People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"That place is, after all, the landmass of my Great Continent. My hometown." Chapter 42

Vina's voice grew softer and softer until she finally lowered her head.

For this reason alone, Ernst was willing to get involved in this mess; clearly, she couldn't convince herself otherwise.

She seemed to be caught in a dilemma: to go forward would mean miring Ernst in a quagmire, while to retreat would mean abandoning Lentinium and watching millions of people slowly die in that super-mobile city.

She didn't want to choose either of them.

She also didn't have a "creator" who could quietly appear behind her, make decisions for her like a domineering CEO, and then tell her: "Bad people are ruthless, so to be a good person, you have to be even more ruthless than bad people!"

But she has Ernst.

Ernst stepped forward and gently patted Vina's head, his smile very gentle:

"It's okay, these are just guesses."

“Cast is highly capable; she wouldn’t be unaware of these issues. Windermere also has a strong sense of justice; she always makes unexpected decisions. As for Abrahim, we’ve only met her once or twice; how can we predict her actions and thoughts?”

“These are all taken for granted, Vina. The reason I asked you this question is simply to teach you.”

Vina slowly raised her head, a hint of doubt in her eyes: "Teach me?"

Ernst pressed his head against her forehead:

"Make decisions carefully, but once you've made a decision, whether it's right or wrong, you have to see the path you've chosen through to the end, even if it's dark!"

"Looking back and forth is not prudence; it's questioning your own decision-making process. It will only narrow your path and make those who follow you doubt you."

"Sometimes, if you're really unsure, just ask the people around you for advice."

This is what Precys reminded me of.

Be resolute, do not reject violence, and be willing to use the strength of others, rather than thinking that this will drag others down with you.

After all, when the nest is overturned, how can any egg remain intact?

Vina nodded, seemingly understanding. Ernst smiled.

“Leave this to me, Wu. Victoria, you, me, and Talulah, the three of us will go together.”

Horhys was right; heroes are indeed needed. A story of a hero saving everyone is certainly worthy of praise and can break the current situation where the dukes are hindering each other, the Red Dragon is eyeing the city covetously, and only Londinium is gradually decaying.

However, Holhayja was, after all, a Colombian, and individualism was not something Ernst particularly encouraged.

He prefers collective heroism.

Are the people of Lontinim content to rot like that?

It doesn't have to be perfect, but it has to be loud enough! One big enough commotion is enough to make the world stop shining the spotlight on the hero!

Talulah, this is exactly what you do best!

Chapter 816 Reconstruction and Integration!

Shelag, a dormitory for government office staff.

Talulah lives here.

Since returning from Iberia, Talulah has rarely gone out. Even when Alina occasionally comes to visit her, they only chat in her room.

Are you very tired?

Finally, Alina asked with some concern.

tired?

Talulah had long since recovered from her physical exhaustion. Although her bloodline was not pure, she was still a hybrid of two fantasy species, Drak and Dragon, and 1+1 could even be greater than 2. Even if Iberia had indeed kept her a bit dazed, she had rested enough after being back in Sherag for so long.

She even regretted not going to Letania with Ernst. If she had, Ernst wouldn't have been alone in danger when the Horn of Origin appeared.

Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in the world.

But when Alina questioned her, Talulah still didn't want to lie. Her eyes were somewhat dejected, and even her nodding motion looked listless.

Wu Qilu San Si Er Suo Suo: "A little."

She was indeed very tired, mostly mentally.

After her trip to Iberia, there were so many things she couldn't understand.

There is no perfect solution, and upholding justice does not necessarily lead to a good outcome. Extreme violence has pounded the iron fist on the Deep Sea Cultists, but ordinary people have been harmed in the process. This country claims to be "black and white," but the black is a dark and colorful one, and the white is a white that is almost black!

Talulah now even misses the days when the black snake was still in her mind. At least that monster was quite capable as a teacher; his explanations, whether right or wrong, were certainly fast enough.

Just kidding, she doesn't miss the Black Serpent at all; she just needs a mentor. She still has too many shortcomings.

Talulah has racked her brains to the point of near-cooking, but still can't come up with a solution.

Alina ruffled Talulah's silver hair, her smile tinged with helplessness and heartache.

She knew perfectly well why Talulah had that expression, but she couldn't give Talulah an "answer".

Because the answer does not exist.

Is there a way in this world to have it all, to be true to both Buddha and love? When you make a choice, you've already given up another option.

"Want it all?" Alina knew she couldn't do it, and Talulah probably couldn't either.

She paused for a moment, then abruptly changed the subject:

"Captain Bozokastie is back. Miss Yelena is with him too."

Talulah looked up, a mixture of surprise and guilt in her eyes.

"Where are they?"

"Outside."

"Then please invite them in quickly."

Talulah stood up, intending to check what food was left in the refrigerator.

After arriving in Sherag, Zero no longer had to worry about "insufficient supplies." →3-6

Alina opened the door, and Bozokasti and Yelena entered the room, both of them already changed their clothes.

Bozokas changed into a set of silver and red armor. The ventilation system that was originally on his chest to assist breathing was moved to his back and was also updated. Several ingenious ribbons were added, which would float up when the wind was blowing, making it look like he was wearing a small cape, or that he had grown a few pairs of wings.

Of course, all of that is fine. The most important thing is that the chest of the armor features some pink design, which makes the originally majestic and terrifying Wendigo warriors inexplicably have a bit more of an "unconventional uncle" vibe.

Needless to say, this was a design provided by Laterano.

Yelena, on the other hand, wore a much simpler design. She was still dressed in silver, but it was noticeably thicker and had some of the "beads" and "ribbons" that were unique to Sherag. She looked somewhat similar to the maids in the Manjusaka.

This is a design by Sherag, and also by Enya.

Ernst didn't know much about clothing, but it looked pretty good. He asked Ernst for his opinion, and since he didn't have any objections, he used it.

After the two entered the room, the temperature clearly reached a delicate balance, having initially been excessively hot. Bozokasti didn't stand on ceremony with Talulah, leading Yelena to sit on the sofa. He looked at Talulah, a flicker of red light in his eyes, lost in thought:

"You...look...quite different?"

He has already undergone surgery for Oripathy. Although there is no cure for it yet, as long as he takes his medication on time and has follow-up examinations, the spread can at least be slowed down.

But there's nothing that can be done about vocal cords that are already diseased.

Talulah placed the fruit and snacks she was holding on the coffee table and forced a smile.

"I think so."

"Ever since the black snake rolled out of my head, I feel like everything has changed."

Everything has changed. Things she thought she understood before have become blurred; principles she thought were self-evident are no longer reasonable; and methods she thought were unacceptable and decisions she thought were impossible to make have all become clear to her.

Judging from the results, it was even a good outcome.

"Your life has just begun."

Bozokasti didn't say much, only offering a brief hint.

"On this land... there are countless paths... without the Black Serpent... you should remember what you originally wanted to do."

What did I initially want to do?

Talulah was slightly taken aback. What was her original purpose again?

She stuck Originium into her wrist, stormed the Duke's mansion alone with her sword, and killed that old worm Koschei with a single strike. What was she thinking back then?

"Our lives are in our own hands. We are not your playthings, nor are we the price you can pay. If you want to do that, then be prepared to face our wrath!"

Alina whispered.

Talulah abruptly raised her head and looked at her, meeting her smile and gentle gaze.

Yes, Talulah didn't actually think that much about it at first.

Liberation, ensuring everyone's survival, developing and expanding the guerrilla force, tactics and strategies—all those complex things were things she gradually added to herself.

The black snake bewitched her, using countless seemingly "reasonable" things to blind her to her initial dreams. When the dust is thick enough, even the brilliance of a gemstone cannot shine through.

At first, she was just a passionate hero, a "rebel," nothing more!

"There are too many people like this on this land."

"People who want everyone to live a good life try every means to become rich, but in the end they forget why they want to be rich and become slaves to money."

"Those who wanted to overthrow the old order and create their own rules gradually developed their own power, but when they finally negotiated with the nobles and princes who represented the old power, they became warlords."

"A person who wants to save everyone has to face sacrifice, to the point that in the end, sacrifice becomes a means for her. In people's eyes, she is no longer a savior, but a demon who will stop at nothing to achieve her goals and disregard human life."

Alina said softly.

"The Presbyterian Order of the Holy Mountain once said that he too had gone astray, believing that it was worthwhile to sacrifice some people for the happiness of all. He was later criticized, he came to his senses, and that's how the Presbyterian Order came to be."

Talulah had heard Alina tell this story many times.

But she felt it more deeply than she does now, not on that occasion.

"Then what should I do?"

She murmured somewhat bewilderedly.

Times have changed, and so has her environment. Even if she wanted to rebel, she didn't know who to rebel against.

"Where there is oppression, there is resistance."

Seemingly disappointed by Talulah's lackluster performance, Yelena's voice was somewhat cold, yet her words were enough to warm Talulah's heart.

"If you're willing, I can accompany you back to the snowfield."

Tallulah shook her head.

She could never return to the snowfield, but she had already set a new goal.

She carries two bloodlines and countless identities. Ernst once said, "Don't reject them. As long as you are prepared to take responsibility for these labels, you can confidently use the rights that come with them."

She was an incompetent guerrilla leader in the snowy plains, but she could start over.

In the Yan Kingdom, her younger sister lives.

And now, the most dangerous place on this land, the most oppressed place, the place that needs help and resistance the most, is Victoria!

Londinium, her "bloodline homeland" whom she had never met, where many people were still oppressed by the Sarkaz, she could still be the "rebel"!

Ernst wanted her to be his bodyguard, but Talulah's ambitions lay elsewhere. She was a fighter; she would feel lost, frustrated, and dejected, but she was never afraid of danger.

Moreover, she is much more mature now than she was in the past!

"Have you thought about it?"

Bozokasti suddenly spoke up and asked.

His eyes were always sharp, and he could see that Talulah's temperament had changed; that fighting spirit and fiery passion had returned.

The more dangerous the place, the more she wants to go! The more difficult the road, the more she wants to walk! The more invincible the enemy, the more she wants to resist!

This is why she initially chose Talulah, was willing to join Talulah, and helped and trusted Talulah.

Talulah nodded seriously:

"I plan to ask Ernst for help; I want to go to Lontinem!"

"it is good!"

Bozokas nodded, stood up, and addressed Talulah with equal seriousness.

"I...I'll go too!"