this is my ark journey

"You are here, Lord Ren."

A voice suddenly rang in his ears, and SCOUT walked out of the shadows, seeing Ren hiding behind the chimney with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Why hide?"

"I stabbed a hornet's nest, and someone wanted me to physically lose my memory."

"Miss W?" SCOUT glanced at the Sarkaz mercenary who was walking back again, with a bit of mockery in his cold eyes.

"Laugh if you want." Ren rolled his eyes and handed a letter to the sniper, "Find a reliable courier and send it to Colombia for me."

SCOUT took it, glanced at the words on the surface of the envelope, and his eyes became meaningful.

Miss Scati personally?No wonder he was hunted down.

"Okay, I'll arrange it soon, but are you sure you want to go to Ursus alone?"

"It's me who set off first, so it's safer. There are too many people who want my life now." Renn smiled wryly. As the number of people in the king's city increased, he didn't know how many spies were inside.

Once the cardinals are found to be leaving, countless killers and sniper troops will be waiting on the road, and it is estimated that Kazdel will lose most of them before leaving.

Rutland, Tracys, and even the Columbia company wanted his life.

And Ren went 'disappeared' first, and these forces would turn their attention outside the royal city to find his trace, and they would ignore Cardinal.

"This is the price of prestige."

"Well, so I hate these useless reputations. Apart from letting the enemy use a magnifying glass to study, there is really no benefit." Ren spread his hands and handed a piece of paper to SCOUT.

"Help me bring it to W. Since you left quietly, it's not good not to say hello."

"Can I see it?"

"random."

Shadow Demon glanced at the note, his pupils shrank, and the way he looked at Ren changed.

"You really like to kill yourself."

"Hahaha, I have to make things clear. I didn't get scared away by a mere cockroach." Ren chuckled, glanced downstairs from the corner of his eye, and his smile froze quickly again.

W went back and forth, this time with Ceobe by his side, who was walking unsteadily, but was coming towards him.

Grass, what a despicable guy, actually brought a dog to find me!

Ceobe has a passive skill. No matter how well Ren hides it, she can always follow the scent. Fortunately, she didn't wake up from the hangover state, otherwise she would have shot the armor-piercing dog with the tail stabilizing shell .

"Quick, how should I go, there is no time to waste."

The lethality of these two girls is so great?

Seeing that Ryan panicked, SCOUT thought to forget about W, that Perot has nothing wrong with it except that it is very edible.

"Askalon has prepared the helicopter, and someone will take over after sending you to the border."

Backed by the Tower of Babel, it is of course impossible to rush on the road like Long Beach Town. If Terra also has the concept of airspace, he can be sent directly to the territory of Ursas.

"Okay." Ren turned around and left, and a few jumps disappeared from sight.

SCOUT stood on the roof, blowing the cold wind, looking at the distant figure with some deep meaning.

Not accepting His Highness's reward and maintaining Cardinal's position as an independent mercenary obviously had a plan long ago. Such a wise strategy reminded him of the doctor, and looking at the flustered back, he remembered the original doctor again.

"Where did that bastard escape to??"

Just as he was thinking, a stern female voice came, W was behind him, and not far away was Ceobe, who was spitting out a rainbow.

"Just left."

"Tsk, I just want to have a good talk with him, why are you running so fast?"

"You hold a knife as if to have a good talk?"

"That's right." W put the knife away, with a smile on his face, "I also want to be gentle."

"Maybe Ryan doesn't want you to change."

The girl was taken aback for a moment, and immediately got angry: "I didn't expect the shadow hunter to know quite a lot."

SCOUT didn't care about a girl's disrespect. He didn't speak, but just handed over the note in his hand. The latter opened it and was stunned.

The corners of the mouth were turned up inch by inch, revealing sharp white teeth, and the smile suddenly became a bit bloodthirsty.

"Where is he!?"

SCOUT pointed to the sky, where a helicopter whizzed by, W could vaguely see a man sitting by the window, smiling complacently at himself, and beckoning.

Kind, really kind.

W gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and dropped the note, only to see that it read:

What someone said yesterday was really impressive, hey, I will never forget it in my life. W, you must be very upset right now, and you really want to find someone to vent your anger on, but——

come after me!

"Hahaha! It's so interesting to see this guy go crazy."

Ryan looked down the window and saw W staring at it until the helicopter disappeared into the sky, which reminded him of Long Beach.

Different girl, same pose.

I still remember that Skadi stood at the entrance of the town, silently watching him drive away, and now W is the same, but if he could fly, he would have rushed to kill people.

Fortunately, with her cockroach memory, she has already forgotten it the next time we meet, tsk tsk, there is no pressure.

Ren's villain was successful, and he looked at the ground that was flying past below him. Seeing the battlefield that hadn't been cleaned up and the large area of ​​pollution, his eyes gradually sank.

After three months, he finally left this land, but he brought a silly dog ​​with him when he came, and he became a hero when he left.

Counting from the time of leaving Karan for trade, there have been no days of fighting for two months, and more than a thousand people have died by the sword.

He abruptly changed from a commoner to a conqueror of the abyss, a legendary mercenary on an equal footing with His Royal Highness Teresia.

Countless people adore themselves, countless people want to kill themselves, and everything goes away amidst the sound of oars.

Ashes will not stop, Ashes never puts the old glory in his eyes, just like this stretching land, there are too many places for him to conquer.

"Master Ren, this is prepared for you by His Highness." The front seat operator turned around, handed a box to Ren, and reported in a low voice:

"We will resupply at the border, and then go straight to Ursas, but we dare not get too close to Ursas airspace, and there will be people from the office to help."

"How many days will it take?"

"About five days."

Ren calculated that he had to spend the New Year on the road, said hard, and looked out the window again.

The clouds in the world of Terra are full of Originium particles, and it is difficult for the aircraft to go to high altitudes, but this is much better than his broken car back then.

It took more than a month to come to Kasdale from Long Beach Town. I was so exhausted that I picked up a silly dog ​​halfway.

'The old Jose's business is not over yet. When Skadi receives the letter and comes to Usas, it's time to visit those magic sticks together. '

Ashes, who must take revenge, let out a grin, and then his face turned pale again.

It's over, Skadi is coming to Ursus, and Cardinal is also coming to Ursas, so wouldn't the cockroach and the killer whale meet head-to-head? ?

"It's been a waste of time. I thought I hadn't seen Skadi for so long and I forgot about it. Now it's too late to think about it. It should be fine."

Ren was in a good mood, and he didn't jump off the helicopter to take back the letter, because he was not worried about Skadi but W. With the character of that silly killer whale, he couldn't understand the yin and yang, so he turned his face and did it?

I'm afraid it wasn't the cockroach spirit who was punched until he vomited out his dinner.

Well, let W know not to cause trouble all day long.

Ren calmed down and opened the box. Apart from a thick stack of Usas rubles, there were some official forged identities, but a thin booklet was pressed at the bottom.

Unlike when he walked alone in a daze, Teresia had already recorded many precautions when Ren left.

The military system, the big people who need attention, the strong men who have fought, until the few short lines on the last page made Ren's pupils shrink.

"Inner guards and demons? There is also a 'god' who can be called a deadly enemy with Sarkaz?"

The flames danced and turned this booklet into ashes. Ren stared at the vast land. Beyond the land was an empire, an ancient, rich and powerful empire. Ursus smashed all opponents like a bear and destroyed their land. become nourishment.

On the land of Terra, the Ursus Empire is definitely the top three existence, and Kazdel is as weak as an ant in front of it.

Strict centralization of power, no more lawless mercenaries everywhere, this is the first normal country that Ryan went to.

Ren looked at the vast white distance, as if seeing a giant bear with an extremely strong appearance, with a confident smile on his face.

Excitement is burning like a flame. At the beginning, one person and one dog stepped into the abyss, but now there are hundreds of elite subordinates, and there is an entire country as their backing.

"The matter of Kazdel took me more than three months. What kind of enemies can this Ursus meet, what kind of mysteries can it solve, and how much time can it take..."

Ren crossed his hands on his abdomen, overlooking the vast land.

"I am looking forward."

blazing fire

Chapter 150: Ursas!

January 1093, 1, Fort St. Jun, Summer Palace.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and the temperature had already dropped below minus [-] degrees. Anyone who dared to stay outside for a few hours would risk their life.

The air outside the window turned into frost, and the inside of the house was as warm as spring. The latest heating system was enough for the nobles in the banquet hall to wear gorgeous and light clothes.

The Yanguo silk dress as thin as a summer dress outlines the graceful figure of the daughters, and the tailor-made tuxedo made by the master tailor of Lundinium makes the men look like gentlemen.

The band invited from Letania is a hard-working player. Amidst the elegant string music, couples of men and women are dancing reservedly. The giant chandelier with more than ten layers above the head emits golden light, illuminating an elegant, Extravagant scene:

The carpet sent by Sargon, the out-of-print wine of Gaul, the once powerful country, the huge solid gold double-headed eagle national emblem on the wall, well-dressed nobles, and soldiers in neat uniforms with shining medals.

Under the huge double-headed eagle, a young man sat quietly. He looked very young, wearing a uniform with the rank of a marshal, looking at the extravagant ball, his brows were tightly frowned.

Those dancing men and women, those generals talking in low voice while holding wine glasses, became very unpleasant in his eyes.

He looked out the window, as if he saw the subjects of Fort St. Jun who fell in the snow tonight, and saw the anger suppressed on the Ursus snow field.

"Your Majesty, you should get involved and choose a suitable beauty as your partner."

The young man was feeling a little impatient when a man in a dark windbreaker came quietly.

He was wearing a civilized stick, his short dark brown hair was slightly curly, and there was a smile on his thin and serious face.

"Wei Te, I'm not in the mood. Tomorrow's front page will definitely be about hundreds of corpses collected by the Fort St. Jun police station, surpassing historical records or something."

The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and looked out the window: "This winter is indeed very cold."

"However, the summer palace held dances for six days in a row, and no one discussed how to solve this matter, and the angry subjects would only think that I am a foolish king who does nothing!" The young man hammered the handrail, but lowered his voice.

"The subjects don't know your hardships. It's okay to do wrong things a lot of times, but it's really more annoying to not do things." Werther bowed his head respectfully and advised:

"So you should go down to dance. The daughter of Marquis Hilarov, the mayor of Saint Junburg, is here, and the daughter of Count Olasov, Minister of Civil Affairs, is also here. If you dance with their daughter, they will soon A relief package can be worked out.”

"But I feel disgusted. The two daughters have no fewer than 100 people in Fort St. Jun."

"Your Majesty, they are just a signal of your goodwill." Werther remained humble, and there was no need to say why.

These two factions control the civil affairs of the empire, and some of them have ways to obey and violate. As for why they are not taken down in the name of dereliction of duty?The Minister of Justice is also of this faction.

Of course, His Majesty the Supreme Emperor can behead them tonight and exile their whole family to the source stone mine, but the ministers who will succeed tomorrow may not be as good as these two.

Fyodor has been emperor for some time, and he has already been familiar with the twists and turns inside.

No one dares to challenge the imperial power, and the imperial power can't deal with anyone, unless he kills all the people in this room, but after that, who will maintain this huge empire?

The young emperor glanced at the courtier who was also a teacher and friend, and slowly stood up. The elegant music was still there, but everyone looked this way, looking forward to the emperor's next move.

"Werther, if you become the speaker of the Imperial Parliament, will things change?"

"It will be better, but we still need the support of the military."

"Then there's no need to dance. Since I'm wearing a military uniform, I should naturally go to those officers." The handsome emperor stepped down the steps with red wine in his hand, and everyone's eyes moved accordingly. When they saw him walking towards the army, I don't know how many beauties showed disappointment.

The eyes of those ministers in tuxedos are meaningful.

As a unified, powerful, and centralized political system, the Ursus Empire must be confronted with civil and military forces above the court, but this country is too belligerent, and the handle of a gun is far stronger than the pen.

Besides, before the emperor approached, a group of military officers who were chatting had already stood up straight. They were led by an old man with a medal that could be worn as a body armor, and they all stomped their feet and toasted.

Snapped!

The neat sound of heels dropping made the banquet hall silent for a moment. The dignitaries were very dissatisfied, but none of them dared to protest. Only the officers were seen raising their wine glasses in unison.