People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Shelag Railway Station, exit hall.

Emengard looked around with curiosity, and unsurprisingly, her gaze fell on Victoria Felin, who was leaning against a pillar and looking at her.

Undisguised confusion and surprise appeared on her face. She then cautiously but openly approached, glancing at the unmoved Victoria Felin in front of her, her bewilderment deepening.

After thinking for a moment, Emengard raised his hand and made a threatening gesture at him:

"Wow!"

But Victoria Film remained unmoved, only giving him a look as if he were an idiot:

"?"

"You're making me look crazy."

Emengard pursed his lips.

"Aren't you afraid of me, Victorian? I'm a Sarkaz, you know?"

“Who isn’t?” The Victorian rolled his eyes at him.

“You’re not.” Emengard blinked.

In the long course of his life, the shapeshifter felt speechless for the first time in a long time. He stared blankly at Emengard, making sure that her eyes were indeed as pure as Sherag's, before pursing his lips:

"You didn't recognize us?"

Emengard took a step back, somewhat wary: "You?"

The shapeshifter swarm sighed and shook its head:

"Never mind. We'll tell Fremont about this. His teaching quality is getting worse with each new class."

Upon hearing the name, Emengard immediately realized who it was.

He knew the chieftain, who claimed to be a Sarkaz, but he clearly looked like a Felin, not Ernst!

So there's only one answer! Only one race in the Sarkaz can accomplish this without using illusion magic.

"Shaper Cluster?!"

Emengard exclaimed in surprise.

She never expected that she would see a royal ruler in Shelag!

Although her teacher, Fremont, was technically also a ruler of the royal court, the two were well-acquainted, and her impression of Fremont was more that of a teacher than a "king." In the lich's records and Fremont's accounts, other rulers of the royal court were mostly depicted as a group of terrifying figures!

What about "the old red-eyed person who can't stand even a sliver of light", what about "the ghoul whose body has been rotting for centuries", what about "the banshee who is a male despite being a female demon and is extremely rebellious"?

In short, none of them are normal!

Not to mention, it's a group of shapeshifters designated as "mysterious outcasts"!

Emengard panicked, clasped her hands together, and quickly apologized:

"No, no, no, don't tell Professor Fremont! If he finds out, he'll untie my knot!"

Yes, she feared this more than facing the ruler of the royal court.

After all, the royal courts usually maintain peace. He just didn't recognize the shapeshifter swarm, but he wasn't going to be killed by them directly. They didn't have a history of killing like the Blood Lord, so they would give Fremont and the Lich King some face.

But if Fremont finds out that she has embarrassed him in public, it's really hard to say whether she will be kicked out of the house!

The shapeshifter readily agreed;

"it is good."

Emengard breathed a slight sigh of relief, his heart finally at ease.

"We will pass this message on to the rest of the Lich King's Court, except for Fremont."

"Ho-"

Emengard's relief plummeted to rock bottom, a feeling comparable to the stock market crash during the Great Depression, creating an overwhelming sense of suffocation.

"I......."

"We were just joking."

The Shapeshifter Cluster Road

“Victorians use jokes to defuse tension. Weren’t you nervous when you saw us? Are you feeling better now?”

You are! Quite! Considerate!

I don't know if I'm better or not, but I almost thought the great shapeshifter, the Lord of the Royal Court, wanted to kill me and inherit my fate so he could experience what it's like to live the life of a lich!

This is the reputation of the shapeshifter syndicate within Sarkaz: if he takes an interest in someone, he will kill that person, take over everything from them, and experience their life until he gets tired of it!

Emengard couldn't bring herself to curse the shapeshifter; in fact, she had to thank them.

"Thank you for your concern, I'm feeling much better now!"

"That's good."

The shapeshifters nodded and continued their imitation.

How's the weather today?

“You don’t have to play the Victorian tourist,” Emengard said helplessly.

The shapeshifter nodded:

"So, young lich, what are you looking for in Sherag?"

"By order of the scribe, I am studying Sherag's... resurrected [Flame Demon]."

"Flame..."

The group of shapeshifters murmured the name to themselves, their expressions slightly dazed with reminiscence.

This name had indeed been absent from his memory for a long time. How majestic the King of Punishment was back then! His burning heavenly fire was enough to burn through the sky ruled by the Feathered Serpent Overlord. Unfortunately, glory is also the beginning of destruction. He eventually died at the hands of the vengeful Ranger King Quilon, and his Punishment Expedition ultimately failed.

The Sarkaz royal court system was created by Quiron himself, who also included himself in it.

Sherag had resurrected a Balrog, something the Shapeshifter horde had heard of. But he had yet to see the Balrog's true form.

Following the Shallangers' space exploration mission, the Balrog, acting as an astronaut, went into hiding, rarely appearing in public. Even shapeshifters couldn't find a Balrog deliberately concealing himself within a week throughout Shallang.

“Is there any way to see him?” the shapeshifter asked.

Emengard replied matter-of-factly, "Find Ernst."

It's that name again.

The shapeshifter fell silent for a moment:

"Will he agree?"

“He was quite friendly to Sarkaz. And that was something he promised us.”

Emmanuel Road.

The shapeshifter's mind raced slightly.

He suddenly realized how he could, as a Sarkaz, enter the Sherag government office openly and legitimately, without revealing his true identity, to meet that important figure in Sherag.

"Lich".

"Here!" The young man from Emengard stood at attention.

"From now on, we will be your assistants."

The shapeshifter swarm spoke calmly, the cat ears under the hat slowly retracting, and the Victorian brown hair gradually turned into a dark blue similar to Emengard's. The facial features also changed slightly, making him look like a short-haired version of Emengard.

The only drawback is that he couldn't replicate the lifeline on Emengard's chest.

A lich's body is merely a shell—not a figment of the imagination, but a fact; their interior is completely empty, their soul residing in the Lifelink. Shapeshifters cannot create such a thing.

Fortunately, not all liches brazenly wear outfits like those of Emengard, which are "forced to perform" and "showing off without substance." Fremont, for example, hides his own lifeline. Therefore, the disguise of the shapeshifter horde isn't exactly out of character (OOC).

After doing all this, he raised his hand, placed his index finger on the corner of his mouth, and with a slight effort, lifted the corner of his mouth into a smile:

"It's done, little lich."

"Suggest a name for us."

This is for the sake of ritual, not because he's a terrible name-giver who still calls himself the Shapeshifters Cluster.

Chapter 470 The Shapeshifter: The Interesting Snow Leopard

Shelag, Tukarim, Shelag Office Building, Ernst's Office.

Hintereya knocked on the door, Ernst invited her in, and Emengard led his "assistant" in.

Why do you look so reserved?

Ernst glanced at Emengard with some curiosity. He had met Emengard once in Kazimierz, and at that time, Emengard had left him with the impression of a Sarkaz lich who was somewhat lively, even overly lively, and unlike any other Sarkaz in any way.

Yes, in all aspects.

Emengard is so bad that it would be a disgrace even compared to Sarkaz.

But this time, when they met again in Shelag, Emengard acted like a child caught playing on his phone by his parents and teachers, with a stiff expression, evasive eyes, and even a bit sweaty.

The person standing behind her looked a bit like Emengard's... younger brother or sister? Forgive Ernst, he really couldn't tell, it's just that he really does look like a pair of rabbits running side by side, how can you tell if they are male or female.

He seemed much calmer than Emengard, and when Ernst cast a curious glance at him, he even dared to look back directly in the same direction.

This surprised Ernst somewhat:

"Who is this......"

“He is my assistant, Kemilian!”

Emengard quickly interrupted Ernst's idea of ​​directly asking the Shapeshifter syndicate a question.

Kemilian, that's quite an interesting name.

What is the Victorian word for "chameleon"?

Ernst didn't have the habit of casually commenting on or belittling other people's names. Even if the person standing on the ground was named Zhang San, he would at most mutter to himself, "Where did this outlaw come from?" Since Emengard had already introduced him, he didn't press further, simply saying:

"This person isn't on the list you submitted to me."

"Yes...that's true, but..."

Emengard choked up a little.

What could she do? She was talking as if she wanted to have such an "assistant" with her!

She did question the Shapeshifter syndicate, too;

"I'm here to conduct academic research! What do you want?"

But the shapeshifter swarm completely ignored her protests:

"Little lich, just do your job. I won't interfere with you. And you have no right to refuse."

Yes, we have no right to refuse.

She couldn't beat him, and she couldn't shake him off. Why did this poor little lich have to suffer such treatment?

She didn't even dare to reveal the true identity of the Shapeshifter syndicate to Ernst here, because most likely, even if she and Ernst were tied together, they wouldn't be a match for the Shapeshifter syndicate.

This being is even more ancient than the Lich. To exaggerate a bit, he was present when the "Far Chasers" touched the Originium, and he also commanded the "Sunbinders" when they launched their expedition against the God-people Overlord! Does his ability to survive on this land until now need any proof of his worth?

What does she have to compete with them?

I just hope the shapeshifters don't have any bad intentions.

Seeing Emengard looking somewhat dejected, Ernst gently shook his head:

"It's alright. Sherag welcomes all peace-loving Sarkaz. Guests are guests, and I have no reason to drive them away."

"Go back and find He Dalei, and register your information and his information together."

Emengard looked up, his bitter expression softening slightly:

"Register?"

Ernst nodded: "Register."

"The number of Sakaz in Shelag is gradually increasing, but the corresponding registration records have not been perfected. In order to facilitate management, I plan to establish a special department, which I will temporarily name the [Shelag Sakaz Residents Committee]. He Dalei is one of the members of this committee."

According to Sarkaz tradition, Hadley's bloodline was clearly insufficient for him to hold the position of "governing the Sarkaz." But this was Sherag, not Kazdel, and the [Sherag Sarkaz Residents' Committee] was not the [Kazdel Ten Royal Courts]. Ernst valued talent, not lineage.