People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

After saying that, he changed the subject and spoke frankly:

"Of course, this contract has not yet been made public, and the World Summit has not yet gone through the relevant procedures to pass the relevant resolution. Therefore, Kal'tsit, you also have the right to refuse."

Kelsey shook her head.

"I don't have ☆jiusi：∠si★？wuliu￥蒐→索"

Although it differed somewhat from what she had imagined as "help" in many ways, it was indeed the core business of the Rhode Island medical company, and it was also the best opportunity to prevent a major humanitarian disaster in Lentinium.

Rhodes Island is an organization that wants this land to sleep peacefully and acts with that goal in mind. She has no reason to turn a blind eye to such an opportunity!

"Then, keep him safe."

Ernst smiled.

Kal'tsit accepted the folder and asked again:

"By the way, Mr. Ernst, has anything happened regarding the Sarkaz lately?"

"About the Sarkaz?"

Ernst paused for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, there are."

He hadn't originally planned to consult Kal'tsit about this, but since Kal'tsit had asked, and the free consultant was working so hard, he naturally couldn't refuse.

"A new girl with a demonic mind has joined us. I haven't had a chance to chat with her properly yet. Do you want to come along?"

"The little girl who whips the heart demon?"

Kal'tsit was slightly taken aback.

They're back, they're all back, that familiar feeling is back.

I wasn't even surprised by this. Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality?

"Which one is it?"

She smiled bitterly.

Ernst was taken aback: "Just one?"

I was asking which royal court race it was.

Kal'tsit sighed and shrugged:

"It's nothing, Mr. Ernst, please take me with you."

Compared to being excluded, to applauding after the performance, and to going with Ernst—

"At least it makes me feel involved."

Chapter 604 All the Sheragans, including Ernst's "Mother," are recruiting members. (Group: ^Lu Si)

Walking through the streets of Shelag, Theresa saw quite a few Sarkaz.

Some people paint as street artists on the street, some carry various tools and work with construction teams to renovate the surrounding shops, and some set up stalls to sell "Sarkaz cultural souvenirs" that are not at all Sarkaz in the eyes of the Sarkaz.

There are always people in the world who like to explore the bizarre. Things like "brooches made from the teeth of blood demons," "scarves woven from the strips of cloth of carrion eaters," and "bone carvings made from the bone pens of banshees"—these things, in Theresa's impression of Kazdel, are not entirely without a market. At least if the little cat Egg Roll saw them, it might get hung up and its blood drawn.

But in Sherag, these things still attracted buyers. At least, when Theresa passed by, she saw a large crowd of Sherag residents and tourists gathered around the silver-haired blood demon stall owner.

Judging from how busy she is, business seems to be doing quite well?

Theresa also wanted to join in the fun, but she wasn't interested in the amazing Kazdel artifacts; rather, she was curious about Krenni's clothing and appearance.

The clothes looked to be made of high-quality materials, and you could tell that the craftsmanship was very meticulous. Her hands had some calluses, which was a characteristic of tailors.

Was she also a weaver?

Or should we now call them fashion designers?

Before becoming the Demon Lord, Theresa was a tailor, a rare profession in Kazdel, a country where 90% of the population were mercenaries. She was one of the best, her skills so exceptional that she was selected to serve in the royal court of Eresh. Later, due to the Demon Lord's busy schedule, she gradually neglected her craft, even leaving cuts on her hands while knitting a dress for Amiya.

Now that she had finally spotted a Salukaz weaver, she naturally wanted to go up and chat with him.

But after a moment's hesitation, she stopped.

It wasn't that she had any worries, but rather a very simple problem—there were too many people around her, and she couldn't squeeze in.

Kjerag is no longer the quiet city it once was; every street is now packed with people. It's fortunate that Ernst chose a plan to completely redevelop the city; otherwise, if it had only been expanded, Kjerag would undoubtedly be plagued by numerous unnecessary problems due to its outdated infrastructure and chaotic planning.

Even the widest streets couldn't satisfy people's enthusiasm for the snowy landscape. Especially during the World Summit, it was peak tourist season. When a crowd squeezed through, even a mighty demon king, without magic, couldn't overcome the massive throng.

Left with no other choice, she could only silently memorize the Blood Demon lady's face. If they were to meet again by chance, she would go up and greet her, and, as a weaver, discuss with her the clothing design of the Sarkaz culture.

Hmm, that future shouldn't be too far off. With Nasti, with the residents' committee, with Hedley—no, Mr. Hedley, with the Sarkaz—she, the Demon King, no longer needs to worry about them, right?

With a slight smile playing on her lips, Theresa seemed to sense something and turned her head slightly to the side.

Not far away, a scavenger was casting a startled look at her.

"Kalesa?"

Theresa was equally taken aback. To see an old acquaintance from two hundred years ago here, one of the most valiant warriors in the Carrion King's Court, was indeed beyond her expectations.

Especially this warrior, now dressed in the traditional clothing of Sherag, even with Sherag beads hanging around the bandages on his horns, looked exceptionally "Sherag," which gave Theresa a slightly "strange" feeling.

The scavenger called Kaleza finally snapped out of her shock, recognized the black-robed Sarkaz not far away, and covered her mouth in astonishment.

"Special...Special...Special"

Is this really some kind of traditional Sherag greeting?

Theresa couldn't help but smile, raised her hand, made a "pause" gesture to Calesa, and then walked over.

"Princess Theresa?!"

Looking at the face beneath the black robe before her, Kaleiza finally couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, reaching out to try and touch the demon king in front of her.

Theresa did not flinch, but instead took the initiative to grasp the scavenger's arm. Her abundant life force was released the moment they made contact, dispelling the scavenger's last trace of doubt.

"It's me, I'm back."

Theresa smiled.

"Ho!"

The carrion's vision went black, and it was about to collapse when Theresa forcefully pulled it back. The calming spell took effect immediately, and Tranquility forcefully suppressed the carrion's excessive surprise, restoring its composure.

"It's not necessary for everyone to treat me like this. Besides, collapsing suddenly on the street would attract too much attention."

Theresa whispered.

As for why she didn't use this tactic when meeting with Hedley, Ines, and W.

Firstly, she genuinely hadn't considered it at first. Secondly, even if she had realized it, she worried that rashly using such a mentally-related spell might arouse unnecessary suspicion and cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Thirdly, she did it on purpose.

It was as if she knew from the beginning that "ho" wasn't actually a way of greeting, but rather that everyone was startled by her.

Who isn't a girl who's over two hundred years old?

Kaleza paused for a moment, then quickly said:

"Your Highness Theresa, what's wrong?"

"The reasons are complicated. But don't worry, Mr. Ernst and I have already met."

Theresa took out the crystal-clear ice crystal from her bosom and showed it to Lucarissa.

"I've come to Sherag to see what's happening. A new Kazdel is about to be established on this land, how could I miss this grand event?"

“And your Kazdel?” Kalesa asked, “have you ever been back?”

Theresa paused slightly, a hint of melancholy appearing on her face.

Yes, a new Kazdel is about to be built, but what about her Kazdel?

Before it was built up bit by bit by her, Theresis, and the members of the War Council at that time, and is about to be destroyed by the Military Council and Theresis, shouldn't she go back and take a look?

Without a doubt, yes.

But she can't.

Kazdel bears too many traces of her. No one there over the age of 20 could possibly be unfamiliar with Theresa. There, her identity could not be hidden at all.

And she agreed to Theresis's request. She would conceal her identity, disappear from the war, and serve as his last resort, reappearing only after the plan had succeeded or failed, to decide the future of the Sarkaz with Ananna.

It was a cruel decision, but it aligned with Theresa's understanding of Theresis at the end of the Civil War.

Destroy something to create a ladder. He made this cruel decision for himself, and at the same time bore her pain and pressure, to carry out the plan to the end, while he himself only needed to bear the pain, remain silent, and watch.

After all, since she had already promised Theresis, she could only endure whatever she felt.

Be patient.

Look ahead.

She gave a slightly bitter smile.

Look ahead, don't look back.

Kalesa looked at Theresa, seeing the tears in Theresa's eyes, her mouth slightly open as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she could only let out a sigh.

Yes, let's look forward. Glory will eventually fade, brilliance will eventually disappear, bitterness or joy, the past of that city is behind us, and everything must move forward.

At least for now, the future is bright.

“Your Highness, in Khelag, please call me North Wind.”

She said softly.

“This is the name I used when I was living in seclusion in Kazdel. I have already left the royal court, and the Grand Master has approved my request.”

"I am no longer a warrior."

Theresa nodded. She respected every Sarkaz decision.

However, she also knew that the scavengers' dependence on war was not just lip service or a helpless necessity for survival.

They are indeed a race that thrives by exploiting life force through war.

However, Theresa did not sense any sign of weakness in Kalesa Northwind.

"How do you conserve your strength?"

She asked. This might concern how the scavenger species can continue to survive after reconciliation.

North Wind did not hide anything; she had actually been looking for an opportunity to convey this matter to the clan leader, Niecilei. Now, Theresa's appearance made her vaguely guess at some changes in Lontinim, and the opportunity seemed to be right there.

"Your Highness, please come with me to see that official."

"That lord?"

Theresa looked at the North Wind with some confusion.

The carrion eater nodded solemnly and gave His name.

"The first citizen of Shelag, the god worshipped by this country, and all Shelagians, including Ernst's mother, Jeragand."

Incidentally, this title was used by the great god Yeragand himself when introducing himself; Kaleiza was merely repeating it.

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Ninjas have dominated the world since ancient times with their karate.

But the idea of ​​eternal rule was utterly absurd. Desire, betrayal, war... at the end of endless chaos, the ninjas brought their rule to a close with a collective seppuku. History was concealed and rewritten; the demigod-like rulers vanished, and the age of humanity finally arrived...

...That's how it should be.

In 2032, cybernetic technology has become ubiquitous, and electronic networks have spread across the globe, yet human society has officially entered a decadent dark age. Under the control of dark behemoths, mortals eke out a living by selling themselves, escaping each night to indulge in empty, sweet fantasies within cyberspace. The terrifying ninjas have been forgotten, and thus, people are unaware of them... The former rulers have silently re-emerged, beginning to propel this world towards an unpredictable future.

This is the age of Dharma's decline, an age of slaughter and conflict, and an age of rebirth. Cause and effect orchestrate every seemingly absurd drama, and those who come after, whenever you harbor doubts or questions, simply remember...

The girl with light blue hair took a deep breath and gripped the pen tightly in her hand.

...In the sparks that fly from the clash of karate practitioners, a Zen-like truth will emerge.

Chapter 605 The Road Before the Carrion Eaters

Shelag, Mount Kalan, Manjushri Monastery.

Yeragand is helping to consecrate the various instruments delivered to the Dome Research Station.

At first, she didn't quite understand how the consecration process worked, but later, [Sami] gave her some advice, saying that the giant beast itself has the potential to form a natural cycle on its own, which is commonly known as a "biological ark". The so-called consecration is to use this ability to filter all these devices.