Leave your name in history, and it will be a good one.

Ernst believed this very firmly.

Nasti will leave a significant mark in the history of Sarkaz, both in terms of artistic contribution and political status!

What a desirable thing this is.

But Nasty only had a faint smile on her face, not sure whether it was because of the future Ernst had described or simply because of Ernst’s praise.

She reached out her hand, took Ernst’s hand, and said seriously:

“It’s a bit too far to talk about that now.”

“I’m your engineer, all I’m asking for is your opinion.”

“It is my greatest honor and happiness that you are satisfied with me and my project. Please believe me, if there were no outsiders present at this moment, I would really like you to feel my surging heartbeat in person!”

Kelsey: “?”

She turned her gaze away calmly.

She was also feeling aggrieved. What did I do? Why did Nastie suddenly criticize me?

Also, what do you mean by “an outsider”? Kelsey asked herself that she had known Ernst for not much less time than Nastie, so how could you be an “insider”?

Ernst still had a smile on his face, but if you looked closely, you could see that beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead and his heartbeat was a little faster.

Everyone has their own weaknesses. Ernst asked himself if his weakness was not here, but he was not a man who was as hard-hearted as he was in his previous life and was determined to climb up. In Kjerag, if he wanted to climb up further, he could only climb the statue of the great god Yelagund. And this snow leopard body was still full of blood.

But fortunately, perhaps the presence of the “outsider” Kal’tsit did cause Nasty some concerns, or perhaps Nasty knew that in this situation, teasing the snow leopard was enough. If she really wanted to do something, even without considering Ernst’s opinion, she had to consider what she should do next.

Therefore, before Kal’tsit spoke to help, Nastie smiled, took Ernst’s hand, and skillfully changed the subject, introducing him to a piece of good news that she had carefully prepared for a long time:

“But as a substitute, Mr. Ernst, I have prepared a surprise for you as well.”

Ernst’s heart, which was already beating fast, had no time to rest and calm down before it broke through the underlying code in an instant, ushering in a new era of double speed. He screamed, his tail suddenly stood up, and he almost triggered the passive and jumped up:

“surprise?!”

Kal’tsit, who was next to Ernst, was not in a much better mood. Just hearing the usually serious Nastie utter this word with joy on her face, she felt a chill running from her scapula to her head, her back went cold, her heartbeat became irregular, and she blurted out:

“surprise!?”

Nasti looked at the two people who reacted so synchronously in surprise, and was a little confused:

“Why do you two look so scared? Please don’t worry, I didn’t set up a witchcraft altar array to absorb life force under this building, nor did I place an automatic player of the banshee’s elegy in the sculpture fountain.”

“I just invited someone to Kjerag. She is…my senior. She is more powerful than me.”

Ernst was relieved. It was Nastie’s senior. That’s right. Nastie was a Sarkaz banshee. She was studying to become a designated professional engineer in Tongliao. It was normal for her to have a guide. But I didn’t know what kind of person he was, who was praised by Nastie as being stronger than her? Was he a painter or a rubber?

Ernst patted his chest and let out a long sigh:

“I see. Shelag certainly welcomes anyone with aspirations. May I know the name of this senior?”

Nastie introduced enthusiastically:

“Her name is Lamaren. You can call her Ms. Lamaren. You actually have some connection with her.”

“Fate?” Ernst was a little puzzled. He remembered that he had never heard of this name.

Kal’tsit tugged at the corner of his clothes, as if she wanted to say something, but also seemed to want to stop Ernst from listening.

But it’s too late.

Nastia explained, “She is the mother of Logos. A great witch!”

Before he finished speaking, there were two reflexive sounds, followed by Ernst’s call.

“Ho!” (Cheese Lynx)

“Ha!” (Cheese Ascaron)

“Askalon!” (Cheese Snow Leopard)

It’s like some kind of magical summoning spell!

Chapter 526 Lamaren: Don’t you feel heavy?

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Chapter 527 Plan No. 2 to Resolve Quesatusta

Ernst’s office in the Kjerag Government Building, Tukarim, Kjerag.

While walking back from the World Summit venue, Lamaren kept chatting with Ernst.

The conversation covered a wide range, from why Ernst wanted to help the Sarkaz to the skirt that Aifanil wore as a child, mainly the latter.

“Let me tell you, Alphanil was super cute when he was little. Nastie said you saw him. Was he wearing the clothes I sent him?”

Ernst didn’t know which specific set of clothes Ramalen was referring to, but he felt that Aifanil…Mr. Logos, probably wasn’t wearing any.

After all, when Ernst met him, he was always wearing the uniform of a Rhodes Island elite operator.

Would this disappoint Lamaren? She worked hard to select a small dress and send it to her older daughter who was away from home, but she didn’t appreciate it at all. The new dress that she had sent with such care might have been put away at the bottom of a box somewhere.

Unfilial, unfilial! What a disqualified witch!

What, if Aifanil goes out wearing this skirt, she will not only be disqualified as a banshee, but will be socially dead?

That has nothing to do with Ernst, it’s not Ernst’s clothes anyway. The best way to please a woman older than you is to go along with her. Besides, Ernst really wants to see Logos with long hair and a long skirt. She feels like she will be a “beautiful girl” of the same level as Xi.

As for matters such as the Summit of All Nations and the founding of the Sarkaz nation, Ramalen did ask about them, but she only touched upon them briefly.

She is no longer the Banshee Lord.

Even if Ernst was willing to talk, and she was indeed curious about the specific matters, she would not take the initiative to dig into the details.

Because Aifanil has grown up, he is no longer the child who has to rely on his kind and beautiful mother for help in everything. These are what Aifanil should do.

Before he “abolished the court”, he was still the master of the Banshee Court. In matters concerning the future of the Sarkaz, he needed to take on his own responsibilities, represent the tribe, and make his own choices. Ramalen would help him, but only as a senior, a guide, and a caring mother. She would not make these decisions on behalf of Elfanil.

After asking a few questions from the perspective of an “ordinary Sarkaz” and receiving satisfactory answers, Ramalen stopped asking questions.

Because it was enough. There was a limit to verbal inquiries and answers. She could see the rest with her own eyes. She could read what the Sarkaz living in Kjerag said about this country, read the scenes described by Nastie, and go to Rhodes Island to ask Aifanir for advice.

Of course, she was basically able to determine some answers.

Will the banshee be Ernst’s friend in the future? Ramalen is waiting for Aifanir’s decision, but the banshee will definitely not be Ernst’s enemy in the future, because this is a decision made by [many Sarkaz] that she witnessed with her own eyes.

Back in the office, where there was no traitor and the door was closed, Lamaren wanted to talk to Ernst about something else.

Lamaren sat down on the sofa and took the tea that Lavishini had warmed up and brought to her. She did not drink it, but asked directly:

“I heard from Nastie that Mr. Ernst has some opinions about Quisatusta?”

Ernst glanced at Nastie, who nodded slightly, a little embarrassed:

“I invited Ms. Ramalen to Kjerag for this very reason.”

“I’m sorry that you asked me to participate in the operation against Quesatusta, but I am really powerless.”

Nasti said it sincerely, without any intention of joking.

Of course, she wanted to help Ernst eliminate Quesatusta. This leader of the Absolutioners, the white-horned devil, and the destroyer of ethics had a bad reputation within the Sarkaz. Eliminating him would be a serious act of upholding justice and removing harm from the people. If possible, she would undoubtedly want to blow the bone flute herself to send Quesatusta away happily.

It’s a pity that it can’t be blown.

Her strength is indeed a bit weak.

Nasti’s spell ability cannot be said to be absent, but it cannot be said to be completely present either. In the ordinary Originium Warlock echelon, as a great banshee, she is at least one of the best. She cannot be ranked in the super cup, but she is more than enough to be ranked in the middle cup or the lower cup.

But among the banshees, who are all masters of spells, such as Logos, who is ruthless and can even counter the “life force extraction” that works on lifeless machines at the level of scavengers, Nasti is not ranked at all.

Not to mention that she had been refreshed after coming to Columbia, with all the new points added to science and technology and engineering. If Ernst asked her to curse some ordinary people, she might be able to say “it’s a sure thing”, but the one opposite her is Quesatusta!

One of the demon kings in the history of Kazdel. When the first generation of Unit-1 was alive, his Kazdel was not even conquered by the coalition of gods and people. The legend he left behind even recorded that he used Casimir’s Pegasus golden blood to paint on the wall.

When Ernst asked her to think about how to deal with Quesatushta, Nastie did not speak. Because she had only one question in her mind at that time:

“I beat Quesadashta? Really?”

Even later, when Levi proposed to use “Originium” to trap Quesatusta, Nastie’s first reaction was:

“Ah? Will this… win?”

She is very self-aware. If she doesn’t have the skills, she shouldn’t take on the job. She really doesn’t have the confidence to get rid of an old Sarkaz monster who has lived for hundreds or thousands of years, but she can get help!

Columbia taught me the importance of connections, and I brought my talents back to the Banshee Court!

She couldn’t shake a Banshee Lord like Aifanil, but she could, like the former Banshee Lord Lamaren. The strength of the Lord of the Royal Court was never inferior to that of the Demon King. Throughout the ages, it was not uncommon for the Lord of the Royal Court to assassinate the Demon King. Not to mention that Quesatusta was now a pardoner who had lost the power of the Demon King, while Lamaren was a Lord of the Royal Court with combat power without any additives.

“Ms. Lamaren is a banshee among banshees. Once her elegy is sung, the death of life will come. Compared to me, she may be able to provide more help for your plan.”

Nastie said seriously.

Ramalen said nothing and agreed with Nastie’s statement.

Banshee, banshee, an ordinary banshee, she sings elegies when someone dies, the main focus is on a sense of ritual, and a great banshee like her, when she opens her mouth, the person who hears it had better die quickly, otherwise, he will have to pray that La Marlene will be gentler and more efficient.

Ernst opened his mouth, but finally held back the words that were about to come out of his mouth: “Sing a line for me to hear.”

He was really curious, how powerful must this spell be to make people die after hearing it? Or is it that the banshee is actually a death song, and the elegy is actually called [Requiem], and one big move can kill five people?

But considering his own physical and mental health, he decided not to listen to this song. What if Lamaren is a “soul singer” of another level? How will he view this great witch in the future?

To get back to the point, Ernst was indeed very surprised by Nastie’s “surprise”.

This was the first time he received a real surprise, rather than a scare disguised as a surprise.

The addition of Lamaren can indeed provide a new solution for Quesatusta. Maybe, if Lamaren rushes up with two sisters and aunts with logos, they can directly defeat Quesatusta?

However, the only problem is:

“Would you like to assist us?”

Lamaren smiled slightly. She understood what Ernst meant. She nodded and gave an affirmative answer:

“Of course. I have disliked Quesatusta for a long time.”

This is different from whether the banshees will participate in the Sarkaz nation-building plan. The former requires Logos, the current banshee lord, to make a decision on behalf of the banshee tribe. Ramalen is just a member of the tribe. Whether Logos votes democratically or dictates dictatorship, it has nothing to do with her. At most, she can make some suggestions, and the final right of interpretation belongs to the Banshee Court.

The case against Quesadashta was different.

This is Lamaren’s personal decision, it does not involve the tribe. There is no need to report to Logos, or even let Logos know.

What the banshee group wants to do needs to be discussed and reported for the final decision, but no matter what the individual banshees plan to do, whether it is working, mass-producing banshee kisses on gems, doing civil engineering, drawing blueprints, even if you go to mygo, no one will stop you, and no one has any reason to stop you.

Lamaren’s identity is indeed a little more special than other banshees, but so what, she’s retired! What, she’s not a free banshee?

“Then do you have any specific good method?”

Ernst asked. Ramaleen shrugged:

“It’s not difficult. Just lure Quesatusta out of his lair and I’ll take care of the rest.”

“The Absolver has spells that target souls. Ordinary Sarkaz are indeed difficult to deal with, but the Banshee is also an expert in this area. In Nastie’s words, this is called [Professional Matching].”

Ernst nodded, without asking questions like “How can we lure out Quesatusta?”

Nasti and Ramalen have already provided Ernst with a feasible plan to kill Quesatusta. The remaining problem of how to bring it out is Ernst’s own job.

He could consult Kal’tsit, ask Levi to help him fish, or even send a letter directly to ask Duke Windermere to start from the Duke’s coalition, set up a trap, sell a flaw, and lure the snake of Quesatushta out of the hole. Being able to eliminate a high-level Sarkaz combat force in Londinium would also be beneficial to the Duke’s coalition, so she had no reason not to agree.

There are many ways, they just require in-depth thinking and discussion.

“Thank you very much for your help, Ms. Lamaren. Although I am a little late, but…”

Ernst stood up happily and stretched out his hand towards Lamaren:

“Welcome to Kjerag, I wish you a pleasant experience in the future.”

Lamaren glanced at Ernst’s outstretched hand, was slightly startled, a faint smile appeared on her face under the veil, and she shook it back and said:

“I think so.”