this is my ark journey

"Hmph, no matter how weird your Originium skill is, you can't hide it from me." Kelsey raised her chin slightly, as if she knew everything.

In fact, she discovered it last time, but she just studied Ren's information over and over again, and she couldn't determine where his ability came from.

But this is not my Originium skill!

Ren took a breath, and during this time he fell into a sea of ​​mist, all kinds of weird events happened.

Kelsey couldn't see the fire of the soul, the fire of the soul residing in the computer, the magic sword of Levadin, and now there was Teresia who couldn't watch.

"Mr. Ryan, don't worry, I have no intention of seeking out your secrets." Teresia felt the atmosphere tense, and took a round object from the hand of the girl Custer next to her.

"This is the result of my labor in the morning. Pad your stomach first, and I will ask the cafeteria to prepare meals for you in the evening."

This interruption ended the tension between the two of them. Ren thanked him, broke off a piece and put it in his mouth. It tasted like a sweet potato.

"feel good."

"Well, I bought the seeds from the Yan Kingdom caravan. With this, everyone will not be hungry in winter." The princess clapped her hands, her eyes were smiling, it seemed that farming was more interesting than cutting people with a sword.

It’s a good thing I left Ceobe with W, if she ate all of it, Will Thearesia turn her face on the spot?

Ren secretly rejoiced, finished eating the 'sweet potatoes' in twos and twos, and then wiped off the juice on his clothes. He noticed someone peeping, and followed his eyes to see that it was the little Custer girl.

Her ears were very long, and she grabbed Theresa's long skirt and exposed half of her head. Seeing Ryan's view, she quickly retracted.

"By the way, this child's name is Amiya." The princess gently pulled the girl out from behind, and said with a smile, "Amiya, you haven't called anyone yet."

"Mr. Ray, Mr. Rayne." The girl's voice was weak, with a thin body, like a small animal.

"Hello, Amiya." Ren also smiled. Seeing that the children are making people feel ashamed to be an elder, a fire ignited in his palm, and a beautiful statue appeared.

It was a sun knight, lifelike, praising the sun with his hands up in the sky.

There are many of these unused decorations in the garbage dump, and they are still very good as gifts.

The little rabbit's gaze was immediately attracted by the statue, but what attracted her more was the fire. She pursed her lips and asked:

"Mr. Ren, is that your Originium skill?"

"No, that's just magic." Ren handed the statue to the girl, straightened up, and nodded to Teresia who was smiling next to him:

"You are indeed completely different from what I expected. I thought I would see an iron-blooded king."

"Will it disappoint you?" Teresia's eyes were deep, and she had lost a lot by this step.

What is the Sarkaz tradition?

Royal court, battle, discipline, the expected king should be stronger and crueler than anyone else, and the point of the sword is full of corpses and blood!

This was the case with Teresia in the past. She swept away all foreign enemies, but found that behind the killing were countless Sarkaz corpses. When she woke up and prepared to change, the royal court and the military committee immediately turned their backs on her.

"Killing will only create hatred, and hatred will make Sarkaz extinct. You will take the initiative to change as a banner, and the ups and downs will make this race go on another path." Ren nodded lightly, knowing that this path is difficult, but he did not take it wrong.

What Teresia and Teresis are fighting for is not the throne, but the future of Sarkaz.

'He can actually understand Teresia's thoughts? Kelsey on the side looked surprised.

She didn't forget how many detours the Tower of Babel has gone through. How many Sarkaz shouted "Your Highness is confused by two aliens" and jumped up to the side of Qing Jun, and Teresia was so soft as to execute the military law.

But she is the embodiment of Sarkaz's kindness. As the battle situation changed, Babel did less and less after returning to Kazdel.But this road is doomed to be difficult. When Teresia walks towards the light, another good person who once excused the traitor falls into darkness.

"Mr. Ren, we are indeed the same kind." The princess lowered her eyes, looking very pleased.

"Our paths are the same, it's just that I don't have as big a vision as you, it's just for a bet."

"Betting?"

"Well, their lives have given me strength, and I will keep my promise." Ren didn't boast, which was a trivial matter to him.

What you promise to others, you have to do it all your life.

"You really look like the chivalrous man in Dayan's novel." Teresia smiled even more, and stretched out her right hand, "Welcome to the Tower of Babel. If I had known you had such thoughts, I would have been like Kelu Hill also came to visit."

Ren is not Kong Ming, he didn't reach out, and let Teresia's hand hang in the air a little rudely.

"I want to know how you do it?"

Teresia was not angry, and presented the blueprint that had been planned long ago to Ren.

"End the civil war, clarify the traditions of Kazdel, and finally solve the ore disease."

"Are you still studying ore disease?"

"Of course, the original intention of the Tower of Babel was to solve the ore disease. Kelsey and the doctor were researching this." Teresia blinked and sighed, "Unfortunately, the outbreak of the civil war stopped the experiment."

Ren suddenly felt overwhelmed with European anger. He didn't expect Kazdel and his party to really solve the big problem. What else was there to think about, and he directly held the hand with the ring.

The touch was warm and delicate, making it hard to imagine that this hand had killed countless enemies. After three seconds, he voluntarily let go.

"The Cardinals and the Tower of Babel have a common enemy, and I even have one thing I want to ask, so I will do my best to help you defeat Tracy, a traditionalist."

"You are wrong." Teresia shook her head and said with a smile:

"Although the paths are different, Brother Wang is also breaking the shackles!"

Chapter 91 Tracys

In the middle of Kazdale, Wangcheng.

Sixteen giant dark golden columns prop up the high dome, the gray walls look solemn and solemn, exquisite reliefs can be seen everywhere, and the largest relief is more like a work of art.

The two-horned Sarkaz warriors are lifelike. They are fighting and fighting. There are Filin, Sakota, and abundant hooves under their feet. All races in the Terra continent can be seen on the relief.

And the first person was holding a strangely shaped pitch-black long sword, and was roaring angrily towards the sky.

This is an epic picture scroll of the battlefield. Perhaps it has been seen too many times. No one in the wide hall pays attention to it. There is only a pool in the center of the hall, which divides the entire palace into two halves. There is a stone pavement in the middle. The long bridge connected to the bridge, and a group of guards wrapped in black robes stood by the bridge, motionless.

Holding halberds, they looked at the people on the other side of the palace quietly like a bunch of statues, and those people were wearing straight military uniforms with gold rims on their cuffs and dazzling medals. Either a powerful aristocrat, or a general with a heavy hand.

But these adults all stood upright at this moment, all looking at the other side of the palace.

On the opposite side of the long bridge, under the giant relief is a throne made of black iron. The throne seems to be made of countless sharp swords, which looks cold and hideous.

A man about 30 years old was sitting on it. He had short pale pink hair and was wearing silver-gray heavy armor. He leaned on a sword in one hand and propped his head in the other. The sinner waved his hand.

"let's start."

"Yes." The pardoner's horns were slightly black, he took a step forward, and said loudly: "Everyone, the military discussion begins."

With an order, the group of nobles and generals all moved into action, the giant map was carried up by the attendants, and the bearded old Sarkaz pointed on it with a baton.

"At present, all our army's strongholds in the southern theater have been removed. The counterattack plan we prepared before has failed. Among them, the third and fifth armies were attacked when they entered the No. [-] military station. The method of the No. [-] military station lured our army to attack, and then dealt a terrible blow in the wilderness. Three commanders of our army were killed in battle, and the soldiers..."

"Wait, Marshal Werner, there should be follow-up troops in the battle plan." A nobleman interrupted.

The old man adjusted his single-glass glasses, and said coldly: "The follow-up force is His Excellency Hoffman's rapid brigade. As for why they didn't carry out the order of the military committee, you should ask His Highness."

A group of people did not look at the young man on the opposite throne, but instead looked at the Count Shadow Demon in the middle. The latter straightened his military uniform and stepped out calmly.

"My brigade suffered heavy losses and was unable to launch an attack."

"Hoffman, you should learn from the Dongguo people and apologize. Because of you, the two legions suffered heavy losses."

"Yes, you must accept the trial of the Royal Council!"

Attacks from political opponents followed one after another. As a dual system empire, Kazdel has considerable power in the parliament.

Being questioned by the council means reducing the title, and the shadow demon clan will all suffer. The patriarch will not be able to serve as the deputy speaker for at least five years. The last one who was so miserable was the blood demon.

Serious consequences flashed through the earl's mind, but he remained motionless.

"Okay, it's my order to intercept that ship." Teresis finally opened his mouth to make a relief, but none of the nobles and generals retreated.

"Your Highness, please be sure to notify the Military Council and the General Staff next time."

"Your Highness, you haven't been to the parliament for a long time. You should give an explanation for the death of Count Alcador."

"Yes, Alcador is also a member of parliament, his life is related to the honor of all Sarkaz!"

The hall suddenly became chaotic, with various voices buzzing, like countless flies flying. In fact, when the interests are damaged, the nobles are more radical than the mercenaries.

Most mercenaries fight duels with knives, and this place is full of sneaky plots all the time.

Hoffman watched with cold eyes, as if he was watching a funny show. He knew these colleagues too well.

The number of casualties is worthless, and the life and death of a Gorefiend Earl is also meaningless, but there is one thing they care about very much——

The king cannot cross the line!

When His Highness Teresia wanted to reform, put these decadent nobles aside, and give the Sarkaz people real happiness, they rebelled without hesitation, and wanted to drive out the princesses.

It doesn't matter who the siblings are king, as long as they are puppets.

'It's a pity that I am also a member of Corruption, but you still underestimate Your Highness. 'The count closed his eyes, he knew everything, but he couldn't do anything.

"Silence!" The pardoner pressed his sword on the ground, his heavy voice echoed in the hall, and finally fell silent.

Tracys stood up and paced in front of the throne with his sword in hand.

"I'm well aware that the situation is not good, but the general staff should bear half of the responsibility for turning the evil spirits back."

"Your Highness, the General Staff has done its best, and I want to remind you that the enemy may approach the city at any time within two hundred kilometers from the front line to the royal city." The old marshal replied coldly.

"Then all of you will be caught and hanged by her! Oh, Teresia won't do this, she will kindly send you out of the country." Teresia put on a mocking smile, facing the group of princes noble.

"According to the ancient covenant, you have no choice. Let those respected people behind you restrain their minds. We haven't lost yet!"

The young man's face was not ferocious, but there was a unique coercion, and everyone lowered their heads slightly.

"Your Excellency Wilton, when will Victoria's next batch of aid arrive?"

Standing in the corner of the hall, a young filmmaker in a white dress stroked his chest with his right hand and bowed in greeting.

"Before the end of the year, but the dukes want me to tell you that you have become the laughing stock of Londinium now, and the children are singing that you are the transportation captain. Do you need me to sing it to you?"

"presumptuous!"

"rude!"

A group of Sarkaz nobles glared at them, but the messenger shrugged and showed a cynical smile.

"Thank you dukes for me, I will pay the price on time." Teresis did not get angry, seeing the envoy backed away satisfied, and looked at the nobles again.

"You have also heard that supplies and reinforcements from Victoria will arrive in a month, and Columbia will also send the latest research results. Even if the evil spirit has all kinds of tricks, he can't turn the situation around."

The nobles were speechless, as Tracys said, they had no choice, and it was not even possible to defect to the other side.

The king, the parliament, the people, each class has its own choice,

"But what about the Lateran people?" a general suddenly said.

"Leave it to the Military Council and deploy a force to deal with them."

"Your Highness, this is the job of the pardoner," Marshal Werner reminded.

"The Absolutionist has repelled the Knights of Judgment, or do you mean that you can't deal with the doctor, even the Lateran?"

Tracys used the most basic aggressive method, but it was very useful. The marshal no longer objected. No matter what his position was, Sarkaz would not allow the Lateran people to roam freely on his land.

"Okay, but the Military Council has applied for the use of that Lytanian warlock."

"Okay, but send him away afterwards. We Kazdel have no intention of participating in the matter of the Witch King."

"That's a pity." The marshal stepped back, but sneered in his heart, as if waiting for this sentence.

Combining two ancient witchcrafts, the origin stone technique researched by that warlock has special effects on Sarkaz, and it can be used not only on the battlefield.

"That's it, Hoffman, you follow me." Teresi walked into the small door behind the throne after finishing speaking.

"Yes." The earl bowed and saluted, and stepped on the long bridge in the eyes of a group of political enemies gloating at his misfortune.

In their view, even if Hoffman is a favorite, he will have to lose a layer of skin if he doesn't die this time.

Led by the guards, the count walked into a side door, and through a corridor full of artworks, he saw Teresis again.

The latter was sitting on the sofa a little tired, propping up his head and taking a nap.

"Your Highness, you should pay attention to your body."

"It's okay, pour me a glass of wine." Tracys opened his eyes, and saw that his important minister hesitated to speak, so he waved his hand casually.

"You don't have to be restrained in front of me."

The count took out the crystal glass from the cabinet, filled it with the out-of-print wine produced in Gaul, and handed it over with worry.

"Your Highness, the situation in Kazdel is already very dangerous..."