When the Confessarius heard Kal'tsit demanding the tool used to contact His Highness, he was momentarily stunned. How did this person know he carried such a communication device with him? After all, in this world, let alone communication tools that could cross national borders, even those that could span between two mobile cities were quite rare. Otherwise, why would the Messengers spread across the entire continent exist? Was it not precisely because communication between different cities was difficult that they began to be gradually established?
And within the barren interior of Kazdel, such tools were even more pitifully few. Under normal circumstances, they were basically not allowed to carry such important equipment.
"It seems you are very puzzled as to why I would know these things. Then, have you forgotten who planned the theft of Kazdel's very first mobile cities?"
Kal'tsit saw the confusion in these fellows' hearts, and so, in a slightly sarcastic tone, she questioned the man who hadn't yet figured it out. The first batch of mobile cities in Kazdel were dragged back from the borders of Victoria and other nations by her, leading Theresa and the others during the era of the War of the Four Emperors. How could she not know what was hidden inside those mobile cities, or how many important usable supplies existed within them?
Hearing Kal'tsit say this, the Confessarius said nothing more, merely lowering his head to begin contemplating whether he should do as she requested.
"I need to confirm the Covenant before I can decide whether to agree to your demand."
After thinking it over repeatedly, the Confessarius fixed his gaze on that Covenant. He had to be certain that this person wouldn't "tear up the ticket" after finishing her business. Kal'tsit gazed into his eyes for a long time before very carefully tossing the Covenant into the hands of the Confessarius before her.
A layer of faint light separated the two of them, and Kal'tsit herself was unwilling to touch this thing, because her body didn't much like the feeling either. However, she wasn't at all worried that this fellow would tear the Covenant to shreds—not only because it was personally crafted by the Demon King and not easily destroyed, but also because it was their last life-saving straw. If they tore up this Covenant, then Patriot and the others would not easily let these two go just because Kal'tsit stepped in to mediate.
"What do you think about this matter?"
After reading the Court Covenant in great detail, the Confessarius handed it to the Sanguinarch at his side, who was concentrating on recovering from his injuries. He himself had nothing worth objecting to in this Covenant, but he could not make the decision for the Sanguinarch beside him.
After the Sanguinarch read the Covenant, although the expression on his face was somewhat unsightly, he nonetheless signed the Covenant with his own blood. At this moment, he was even more passive than the other fellow because he couldn't even escape; if he didn't sign, was he supposed to wait to be turned into a stone statue standing in Ursus? Fortunately, Her Highness had not written any terms that damaged his interests, nor were there even any terms requiring him not to support Theresis.
Seeing that the Sanguinarch had signed the Covenant, the Confessarius had no intention of putting up a last-ditch resistance and cooperatively signed his own name, even having the soldiers sign as well. Everyone present wrote their names in blood—not for reasons such as a warrior's glory, but purely because there was a lot of blood around them. Which of them didn't have a few wounds on their body? Even if they didn't, they could just borrow a bit from a friend's wound nearby. The boss had already signed in blood; if you asked for a pen here, wouldn't that be a behavior purely waiting for your boss to take his anger out on you?
"Here is the item. I hope you can keep your promise... uh..."
The Confessarius hadn't finished speaking when his arm, holding the item, made contact with the light screen. He felt a scorching heat eroding his body, forcing him to pull his hand back. Turning to look at his arm, it appeared as if it had been burned by a fierce flame, with skin festering due to something. It seemed this thing didn't just affect Blood Demons; it could even affect all Sarkaz, dealing damage sufficient to be lethal.
"Communication code 35335!"
He threw the device toward Kal'tsit, who easily caught it. After handing the Covenant to Patriot, she went to the side alone to "reminisce" with her old friend.
"Your communication channels are as much of a shortcut as ever. Using a discarded communication network—aren't you afraid someone might eavesdrop?"
Before leaving, Kal'tsit left behind a faint remark. She also quite admired Theresis and his lot; this communication channel hadn't been changed for so many years! The main unit of this device was discovered on the mobile cities secretly dragged back from Ursus back then, and the channel was also one that Ursus had discarded.
"Ursus discards at least several hundred channels every year; one never knows when they might be reactivated. Unimportant matters don't require encrypted channels."
The Confessarius didn't care about what Kal'tsit said; most secrets regarding the Sarkaz were transmitted orally anyway, and this device was only for saying inconsequential things. In response to the Confessarius's indifferent statement, Kal'tsit merely shook her head and said no more. Sometimes, it is precisely these small things that can decide the victory or defeat of a battle. But currently, they had no mind to establish a new communication system from scratch; at a time like this, they could only keep everything simple and solve it once the situation stabilized—it was a last resort.
"Sha... sha... sha... who is it!"
After a burst of noisy static, a voice Kal'tsit was incredibly familiar with came from the other side of the communicator—the fellow currently seated in the royal palace of Kazdel—Theresis! Although this was the communication channel between him and his subordinates, he clearly knew that the person looking for him was not his subordinate, but his enemy.
At this very moment, there was other movement beside him, sounding like someone was being tied down and struggling hard to break free from restraints. This fellow was interrogating prisoners in broad daylight? And personally at that? Likely it was those captured Babel intelligence personnel. It seemed he indeed wanted to squeeze out Babel's intelligence. But judging from the current situation, he hadn't interrogated anything of value. Kal'tsit wasn't particularly clear on the reasons for this; perhaps it was a matter of time, or perhaps there were some rules during their calls that she didn't know?
But none of that was important anymore. When she heard Theresis's voice, Kal'tsit felt several sparks of anger rise in her normally calm heart. This fellow had betrayed the trust she and Theresa had placed in him, turning the Kazdel that could have developed a future into this state...
"Who are you? What is your reason for seeking me out? And where is the fellow who was holding this communicator now..."
Seeing that the other side of the communicator hadn't replied for a long time, Theresis asked a string of questions and then waited quietly for the other party to answer him. He wasn't clear on the situation on the opposite side; if the enemy was merely Buldrokkas'tee, it wouldn't have reached the point of that fellow taking out the communicator to find him. Or was their mission completed? But even if they had achieved a great feat, these fellows should have honestly replied to his communication! Or, were they captured alive? Then who was the one who took action? His sister? The Ursus army or the Emperor's Blades? Or some third-party force he didn't know about?
Various conjectures flashed through Theresis's mind, yet what responded to him was dead silence; the other party acted as if they hadn't heard what he said at all. Just as Theresis's patience was gradually wearing thin, the fellow on the other side of the communicator finally spoke—it was the voice of a person who caused him quite a headache.
"What state do you think those subordinates of yours are in, given that I am holding this thing and speaking to you, Theresis?"
It was Kal'tsit's voice! But why would this lynx appear on the soil of Ursus, and even be holding his subordinate's communicator to speak with him? Various conjectures flashed incessantly in Theresis's mind; he began to wonder if he had fallen into a trap meticulously prepared for them by Babel?
"Why are you holding my subordinate's communicator and speaking to me? What ulterior motive do you have? Answer me, Kal'tsit!"