People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Furthermore, Fremont is a renowned professor at Ludwig University in Letania, a man who excels in two fields. With his help, you can rest assured."

Ernst nodded.

He actually had no objections. He had met Fremont before and found him to be as ignorant as Lamarlene thought. Apart from speaking a bit strangely and being somewhat arrogant, the old man was actually a decent person.

Ernst's only question was why Fremont had "volunteered" at this time.

Does this gatekeeper of the temple of knowledge even know the meaning of "when things are out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy going on"?

Chapter 579 Ducaré, Guess who didn't receive an invitation?

Londinium, Victoria.

The live stream of the Shapeshifters group is still going on, but there's one more viewer now.

The King of Carrion arrived in Londinium, went to the Iron Palace, paid homage to the resurrected Demon Lord, and brought news of Kazdel.

"The fortification of Kazdel is complete. The altar of the carrion eaters and the soul furnace have been fused together. Kazdel is now the most powerful weapon of war on this land."

"Thank you for your efforts, Niezirei."

Theresis nodded slightly, but to her surprise, the King of Carrion immediately raised an unexpected question:

"How did the World Summit go? Theresis, did the spies you sent in get any firsthand intelligence?"

Theresis was silent for a moment, gave Nysley a deep look, and then nodded:

"The Transformers are transmitting information to us. We have a complete understanding of everything about the Sixth Meeting of the World Summit."

The King of Carrion sat down contentedly in his chair, leaning his cane against the corner of the table:

"He sent a clone over there?"

Therese pursed her lips: "His true form is over there."

"Cough cough!"

The King of Carrion couldn't help but tremble, and his cane fell to the ground. Just as he was about to bend down to pick it up, Theresa stepped forward and picked up the cane for him.

Theresa smiled and explained:

"This is the shapeshifter's own decision. It is not our order."

The carrion eater took the cane, and Kal'tsit's words flashed through his mind again. He sat up straight, his feelings mixed:

"Heh...hehe, that's quite interesting."

It's worth mentioning that when he took the cane, he lightly tapped Theresa's arm with his fingertips, and then nodded with relief.

He was making a final confirmation and received a satisfactory answer.

It's a living person, brimming with vitality, not some crudely made counterfeit.

The absolution master is indeed quite capable; after several lifetimes of research, Quesatushta has finally achieved some results.

When the King of Carrion learned from Theresis that Quesatushta had disappeared during the experiment, his first reaction was that Theresis had "killed him to cover it up."

After all, there is no precedent for a perfect resurrection in the history of the Sarkaz. The sudden disappearance of Quesatushta is more like a cover-up by Theresis to silence him in order to cover up the truth of his "failure".

Although he hadn't noticed anything amiss with Theresa when he met the Demon King, she still couldn't completely put his mind at ease.

However, at least for now, after direct contact and confirmation, he can feel somewhat relieved.

Theresa paid no attention to the King of Carrion's actions. She wore her usual gentle smile, which was even sweeter now, perhaps because she was in a good mood.

“食1腐者之0王若是感到0好奇7，可6以坐下9来，1一起听听变形4者的3讲述。”

She extended a sincere invitation. The King of Carrion hesitated for a moment, but then accepted:

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey."

The shapeshifter, who had been silently observing this brief interlude, was capable of handling two tasks simultaneously, but at this moment, most of his attention was focused on Sherag. Only after Niezire fell silent and listened did he speak again:

"Ernst needs a respected representative to accept the settlement on behalf of the Sarkaz."

"His target is a banshee. The initial choice was Nasti, who was of good birth, had a clean background, and was well-known in the land's kingdoms. But Ramalen seems to be willing to help as well."

Ernst had discussed the selection of a Sarkaz representative with Nastie and Hedley, and under the circumstances, Nastie was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

Despite her lack of mercenary experience and her solitary nature, she is still a noble royal court sirens by birth. Moreover, she serves as the head of a department at Rhine Life Sciences in Columbia, where she has led the construction of a series of international projects. Most importantly, she has a long-standing and trustworthy working relationship with Ernst.

Nastya herself wasn't very interested in this matter. Back at Rhine Lab, she disliked giving presentations and avoided interviews whenever possible. The Engineering Department, being a relatively unremarkable department within Rhine Lab, didn't have much of a reputation. If it weren't for the World's Fair, the Dome Research Station, Project Star, and now the World Summit project, she wouldn't have achieved her current level of fame.

She wasn't good at giving these kinds of reports, and besides, after introducing Ramalyn to Ernst, she didn't feel she needed to do it herself.

Why not just hand it over to the Empress Dowager?

Ramalyn had no objections. Compared to Lunasti, she was indeed better at handling such situations, and her prestige within the Sarkaz was enough to earn her more recognition. If Ernst needed her, she could certainly step in.

Of course, if possible, she would prefer to give the opportunity to the younger generation—such as Aifaniel.

A hopeless son-obsessed man.

After the name Ramalyn was uttered by the shapeshifter, the scene fell silent.

The person with the most complex and nuanced feelings was undoubtedly Theresa herself.

Every Sarkaz present knew that she and Lamaren were good friends.

To be honest, she hasn't sent a letter to Lamaren yet to tell her that she won the revival match.

This does seem a bit unfair to her friend, but Theresa's original intention was simply not to involve the banshee in the Lontinim affair.

She supports Therese's plan, but on that basis, she wants to minimize Sarkaz casualties, reduce the "necessary costs" the Sarkaz must pay before facing the "Creator," and minimize the enormous disasters their actions might bring to the future of the Sarkaz. These are things she needs to do and wants to do.

The fewer royal courts involved, the better. Avoiding them altogether is the best solution.

But now, she suddenly realizes that she seems to have taken things for granted.

Because Ramallen was her friend, she wouldn't stand idly by and watch the Sarkaz walk down a dead end. Although the Banshee Valley was undergoing a long period of recuperation and wouldn't join the war against Londinium as a whole, Ramallen herself was still representing the Banshee Royal Court, working tirelessly for the Sarkaz's future.

Shouldn't I tell her and let her know?

"Don't worry, there's a twist."

The shapeshifter suddenly said,

"The Lich King's Court's transcribed records—Fremont seems intent on vying for this position."

Even the king of carrion can't sit still anymore.

Nieci, his hand clenched into a fist on the table, asked with some disbelief:

"A lich? A lich from Letania?"

“Who else is there besides them?” Theresis sighed.

Well, he's used to it.

Perhaps due to the immense pressure he usually faced, he wasn't as surprised as Niezilei when he heard the news and realized that the lich might personally intervene. It was as if this was an outcome he had long anticipated.

"The Sarkaz, who are on Kjerag's side, have already surpassed us."

He said softly, with a hint of self-mockery.

“Never in thousands of years has the Sarkaz been so united.”

"However, given Ernst's personality, he probably won't agree, will he?"

Theresa was a little confused.

Therese was even more puzzled than she was: When did you find out what Ernst's personality was like?

Theresa certainly couldn't tell him about her correspondence with Kal'tsit. Although it wouldn't really matter if she did—Theresa was unlikely to go to Rhodes Island again to perform some elaborate cat-loving charade for Kal'tsit—it was a woman's secret.

The shapeshifter nodded, agreeing with her guess.

Based on his understanding of Ernst, he didn't seem like the type to readily agree to the involvement of an unknown person in such a significant event.

However, Emengard seems to have other bargaining chips.

He turned his gaze back to Sherag, where the little lich's face held a hint of envy.

She understood Ernst's confusion, and she also wondered if her teacher was acting strangely. Why was he meddling in this? It didn't fit the lich's survival-first mentality!

But a teacher's order is an order, and even if it sounds absurd, she has to obey unless she has to destroy her own destiny.

So, she imitated Fremont's tone and began:

"The old teacher said: The Lich King will do his part for this reconciliation."

"As the contemporary scribe, I have already (physically) convinced several old fogies that if the bill passes, the Lich will open the Temple of Knowledge to the nations of Terra!"

Emengard's tone grew increasingly sarcastic as he spoke, adding,

"Of course, there is a time limit."

Finally, she muttered softly:

"The Temple of Knowledge, I even have to apply to go in and look up information for my graduation project."

The shapeshifter remained silent, suppressing his inner turmoil, and relayed the events of Sherag back to the conference hall in Londinium.

What followed was a silence that was longer than ever before.

Therese turned her back, one hand on the wall and the other on her waist, head down, sighing incessantly.

If anyone dared to get a little closer, they might even hear some fragmented mutterings, things like "Sarkaz," "unity," and "I was here first."

The King of Carrion crossed his arms and rested them on the table. The strips of cloth that formed his mask fluttered even without wind, making one wonder if his hidden head was constantly twisting and deforming.

Theresa thoughtfully observed the two people and the media player present, then raised her hand and made a suggestion:

"Um, may I go to the World Summit to take a look?"

Hearing is believing, seeing is believing. Even knowing that so many people, including the shapeshifters, Manfred, Ersula, and Kal'tsit, with so many stances and factions, couldn't possibly join forces to deceive her, she still felt that all of this seemed a bit unbelievable.

Incredibly, she really wanted to see it for herself.

The moment she made her suggestion, Therese abruptly turned her head, staring intently at her, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something.

But he didn't say it out loud; he just took a deep breath.

"Let's discuss this matter later."

"At least, wait until tomorrow."

Therese didn't say it explicitly, but Theresa understood what he meant.

Let's wait until tomorrow to see the so-called Sarkaz state-building plan before making a decision.

She nodded slightly and accepted Therese's suggestion.

The meeting with Sherag adjourned, and the Shapeshifter announced, "That's all for today's live stream." Everyone in the meeting room had mixed feelings, and when they opened the door, they bumped right into Ducarre, who was rushing in from outside.

The Blood Demon Lord seemed to want to say something, but seeing everyone present, and a hint of surprise appearing on his face, he changed his words:

Why are you all together?

"Well," Theresa smiled somewhat awkwardly.

We just got together to watch an awesome live stream, and guess who didn't get an invitation?

“Nezley just arrived, and we discussed the situation in Kazdel with him. As for the shapeshifters, you know about them.”

You know, shapeshifters are everywhere, so it's not surprising that he appears anywhere.

Ducarre didn't think much of it, skipped the topic, and went on to explain why he had come:

"That's perfect, everyone's here, it saves me the trouble of contacting them one by one."

“My descendants have brought me the latest news: a summit of all nations is being held in Shelag. I wonder if any of you are aware of this?”

"If you need, I can share more information with my descendants, how about that?"

Theresa, Theresis, the King of Carrion, and the Shapeshifter exchanged a glance, then shook their heads in unison:

"Never mind, thank you for your hard work, Mr. Ducarre."

"It's just another minor skirmish by the people of the gods and ancestors, why bother with it?"

"Ducarre, you have a lot of work to do, it's not time to think about these gossips."

"I'm enough to handle intelligence gathering."

Ducarre: "?"

Although I don't know why, I always have a feeling that you guys are hiding something from me.