Deep Sea Hunter, but Deep Sea Titan

Ling said that the environment in the Mountain and Sea Scroll is not completely stable and fixed. If Luo Ting does not deliberately adjust it, the natural environment it presents will change randomly.

If she were to enter a dream within the Mountain and Sea Scroll, she might even be able to glimpse the stories of the giant beasts depicted in the painting.

For some reason, although the other party addressed me as "you, sir," I felt like a junior, listening to advice about retirement and old age.

A long and seemingly endless lifespan may bring troubles, but the natural course of time will also allow these immortals to find a way out.

"So, Miss Ling is using my Mountain and Sea Scroll as a retirement home?"

This strange contrast made Luo Ting both amused and exasperated. Although he was very busy at the moment, once he resolved the crises one by one and understood his obsessions, he would probably also need this kind of "retirement needs".

Luo Ting did envy Ling's lifestyle, but he had unfinished business to attend to; otherwise, it would just be an excuse to escape while living a carefree life.

"It's fine if you think that way, I'll pay the rent just like my sisters."

With Luo Ting's tacit approval, he was ordered to return to the Mountain and Sea Scroll.

"Um, Your Highness..."

Despite the intense study, W's etiquette and word choice actually improved somewhat.

In Luo Ting's memory, this guy usually avoided him like the plague. The fact that he took the initiative to communicate with him in such a humble and docile manner was usually because he was shamelessly trying to get some benefits.

"Look at my explosives, do you think we need to add something? I think what you're missing is definitely not just a figurehead."

W's eyes seemed to say, "Bro, this is my only hobby, just let me have my fun."

"Mercenary, if you can't help wanting to blow something up, just say so. Why drag my needs into this?"

"Besides, you have an unyielding spirit, and even the power of the Military Commission cannot subdue you. Now you're so easily submitting to me and thinking of me in everything?"

If W were simply smoothed out like this, Lotin would feel something was missing. He had never considered eliminating the typical Sarkaz cruelty and madness inherent in W.

It's not about erasing it, but about controlling it.

"You, you're going too far!"

W wanted to continue spewing out some vulgar Sarkaz profanities, but her body had already memorized the phantom pain and fear, so she had no choice but to swallow back these "duds" that were destined not to explode.

Even through the bronze terracotta warrior's shell, W still couldn't see the person's expression. She thought that the person must be very pleased with herself for groveling before her.

W's lips curled into a smile.

The extreme anger and humiliation in his subjective consciousness, the physical pain of the phantom space, and the deep-seated attachment to certain aspects of his current life—such as the time spent with Theresa and the greatly improved material conditions—

These three factors combined left W immersed in a feeling of being worse than dead.

"Your Highness, could you please stop making sarcastic remarks about me in the future?"

"I am completely different now from the mercenary who never received any education."

"I should reflect on myself. You are the demon king of our time, and I should be respectful to you."

W finally couldn't take it anymore, she began to reconcile with herself, and smoothly entered the "ah, it's so good" stage.

'It's not strange or humiliating for the Sarkaz's subjects to show respect to the current Demon Lord, that's true.'

From a realistic perspective, W is indeed right to say that, but it's really just her finding a way to save face, a reason to reconcile with herself, and to stop suffering for the sake of saving face.

If obeying him and becoming the Demon King's standard-bearer would make her life easier, then she should obey.

This development pleased Lotin quite a bit; W was already willing to submit to "Nautilus" as the Demon King, after all, the real achievements of this identity were undeniable.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that W's refusal to acknowledge Theresa stemmed from his pride and his admiration for her—even though Theresa herself acknowledged it.

Then there's no need to rush into further discipline.

"That's a satisfactory answer for me, mercenary."

"Let Nian get you some raw materials; she'll have a lot in common with you."

Luo Ting unfurled the Mountain and Sea Scroll and sent W to find the red-armed, white-haired dragon girl.

"This person has considerable knowledge of explosives..."

It mainly concerns firecrackers, and quite often it's used to prank younger sisters.

"Thank you for your generosity..."

W had never felt so natural and comfortable as she did today. Her principles and self-esteem, which had been strained by blindly following Theresa, finally relaxed at this moment.

"But is it really okay to let Nian and W tinker with explosives together?"

Forget it, they can't possibly blow the Scroll of Mountains and Seas apart, can they?

As long as the place where he uses to store the potion isn't blown up, the tithe collected at the festival is almost causing the system space to overflow. Fortunately, the interior space of the Mountain and Sea Scroll is spacious and safe enough.

Chapter 201: A Friendship Across Ages

When Luo Ting arrived in Shang Shu, it was already the beginning of 1099. He had spent almost half a year wandering around Yan Kingdom. At this time, Yumen had not yet returned to the territory of Great Yan, but was still struggling on the front line of the northern border.

Although the timing of some of the events in Shang Shu differs slightly from the original work that Luo Ting was familiar with, it is still within a reasonable range. Zuo Le, that greenhorn, is really just a greenhorn now, looking like he has only been working for a short time, and his various methods of doing things are quite immature.

Loting believed that this change was also due to his active intervention, just like the Chernobog incident and the Little Hill County incident. Therefore, given that Loting had already significantly influenced the development of the situation in Yan Kingdom, he judged that the leaderless Shan Hai Clan would launch a major attack ahead of time.

"You judge that the Mountain and Sea Clan are Second Brother's pawns, but how could they possibly be worthy of him?"

After Zuo Le was transferred away due to other work at Si Suitai, the chess game he cared about most was Ling.

Few things could make the usually carefree and easygoing Ling say something like, "We must win."

"Without Ya's support, these Shan Hai people are nothing more than ordinary bandits and outlaws."

Having lost Ya, the giant beast, the remaining Shan Hai tribesmen returned to their previous state of being willing but unable to do so.

They couldn't make much of a splash on their own. They could only use the vast, uninhabited wilderness of Terra to deal with the city's garrison, and while the garrison at Yumen was overwhelmed by foreign invaders and evil spirits, they could infiltrate the city and carry out a silent internal infiltration.

“Ling, you guarded the border at Yumen. Let me ask you, how did these bandits you looked down upon wreak havoc on the northern frontier for more than twenty years?”

"They blend in with ordinary people and stab the Yumen garrison in the back when they are exhausted. That's their trick."

Under normal circumstances, Lotin does not tend to wantonly slaughter innocent ordinary Terrans. When he purged the original high-ranking officials of Kazimierz, he did not harm the ordinary residents of the Great Knight Territory. In Londinium, he only killed the fighting army and the mobs bred by the war-torn environment.

Even in the [Conqueror] form, which is fond of killing, Lotin did not engage in extreme, indiscriminate slaughter, let alone in other skins that allow Lotin to maintain a higher level of rationality.

"These little sand bandits are nothing to fear. When I faced the sandstorm and dust in the Horned Camp, I already utterly defeated them."

"According to what you said, it seems quite difficult to truly distinguish between the people of the mountains and seas and the common people."

"But I'm curious, when did you start to value the safety of the people of Great Yan so much?"

Ling then became curious as to why the mere Mountain and Sea Clan could arouse such great interest in Luo Ting. Clearly, "Gonggong" was not an entity that would actively protect the people of Dayan. Therefore, someone must have reached a contract with him after paying a tithe.

"When the chain of trust within a fortress breaks down, and panic sets in, even the strongest fortresses crumble without a fight."

"It was Lord Wei who introduced your sister to me. My intervention to resolve the bandit problem beyond the Great Wall was merely to repay a favor to him."

Luo Ting had noticed that the surrounding natural environment was beginning to degrade, and the green mountains and clear waters of Shangshu and Wuyue were starting to disappear.

Compared to the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, the Jade Gate is not yet at the first line of defense against evil spirits.

The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion, a hundred miles outside of Great Wilderness City, is truly the place most directly threatened by evil spirits.

This is also the place where the Yan people hoped he would use his power over mountains and rivers to build a fortress through the Water Worship Ceremony.

Using autonomous weapons to fight evil in place of humans is a good way to reduce cognitive harm and thus reduce losses.

"But what do the people of the Great Yan Dynasty mean to you?"

"Look at what you're saying."

"Sometimes, I guess it's just because it's interesting. The world is full of such interesting sights and feelings, and I can't bear to let them vanish like a dream."

The meaning of the order is that, in addition to the court's semi-forced decision to have her guard the border based on the strength of the Yan Kingdom, she was also tired of the Jiangnan style and wanted to change her taste. This change of taste, on the contrary, allowed her to witness the strongest and most shining side of the Yan people.

It made her feel that it was worth protecting.

"It's the same reason you keep that Sarkaz girl by your side."

"What did you notice?"

Luo Ting thought that Ling only spent her days drinking and writing poetry, or traveling around in the Mountain and Sea Scroll—after all, in the original story, Wu You also described her as a traveler, but he didn't expect her to be observing the people around him.

“Unlike the two Agor people you doted on, this Sarkaz girl is more like a pitiful child you kept around for fun on a whim.”

It must be admitted that Gonggong's adoration of the two Miss Agor was literal.

“Not at all pitiful, Miss Ling.”

Lotin waved his hand. Laurentina hadn't told him anything special about his situation, which at least proved that W and Nian hadn't blown up the Shan Hai Scroll yet.

"You can say that this brat has a tragic past, but she ended up in my hands because of the life-or-death struggle on the battlefield."

"This involves some exotic stories that you may not be familiar with."

Lotin thought that the changes that had occurred in Kazdel and Lontinim in recent years probably didn't involve Ling, and there was no need to reveal his identity as the Demon Lord of the [Conqueror] layer to Ling.

"She is a trophy that belongs to me, and I choose to polish her according to my own preferences, that's all."

If Luo Ting is satisfied with the result of the polishing, he might eventually cherish her and hold her in the palm of his hand.

Luo Ting quite enjoyed chatting with Ling. As a senior who had experienced a long life, even though Luo Ting didn't understand refined topics, he could still find common ground in the topic of immortal beings. He rarely regarded someone simply as a friend with common interests.

Of course, as a modern person who had completed his university studies before transmigrating, Luo Ting certainly had the basic ability to appreciate poetry, but since he did not graduate from a related major, he did not force himself to be cultured, and at most he would just join in a few words when the drunkard was in high spirits.

"Understand, understand."

Ling had witnessed the true clash of swords on the battlefield while stationed at Yumen. Since the old man said he was a prisoner captured on the battlefield, she didn't comment much, after all, she didn't know anything about the Sarkaz's past.

If we draw an analogy with recruiting enemy generals to surrender, then it makes sense.

However, she believed that Gonggong had a deep connection with the Sarkaz, otherwise, there wouldn't have been a powerful Sarkaz female ghost always hovering around him.

However, in the Scroll of Mountains and Seas, Nian did not immediately agree with W as expected.

"You mean, you learned how to mix explosives without being able to read?"

Nian tried her best to reduce the Shangshu accent in her Yan State Mandarin so that W, a beginner in Yan State Mandarin, could understand her.

"Yes, I know by heart what color powder comes out of each shell."

W said, "I just use readily available high-intensity Originium explosives; I don't need to be literate."

"what?"

W's answer was that she didn't know anything about Originium Arts. Although her powers did not belong to Originium Arts, she had learned and collected a lot of metallurgical and engineering knowledge because of her personal interests. In terms of theory, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was a master of oblivion.

But this Sakazni is different; she directly uses her bare hands to make explosives, embodying a bold and practical approach.

Nian thought it was quite remarkable that this girl had survived and grown to be this big.

"What, is that so strange? Isn't that how we Sarkaz mercenaries all act? We're just worthless lives, if we get blown up, we get blown up."

W recalled the days of taking on orders from Scars Mall amidst the ruins of Kazdel, those times of living on the edge.

She had somehow come to not miss those times at all, not because she had become complacent with her current materially comfortable life, but because Kazdel was rising from the ruins and her longing for a "home" was becoming a reality.

This is why she was eventually able to let go of her stubbornness and finally accept Loting's authority as the devil.

"This is trouble."

Nian was clearly not a teacher. Luo Ting sang W’s tales about explosives to the skies, and she thought she could have a pleasant theoretical exchange. But she never expected that he was a self-taught expert in the field who didn’t even know a single word before and was a shell-picking expert.

"Since you, the Dragon Girl, are living in His Highness's place, why don't you teach me your so-called 'proper methods' as well?"

Having grown accustomed to reading and learning, W felt that since she had the opportunity, learning some more advanced explosives techniques was a worthwhile thing to do. So, quite naturally, she brought up the name of Luo Ting, hoping that this dragon girl, who had also been praised to the skies by Luo Ting, could show her some skills.

"And who are you to him?"

Nian knew the relationship between the two Agorians and Lotin, but she had never seen any intimate interaction between this Sakazni and Lotin.

"The standard-bearer appointed by His Highness."

If it were the old W, she would definitely have refused to learn it out of spite. But the W who has already reconciled with herself doesn't mind showing her submission to the current Demon King to gain more leverage.

"Hey little sister, if I may ask, can you do math?"

"Nonsense, if I couldn't do math, how would I calculate the bounty?"

In W's eyes, being able to add and subtract numbers up to three digits is equivalent to being able to do arithmetic.

From simple addition and subtraction of three-digit numbers to advanced Originium Minecraft, the naive W still has no idea what she is about to face.

Chapter 202: Why Did the Leader Defect to the Enemy First?