People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

It wasn't because she didn't want to, but because it truly involved the future of the Sarkaz. She needed more advice, more opinions, and more thought.

Ernst understood.

"Isn't this a coincidence?"

"I'm actually thinking of setting up a residents' committee for Shelagsaqaz. Let's all brainstorm together!"

Nastie's mouth dropped open, and her gaze toward Ernst became strange.

No, it seems like you've thought of everything I've considered before, Mr. "Life" who's indispensable in my "nine deaths and one life" dream.

You can read my mind; you are the tapeworm in my stomach; you are the Sarkaz disguised as a snow leopard.

Why don't you choose one of these three?

Chapter 468 Nast is preparing a surprise for Ernst

The mudstone is stunning.

She was deeply moved many times since arriving in Shelag.

The friendly attitude of the Sherag people towards her, the unheard-of knowledge that Nasti taught her, and the society she saw in Sherag called "Peace," which she longed for but had never heard of before.

But all of these combined are not as shocking as the one she experienced today.

The mudstone actually did not send a signal to the north wind.

She truly loved Sherag; that feeling was genuine. But a lingering doubt remained—who was the person behind Ernst, the name that was ubiquitous in society, the name spoken of by Sherag and Nastya?

She saw it today.

Even though she was very apprehensive and worried that after meeting Ernst, she would find that this famous figure was no different from those who recruited Sarkaz mercenaries to do their dirty work, she still chose to come with Nasti.

Rather, she asked herself if she was mentally prepared for this.

Even if Ernst were truly that kind of person, she would still send a letter to the North Wind, inviting her to Kjerag. After all, it's a really nice place.

But Ernst exceeded her expectations, shattering all her preconceived notions and causing her to completely misjudge the situation, leaving her feeling utterly helpless.

The things Ernst and Nast talked about were all packed with information, which overwhelmed her already not-so-bright little brain.

Sarkaz didn't remember how she got out of the room. It wasn't until she vaguely returned to the construction site and picked up her red bucket that she felt a little bit of her soul return.

Hmm, maybe they didn't come back, but just took out what they had stored in the red bucket?

But that doesn't matter anymore.

"Ms. Nastya!"

Mudstone took off her helmet; the two holes on it were modified by her own hands to accommodate her somewhat unusual angles.

Her voice was so loud that Nasti, who was also deep in thought, was startled and turned to look at her, her face full of surprise and uncertainty.

"Mudstone? What's wrong?"

"I'd like to ask for leave!" Niyan said.

This was the first time she had done something like this. Before, as a mercenary, her work was very flexible; there were only two states: alive or not. Either she was alive and continued to take on missions, or she had no work to do.

But there are rules on the construction site: subordinates are not allowed to kiss their superiors! Taking leave also requires prior notification and approval!

Of course, rules are rules, but people are flexible. This was the first time Nasti had encountered a worker who yelled so loudly while asking for leave, and she was speechless.

"What's the matter?"

I want to write a letter!

"to whom?"

Nasti instinctively replied, but seeing Mudrock's troubled expression, she shook her head and rubbed her temples.

"Sorry for asking too many questions. This is not within the scope of work, so you don't have to tell me."

"Your leave has been approved. Go ahead, and remember to come back to work tomorrow morning."

Mudstone nodded happily, turned around, and jogged away from the construction site. Nasti was left standing there alone.

In the past, the head of the engineering department at RheinLife, known for his strictness, would never have so easily approved his subordinate's leave request, let alone such a puzzling reason.

Write a letter? Can't you write it when you get home from work? Is it really that urgent? Who are you writing to?

But now, thanks to Byrnst, she also needs to slow down.

"Ah! Speaking of which..."

Nasti reached into the pocket on her chest and took out a small necklace.

The amber necklace reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight, and upon closer inspection, one could discover traces of incantations flowing within its core.

A tiny "Blessing of the Banshee".

Unlike the simple item like the "Banshee's Kiss" which can be produced by kissing a gemstone, this small "Blessing" contains spells carefully selected by Nasti. The spells are sealed with Sarkaz sorcery and made into the shape of a necklace—a small, one-time-use sorcery altar.

One of them is a protective incantation.

She had originally planned to give this to Ernst as a gift to thank him for finding her a civil engineer... cough cough cough, a son of earth and stone.

But the shock she just received was so great that she completely forgot about it!

But...

Nasti held the small gem in her hand, a helpless smile playing on her lips.

What should I say? I'm glad I didn't give it to them?

This gift was clearly inferior to the one Ernst had given her; the difference in value was too great. Giving it away would only make Nast seem like she didn't value the genuine affection between them.

Ernst would probably say something like, "A gift of a goose feather from a thousand miles away is a small gift but carries great meaning," and then gladly accept it. But Nasti is a succubus of principle!

Although Ernst's revised proposal contained a great deal of political elements, those political elements, which were previously disliked, actually propelled her project forward this time.

To put it simply, there's policy support!

Even disregarding the various aspects of Sarkaz's founding, Kazdelnia was her dream. She offered her talent and banshee knowledge to Christen, her partner in this dream; therefore, what she offered to Ernst, the investor in this dream, could not be merely a small "Banshee's Blessing."

It needs to be a really big "Blessing of the Banshee"!

Nasti gazed at her bone pen. This bone pen, which she had modified and actually filled with a lead, had been with her for a long time...

Of course she wouldn't give this away!

But this reminded her of something.

She couldn't make a decision about establishing a Sarkaz kingdom on her own. But that didn't mean she didn't know anyone who could give authoritative advice on behalf of the Sarkaz banshee clan.

Although Nasti is a loner, a scientist who doesn't practice witchcraft, and even her spells have become Colombian, she is still a royal court sirens!

"The mudstone has reminded me that perhaps I should write a letter too."

"The mistress of the valley... no, Aifanir has already inherited the Banshee's court."

Nastya rubbed her chin.

"Should we now call the River Valley... Empress Dowager?"

For some reason, Nastie always felt a little awkward calling her that.

But that's the gist of it.

It's time to ask the Empress Dowager to take action!

Back in her office, Nasti pulled out a letter, and under her control, the bone pen began to trace pale gold incantations—a script that only banshees could understand and use.

After writing for a full thirty minutes, sweating profusely as she corrected six grammatical errors, five misused words, and eight ambiguities, Nasti finally completed this lengthy yet concise "Secret Letter from the Valley," which could be condensed into only about fifty words.

She was about to get up to find the messenger when, after a moment's thought, she unfolded the letter and added a sentence at the bottom:

【Dear Lady Ramalyn, I also have some information that you might find interesting to share with you: Your child, Lord of the Banshee Court, the Singer of the Evening Bell—Lord Aifanil, is currently in Sherag, hoping to have a long-awaited reunion with you.】

—Respectfully submitted by Nasti.

"Okay, that should solve the problem!"

Nasti checked it one last time, making sure all the grammar was completely correct so that Ms. Ramalyn wouldn't have to relearn her banshee spell literature, before she was satisfied and put the letter away, sealed it, and left the office with the letter.

What? You're worried that Sherag's messenger won't be able to find the Banshee's Valley?

Such a problem may indeed exist, but who said that Nasti was looking for Sherag's messenger?

Nasti noticed it when they last met Logos.

Ms. Lamarle, have you been secretly watching your son?

That strangely aesthetically pleasing mechanical car was indeed equipped with a lot of anti-success spells against banshees, and the level of these spells was not low. It was obviously made by the great banshee of the valley, or even by Lady Lamaren herself. Even a banshee lord with the power of Logos could not detect it through her senses.

Theoretically speaking, the banshee Nasty couldn't detect it either.

But she's not just a banshee; she's also the head of the engineering department at Rhine Life Sciences!

When it comes to cars, science, and machines, her understanding is on a completely different level from that of ordinary Sarkaz. Even the Banshee Royal Court wouldn't dare say they are as knowledgeable as her in this area!

Admittedly, your magic-side defenses are very well done, but your science-side defenses are not necessarily so good. Your optical camouflage is too outdated; Rhine Lab phased out this kind of product three years ago!

Therefore, Nasti knew very well that as long as she found a place to cast a little of the banshee's spell, the messenger would soon come to her.

No authority could be more authoritative than a Sarkaz banshee who once held a legitimate position in the royal court and belonged to the moderate faction.

"Just wait, Ernst, I'll give you a surprise!"

Chapter 469 The Shapeshifter: Catching a Lich!

Shelag, Tukarim.

The shapeshifters have been infiltrating Sherag for almost a week now.

To be honest, he didn't think there was anything particularly noteworthy about this place.

The peace here is terrifying. The biggest conflict is when one family's pack animal sneaks into another family's pen at night and mates with the other family's pack animal. The two families then fight each other over the ownership of the offspring.

"Children cannot be without their mothers!"

"Children can't be without their fathers!"

The shapeshifters didn't quite understand the meaning behind what they were yelling.

Because he didn't have any of those.

He also tried to find the Sarkaz mercenary that Theresis sent here, I think his name was Hedley.

The shapeshifter secretly observed him for several days and came to the following conclusions: he worked hard, lived a peaceful life, slept well, and had a good appetite.

They just didn't do anything productive.

He seemed to be slacking off; in any case, the shapeshifters didn't see him spying on any classified information.

But the shapeshifter wasn't in a hurry to report him or anything, because he hadn't found out anything either. It was as if Sherag had laid everything out in the open, and there really wasn't any secret to be found.

This might also be partly why he chose to infiltrate Sherag as a "Victorian tourist." He wasn't sure if the Sherag behemoth Yeragand had any way of recognizing Sherag people, so he didn't rashly transform into a native of Sherag to avoid attracting the behemoth's attention from the start.

However, such conservative changes naturally brought some problems. For example, as a tourist, he really couldn't get close to the most secret government building in Tukarim, which was located in Shelag.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

After all, the less obvious the secret is, the deeper it is hidden!

How could a place that could make Theresis lose her hair and attract the attention of the Cyclops' court and the Lich's court not hold any secrets?

He just hasn't realized it yet.

"Perhaps we should take a more radical approach to change things."

The shapeshifter thought to himself,

"It's just not the right time yet."

Theresis sent him to Kjerag to investigate why the Cyclops Royal Court had gone there. To prevent Jeragand from having any way to distinguish Kjeragans, his transformations needed to be used as sparingly as possible. Ideally, he should wait until the Cyclops Royal Court arrived and had a private meeting with the newly returned Kjerag Prime Minister before disguising himself as someone who could enter the building, thus minimizing the chances of being discovered.

Yes, this is one of the reasons why the shapeshifters didn't report Hedley to Theresis, and in some ways, it's the most important reason.

Before the arrival of the Cyclops' court, he, like Hadley, was a wage thief.

Well, he's not a workaholic scavenger like Nezire. The Shapeshifters always do whatever they want, right?

Moreover, after Ernst returned, he also discovered some interesting things.