not answer, but only gave a noncommittal smile.

Ernst couldn't comment on how well the Kazimierz International Games were organized. He could only say that this Games were more than just a sporting event; they were a contest between the Kazimierz Supervisory Council and the Commercial Federation for the right to speak and define "knighthood."

Don't be fooled by their apparent unity against outsiders; it's all the result of endless compromises. Behind the scenes, the Business Federation has been constantly tripping up the Supervisory Commission, and the Supervisory Commission has been making things difficult for the Business Federation.

With so many loyal knights and gamblers in Kazimierz experiencing this "once-in-a-lifetime extreme sport," who do you think suffered the biggest loss?

As for surprises...

Ernst could only say that even the Duke of Kester had his limitations.

There are so many surprises here.

The Duke of Caesar took Ernst's smile as a tacit agreement and continued:

"A few surprises: Chong Yue, his identity is too special for me to poach. Jeston, hehe, he's your favorite, so I can't make a move either. But Fremont, I've already sent someone to make contact with him."

"For so many years, he has been stuck in an academy that is related to the Witch King and is feared by the twins. His title is just an ordinary professor. If such a talent cannot be given important responsibilities, it is no wonder that Letania has been humiliated by Gaul and can only eat Victoria's exhaust fumes."

Kester's words were quite blunt, and her ideas even impressed Ernst, who exclaimed that they were very bold.

"Tell me, what are the chances of me poaching this guy?"

Ernst's expression was fascinating, as fascinating as Jeragund's voice, as fascinating as the reason why Nohis had his wages docked.

He hesitated for a long time, as if deep in thought, before finally answering seriously:

"You can give it a try."