People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

It's very simple, I'll just do it.

And the place she values ​​most right now is, without a doubt, the Sarkaz.

If there were a power ranking for races, the Sarkaz would be the most overpowered. Their various branches are incredibly diverse, their abilities are varied and numerous, and their sorcery is ever-changing. Who knows if anyone knows what Horhythia's disease is, or if there is any way to cure it?

I'll make a trip to the Sarkaz Residents' Committee, then to the Sarkaz community in Shelag, and then try my luck in the refugee camp outside Shelag. In short, I want to do my part!

Cintel, take action!

Meanwhile, outside Sherag, in the wilderness, the Sarkaz refugees, 800 li long, 4th Battalion. "30..5/."

A Sarkaz, completely shrouded in black robes, slowly arrived at the refugee camp on a pack animal.

"Is this the Sherag?"

She looked into the distance and saw the Sarkaz gathered in front of a makeshift tin shack with a sign that read "Immigration Inspection Office." She smiled slightly, dismounted her pack animal, and walked slowly forward.

Beneath the black robe, a strand of pink hair broke free and fluttered in the wind.

Chapter 597 Please Don't Expose the Truth That the Novice NPC is Actually the Great Demon King

Theresa's journey was not smooth.

Londinium is now surrounded by the Duke's coalition forces. Although even the Duke of Windermere cannot prevent "not a single mosquito from flying out of Londinium," it is still too difficult to leave the encirclement in a vehicle.

To minimize her target, she walked the entire way.

Since Sarkaz's actions in Lontinim were already common knowledge, Theresa had basically given up on the idea of ​​obtaining supplies or buying vehicles around Lontinim.

The pack animal she was riding on was one she had found along the way.

When it was found, it had many wounds on its body, with Victoria-style crossbow bolts sticking out of it, and a Sarkaz nameplate hanging around its neck, probably left behind by a Sarkaz mercenary squad that had left the battlefield.

Theresa hoped they had left the battlefield. After all, both the Sarkaz and the Victorians had lost enough lives on this front.

Because of her promise, she couldn't stop Therese, but she would save as many as she could within her power.

Silently offering a toast to those Sarkaz people she had never met before: After praying for a while with the Victorians, Theresa bandaged the beast's wounds, calmed its spirit with Originium Arts, and then set off with it.

With this means of transportation, although her speed was actually slower than when she traveled on her own, it did save her a lot of energy. Moreover, whether it was just her imagination or not, Theresa felt that the pack animal seemed to know where she was going. Even if Theresa didn't hold the reins or guide it, it would still move towards Sherag on its own.

How strange.

When Theresa finally arrived in Kjerag, it was already the sixth day of the World Summit.

Looking at the endless refugee camps outside the city of Shelag, Theresa tightened her cloak and hood, trying her best to conceal her appearance.

She was already "dead," and suddenly revealing her identity was not a wise choice. Especially since this was already considered part of Sherag's territory, she didn't want to cause any trouble because of her presence.

This will worsen Ernst's impression of the Sarkaz and bring unwarranted disaster to the Sarkaz outside the city.

Moreover, she did not come to rally the demons, lead them in some kind of "resistance," or take them to Londinium to join the battlefield.

She was merely a witness, an ordinary Sarkaz who was awestruck by the World Summit, delighted by the Sarkaz Draft, and curious about Ernst Shivaesh. That's why she came to Sherag, hoping to see for herself whether everything in the news was a genuine miracle of goodwill or just another captivating moment in journalism.

From this perspective, what difference does it make whether she is "Theresia" or "the former Demon King"?

She could very well be the "Sarkaz who is confused about the present 4" described in Kal'tsit's letter.

Theresa dismounted from the pack animal and landed steadily on the ground. She looked with some curiosity at the Sarkaz gathered in the distance, a bustling yet orderly queue, and the sign that read "Immigration Inspection and Management Office." She walked over, patted the Sarkaz at the end of the line, and asked curiously:

"Sir, what happened up ahead?"

Nasarkaz turned around, looked Theresia up and down, who was wrapped up tightly, and frowned in confusion:

"Just arrived?"

“Hmm.” Theresa nodded, took out a small piece of red gold from her bosom, and handed it to the Sarkaz in front of her. “I’m not very familiar with the rules here, so please help me explain them.”

She wasn't someone who lacked social skills, especially towards the Sarkaz. Of course, she saw doubt and apprehension in their eyes, which was perfectly normal. The Sarkaz were harmonious and friendly, their level of mutual trust approaching that of the Grand Duke Victoria. If someone who clearly didn't want to reveal their true identity suddenly came up and started asking all sorts of questions, in any other setting, that Sarkaz might have immediately attacked with a knife.

The way to get him to answer questions is simple: just give him money.

Theresa immediately recognized the Sarkaz in front of her. The calluses on his hands, the subconscious defensive movement he made when she patted his shoulder, and the special nameplate hanging on his waist all indicated his identity—a Sarkaz mercenary.

Mercenaries are easy to build relationships with; as long as you're willing to pay, you can quickly establish a close bond, even if that relationship is merely superficial.

Sure enough, seeing how cooperative this mysterious person was, Sarkaz's eyes lit up. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and took the crimson gold, then glanced at Theresa again and nodded:

"Then you've come to the right person. We'll give you a heads-up first."

"You're offering us this gold to ask for our help, which is entirely voluntary, and I haven't forced you. But, do you see what's ahead?"

"That's the Sakaz Residents Administration Bureau's Immigration Inspection Office in Shelag. Don't even think about giving them money. They don't fall for that. If you try to bribe them, forget about getting through; you'll be kicked out and never be able to get back into Shelag again!"

Theresa paused for a moment.

Isn't that upright and incorruptible?

Theresa had seen the incorruptible Sarkaz before, but even in Babel under her rule, it was hard to say that corruption was completely absent. Especially during the civil war, due to the urgency of confronting the Military Council, even she had to loosen restrictions and recruit many operators who were "not so compatible with Babel's recruitment philosophy."

But then she thought about it again and understood.

Kazdel's Sarkaz and Sherag's "Mountain Snow Demon" do indeed seem incomparable.

People are ultimately shaped by their environment as it changes. If the Sarkaz of Shelag are well-fed and clothed and have a decent standard of living, it seems there's really no need for them to break the rules for a few measly coins.

As for whether giving more might break down someone's defenses, Theresa tried her best not to think about it.

Human nature is often easily tested. Everyone has a price to pay, which can be money or nothing at all; there's no point in dwelling on that.

It's as if if someone told her that she could exchange her life for a hundred years of peace and tranquility on this land, she would be willing to do so. That's her price.

"Thank you."

Theresa thanked her.

"What are the entry requirements?"

Nasakaz replied: Mortar

"It's simple, do you have a special skill?"

Theresa thought for a moment: "I'm a tailor, does that count?"

"Okay, can you read? Can you write your own name?"

Theresa smiled slightly: "Yes, I will."

"Do you support Theresis?" Nassakaz finally asked.

Theresa remained silent.

Nasakaz frowned and said again; "Die."

"You wouldn't support Theresis, would you?"

Theresa shook her head slightly:

“I do not support his actions, but I acknowledge his determination.”

Even after hearing about Theresis's almost desperate plan, she found it somewhat unbelievable. And the thought of the enormous sacrifices that would result from him carrying out his plan filled her with immense heartache.

From the perspective of the former Demon Lord, the ruler of the Sarkaz, those were the young and strong labor force capable of building Kazdel in the future. From a personal perspective, they were her brothers and sisters, her kin, the Sarkaz who believed in her and her. And from the perspective of a Black Crown Authority user who had gained the recognition of civilization's survival and had glimpsed the memories of the Demon Lord, she understood even more clearly that what Theresis was about to do was challenge the creator of Originium.

Will it win?

Even with Therese's tenacity, she dared not utter the words, "We will win."

Sometimes Theresa thought that Theresis was indeed remarkable. He did not accept the Black Crown, but instead of repeating the mistakes of countless demon kings, he chose a path that no one had ever chosen before, without knowing any precedent.

It's important to understand that countless demon lords, including her predecessor Eresh, have felt despair at the thought that "everything I've done is just an endless cycle of history." Yet Theresis, however, overcame that despair.

It's like facing an unsolvable mathematical problem. Countless people have tried to prove it again and again, but they've all been confined to the realm of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, unable to arrive at a satisfactory result. But Therese, using completely unrelated knowledge of language, solved the problem—he wrote "1+1" as the "result" after the question that no one else could answer, 1+1.

Or perhaps, his refusal to accept the black crown was the very reason he arrived at this "conclusion"? Had he and she worn the crowns together from the beginning, would the outcome have been different?

Chu Theresa didn't know.

But at least she was certain that Therese's heart was undeniably with Sarkaz. Otherwise, he wouldn't have offered her such words: "If you can assist me, then assist me; if not, you may take it yourself."

If Bell's path is viable, then you must follow mine. If it proves impassable, then you may take the fruits of this path, "Anana," and leave to find another place.

Theresa's answer caused a brief silence to fall over the Sarkaz in front of him. After a moment, he shook his head as if completely unconcerned and replied:

"In that case, there's no problem. Just line up here, it'll be your turn soon. The one being checked in there right now is a little girl named Whip Demon."

"Thank you."

Theresa nodded slightly, watching Sarkaz turn and leave, then suddenly said,

"Having fun, Shapeshifter?"

Sarkaz abruptly stopped, turned his head, and rolled his eyes at Theresa:

"Please don't expose the hidden plot that the newbie NPC is actually the mastermind behind everything, it will make us lose interest."

As for whether I'm happy or not...

The shapeshifter, disguised as a Sarkaz, licked his lips, a hint of a human smile flashing across his face, before his gaze drifted towards the distant examination room.

"We feel like the fun hasn't even started yet."

Chapter 598 Hedley: Ho-!

As a legendary mercenary who had fought countless battles, what hadn't Hedley seen? Even Theresis hadn't intimidated him!

But now, Hadley was covered in sweat.

The little girl with wine-red hair in front of him was truly terrifying. In a way, she did not disappoint his bloodline as a demon. Her ability to "manipulate people's hearts" on various levels and in various senses was a completely new enjoyment that neither Theresis nor Manfred had ever given him!

The experience of being scared unconscious last time was still fresh in his mind. It wasn't that Hedley was a coward, but he simply couldn't help but feel intimidated.

What kind of deep-seated fears will this little inner demon evoke in him, and what kind of scenes will it show him?

Could it be that Ernst convened the World Summit, the Sarkaz Statebuilding Draft was transformed into the Final Solution to the Sarkaz, and then the systematic extermination of the Sarkaz began?

Or, to put it even more outrageously, Ernst directly announced the destruction of Terra?

Hedley couldn't think of anything for a moment, so he took a deep breath and whispered to Ines beside him:

"Ines, if I can't hold on any longer, remember to wake me up."

Ines frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation in her eyes: "But..."

Hedley shook his head:

"There are no 'buts' about it. This is a task assigned by Prime Minister Ernst. I must complete it."

"This girl's abilities are very special, and I must conduct a complete evaluation. Therefore, I cannot leave under any circumstances."

"Besides, she's not a bad person, I won't do anything to her."

Ines pursed her lips, and finally nodded:

"understood."

The whispers between the two judges were naturally noticed by Neve, who was sitting in the audience.

To be honest, she was also drenched in sweat.

Last time, Pearl told her that the test criterion was whether she could scare people. As a result, she used all her strength to cast a spell, which scared the young man Hedley so much that he stood up straight and fell down. The scene still makes her a little uneasy.

Mr. He Dalei looked as if he were dead, his soul had been taken away, and all that remained was an empty shell of a corpse.

Cold and hard.

After that, she didn't sleep well all night, tossing and turning, thinking that she would probably never be able to get into Sherag in her lifetime.

With so many Sarkaz gathered around Sherag, if she doesn't go in, plenty of others will. One more or one less won't make a difference.

Attacking officials is a serious crime in the mobile city of Kazdel. If caught by the military council, one would be in serious trouble for life.

Please choose your executioner: the Carrion Eater eats flesh, dies quickly, but leaves no whole corpse; the Blood Demon sucks blood, dies slowly and painfully, but leaves you with a complete body; the Pardoner extracts your soul, the good news is that from a soul perspective you don't have to die or see the other souls, the bad news is, it's better to see the other souls than to die!

While Sherag may not seem as "Sarkaz-like" as the Military Council, who really knows? Are the nations of Terra really that kind of people?

Besides, even if you don't die, what if they trip you up or make things difficult for you? Kazdel has plenty of such incidents; if you don't get along with them, they'll even burn the sweet potato you buy.

Neve had already prepared herself to pack her things first thing tomorrow morning, say goodbye to Pearl, and make a quick getaway. But who knew that she had barely gotten up and hadn't even had a chance to take stock of her meager belongings when Uncle He Dalei called her over again.

"Nive, show me your ability one more time."

"That's what Hedley said." Neve found it a little strange. She was a mind demon, and she could tell that Mr. Hedley was very afraid, but he still insisted on using the spell himself.

Left with no other choice, Neve had to change her approach.

Since we have to use magic anyway, let's use some less lethal spells!