Ark's Journey to the Demon God

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Victoria, Hill Country.

This mobile city traveling in the Tara area is one of the few cities that can guarantee self-sufficiency in resources during the Wika War. Because of the past discrimination against the Tara people by Victoria officials, and the fact that this place does not belong to the For any duke, the city is not closely connected with its surrounding neighbors, but this has saved the city from unnecessary troubles during the war, and at the same time, it has also brought opportunities for development and growth to some people.

These people come from an organization called Shenchi——

"Sister, Ms. Arianna and the others are coming soon."

In the headquarters of Shenchi, Lafxini held the communication terminal and said: "Witch Lin has entered Tara, and there are pursuers from the Duke behind her. Should we..."

"Mandra."

Princess Drake, wearing a long dress with purple flames burning on her slender tail, lay on her side on the couch and called a name lazily.

The next second, Felin walked into the room holding a staff. She saluted to Abrana and Ravshini in turn——

"Chief, is there anything you need me to do?"

"Go and greet our friend, Mandela." Abrana replied. The heat and majesty of the red dragon unconsciously spread out, and then turned into sentences and reached Mandela's ears:

"They have set foot on Tara's territory."

"I understand, leader." Mandela bowed.

"Remember to have a good attitude, Mandela, and don't leave a bad impression on everyone in the Witch Forest."

"I obey your orders, chief."

Mandela bowed again and exited the room...

"What do you think of her, Ravshini?"

After Mandela left, Abrana suddenly asked.

"That's too polite, maybe it's inappropriate to say this... Mandela, she is too humble to us." Lafxini shook her head and said: "She always treats us as her Royal Highnesses."

"Yes, [Your Highness], this is the bad thing about her."

Abrana shook her head. She opened the book at hand and said, "Victoria no longer needs [His Royal Highness] now."

Chapter 6 Ioletta Russell

Key West Valley, plains to the north.

Since Ursus was forced to give up the territory south of the river valley, this long-term barren land was finally utilized by the Casimir people. They followed the good soil quality of the river valley and planted crops.

"I'm really lucky this year. I finally got a good harvest..."

In the field, an old farmer wearing a straw hat raised his head and looked at the valley in the distance. The streams and waterfalls flowed down from the source in the sunshine, and then merged into a main stream and rushed to the south.

In the light and water, fish with scales jump out of the water from time to time and swim upstream.

This kind of scene has not been seen here for a long time.

The old farmer smiled. He sat down on the field ridge with a hoe, took out a tobacco bag, lit it, and took a long puff -

"Brother, how is the harvest this year?" someone asked.

The old farmer raised his head with squinted eyes. In front of him was a strange Ms. Kuranta.

She is tall and thin, with many wrinkles on her lean face. However, the traces of time cannot conceal her unique beauty, her long golden hair that is as long as wheat ears in the field. It was also meticulously cared for.

Although she is old, this lady stands as straight as a flagpole.

【What a pretty girl...】

The old farmer couldn't help but praise in his heart. Going back 30 years, I don't know how many young men in the flesh would fall for the lady in front of him, and this proud lady would definitely reject those vulgar people like fire and thunder.

Maybe no one can break into her heart... If anyone can, then this person must be an upright hero!

"I'm lucky this year and the harvest is pretty good." The old farmer took another puff from the pipe in his hand and replied with a smile.

"Good luck?" Ms. Kuranta was a little confused and asked: "Nowadays, Casimir's technology is so advanced, but farming can still only rely on luck?"

"Hey, sister, you look like you're from the city. You don't understand the hardships of farming."

The old farmer was asked about his area of ​​expertise and couldn't help but feel a little proud. He picked up his pipe and pointed at the farmland in front of him and said:

"When you look at these wheat fields, it seems like you just sow the seeds and that's it. But that's not the case."

"Watering, fertilizing, removing insects, treating diseases... all of them are skills. This is much more difficult than the work of people in the city."

Ms. Kuranta nodded in approval and said, "Indeed, it is not easy to do anything well."

The old farmer narrowed his eyes, looked at the person in front of him again, and said: "You... don't look like a city person, but more like..."

"What is it?" Ms. Kuranta asked gently with a smile.

"...I can't tell." The old farmer finally shook his head and said, "Anyway, he doesn't look like a knight."

"Oh?" Ms. Kuranta seemed to be interested and continued to ask: "Why don't I look like a knight?"

"Where can I find a knight like you?"

The old farmer smiled and said: "Of those knights, which one is not worthy of a team of soldiers when going out? You... you are only one person, with no armor, no sword, and no entourage. What kind of knight are you?"

"It turns out that in my eyes, knights are all like this." Ms. Kuranta said with a smile.

"Humph, he is the knight after all." The old farmer sighed, knocked the pipe in his hand, and curled his lips:

"You can't see them at all on weekdays. You can only see them during wartime and tax collection. Everyone is cheering in front of you. It's so beautiful..."

"However, it's not bad...at least they are better than those people in the north. They speak reasonably and at least they don't hurt anyone..."

The knights of Casimir may not have a good attitude, but they are still better than the black soldiers of the Ursus Empire.

The knights only collected taxes to ask for money and food, but the Ussians were different.

They want land and people.

"Sister, listen to me, there is no one in this world more..."

woo-

An unusual sound interrupted the old farmer's words.

Is it a whistle?

woo-

No, this is a horn! !

The old farmer's eyes widened. He subconsciously stood up and looked towards the river valley with his body trembling. The towering stone walls and fortresses prevented him from seeing the situation to the north, but he still saw the smoke and dust gradually gathering in the sky.

Smoke...smoke is coming!

Subconsciously, the old farmer tightened his grip on the pipe in his hand. He turned around and said to Ms. Kuranta: "Run quickly, I'm afraid the Usas are coming again!"

In the eyes of the Casimir people of the Key West Valley, Usas are like scourges, and this is their long-standing tragic memory.

"Brother, don't be nervous." Ms. Kuranta shook her head. She looked calmly into the distance and said, "The Ursus who came this time is different from before."

"Different? What's the difference? Usas are all like that!" The old farmer hurriedly packed up his tools, and when he was done, he didn't forget to cut a handful of wheat with a sickle, saying: "Usas is coming to rob, now If you don’t leave, I’m afraid you’ll get hurt!”

"Then I can't leave even more, brother."

Ms. Kuranta replied: "How can there be any reason for a knight to run away from battle?"

"Knight..." The old farmer's eyes widened. He was no less surprised than when he saw the Ursus.

"Yes, I am a knight, so brother, please leave here first. After all, there may be some conflicts later..."

The elder Kuranta knight calmly turned his head to the back, where there were knights in silver armor marching from a distance one by one——

"My knights are here."

……

woo-

Another horn sounded, and the flagship with the black and red flag slowed down. It began to change direction, pulled up the trestle, and gradually moved closer to the river valley fortress.

The three horn blasts were an agreement with Casimir. After all, the integrated warriors did not want to be mistaken for bandits from the Ursus Empire.

"Mr. Linguang, we have to get closer." Ratatos, who was wearing a black robe, said:

"But it seems that the soldiers on the fortress don't welcome us very much..."

Even though he had been ordered not to attack, Ratatos still saw the sinking faces of the soldiers on the fortress through the observation window.

"Prejudice is always hard to eliminate, Lata." Maena shook her head and said: "For this reason, I will not ask for true friendship. According to Sir's expectations, we only need to obtain a promise."

Ratatos nodded and signaled the soldiers to set up the trestle, then opened the hatch and the integrated team slowly walked out.

"How does it feel to be back home?" Ratatos asked with a smile.

"This is my first time coming here as an outsider."

Ma Enna pursed her lips and said calmly: "It's amazing."

He is obviously a Casimir, but this time he represents Ursus to negotiate with the country's Grand Knight Commander, and his assistant is Brontau from Kjerag... Is this the complicated Terran society? ?

After walking past the high walls of the fortress, Maena Linguang, Ratatos Brontau, and dozens of representatives of the integration movement entered the temporarily opened conference hall.

There are already people waiting at the head of the hall.

"Maena, welcome home."

The blond Ms. Kuranta motioned to Maena.

Ma Enna was a little surprised, but then he said with relief:

"Greetings, Your Excellency Ioletta Russell."

Chapter 7 The best agreement is disappointment

"Greetings, Your Excellency Ioletta Russell."

In the hall, Ma Enna looked at the old man in front of him with a complex expression.

Ioletta Russell, the current leader of the Knights of the Silver Spear Pegasus, is also the current grand knight of the Casimir Supervisory Committee.

"I only knew that the Grand Knight Commander would come, but I didn't expect that it would be you..."

Ma Enna looked a little complicated.

"Electrolux retired shortly after the last night fight."

Russell smiled, motioned for the two young people in front of him to sit down, and said: "When people get old, they always have to enjoy two days of happiness."

"But you also..."

"Me? I just can't sit still~"

Russell smiled and said: "The affairs of the Supervisory Committee are not very easy to handle, and people are always overwhelmed with leisure and mundane affairs."

"But someone has to do it, right?"

Ma Enna was noncommittal, nodded, and said: "Your Excellency Russell, I..."

"Maena, you don't have to worry."

Russell understood what Ma Enna meant, so he said: "Business matters, public affairs, don't worry about anything."

The Linguang brothers left Casimir, which was no secret in the Casimir Supervisory Committee.

However, few people know what the two brothers did after leaving their hometown.

Mr. Russell is one of the few people who knows the details of the two brothers.

"I chose Mr. Agaritu, I chose integration."

"For this reason, I want to stand under that flag." Maena looked at the window, the red spiral shining in the sun, so brilliant——

"So, at this moment, I can't put myself in Casimir's shoes... I'm sorry."

For Casimir, for Ursus, Maena's feelings are very complicated.

Although today's Ursus is no longer the bloody and violent empire of the past, and although the relationship between Ursus and Qatar is much better than in the past... the hatred will not disappear instantly, just like the embers after the fire burns out.

This will be a long-term process, and Ma Enna, who is caught in the middle, is undoubtedly embarrassed.

"You have grown up, Maena." Russell smiled, quite pleased: "If Cyril knew, he would be very happy."

"Father…"

Ma Enna felt indescribable guilt about his father. As a son, he was undoubtedly incompetent.