People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

He was in a lot of pain.

Because Ascalon pressed down on his tail.

........

A moment later, Ernst, who had been pulled up by Lavshine, stroked his tail and glanced with a bitter face at Ascalon, who was pinching Kal'tsit's philtrum, and Horhyah, who had just noticed the commotion outside and walked out of the cubicle. He was speechless for a long time and could only let out a sigh:

"Miss Ascaran, please don't be so impulsive next time."

Ascalon nodded.

I don't know if I listened or not.

Raphsini felt somewhat apologetic. She had been in the office the whole time, but somehow she had developed a "magical spell" to reduce her presence. Not only did Ascalon not list her when listing threats, but Kal'tsit also did not ask her to avoid mentioning her when recounting the history of the Cyclopes.

Perhaps because she had been a stand-in for her older sister so many times, Lafshinie knew very well how to pretend to be Abrahina, "attracting the attention of others," and also knew how, as a stand-in, "to make others not notice her existence," and instead treat her as the real leader.

In Ernst's office, she applied the same experience, only this time, she wasn't playing Ernst, but rather the fireplace, a warm listener and observer.

Despite possessing this absolute ecological niche advantage, she was unable to stop Ascalon's intrusion.

This person is amazing! Probably even more capable than those high-ranking officials around my sister!

Horhys, observing Ascalon's insane actions with cold eyes, simply commented:

"The people at the Rhode Island office are really a handful. First, the head of the medical department fainted in the Prime Minister's office, and then the head of the Sherag area barged into the office and tackled the Prime Minister. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were up to some kind of honey trap."

Ascaron glanced at Holhaya, knowing she was indeed in the wrong, so she didn't argue further, only stubbornly and firmly replying:

"This is for Mr. Ernst's safety!"

Holhaya smiled slightly:

"The boss's safety is naturally the responsibility of us employees. You don't need to worry about it~"

Ascalon picked up Kal'tsit and calmly replied:

"You are too weak."

The moment those four simple words left her lips, a gloomy look instantly settled over Huo Erhaiya's face.

The smile remained, but the slight trembling of her lips and the twitching of her eyelids spoke volumes about how strained Horhaya was to maintain it. She opened her mouth, and even her voice trembled slightly.

Who are you calling weak?

"I am the feathered serpent!"

"My family has existed for four hundred years! I have inherited the racial memories of four hundred and fifty-three years! My ancestors could fly to the heavens and dive into the earth, commanding wind and thunder! Even I, when it comes to magic, my tornado is no weaker than—"

"Your tornado can't catch me."

Ascalon interrupted, his tone filled with absolute confidence.

In a way, she wasn't lying.

Ascalon is her name, but in Kazdel, she once had another name—the Child of the Storm.

She was the child prophesied to be born in a storm. When she first met Theresis and Theresia, it was also in the storm caused by the natural disaster. In the midst of two storms that could almost overturn the entire mobile city, she staggered out on the road that miraculously appeared, attracting the attention of countless Sarkaz. This led to Theresis choosing her to stay by his side and learn martial arts.

She, born in a city in the wasteland outside Kazdel, not in Colombia, had encountered storms like that no less than ten times!

Those storms hadn't killed her, so how could the tornado caused by Originium Arts, as Horhaeya had mentioned, possibly kill her?

Hmph, a tornado? Can it keep up with my speed? I haven't even shown this move to Theresis!

Holhaia's expression froze. She could hear the certainty in Ascalon's words, but that was precisely why she was annoyed.

Arguing is one thing, but why do you suddenly start hurting people so badly?

Seeing that Holhaia seemed genuinely planning to drag Ascaron out for a real-life 1v1 woman battle, to prevent the office conflict from escalating into a hair-pulling fight, Ernst could only endure the awkwardness of his unruly tail and step forward to call a halt:

"Alright, alright, Holhaia, have you finished your work? The Business Federation still needs to draft a charter for its relocation there, and we also need to keep an eye on the situation in Victoria. Let's go back to work first."

"Ascalon, you too, take Kal'tsit back first. She has indeed been feeling unwell lately. It's only been less than half a year, right? She's fainted in front of me two or three times already. Let her get a proper check-up when we get back."

As he spoke, Ernst added:

"Tell her that if she is indeed feeling unwell, she doesn't need to come back in two days."

While the demonic contamination is frightening, Kal'tsit has made it clear that she is currently free of demonic influence. As for the Cyclops, even if they were to conduct any testing, they would likely have appropriate preventative and countermeasures in place.

Even considering Terra's matchmaking system, which treats people like dirt, Cyclops really wasn't prepared at all. At worst, he could just refuse to test it.

Ernst wants to unite the majority of ordinary Sarkaz who are willing to live a normal life. Those of the royal race meet the requirements; if they can be recruited, they can be, and if not, so be it.

The only thing Ernst needed to prove to the Sarkaz was that he "could indeed help the Sarkaz build a home"; all other conditions were optional.

After quickly finishing the work assignments, Ernst watched as Horhyah, her tail puffed up and wagging in anger, walked back to her cubicle, slammed the door shut, and shrugged helplessly. Meanwhile, Ascaron gave Ernst what was perhaps a Sarkaz tradition of greeting, then quickly left the office carrying Kal'tsit.

She had to send Kal'tsit back to her ship first, and then rush back immediately.

.........

Shelag, Tukarim, Jeragund Grand Square.

Location of the Rhodes Island base vehicle.

Rhodes Island is a giant landship. Among all the unofficial landships registered in the entire Terra, perhaps only Blacksteel International's Baron Base can compare to it.

The Baron Base is also known as the Baron Giant Ship, which shows how vast Rhodes Island is.

During the reconstruction of Tukarim, the roads were wide open, allowing Rhodes Island ships to drive directly into Tukarim. However, now that the surrounding houses have been built and the road planning is complete, there are no longer any passageways that would allow a giant landship like Rhodes Island to enter directly. It can now only park in the docking area located outside Tukarim city.

However, Rhodes Island's mobile construction vehicles were still stationed in the city. Ernst entered Tucarim by mobile construction vehicle.

After the welcoming ceremony, the base vehicle remained at the location, responsible for purchasing daily necessities in Sherag and selling some Rhodes Island goods.

For example, medicines, clothing, various portable tools, drones, and the like.

Oh, they also sell livestock meat, pack animal meat, and other agricultural products. There are also ranches on Rhodes Island to maintain self-sufficiency during wilderness patrols.

The swarm of shapeshifters stood before the base vehicle, gazing at the altered symbol.

"Sir...or madam? What would you like to buy?"

At the stall in front of the base vehicle, the logistics officer in charge of sales asked with some curiosity.

He couldn't tell the race of the person in front of him, nor could he tell their gender. In fact, what they were wearing didn't look like Sherag's clothing.

The shapeshifter swarm snapped out of their daze, looked at the polite logistics operator, sized her up, and asked:

"I want to go to the Rhodes Island main ship, what should I do?"

The logistics officer paused for a moment, then shook his head:

"I'm sorry, this ship is generally not open to the public, but if you need any goods, we have them in our base vehicle! If you have any special needs, you can also tell me, and I can report it to the ship and ask around."

The shapeshifter swarm isn't in a hurry either:

"What if my only requirement is to go aboard this ship and take a look?"

The logistics officer looked away somewhat awkwardly.

For some reason, he actually felt a sense of pressure from the seemingly... frail-looking guy in front of him.

He didn't seem as intimidating as Mr. Manner, who was temporarily staying on the ship because of Miss Maria's reunion with Nearl.

After hesitating for a moment, the logistics officer answered honestly:

"If you really want to visit our ship, you can consider registering to become one of our operators."

"Operator?"

“Yes, operators.” The logistics operator explained patiently, “They are employees of Rhodes Island. They can be roughly divided into field operators and logistics operators. We also recruit operators in Kjerag. If you are interested, you can fill out a form.”

"Rhodes Island operators have great benefits. Not only is there insurance, but if you are infected with Oripathy, you can also get the latest Rhodes Island Oripathy inhibitor at factory price, which is much more effective than the inhibitors on the market. The salary is also good, and there is a very gentle leader—"

"leader?"

The swarm of shapeshifters interrupted the path.

"Theresia?"

The logistics officer's face showed confusion and bewilderment:

"Therese...? Who's that?"

"No, it's nothing." The shapeshifter swarm shook their heads and sighed with mixed feelings.

This result is not surprising. After all, Rhodes Island's emblem has been changed, and Babel has become a thing of the past under the Military Commission's attack. The "operator" from Rhodes Island in front of us is not even a Sarkaz, so how could he know Theresa's name or understand Theresa's ideals?

Kal'tsit, that jester, tried her best to erase all traces of the Tower of Babel on Rhodes Island, as if that would sever history from the present. But for the Sarkaz, those things seemed to have happened just yesterday.

The shapeshifter swarm was never a sentimental creature; he merely sighed briefly before suppressing his emotions.

Therese sent him to Sherag to monitor Ernst's actions, which the Military Council considered "crazy." Unexpectedly, his trip yielded unexpected results.

The remnants of Rhodes Island, the Tower of Babel, were indeed in Kjerag. Hadley's initial report was indeed quite accurate; it seems my assessment of him as "not dedicated enough" might have been biased.

Well, since he was already here, he figured he might as well take this opportunity to go up and have a look around. The shapeshifter had been thinking about whether to disguise himself as the logistics operator in front of him, but now he seemed to have another way to reduce the risks of transformation and legitimately board Rhodes Island's main ship.

Hopefully, their defense system won't identify an "ordinary person" looking for a job.

"I think I understand. I'll go check it out."

Chapter 484 Kal'tsit: Cainiao Express, Send Whenever You Want

Shaylag, the main ship of Rhodes Island.

Kal'tsit slowly woke up before Amiya rushed over.

To prevent Amiya from worrying, Kal'tsit mustered her spirits and persuaded her to leave.

But after Amiya left reluctantly, Kal'tsit immediately deflated like a punctured balloon and slumped onto her desk.

"Cyclops, Cyclops..."

Theoretically speaking, the Cyclops tribe could indeed be considered the least dangerous tribe among the Sarkaz.

Unlike the Blood Demon, who can manipulate blood and whose ruler is a staunch advocate of war, and the Carrion Crawler, who is extremely dependent on corpses and "life force," the Cyclopes' power is mainly concentrated in their "farsight."

Farsightedness, or prophecy, allowed Cyclopes to foresee the future through magic. This ability brought many benefits to their people, such as avoiding misfortune and turning bad luck into good. However, it also brought many troubles. For example, the futures they could see were actually quite monotonous, divided into three categories: minor misfortune, medium misfortune, and major misfortune!

It is said that a certain Cyclops was so unlucky that almost all of his predictions were tragedies that he tried to persuade other Cyclops to change their interpretation of the predictions, changing "minor misfortune," "medium misfortune," and "major misfortune" to "minor sorrow," "medium sorrow," and "major sorrow." However, after being beaten up, he was rejected.

Similarly, those who try to confuse the issue by claiming a small, medium, or large victory will still be attacked, albeit by other Sarkaz races.

It is said that a certain demon king heard the prophecy of the Cyclops and thought that our Kazdel was thriving, but he was killed in a rebellion not long afterward.

However, compared to other Sarkaz clans that readily resort to violence, the Cyclopes are more often seen as gentlemanly figures who "use words, not fists." Furthermore, the Cyclopes have been migrating to the Sami Icefield for hundreds of years, and Kal'tsit hasn't heard of them causing any trouble; it seems their relationship with the Sami is relatively peaceful?

Of course, it's also possible that the area they live in is completely deserted. After all, it's common knowledge that the Sami region is sparsely populated.

However, Kal'tsit remained worried.

Kal'tsit had been researching the fact that Ernst's slap could suppress the corruption of evil spirits. However, due to the fact that she only had one eyewitness account of Ernst's slap and was unable to leave any video or photographic evidence to prevent the corruption of evil spirits, her research had not made any effective progress.

Rhodes Island's more important task now is to establish itself on this land, enhance its reputation, and try to unite the Terrans. So after analyzing the situation for a while, Kal'tsit temporarily put the research aside.

It wasn't that she didn't care about demons; it was just that she was very clear-headed. Ernst wasn't the only one capable of cleansing demonic corruption. Kal'tsit could do it through certain means, as could Typhon, the Sami tribe's Snow Priests, and the Cyclops himself—all possessed secret methods with similar effects, though they didn't seem as simple and direct as Ernst's.

The problem of demons is not so urgent. Besides, even if Ernst's special ability is still effective, she cannot rely on Ernst alone to defend the demons' line of defense.

The border of the ice field stretches from Sami all the way to the Eastern Kingdom, covering the entire northern part of Terra. How far can Ernst travel in a day, even if he sits on Rhodes Island and patrols the border every day?

Once the demon crisis erupts, the number of infected people will be incalculable. Even if Ernst's slap is smashed to pieces, it will be impossible to stop so many collapsing bodies.

Not to mention, hidden behind the stargate is the true evil itself.

However, the arrival of the Cyclops once again made Kal'tsit more vigilant.

If Kal'tsit could realize this, the Cyclops certainly could too. Even if they couldn't, their prophecy should rightfully reveal this truth.

Having mastered Ernst makes little difference to having not.

But they still came, and not just one Cyclops, but the Cyclops royal court, which sent an official messenger carrying royal credentials.

Why is that?

Kal'tsit's intuition told her that there was only one thing that could attract the Cyclops's attention—[Fate]. The ability to cleanse itself of demonic corruption was merely icing on the cake.

Compared to the Terrans, Kal'tsit's vision and knowledge are actually much more profound.

All species on Terra today are shaped by Originium. Whether it's Felin or Lupo, Sarkaz or Sarkaz, the reason they look like humans, do (pseudo)human things, and even inexplicably draft articles or plans with deceptive titles or names is because Originium left traces in their souls during the process of shaping them.

For example, when Kal'tsit, as an advisor, heard the name of the Uraniburg/Enpinian, Kazdelnia project proposed by Nastya, she was actually quite used to it.