People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Just now, there was indeed no other me coming, right?"

Ernst shook his head.

He didn't see any other Kal'tsit, nor any other Vina, Ascalon, Horhyah, or Hinterlea.

Kal'tsit finally breathed a sigh of relief:

"Thank you."

Ernst also noticed something was amiss and asked curiously:

"What happened?"

Kal'tsit pursed her lips and glanced sideways.

Based on her usual personality, she would most likely remain silent at this point. After all, fainting once in Ernst's office was one thing, it wasn't the first time, and practice makes perfect, so no one would be too surprised. But fainting a second time on the Rhodes Island main ship, almost performing a "rookie courier, just send whatever I want" operation, resulting in a shameful 0-2 record this round, was a bit embarrassing and really not something she should talk about.

Moreover, the abilities of the Shapeshifter swarm mean that unless he reveals his true form to deliberately scare others, as he did on Rhodes Island, it is almost impossible for others to directly see through his disguise.

In other words, even if he informed Ernst about the Shapeshifters' court infiltrating Sherag, the effect would likely be very limited. Not only might he fail to capture the Shapeshifters, but there's a greater chance he'd trigger panic within the Sherag government—nobody wants to know, and is even less certain, whether their colleagues, friends, or loved ones have already been replaced.

If it were for the sake of maintaining stability, Kal'tsit wouldn't say so.

But at this moment, she hesitated a bit.

Especially when she thought about her prophecy about the Cyclops regarding the "Sarkaz assassins," she was absolutely certain that the Shapeshifter swarm was, ninety-nine percent, the assassin sent by Theresis to stop Ernst!

Although she didn't know why this "assassin" had only scared her on Rhodes Island and left without doing anything further, Kal'tsit didn't think she could let her guard down.

If Kal'tsit hadn't warned Ernst in advance about the existence of such a person, and something unexpected had happened to Ernst in the future, he felt he would probably regret it even more.

After much deliberation, Kal'tsit decided to give Ernst a meaningful look. Ernst and Kal'tsit were old partners, so they understood the signal immediately. Ernst frowned and gave the order:

"Vina, Horhaya, you two can go out now."

Holhaya shrugged, while Vina bowed to Ernst, and the two left the room together.

But Kal'tsit still didn't speak directly, instead turning her gaze to the source of the room's comfortable temperature:

"And Miss Raphsini too..."

This time, Ernst's brow furrowed even deeper. He stared intently at Kal'tsit for a moment before slowly saying:

"Lavshini, you can go out too."

Lavshini had no objections and followed Vina out of the office.

The once warm office suddenly felt a bit chilly.

Ernst exhaled and looked at Kal'tsit:

"So, can you explain now?"

Kal'tsit nodded, organized her thoughts, and then spoke:

"Among the Sarkaz royal courts, there is a very, very special royal court. Their royal court members and race members are only one, and the king of the royal court has only been one person from ancient times to the present. However, he can transform into hundreds or thousands of people, and with a single thought, he can generate hundreds or thousands of thoughts. The entire race's survival mode and state of life are completely different from other Sarkaz clans."

"This royal court is known as the [Royal Court of the Shapeshifters]."

"As the name suggests, they are skilled in [transformation]. Whether it is a person or an object, their behavior or tone of voice, anyone targeted by the [Transformer Royal Court] can be imitated by them with uncanny accuracy, and ordinary people cannot detect the slightest flaw. If there is no special ability to distinguish them, the shapeshifters can even impersonate a person for a lifetime!"

This is not an exaggeration; the Shapeshifter King Court did indeed do something similar.

On their long journey of searching for the meaning of life, they pretended to be newlywed husbands, pregnant wives, and even simulated childbirth and the arrival of a newborn using their alter egos. However, they were exposed because they couldn't understand the feelings of "new life." After much observation, they impersonated a church pastor and, on a whim, instigated and planned a robbery, only to replace the leader of the robbers.

His most outrageous achievement was that, single-handedly, he mobilized hundreds of people to simulate the rise and fall of a dilapidated town that had survived a catastrophe and was left unsupervised in the abandoned Iberian town after the Great Calm!

To put it dramatically, you could say he's trying to imitate civilization itself.

But he still failed. Simulating thousands of town residents, having them fall in love with "themselves," do work, interact with the outside world, and experience things like birth, aging, illness, and death, ultimately failed to bring him any spiritual breakthrough. He still hadn't found what he was searching for—what truly constitutes "living."

At this point in Kal'tsit's words, Ernst understood what she meant—the Shapeshifters' court had infiltrated Sherag.

This was indeed a thorny issue. Without any hesitation, Ernst gestured for Kal'tsit to wait a moment, then immediately took out the divine stone from his robes and summoned the great god Yeragand.

A royal court agent who can change shape at will and is difficult to detect immediately is far more frightening than any "intelligence agent".

At least, most intelligence agents infiltrated Kjerag with a mission, and Ernst didn't object to their entry, because Kjerag itself, with its clear-eyed nature comparable to that of a W player, didn't have any shameful secrets. And to obtain these so-called secrets, the intelligence agents had to share their secrets with each other in order to rise to a higher position within Kjerag.

In a way, Ernst owes these people a small medal for being a model worker for their dedication.

But the shapeshifter is different; he can do nothing and then impersonate someone else to get the badge!

Impersonating a model worker! This is an extremely egregious act! The harm it does to Sherag's efforts to create a fair and friendly environment for intelligence personnel to avoid internal competition is immeasurable!

This is no ordinary Sarkaz; we have to strike hard!

Ernst's request was quickly answered by the great god Jeragund.

Rather, Yeragand himself was secretly listening to what was happening here, especially after Kal'tsit asked Ernst to dismiss Vina and the others, including Raphsini, which piqued Ya'er's interest even more!

What, you can ask them to leave because they are Ernst's employees, but can you ask me to leave too?

Ernst is my holy son, and I am his nominal mother!

Given my status and position, even if you ask me to leave, I won't go!

At most, it's just a matter of changing the stone; you still have to listen to me!

Clearly, Kal'tsit understood this as well, which is why she never mentioned asking Jeragand to leave. This pleased Ya'er, who was secretly slacking off behind the Divine Stone. And she quickly gave her answer:

"I don't actually have the ability to identify shapeshifters."

“But I was able to find out where the shapeshifters were.”

These two statements sound contradictory, but they are not actually contradictory.

While Yeragand does not possess the ability to "identify a shapeshifter at a glance," he can monitor the entire Sherag simultaneously.

It doesn't matter if the shapeshifters' transformations aren't noticeable; Yeragand only needs to simultaneously cast his gaze on every corner of Sherag, and he will naturally be able to identify who the shapeshifters are.

This is similar to a security guard watching surveillance cameras. You might not be able to tell who's who the bad guys are, because bad guys don't wear their names on their faces. But through surveillance cameras, you can see if they're in places they shouldn't be, or if they're disguising themselves to look like someone else in another place. Or, to put it more directly, you can tell if they're doing something wrong.

This operation is no different from a spot-the-difference game, except that the scope has been expanded to the entire Sherag, which is more troublesome for Yeragand.

We can simply describe this operation as: using pure numerical values ​​to crush the supermodel mechanism.

"So that's how it can be solved! Jeragand is truly amazing!"

Ernst clapped his hands and praised him sincerely.

Kal'tsit got goosebumps all over her body and looked at the snow leopard with a surprised and terrified expression.

Meanwhile, Ya'er on the other side of the divine stone was very happy, clearly enjoying the praise.

Monitoring the entire Sherag is exhausting and could easily infringe on the children's privacy. Jeragand, mindful of the Sherag people's feelings, wouldn't normally do such a thing. But the situation is special now, and since Ernst has asked him to, he doesn't mind making an exception this time.

The divine stone emitted a dazzling blue light, whether it was a special effect added by the great god Yeragand in his busy schedule or something that was originally there. Yeragand raised his gaze from Ernst's office, higher and higher, until it was about to cover the entire Sherag!

Then, He stopped moving.

The blue light vanished, and He floated between Ernst and Kelsey, asking:

"The shapeshifters you're talking about, are they the ones with matcha-colored curly hair, wearing little leather jackets, and not wearing shoes?"

Kal'tsit nodded immediately, her face full of shock.

Jeragand's strength is terrifying? It completed a search of the entire Sherag in the blink of an eye? She thought Jeragand was just a level one behemoth!

Ya'er hesitated for a moment, then spoke with a somewhat strange tone:

"I found him."

“Where?” Ernst asked.

Ya'er manipulated the divine stone, floating to the door, and pointed at the gate with her angular eyes:

"He's right outside the door."

Chapter 486 You don't want me to end up like you and sell my cleavage, do you?

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

“We are from Lentinium.”

“If you don’t mind, we can be more explicit. We were sent by Theresis.”

"We're here for only three things: intelligence, intelligence, and more intelligence."

As Ernst gazed at the group of shapeshifters before him, who were speaking fluently and without any intention of concealing anything, he suddenly began to hallucinate.

No, buddy, haven't I gone through this process before?

Let me guess, what you're going to say next is: If you want, I can also cooperate with you and send selective intelligence to Theresis?

"If you wish, we can also cooperate with you and send selective intelligence to Theresis."

The shapeshifters swarmed around him, and Ernst couldn't help but cover his face.

In some ways, you Sarkaz are actually quite easy to understand?

Ernst still remembered how wary he was when Hedley said those words to him when he first arrived in Sherag.

If it weren't for Ceylon, also a teacher, vouching for him, Ernst would have been unwilling to let a former mercenary with such close ties to the Military Council take on the role of teacher. After all, who knew what the Sarkaz were thinking? What if they went astray while he was teaching?

Hedley later proved himself worthy of Ceylon's guarantee and Ernst's trust, doing well both as a teacher and as an intelligence officer for the Military Council.

Back then, when Hedley revealed his identity to himself, he said almost exactly the same things as the current group of shapeshifters.

The difference might be the change in personal pronouns; the metamorphic group prefers to refer to themselves as "we," while Hedley refers to himself as "I."

"Your reaction is strange. Was there anything unclear in what we just said?"

The shapeshifters raised an eyebrow slightly and asked a question. Ernst shook his head and sighed:

"No, your explanation is very simple and clear. I just suddenly felt the lineage of you Sarkaz."

Hedley always talks about how the Sarkaz "have lost their cultural lineage," and that "the Sarkaz don't know Kazdel, yet they curse the demons from the city walls." But now it seems that this isn't entirely true.

The Sarkaz culture has been preserved to some extent, such as opportunism, double-crossing, and the principle of "brothers and friends, and those who are closest to you get extra money." The wisdom of survival has become part of the culture and has been preserved, but it may not be the part they wanted to preserve.

Before Ernst could respond, Kal'tsit, who was also in the room, was already getting anxious.

She was in a hurry, she was extremely in a hurry, she was in a very urgent situation!

If we were to rank the ten Sarkaz royal courts according to their level of threat, the least threatening would be the Cyclopes, whose entire race consists of defeatist strategists. They are the gentlemen of the demon race, using words rather than fists.

The greatest threat, according to some, is the Carrion Eaters, for they are born and raised in war, and their ability to devour life is almost the nemesis of all life. Others believe it is the Blood Demons, because the reputation of the Blood Demon Kings on Terra is somewhat abstract, and this Terra includes not only the various kingdoms of Terra but also the Sarkaz.

Killing the Demon King is disloyalty! The Demon King he killed—the Bloodstained Prince—was his brother; an elder brother is like a father, and patricide and murder are acts of filial impiety! His veiled criticism of the Military Council, his outward compliance while inward defiance, and his openly sarcastic remarks about Theresis and Theresia at meetings are acts of distrust! His wanton slaughter of the cats and dogs of Terra, not even sparing his own kin, is acts of inhumanity! His feigned learning of the noble etiquette of Victoria and Letania, while secretly yearning for the past of sharing human skulls with the banshees, is acts of impoliteness!

Such disloyal, unfilial, untrustworthy, unkind, and impolite people are usually killed on sight.

However, Kal'tsit still had a slight doubt as to whether the threat level of the Blood Lord could be ranked the highest.

She felt the greatest threat came from shapeshifters, because they could transform into anything and become the shapeshifter perfectly.

He can absorb the life force of the carrion eaters, unleash the Blood Lord's torrent of blood, and even replace Manfred in wielding the Root of Tikkaz. He also possesses Theresis's swordsmanship that cracked Kal'tsit's skull!

Kal'tsit will probably never forget Theresis's swordsmanship.

After all, that sword strike that declared, "Those who invade Kazdel's territory will be struck down and defeated!" really left her somewhat bewildered.

Therefore, Kal'tsit felt only danger—extreme danger—to put a shapeshifter who also possessed these abilities into Kerrig.

This is practically setting the stage for her prophecy about the Cyclops!

Kal'tsit couldn't just stand by and watch the flag be planted like that.

Therefore, for the first time in her life, before Ernst even spoke, she vehemently opposed the suggestion:

“Shapeshifter, since you come representing Theresis, you should know that Seraphim does not welcome you.”

"What Theresis has done in Lontinim has made the Sarkaz's position on this land precarious. If you want to preserve a way out for the Sarkaz, leave Kjerag now and pretend you were never here. Keep your distance; it's better for both of us!"

As soon as Kal'tsit finished speaking, the group of shapeshifters slowly turned their heads and glanced at Kal'tsit.

Then, he chuckled:

"Ah."

His tone was extremely steady, just like the shapeshifter's poker face, completely devoid of any emotion.

But Kelsey, standing next to Ernst, was visibly a few degrees hotter.

It’s hard, the fist is hard!