People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Whether it's the Sarkaz or the Victorians, one of them will cause a huge mess on the battlefield, turning that area into the hell on earth she saw in her dreams.

She has to do something.

It's not just about simple medical rescue; that's something Rhode Island, an immature medical company, has to do.

And what she, Kal'tsit, who calls herself the guardian of this civilization, is to enter the battlefield, find the hidden dangers, and then resolve them before they erupt!

Just like countless times before, using peaceful, forceful, moderate, and radical methods, leaving no stone unturned.

We must not let the worst-case scenario become a reality!

"Kelsey?"

A worried voice snapped Kal'tsit out of her thoughts. Kal'tsit looked up and saw Warfarin standing by the door, her eyes filled with worry and fear.

"Warfarin, what's wrong?"

"Kal'tsit, you look terrible, and your eyes are so fierce."

Warfarin pointed to Kal'tsit's hand, and Kal'tsit then noticed that she had unconsciously clenched her fist, her nails digging into her flesh.

"Are you OK?"

"It's nothing." Kal'tsit shook her head and released her hand. "It doesn't hurt."

"That's good. I thought you were sulking because you heard the rumors circulating on this ship about you selling yourself to Ernst. I was really afraid you were making fun of me."

Kal'tsit rolled her eyes: "I won't get angry over this baseless rumor."

Warfarin blinked: "What rumor?"

Kal'tsit: "

"Warfarin, you can choose a place yourself."

"Hey, please don't." The Blood Demon put on a fawning expression and clasped his hands together in a prayer gesture. "I'm here because I have something to say. Please forgive me."

Kal'tsit clicked her tongue and asked, "What is it?"

"Ernst's letter. About the little snake beside him. You'll understand when you read it."

Warfarin took out the letter and handed it to Kal'tsit. While Kal'tsit was reading the letter, she muttered to herself,

"Sigh, sometimes I really don't understand what these people are thinking."

"Aren't you living a good life now? Aren't you comfortable? All you can think about is going back to ancient times, even though they don't even know what they used to look like."

"Moreover, if we really go back to ancient times, wouldn't the Sarkaz be fighting to the death with them again?"

Kal'tsit ignored Warfarin's complaints, quickly finished reading the letter, and then looked at Warfarin:

"Is there any way?"

"You're asking me?" Warfarin looked surprised. "Didn't Ernst ask you?"

"I have a way, but..."

But I don't know if I'll be able to come back.

Kal'tsit must go to Lentijunium, deep into the battlefield, to find the hidden danger that might bring disaster.

Things are different now. The nations of Terra have ample military strength. Even the Blood Lord, the King of Carrion, wouldn't dare say he could single-handedly confront Victoria's army, let alone Kal'tsit.

The battlefield is chaotic, and the city of Londinium is dangerous. Even if Victoria doesn't target her, what if the threat lies with the Sarkaz?

She saw the "pardoner" in her dream!

There are far too many people who could deal with Sakazri. Not to mention the Lord of the Royal Court, she wouldn't stand a chance against Theresis alone.

Ernst won't be back anytime soon, but the situation in Lentinium could change at any moment, meaning that her and Ernst's schedules will definitely be different.

If she were to fail in Lentinium, she would be unable to contribute to the treatment of Horhyah.

Kal'tsit didn't want to say it like that, but if that were the case, she would probably have to put the burden of many things on Ernst's shoulders in the future.

That's why she asked Warfarin. Warfarin is trustworthy; although her moral standards are quite humorous, her medical ethics and skills are still commendable.

If Ernst hadn't returned before she left, then Kelsey would have had no choice but to leave Warfarin in Sherag and have her oversee the surgery.

Did this mean Ernst got another Blood Demon mail? She didn't care about that anymore.

Ten royal courts it is. Back then, even when all ten royal courts were in place, Quiron didn't manage to destroy Terra. Besides, Kal'tsit has this level of trust in Ernst, so he will definitely be able to use the power of the Sarkaz in a way that benefits Terra!

Kelsey paused, then said seriously:

“But Rhodes Island and I have to go to Londinium, you know that, Warfarin.”

"If you no longer wish to be involved in Sarkaz-related matters, I will not force you to. This is an agreement we made when you joined Rhodes Island. I will not call 9482.4330(5中∠转群：破. So, if Ernst has not returned by then, and I am still in Londinium and have not yet returned, then you will be in charge of the surgery. You understand what I mean."

Warfarin opened her mouth, then pointed to herself: "You want me to stay in Sherag?"

Kelsey nodded.

"That's wonderful! I've been struggling with how to ask for leave in a reasonable way!"

Warfarin looked exceptionally happy.

Kal'tsit smiled but didn't expose her.

After all, they had been colleagues for so long, and Kal'tsit knew very well how much of Warfarin's unreliable nature was genuine and how much was fake.

If she really didn't care about getting involved with Rhodes Island in Londinium and herself, she wouldn't have seen her "worried" look when she opened her eyes.

She acted so happy simply because she didn't want to be like me, always looking gloomy and as if I were constantly putting pressure on others.

She didn't want people to worry.

"Kal'tsit, don't worry, I'll do the surgery. If you accidentally die in Lontinim, I'll take over as head of the medical department. I'll raise Amiya, and I'll take good care of Ernst."

Warfarin promised with a smile.

Kal'tsit doesn't laugh.

Although she knew that Warfarin was showing concern for her, Kal'tsit still felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

What? Your wife, I'll take care of her?

And what does it have to do with Ernst? He needs your care; it's more like he's the one taking care of you.

Without uttering any further pleasantries, Kal'tsit merely glanced at Warfarin and slowly said:

"When I get back, Warfarin, you and Closure will arrange the trip to Chernobog together."

Chernobog

Upon hearing the place name, Warfarin's eyes flashed with surprise, but before Kal'tsit could explain, she nodded.

"Understood." Search QQ group: 崊0~陆伊泀,钐6

Kal'tsit opened her mouth and closed it again, smiled slightly at Warfarin, and walked past her.

Once the door to the medical department office closed, the room fell silent again, with only Warfarin's breathing remaining. Only then did the lone Blood Demon, known as "Mr. Blood," let out a long sigh.

"What are you going to do? You look like you're making your final arrangements."

"When I get back, if you're back, why would Kroos and I need to arrange the trip to Chernobog?"

Warfarin pouted, her rare good mood ruined by Kal'tsit.

She picked up the letter Kal'tsit had placed on her desk, thought for a moment, opened a drawer, found a blank sheet of paper, and began to write.

The matter of Lontinim is a matter for the Sarkaz. She is tired of the endless war, but her Lord of the Royal Court, the Blood Lord, is a staunch advocate of war. She cannot afford the blessing of her descendants, so she does not intend to participate.

But her not participating doesn't mean she can't tell others about it.

Kal'tsit is your advisor, she's been working for you for free for so long, and the number of times she's been humiliated by you is comparable to the total number of times I've seen her humiliate. You can't bear to see her leave like a hero, all with a sense of "the wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return," can you?

“I can help you save Horhaya.”

"Please also help save Kal'tsit."

"To Ernst"

Warfarin pursed her lips and wrote down the names of all Rhodes Island members at the end.

Chapter 624 Ursus's Welcoming Standards

Ursus, tundra.

The Terra Human Rights Council humanitarian aid team, under the World Summit, has finally reached the tundra region after several days of travel within Ursus.

Hemerd admitted that Ernst's concerns were entirely necessary and perfectly valid.

They had indeed eaten their fill along the way.

During the day, nobles from Saint-Germain-des-Prés to unknown rural villages held lavish banquets, with a meticulously arranged one-stop service from morning to dinner, leaving no time for the Human Rights Council delegation to wander around the territory.

And when night fell and all was quiet, a wide variety of high-quality weapons were aimed at their heads. Every now and then, crossbow bolts, etched bullets, and even explosives and shells would "accidentally" appear in their rooms when they should have been sleeping, in various unexpected ways.

Once or twice is fine, but after a while, even Himeru couldn't take it anymore.

She was certainly mentally prepared; coming to Ursus, she knew she'd inevitably face some danger. But isn't this going a bit too far?

Three waves of assassins attacked the Earl's mansion in one night, all of them managing to bypass the security personnel and approach the main residence. The security system didn't even give any warning about the weapons these people were carrying. I ask you, Earl, how do you usually survive with this level of attack?

But that wasn't the end of it. What made Himer even more unbearable was that the next morning, the delegation, who had fought a night of team battles and almost left the Earl's mansion littered with corpses, went to the Earl indignantly to demand an explanation, only to find that the Earl was nowhere to be found.

After searching for a long time, they finally found the Earl hiding in a haystack in the shed where the pack animals were kept.

Himer found it hard to describe her feelings when she saw the Earl. Her moral standards seemed a little too high, making it difficult to use a sufficiently offensive word to describe an old man who was terrified and weeping uncontrollably.

Not just her, everyone in the group was kind; otherwise, they wouldn't have come to do humanitarian charity work. Seeing the Earl so terrified made them wonder if the assassin really had nothing to do with him, and if their arrival was what brought the assassin to the Earl.

The Earl was quite nice; the daytime hospitality was very lavish, and it was clear that he had put in a lot of effort. Were we being too demanding?

This idea persisted until Himer tried to appease the Earl and inquired:

"Do you have any clue who sent the three waves of assassins last night?"

The count immediately declared, "It wasn't me; I only sent the first wave!"

A comforting Hammer:

The count, who let slip the secret:

The count was then arrested on the spot by the accompanying Ursus officials, stripped of his noble title, and taken back to Saint-Germain for questioning.

What's this called? To paraphrase a phrase from the Yan Kingdom: "We'll drink from the same golden cup, but show no mercy to each other with a drawn blade?"

It was only at this point that Himer finally understood what a truly high-level game was all about.

What were the injustices she suffered at Columbia? It was nothing more than being ostracized within the company and having her ideas rejected. At least, neither Celia nor Christensen intended to kill her. Moreover, Director Palvis was even wholeheartedly protecting her.

Back then, she was far less mature than she is now, and she had no backup plan or preparations. If Levi and Seria really wanted to get rid of her, Himer couldn't imagine any possibility of her surviving.

Even now, despite believing she had made ample preparations under Ernst's warning, she still felt somewhat at her wit's end in Ursus, an environment where losing one's head at any moment was a real possibility.

Last night's three waves of assassins attacked, and what truly saved them from death was not Himer's specially made bulletproof vests, but that strange, taciturn Ursus official.

One of them, ZHUANQUN, was investigating. The four officers wore thick black leather coats, revealing not a trace of skin. They wore strange helmets, where eyes should have been replaced by intermittently flashing red lights. Most bizarrely, the tubes connecting their heads and backs seemed to react to their breathing, emitting a muffled, hoarse sound.

This Ursus official rarely appeared or accompanied the delegation, but whenever the delegation encountered danger, they would always appear in time to protect them and arrest the local nobles.

"fishing".

Hammer remembered the word Ernst had used.

This Ursus official is probably His Majesty Fyodor's "fishing rod".

And this group of people were the bait.

Tsk.

She didn't like this feeling of treating humanitarian work as a business, but she had no choice. Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake, and besides, they weren't exactly powerful dragons.

If it weren't for her being the president, if she hadn't always stood in front of everyone when danger came, and if it weren't for the influence of the World Summit and Ernst, the team would probably have suffered casualties long ago.

Ursus is rife with bloodshed, violence, and totalitarianism, Hemerd admits.

However, there are also some beautiful things here.

"Miss Alina, how far are we from the guerrillas' location?"

He gave his windproof gloves to a child in a village he had passed through not long ago, and at this moment he could only keep his hands from freezing in the biting cold wind by constantly rubbing them together.

“The Liberi in the south can’t withstand the winds of the Ursus tundra, you should go back quickly.” That’s what the villagers all say, but Himer doesn’t think so.

Without venturing into the most difficult places, so-called humanitarianism is nothing more than a superficial slogan. Even if Ernst never knew, she couldn't forgive herself. She had betrayed Ernst's trust!