People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

This undoubtedly leads to huge operating costs, which is arguably the direct cause of Rhodes Island's continued losses and poor business performance.

But neither Kal'tsit nor Amiya, nor any of the high-ranking officials at Rhodes Island, have ever questioned this set of four policies.

This is why Ernst is very willing to cooperate with Rhodes Island, and even willing to help Rhodes Island develop by providing it with connections, business cooperation, and business orders.

You can say the old lynx is a riddle, you can say Amiya is too young and doesn't understand, you can even call Rhodes Island a heartless company that forces infected people to work 996, but no matter what, you can't say Rhodes Island is bad or inhuman.

After all, in many parts of this land, the infected are not human at all.

Rhodes Island allows them to be human.

As for the last question, Kal'tsit paused her writing and pondered for a long time.

She actually had the answer, and the answer was crystal clear. Almost the instant she saw the question, the corresponding figure appeared in Kal'tsit's mind.

But Kal'tsit didn't know whether she should write it down or not.

Well, although she didn't know the other person's exact identity, seeing the handwriting and thinking about the name she was about to write gave Kal'tsit a strange sense of immorality.

She shook her head, went to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and splashed water on her face twice to clear her head.

I've been too tired lately. One is one, two is two. Since I've already decided to reply, why bother with this strange feeling?

Although resurrection is absurd, it is not entirely impossible considering the precedent set by the Flame Demon Pearl.

The only problem is that Kal'tsit can't think of anyone who would resurrect Theresa, and why would Theresa need to hide her identity from her? But even if it really is Theresa on the other end, letting her know her name and her deeds would only make her feel gratified, happy, and at ease, right?

Regarding your last question, I think the answer should be obvious if you've been following news about Terra over the past two years.

But since you've chosen to trust me and asked me "who can help the Sarkaz," then I will certainly answer you truthfully.

Ernst Siwaesh

It must be him, could it be me?

Chapter 545 The Shining's Dream

Shaylag, the main ship of Rhodes Island.

Quessina woke up from a nightmare.

She sat bolt upright in bed, a lingering fear still visible in the Sarkaz girl's ochre-red eyes. (Four stars)

This wasn't the first time she'd had nightmares. Ever since escaping that hellish place called "home" with Liz, Quessina had frequently dreamt of those events.

She dreamt of the series of human experiments she personally conducted on Liz; she dreamt of Quesatushta, the beastly monster who possessed her brother's body and called himself "Father," with a mocking smile on his cold face; she dreamt of many, many people she had personally killed: the Sarkaz, the Absolute Guard, Felin, and Lupo; she dreamt of the horrific scene she witnessed as a child, through a crack in the door, of her rebellious mother being insulted, trampled, and then killed by "Father," and of her mother's desperate gaze falling upon her at the last moment, like a broken doll thrown to the ground, while that terrifying father smiled and told her, "Nothing happened, just a disobedient thing that was discarded."

Ah, indeed, most of her nightmares came from him. The name Quesatushta means "undying hope" in Sarkaz, but now he has become a true "undying nightmare".

But last night, what appeared in Quessina's dream was not any of the real-life scenes that she had experienced that were even worse than nightmares.

What she encountered was a truly bizarre and fantastical dream.

She dreamt that the outer shell of Quesatushta was peeled off, and the body of the Exorcist was covered with Originium. Each Originium crystal reflected a different appearance, and their names were all Quesatushta.

She dreamt that on a golden ocean, the Sarkaz spirits questioned Quesatushta, including a white-horned Sarkaz. Shining couldn't remember the appearance of the people in her dream, but the moment she saw or noticed the Sarkaz's figure, she received information about his name and other details.

Quesatushta, the demon lord of the Sarkaz, the master of dawn and dusk, the one who knocks on the door.

He dreamt that all illusion vanished in that region, leaving only what could be called reality. And atop the once magnificent walls of Kazdel, golden light shimmered, repelling all Sarkaz enemies. Quesatushta stood atop the walls, gazing at the heavens, contemplating his own end, and what lay beyond.

[While I was alive, the people of the gods and their nation dared not show the slightest disrespect to Kazdel.] Q

But the survival of civilization has shown me that if I die, Kazdel's destruction is imminent. The other demon lords are no match for my realm.

[Should I just stand by and watch those ants I trample underfoot so blatantly defy Kazdel's majesty? Should the Demon Lord simply die? I have protected everything in Kazdel, so why can't I protect time itself?]

I must survive. I must open that forbidden door. If the Creator truly exists, I must glimpse, steal, and seize the Creator's throne!

“Father, do it! I understand your great ambition, let me become the next Quesatushta, let your will flow in my body, in our blood, until you find the place of the Creator, until you are here, what are you looking at?”

In this dreamlike vision, a projection of history, Quesatushta's gaze did not fall upon his son, who had expressed his loyalty and devotion, but rather looked behind him—in the direction of Quesatushna.

The black crown atop his head began to shimmer, signifying the approaching end of his life. The Demon King's crown would then choose its next master. In this final moment, a strange figure was reflected in the aged Demon King's cloudy eyes. He seemed to realize something, slightly opening his mouth and calmly uttering a single sentence.

Quessina's memory was interrupted at that moment.

That was the moment she woke up.

Memories faded like the tide, and the wonders she had just seen and heard were now fragmented dust, like the dust that filled the sky after the Originium disintegrated. In the empty space, they were all scattered by the wind.

But Quessina still remembered the old demon king's last murmurs.

Quesatushta, among the Sarkaz, is perhaps the most profound "scholar" in the study of the continuation of civilization; he may even have found a way to imprison the black crown and pass it down through generations.

Did he see his own phantom through that crown at the end of his life?

Quessina shook her head.

No, that's utter nonsense. It's just a bizarre dream. Quesatushta, that demon king, lived thousands of years ago. How could he possibly see things thousands of years in the future? He's not a Cyclops.

Besides, how long has it been since Quessina met Quessutushta or had any contact with the Absolutioner?

"Dong dong."

There was a sudden knock on the door. Quessina looked up, and Liz whispered from outside:

"Shining, are you there?"

Quessina, or rather, the Rhodes Island operator codenamed "Shining," stood up, tidied her slightly disheveled hair, composed her tired expression, and opened the door:

"Nightingale, what's wrong?"

The blonde girl, like a frightened young winged beast, gripped her staff tightly, lowered her head timidly, and curled up in her electric wheelchair.

"The Shining, I had a nightmare."

"Nightmare?"

Shining's heart tightened, and she bent down to hug Liz.

"It's okay, I'm here. Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid."

Liz shook her head.

"Shining, I suddenly feel very relaxed."

"It seems that something that had been weighing on my mind has disappeared."

Nightingale looked up, her deep blue eyes filled with confusion and joy. She found it hard to describe the feeling, but she couldn't wait to share her improvement with Shining.

Shining was slightly taken aback, and her hand involuntarily went to her heart.

Liz's statement did indeed seem to diminish her sense of urgency.

The Sarkaz bloodline is quite mysterious. When a powerful Sarkaz disappears, those with nearby bloodlines can almost immediately sense something special.

Back then, when Princess Theresa died, her final lament could be heard even in Wendygobo Drokashti, far away in the Ursus Empire.

The bloodline connection that causes Nightingale and Shining nightmares can be found in the QQ group: 07liujiu★

""

A look of disbelief crossed Quessana's face. She abruptly stood up, patted Nightingale on the shoulder, and said quickly:

"Nightingale, wait for me in the room, I have to go find someone."

"Looking for someone?" A hint of doubt flashed across Liz's face.

“Hmm.” Shining nodded, her heart pounding so hard she could barely speak. “Whether it’s Dr. Kal’tsit, Dr. Warfarin, or Mr. Logos, it doesn’t matter.”

"I have to go and deliver this message, to confirm this message."

"Quesatushta is dead!"

"Quesatushta is dead?"

Even though it was already four in the morning, Kal'tsit was still awake. The lights in the medical department's office would always stay on all night, which had become a well-known practice.

Even Dr. Warfarin couldn't stay up all night like that, so the question of "when exactly Dr. Kal'tsit will rest" has become one of the top ten unsolved mysteries circulating among Rhodes Island operators.

When Kal'tsit heard this message from Shining, who had rushed over in a panic, she knew she probably wouldn't be getting any sleep that night.

"You sensed his death?"

Kal'tsit frowned. Shining nodded.

The connection of bloodlines is unlikely to be problematic. Since Shining has agreed, the body that carries Quesatushta's consciousness, at least for now, certainly no longer exists in this world.

But what happened?

Wasn't the Pardoner always with Theresis? Could Theresis possibly kill them at this time?

Not to mention that this defies common sense, Kal'tsit even thinks that Theresis might not be able to kill Quesatushta.

Admittedly, Regent V's martial prowess is ridiculously high, and even Regent VI, the ruler of the royal court, has to show him respect. However, Quesatushtab II is an old man focused on surviving, and no one knows exactly how many life-saving tricks he has up his sleeve.

It wouldn't be difficult for Theresis to defeat Quesatushta in a direct confrontation, but killing him would be anything but simple. And if such internal strife were to erupt within the Military Council, Lentinium would certainly not remain unresponsive.

Could it be

Although she knew it was unlikely, Kelsey had indeed heard Ernst mention that for the Sarkaz state-building plan to be implemented, the extreme radicals within Sarkaz had to be eliminated.

Quesatushta seems to have always been his target.

Then, recalling the letter she received that appeared to be from Theresa...

Something must have happened in Lentinium, and it's likely that something has happened that's beyond her imagination!

Ernst, oh Ernst, you always manage to come up with something new!

Kal'tsit took several deep breaths. She really wanted to go directly to Ernst to verify the information, but if she went to the Shivaesh mansion to find Ernst at four in the morning, at best she would find Ascalon or W, and at worst she might run into a friendly head lady-in-waiting of the Manjusaka.

Whether she can find the person or not is another matter, but she might just get a good night's sleep like a baby.

Therefore, she chose to ask Shining first:

Could you describe your nightmare in detail?

Shining rubbed his forehead:

"I... I can't remember."

Kal'tsit shook her head and comforted her, "It's alright, think about it slowly."

Shining nodded and began to try her best to recall the dream that had vanished:

"I think I see it, a golden sea."

Kelsey: “?”

"I saw a lot of Quesatushtas."

Kal'tsit: "Huh?"

"I saw the city walls, and the original Quesatush Tower."

Kal'tsit: "Eek!"

"I seem to remember what she said."

Shining paused for a long time before uttering a phrase in Ancient Sarkaz:

"Has our knocking on the door finally gotten your attention?"

Kal'tsit's eyes widened suddenly, her pupils contracting violently as if reaching a certain limit, before dilating weakly, and she let out a soft, feeble sound:

"Ho-"

Chapter 546 So, she poured out one or two of the secret stars.

Ernst considers himself a very self-disciplined person.

To date, I have never been late for work, I clock in and out on time every day, I don't smoke, and I only drink alcohol in moderation. I go to bed at 11 p.m. to ensure I get eight hours of sleep, and I drink a cup of warm milk before bed. If I have nothing to do, I will spend about half an hour preparing my work schedule for the next day before going to sleep. I can usually sleep soundly until dawn.

In all of Sherag, there aren't many people as self-disciplined as him. Especially Dr. Kal'tsit, who is said to be addicted to staying up late, with dark circles under her eyes that could rival Theresis's. Ernst hopes she can pay more attention to her health, get some rest, and maintain a healthy sleep schedule, which is essential for her increasingly serious health condition.

Unfortunately, Kelsey clearly rarely took Ernst's words to heart. Most of the time, when Ernst saw her, he could sense the genuine fatigue on her face.

But things have gotten much better lately.

You look great today.

Following Kelsey into the office, Ernst praised her.

Early in the morning, before dawn, Kelsey was already waiting in front of the government building. Ernst thought she had stayed up all night again. But judging from her spirits, she seemed alright!