People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

They will be remembered in history, and with a good name at that.

Ernst was a firm believer in this.

Nasti will leave a significant mark on the history of the Sarkaz, both in terms of her artistic contributions and her political standing!

What an enviable thing this is!

But Nasti only showed a faint smile, whether because of the future Ernst described or simply because she had received Ernst's praise.

She reached out and took Ernst's hand, saying earnestly:

"It's too far ahead to talk about those things now."

"I am your engineer, and I am only asking for your opinion."

"It is my greatest honor and happiness that you are satisfied with me and my project. Please believe me, if there were no outsiders present at this moment, I would love to let you personally feel my pounding heart!"

Kelsey: “?”

She subtly averted her gaze.

She felt wronged. What had she done? Why was Nasti suddenly pointing this out to her?

Furthermore, what do you mean by "outsider"? Kal'tsit has known Ernst for almost as long as Nastie, so where does that make you "insider"?

Ernst maintained his smile, but upon closer inspection, one could see that fine beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead, and his heart was beating slightly faster.

Everyone has their weaknesses. Ernst knew his weakness wasn't there, but he wasn't the heartless, ambitious man he was in his previous life. In Sherag, if he wanted to climb any higher, he'd probably have to climb the statue of the god Jeragund. And this snow leopard body was still quite vigorous.

Fortunately, perhaps the presence of Kal'tsit, an "outsider," did indeed make Nasti somewhat hesitant, or perhaps Nasti knew that in this situation, teasing the snow leopard was enough. If she really wanted to do something, even without considering Ernst's opinion, she would have to think about what she was going to do next.

So, before Kal'tsit could intervene, Nastie smiled and, holding Ernst's hand, skillfully changed the subject, introducing him to some good news she had been preparing for a long time:

"However, in lieu of a surprise, Mr. Ernst, I have also prepared one for you."

Ernst's already racing heart hadn't even had time to catch its breath when he instantly broke through the underlying code, ushering in a new era of double speed. He let out a cry of surprise, his tail jerked up, and he almost triggered a passive jump:

"surprise?!"

Kelsey, standing next to Ernst, wasn't much better off. Just hearing Nasti, usually so stern and unsmiling, utter that word with such joy on her face sent a chill down her spine, making her heart race. After a long pause, she finally managed to utter:

"surprise!?"

Nasti glanced at the two who reacted so in unison, somewhat puzzled:

"Why do you both look so scared? Please don't worry, I haven't set up a life-draining witchcraft altar array under this building, nor have I placed any automatic banshee dirge playing machine in the sculpture fountain."

"I only invited one person to Shelag. She is... my senior, and more capable than me."

Ernst breathed a slight sigh of relief. So this was Nasti's senior. Well, it made sense. Nasti, a Sarkaz banshee, learning to become a designated professional engineer in Tongliao, naturally needed a mentor. But he wondered, what kind of expert could this person be, someone Nasti praised as being superior to her? A draftsman or a strategist?

Ernst patted his chest and let out a long sigh:

"I see. Of course, Sherag welcomes anyone with ambition. May I ask this senior's name?"

Nasti enthusiastically introduced:

"Her name is Lamarle, you can call her Ms. Lamarle. You actually have some connection with her."

"Fate?" Ernst was puzzled; he didn't think he had ever heard of this name before.

Kal'tsit tugged at his sleeve, as if she wanted to say something, or perhaps she wanted to stop Ernst from hearing something.

But it's too late.

Nasti explained, "She is Logos' mother. A great banshee!"

Before the words were finished, two voices rang out as if by reflex, followed by Ernst's call.

"Ho!" (Cheese Lynx)

"Ha!" (Cheese Ascaron)

"Ascaron!" (Cheese Snow Leopard)

It's like some kind of magical summoning spell!

Chapter 526 Lamaren: Don't you feel heavy?

　Ascalon felt that she had never truly left Rhodes Island.

She had clearly applied for an overseas assignment and indeed received Kal'tsit's "approval," remaining in Kjerag as Rhodes Island's plenipotentiary representative at the Kjerag office. But why, why did she always seem to be running back to the main ship every few days?

Normally, it's perfectly normal for operators who go on field missions to stay in the area for ten days to half a month, or even a year or two without returning. Why is it that her field mission time seems to be calculated in minutes? Others are on assignment for 180 out of 365 days, but she is not on Rhodes Island for 180 minutes out of 365 days.

After much thought, SOuSuO: 兒四-参牾粶肆 This is indeed still Kal'tsit's problem.

Can you be a little more composed? So what if Lamaren is here? You know her, Logos, the current Banshee Queen. Her son is on Rhodes Island. What are you afraid she'll do to you?

Although she was indeed a little surprised that the great banshee who had claimed to be "out of the loop" would suddenly come to Sherag.

Seriously, I'm going to have to make another trip.

"W, I'm temporarily entrusting Ernst's protection to you. Don't let me down!"

Ascalon said coldly before leaving.

W waved his hand, signaling her to leave quickly and hurry up!

I'm in a good mood today, so I won't argue with you.

As for why I'm in such a good mood? Seeing Kal'tsit's dazed look makes me feel even more refreshed than stretching in my new underwear to welcome the New Year!

As for issues like protecting Ernst's safety, W said, "I don't need Ascalon's interference! Of course she knows what she's doing!"

Although he couldn't beat Ascalon in a fight, and his skills were inferior, while his words were more "unrestrained," this didn't stop W from harboring a slight doubt about whether Ascalon's ability to protect Ernst was stronger than her own.

Back then, you were a general under Princess Theresa, leading a hundred or so men, and you still couldn't protect Theresa. Now, how dare you say you can protect Ernst?

What? Ascalon was actually lured away by the evil spirits of Babel to change the royal banner on the walls of Kazdel? That's why he didn't have time to stay by Theresa's side?

W didn't care about any of that. All she knew was that if she had been in Ascalon's position, she would never have died after Theresa! Nor would she have survived to this day!

To be honest, W has always been quite worried. Everything now is too similar to what it was back then: an underdeveloped country (Shelag), an organization that brings together people from all countries and races (the Shelag government), a grumpy lynx (needless to say), an increasingly tense international environment, and Ascalon as a protector. It's really easy to draw parallels.

8wuqilu3. 4silzhaoshuqun%: But fortunately, this time, W made it in time.

She observed, she protected, she never left his side. Anyone who dared to come would be turning themselves into a bomb, and she wouldn't let anyone get close to Ernst.

Of course, if Ernst broke his vow, she would not hesitate to personally end this illusion in her mind at any cost.

"Stop having any ulterior motives. W. Ernst is not her. To conflate the two of them is an insult to both of them."

Ascalon stared at W's face and gave him one last serious word of advice.

W grinned, but it was impossible to tell whether she had actually listened.

Watching Ascalon carry Kal'tsit away, W looked in Ernst's direction, somewhat lost in thought.

In front of the square of the World Summit venue, Ernst and Nast stood side by side, and standing in front of them was the legendary succubus—Ramalen.

Ramalen is one of the few royal court leaders in W who has a clear understanding of the concept of royalty. The reason is simple: during the Kazdel Civil War, she was one of the few royal court leaders who stood firmly on Theresa's side.

The Kazdel Civil War initially began as a small-scale, localized conflict, but gradually escalated into a full-scale war between the Military Council and the Tower of Babel. However, throughout the entire conflict, none of the major royal courts actually intervened or participated in the war.

This was partly due to the fact that the Sarkaz leadership, including Theresa and Theresis, did not want this ideological conflict to escalate into an internal split that would severely damage the entire Sarkaz, but it was also partly due to the fact that the royal courts, each choosing sides, could deter each other.

The Banshee and the Mind Demon sided with Theresia, the Blood Demon and the Carrion Eater sided with Theresis, and the rest of the royal court either remained neutral (the Lich) or left directly (the Wendigo). This balance of power, to some extent, prevented the situation from worsening.

In contrast to the Blood Lord and the Carrion King, who didn't actually fight in person, Ramalen secretly cheated a little. Although she didn't participate herself, her son, Aifanil, the next ruler of the Banshee Court, also known as Logos, was always in the Babel's fighting force. Logos even personally helped in the final military operation of Babel—the Battle of Kazdel.

Logos back then was certainly not as powerful as he is now, but he was still the most beloved child of the Banshee Royal Court by mothers and aunts. His talent and strength were undeniable. As for ordinary Sarkaz, unless they were gods like Theresis and Theresia who were rare in a thousand years, who could defeat him?

Therefore, in the eyes of W, this lawless "madman" who thinks he is the most important person in the world, royal court nobles, regents and generals are all worthless, but Lamaren, she will still maintain the minimum level of respect for her.

Of course, this wasn't what W cared about most.

Her golden eyes reflected Ernst and Lamaren's figures. The young snow leopard wore a sincere smile, while Lamaren, dressed in a long black dress, had her face veiled by a mysterious mask, but her mood could still be seen from her actions as she talked with Ernst and Nass.

It wasn't serious; in fact, it was rather relaxed.

It didn't feel like a conversation with the Prime Minister of Sheraco; it felt more like a special trip to see an old friend.

My friend, Ramalyn's friend.

W gently licked his lips, took the camera off his neck, hid behind the fountain sculpture, and peeked out with the camera, aiming it at Ernst.

"Click."

The shutter clicked, capturing and recording this moment.

Her photography skills have far surpassed those of the past; there are no longer any situations where people are not clearly visible or where someone is blocked from view.

Satisfied, W put away his camera, resisting the urge to take a couple more pictures, and licked his lips once more.

It's not about quantity, but quality when it comes to grain!

"Suck it!"

Not far away, Lamaren seemed to sense something, glancing in the direction of W, but only for a fleeting moment before looking away.

A little Sarkaz girl behaving strangely, does she know me?

Lamarle thought for a moment and answered in her heart that it was no. She had lived in seclusion for many years and knew very few young Sarkaz, and W was clearly not among them.

And it seems that she doesn't care about me?

Ramalyn looked at Ernst; the young man, Felin, whom Nast had introduced to her, was indeed quite interesting. At least Ramalyn could clearly sense that Felin's attitude towards her was neither fearful nor repulsive.

Was it friendly? Not really. A smile is a lubricant between people, but at Ramalen's age and level, she could certainly see that Ernst's smile towards her was more of a smile because of her status as "the senior introduced by Nastia".

Ernst actually harbored some apprehension towards her other identity—the former mistress of the Banshee King's Court. It was only Nasti's guarantee that offset this apprehension.

Lamarle didn't think there was anything wrong with it; on the contrary, she thought it was great!

If Ernst, the leader of Sherag, has no fear of a powerful outsider Sarkaz clan leader, it only proves he's a complete idiot. Such a naive fool, in Terra, let alone accomplishing major feats like establishing a Sarkaz nation or flying Kazdel, would have to thank Sherag's behemoth for his survival.

Ira Marlene wouldn't treat Ernst any differently. At most, out of respect for the matchmaker Nastie, she would chat with him a few more words before going to find her eldest son. When saying goodbye, she would give him a small gift to avoid any awkwardness.

But Ernst's performance so far has been very satisfactory to her.

Lin has kindness towards strangers, but also fear of them; he has the determination to get things done, and the mindset to get things done. As for his methods, Lamarlene thought that she didn't need to worry about that.

If his methods fail, the nations of Terra will naturally not treat him well.

Reality is the best test, and it has already tested Ernst's true worth. His reputation has even reached the isolated Banshee Valley.

Most importantly, there is no inherent prejudice or discrimination.

At this moment, Ramalen could somewhat understand why so many different clans and abilities of Sarkaz lived on the land of Sherag.

If it were her, and she were to evaluate Sherag from the perspective of an ordinary Sarkaz rather than as the Banshee Queen, she would also have to admit that this is indeed a good place.

However, she can't shake off her identity as the Great Demoness, since her good son hasn't yet fulfilled his vow to "destroy the royal court."

Therefore, she could also sense that Ernst possessed more than one "special" Sarkaz aura.

Liches, Cyclopes, Stonewing Demons, and unknown, ancient auras—some numerous, some strong, some weak. Normally, even detecting just one of these auras would warrant Lamaren's vigilance and attention, but given Ernst's situation…

Ernst looked curiously at Ramallian, who had suddenly fallen silent:

"What are you looking at, Ms. Lamarle?"

Lamarle's smile beneath her veil was complex, and she replied with a double entendre:

"I can't say."

She wasn't a Cyclops, and she didn't have the habit or ability to act like a charlatan or make prophecies, but she really wanted to ask Ernst right now.

The smell on you is so strong and mixed, don't you usually notice it?

For example, when I sleep at night, I always feel like I'm being pressed down by a ghost, it feels very heavy, and I can't get up.

Chapter 527 Solution Two to Quesatushta

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

On their way back from the World Summit venue, Ramallian chatted with Ernst the whole time.

The conversation covered a wide range of topics, from why Ernst wanted to help the Sarkaz with this important matter to the dress Aifanil wore as a child, with the latter being the main focus.

"Let me tell you, Aifanir was incredibly cute as a child. Nasti said you've seen him; was he wearing the outfit I sent him?"

Ernst didn't know which specific outfit Ramallian was referring to as "that outfit," but he figured that Mr. Logos, Aifanil, was probably not wearing one.