People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Sensing the atmosphere was starting to cool down, the Great Emperor, adept at breaking the ice, stepped forward, coughed twice, and revived the mood.

"Don't stop, don't stop, brother. We're listening to what you just said. Are you really planning to make a move against Lentinium?"

Would the Beast Lord also care about Lontinim's affairs?

Ernst glanced at Gawain curiously, only to find that he remained calm and collected, seemingly uninterested in the topic at all.

Vina wanted to interject, but Gawain pressed his paw on her foot and shook his head slightly.

Ernst nodded, readily admitting:

"Correct."

"Continuing to drag things out in Lentinium will not benefit anyone."

"Heh, do you even know what Lentinium has? How dare you spout such nonsense?"

A somewhat suppressed sound rang out, and a cloud of black mist appeared behind Ernst at some point, emerging from his side and rear.

That was one of the "Lords of the Wolves"—Zarro.

"You're a smart person, but you still know too little."

He glanced back with a wolf-like gaze, his scarlet pupils revealing contempt.

"The waters of Lentinium are deeper than you think!"

This is both a warning and a reminder.

It's a bit of a shame that Zaro was born in Syracuse; if Ernst had been born there, he might have chosen him as his "fangs."

This young man is very interesting. Although he is not "violent" enough, he is very good at manipulating human "rules".

Madame Sicily reshaped Syracuse with "guns and order," bending the traditional family system under the weight of the Grey Hall. While these rules couldn't restrain the "Lords of the Wolves," they did create some obstacles to their "game."

Simply put, we didn't get enough of a good kill.

What used to be a game where a winner could be decided every few years has now stretched to decades. The thrilling street chases and shootouts of the past are now openly prohibited, replaced by a set of "laws" that are practically meaningless, and a family that has to bow down to Madame de Sicily's authority and superficially "act in accordance with the law."

This bore the Lord of Wolves; it was too hypocritical! This wasn't "wilderness" enough; wolves belong in the wilderness!

He was very satisfied with the "fangs" Bernardo Bellone chosen by Zaro's generation, but perhaps because of his age, Bernardo's recent actions have made him increasingly impatient.

He was already the head of the Bellone family and had already eliminated most of the opposition forces, but he still dared not directly kill anyone to remove the "fangs" of others for Zarro, because he said that he also had to abide by Madame Sicily's rules, otherwise he would immediately lose everything.

It really annoyed the wolf.

Zaro wondered if Ernst had gone instead, things might have changed. He seemed to be very good at the Sicilian approach; perhaps he could find some loopholes.

Once the loophole is found, wouldn't Tazaro be guaranteed to win?

At that time, Zaro wouldn't mind sharing more of Lentinium's secrets with him, if Ernst still wanted to know.

Unfortunately, Ernst was not a Syracusean.

Moreover, he doesn't need Zaro to share.

Dolly waited on the chair for a long time, but Ernst didn't sit down or put him on his head, which surprised him.

A kick landed squarely on Zaro's waist, causing the Wolf Lord, with his bronze head, iron bones, and tofu-like waist, to let out a howl of pain. Dolly then moved closer to Ernst and asked:

"Can you see me?"

Ernst raised an eyebrow:

"I can see it."

Soudouli Yile: "You're interesting."

A person with a "pure heart" cannot see it unless they allow it. It was because of this that Dolly dared to ride on the Black and White Queen's head to watch a performance in public. But Ernst could see it.

Is he just innocent? Or is there another reason?

Erdolly was very interested; he felt that this was a pleasure he could pursue for hundreds of years.

However, while they were discussing business, it was a rare opportunity for everyone to get together, and he didn't intend to be the one to be insensitive and ruin the atmosphere.

The temple exhaled a bubble like a cotton candy, and Dori said:

"Do me a favor. I'll tell you what Lentinium has, how about it?"

"What kind of help?" Ernst asked.

"Keep an eye on two of my old friends. They're volcanologists, and lately they've gotten themselves into some trouble. They've been acting really sullen, and people from the 'Exaggerated Sheep' and 'Elector's' factions are stalking them. Can you handle that?"

Researching volcanoes? Are they being targeted by both the Empress's Voice and the Elector's people?

Is it because of Leopold's affair? What crucial evidence do they have?

Ernst raised an eyebrow. It wasn't a huge deal, but it wasn't insignificant either. He couldn't guarantee anything, but he could certainly help inquire.

Even if they are not found guilty and cannot be exonerated, at least their lives can be saved before the facts are clarified.

Ernst nodded: "I can help ask."

Speaking of which, it's still very convenient to contact Letania right now. The Witch King's Horn is still in his suitcase, and he can contact the Witch King—no, I mean, Little Sheep Otto—at any time through it!

There's a replica in the Royal Museum of Letania.

Now I have one in the Forbidden City and one in the Palace Museum.

Dolly had no doubts; he naturally had ways to verify Ernst's words, so he directly fulfilled his promise:

“The heart of Lentinium is the Shard.”

"That's a legacy left by a super powerful civilization from a very, very long time ago in Terra. The power of that thing is terrifying. Let alone the allied forces of those dukes, if that thing were used at full power, half of Terra would be blasted to smithereens in just a few days!"

Dolly deliberately raised her voice, as if to instill fear.

But Ernst's expression didn't change at all.

A few days? Half of Terra shattered?

Wow, that's amazing! (Reading in a monotone)

I can grab a skewer of candied hawthorns in a second.

"You little rascal." Dolly chuckled, looking quite nonchalant after his prank failed. "Luckily, that thing was broken."

"The Sarkaz can't fix it, and even if they do, it'll be a half-finished product. So, your strategy is correct: launch a direct assault and finish the battle before they can complete their half-finished product, which will save many lives."

Ernst nodded and continued to stare at Dolly.

Dolly blinked her big eyes: "What? Still not satisfied?"

"You didn't come to see me just to cheer me on, did you?"

Ensemble…彡order—swollen turn: special question.

He had made up his mind to push for the final battle; it was a done deal. Even if the beast lords didn't encourage him, he would still do it.

But did the beast lords travel all the way back to Sherag just to join in the fun and be cheerleaders?

Dolly was slightly taken aback, and was about to say something when Gawain, who had been silent for a long time, spoke first:

"good."

"We're actually here for a meeting, just like you humans."

As for the content of the meeting...

Gawain's eyes gleamed, and he asked in a serious tone,

"Do you want to hear it?"

"Is it related to Lentinium?"

Ernst asked.

Gao Wen nodded, then shook his head: "Yes, and no."

Ernst pondered for a moment, then nodded:

"Then tell me."

"I'm listening."

Chapter 812 Gao Wen: Here comes the blame-shifting!

The Beast Lord is a being detached from the world.

Objectively speaking, describing them as "biological" is somewhat presumptuous. After all, strictly speaking, they have no definite form, no identifiable physical form, and in fact, if they wished, people might not even be able to detect them at all.

Even liches, whose life forms are extremely unique, have a "lifeline" that serves as their vessel. Powerful beasts, like Yeragand and Sami, also have a colossal physical form. But the Beast Lords, like their other name, "Transcendental Spirits," have, to some extent, transcended the "domains" that the Terrans can currently comprehend, reaching another form of life.

Ernst had been wondering ever since he first met Gawain how they could appear wherever and whenever they wanted. Why was it that even a powerful behemoth like Jeragund, who wielded [authority], could only intimidate them by freezing them and not letting them move, instead of killing them directly?

At that time, Ernst had very limited information and secrets. He thought about it for a long time but could not come to a conclusion. In the end, he could only temporarily classify it as an existence like a "magician in a fantasy story".

Just like the great wizard Merlin and the Lady of the Lake in his novel "The Chronicles of Erzley - The Legend of King Arthur", he has a kind of "plot NPC" beauty, only "appearing mechanically when needed". So, since he is also Vina's "Merlin", there is no need to care too much about him.

Later, Ernst himself also had a "Merlin," or rather, cough cough, Ms. Merlin.

High Priestess Prestis, the way you appear is exactly the same as the Beast Lord's!

She would quietly appear in every possible place, seemingly telepathically appearing whenever Ernst wanted to find her, and with a "deus ex machina"-like power, she would help Ernst clear his confusion, remove obstacles, and point out the way.

Ernst might not follow Precys's guidance completely. In the land-sea negotiations, Precys taught the extremely arrogant Agor a lesson, playing the good cop. Ernst, however, did not take this for granted. He called on all countries to sign the "Letter of Refusal," thus winning back face for the land-sea negotiations, playing the bad cop.

But Precythia was indeed the Lady of the Lake who gave King Arthur a brand new "holy sword".

Of course, Ernst didn't judge whether what she did was right or wrong at this moment. He simply had this association when he saw the Beast Lord.

As the beast lords observed him, he was also watching them.

Not everything that can fly is a bird, and not everything that can walk on two legs is a human. But as long as enough keywords are added to the filter, the final conclusions will become fewer and fewer. It is known that the disasters and wonders of the oceans originate from the [Deep Blue Tree], and that the evolution of civilization on land has been deeply bound to [Originium]. So what about the Beast Lords who claim to have "come from ancient times" and who even treat giant beasts with deference?

What is the connection between the Beast Lord and Precyth, or rather, between the Beast Lord and Originium?

Ernst felt as if he had grasped a ethereal thread, but this thread was too light, too thin, more sensitive than Emengard's lifeline, always tangled around his hand, yet difficult to hold firmly.

until today.

Erta felt that the answer might be right in front of him.

"Then go ahead and say it, I'm listening."

Ernst's answer was calm, which surprised Gawain slightly.

The three lions' faces conjured up a vivid image, which Ernst thought was probably his "eyebrow raising" gesture.

"Your curiosity is far less than I thought, Ernst."

"The secrets we possess are things that ordinary people can't hear, even if they wanted to. Yet you seem so calm, which makes me feel a bit unmotivated."

He straightened up, then lazily slumped back down, seemingly dozing off again. But Ernst could see that the light in his eyes was much brighter than before.

"Teacher, please stop keeping me in suspense!"

Vina seemed to find it hard to watch Gawain make things difficult for Ernst, and spoke up with a hint of resentment.

This surprised Gao Wen slightly, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud:

“You’ve turned your back on us, Vina.”

"Look at what you're saying, how could that be?"

Vina pursed her lips, shrugged somewhat speechlessly, and seemed to have a hint of disdain in her eyes.

"You're turning outwards. You're the outsider."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Gao Wen couldn't hold back his breath and coughed several times in a row. The lion's old face turned red.

The surrounding beast lords immediately cast mocking glances, especially Zarro, who had just been kicked by Dori and lost face; his piercing gaze was practically ready to deliver a fatal blow.

He felt he could bring this amusement back to the wolf pack, and for the next five hundred years, no, a thousand years! They could laugh at Gawain, that old lion, for a thousand years!

Vina, on the other hand, has a clear conscience.

A teacher is a teacher, even if you're close to them, they're still a teacher. Ernst, on the other hand, is family!

Vina didn't have a deep impression of that "father," and Ernst was arguably her only family member.

Gao Wen felt his face was burning hot, but his blood was cold.

Although I've always been a procrastinator, a lazy bum, a coward, a riddle teller, a pretentious enigma, and a procrastinator, I'm truly a good lion!