Tsundere Is Out of Fashion, Blood Duke! / Little Cat Egg Roll Thinks She Needs to Come Up with an Excuse.

"The Sargol race makes me feel arrogant and ridiculous. They claim to be able to control everything, but in reality, they are already flirting with extinction."

"Therefore, if Iberia, which is strongly bound to this civilization, does not make plans now, it will definitely be affected by the disasters of the ocean in the future, and may even die a more tragic death Sargol."

What Sargol relied on was the superior technology of Pre-Civilization and the excellence of its internal systems.

Even if a disaster occurs, advanced technology can help them survive for a while, at least preventing a complete collapse.

Iberia only received a little technical support from Sargol, and after becoming stronger, it became arrogant and its relations with other countries were not friendly.

"A proud civilization cannot take care of other countries when it is struggling to survive. I have a feeling that Iberia will come to a complete end at the height of its power."

"So you intend to take this opportunity..."

Kal'tsit was a smart woman, but the Master Huang in front of her didn't intend to reveal any more information.

"Let's wait quietly, but it seems I can also get along well with the Sea Creatures in the ocean."

"My advice is that it's completely unnecessary."

Kal'tsit immediately said that she really didn't have much faith in the intelligence of the robot vacuum cleaner.

While robot vacuums are cute, their tendency to crawl around everywhere can be quite annoying.

The worst part is that they will eat your food, which is considered a type of disaster in the ocean.

Although as long as he doesn't go too far, Sea Creatures generally doesn't exhibit strong aggression.

However, some civilizations are so arrogant that they insist on dancing wildly near the bottom line of these creatures.

170

Chapter 170 Arrogance has long since faded from the meta, Blood Demon Lord!

A few days later, at the border of Kazdel in Leithanian.

"He was quite vocal when he got the shot, but he seems fine. Pack up, take off your medals, and head to the front lines."

Warfarin took a deep breath and ran outside the tent for some fresh air.

She never expected that once the war started, all the wounded from the front lines would come to her side.

Suddenly, his makeshift treatment area was overflowing with people, but fortunately, the Sarkaz are a race with strong vitality, and after a flurry of activity, things finally calmed down.

"Should we ask Ah Cao to provide some medical supplies...?"

After finishing her work, Warfarin looked at the earth about to turn to dusk, and her thoughts were caught in a dilemma.

As a doctor, I should, out of professional ethics, do my best to alleviate the pain caused to patients.

But if you make too many demands, won't it cause trouble for your man?

Just as the Blood Demon was getting agitated, Lamian led a squad of guards to transport medicine from the Huang Cao Grass Territory to the front lines.

"Sister Lamian ..."

"Ah Cao is definitely not the kind of petty person."

Lamian embraced Warfarin's petite body.

If Huang Cao's plan could fail because of these small medicines, then he wouldn't need to compete with other countries.

It's harmless; the most important thing is that my wife is happy.

After receiving the medicine, the wounded soldiers in the camp slept well that night.

"However, these medicines are all quite expensive, at least according to the prices listed by A Cao."

Lamian said somewhat awkwardly, knowing all too well how heartless her husband was, as his wife.

These medicines were incredibly cheap in the Eden, but they were a different story outside.

It's not just the price that makes it so appealing, but also its remarkable efficacy, which draws everyone to it.

Huang Cao originally wanted to dilute the drugs before storing them, but this might put Warfarin under moral pressure.

While a profession cannot represent a person's nobility, in popular opinion, some professions do indeed have certain moral thresholds.

How could Huang Cao, a super nice man, not understand Warfarin's principles?

There's no need to fuss over pleasing one's wife, since these people don't really care about their future plans anyway.

After all, it was the civil war, not Kazdel itself, that caused the chaos.

"This is indeed a difficult problem. Over the years, in order to improve people's livelihoods, Her Highness has consulted a lot of information from other countries, including the medicines that have become popular in recent years."

While ordinary people in this country may have a strong will to live, it doesn't mean they won't die.

The quantity of medicine was neither too much nor too little, but it was enough to sustain the frontline's expenses for a month. However, the total value of these medicines outside of Master Huang's territory was at least tens of thousands of gold coins.

This is no small sum. The cost may be low, but the pink-haired one siblings don't know that these medicines are produced by Master Huang.

So at least there needs to be a reason.

As a representative of gentleness, Theresia would always go to the rear with her brother to comfort the wounded soldiers after each battle.

It's not just about stabilizing public morale, but also about showing that the Demon King is always with the soldiers.

As meticulous as she is, she would definitely inquire about the source of these medicines and thank the person who delivered them.

Doesn't that give us away?

"Therefore, eloquence is equally important on the battlefield."

At this moment, Dukare suddenly appeared out of nowhere, followed by Nizere.

Nizere bowed slightly. "Thank you both for saving the lives of these young Sarkaz, even though we are not strictly speaking on the same side now."

Warfarin seemed puzzled, as if she didn't understand the meaning behind the Blood Demon Lord's words.

"Sister Warfarin, actually, the two of them already know about A-Cao's situation, but for now, they don't have any other plans."

Lamian looked at the two ancient Immortals before her, performed an elegant bow, and subtly expressed her respect.

"As expected of Banshee known for her elegance and beauty, we are not without plans, we just don't know what to do."

After saying that, Dukare pulled a large fleshy ball from his pocket, with many small holes on it:

"Although I don't know what an oxygen exchanger is, it's not difficult for me if it's just about getting blood cells to carry oxygen."

A glance at the person next to Nizere Leibai was more than just a difficult task.

You've spent countless days and nights figuring out how to make this thing.

At least when we were resting in the same tent, I saw you working for at least three days and nights.

Under the strange gaze of the King of the Scavengers next to him, Little Cat Roll tried hard not to let his expression fall.

That's true; it's easy to say.

Despite having virtually no medical knowledge, Dukare spent a considerable amount of time and effort figuring out this thing.

If I didn't have an innate and strong sense of flesh and blood, I might not have been able to create it.

Dukare felt that if he only made it for his own race, he could easily complete it, but the problem was that there were more than just Blood Demon on the battlefield.

Kazdel has no Medical Department that store blood, so there is no blood shortage at all.

Because she spends most of her time studying medicine and relies heavily on medical equipment, Warfarin's control over her Originium Arts is not very good.

As for the skilled Blood Demon, they've already gone to the front lines to fight others.

Blood Demon are indeed a race with a relatively low casualty rate, since they are inherently difficult to kill, but this is not necessarily the case for other ordinary Sarkaz.

We've worked together for so many years, please don't undermine me, okay?

Dukare's forehead veins bulged.

"How to use it".

"Warfarin asked."

"Pour the blood that has flowed out into it, and it will be oxygenated again in a few seconds. It also has a filtration function, which can purify the contaminated blood."

"Although this thing looks ugly, it's quite useful, but there's only one. How are we going to clean the inside?"

"Just rinse with water. If you're worried about infection, just get an antibiotic injection. Anyway, it's not my money."

Dukare to the idea that since they were already there, they shouldn't let Mr. Huang's medicine go to waste, didn't care about the cost at all.

"Luckily you're not a doctor, otherwise you might have killed someone who's allergic to antibiotics."

Since things had come to this, they had no choice but to make do. After her break Warfarin plunged back into the operating room.

Dukare said, "I think it's time to bestow a princely title upon Miss Warfarin."

Nizere: "They don't care about your title. They might even become your boss in the future."

Watching the two of them undermining each other, Lamian was also puzzled. When did these two become so lively? Decades ago, they seemed so lifeless.

Could something good have happened recently?

"Perhaps it's because the new generation of Sarkaz has retained many of them."

When faced with questions, Nizere was nothing like the arrogant guy next to him.

He has always been extremely tolerant of younger generations.

The intensity of the war a few days ago was not much different from before, but the number of Sarkaz who survived the battlefield was much, much higher than before.

Although there are still casualties, things are much better than before.

How could this not make these two happy?

171

Chapter 171 Little Cat Roll felt he needed to find a reason for himself.

"Miss Warfarin, thank you so much. I really don't know what would have happened to these wounded soldiers without you."

The next morning, Warfarin, who had just finished an operation, was stopped by Theresia, who had just been withdrawn from the front line, before she had even had breakfast.

Of course, we are currently at war, so no matter how gentle this pink-haired one is, she would never put on a heartwarming act of cooking for him.

However, it's still possible to break apart a compressed biscuit and cook a bowl of porridge, since the stove is right next to it.

Warfarin was able to establish such a disorganized rescue system so quickly thanks to Trump's modernization efforts on the military over the years.

Theresia did not make the mistake of allocating all resources to heavy industry, although Kazdel's cultural level remains low to this day.

However, the literacy rate has increased significantly, reaching at least 60%, which is the passing grade.

Furthermore, she doesn't have that kind of rigid, conservative thinking. As long as the military uses good products, she will generally gradually spread them to the civilian population, and she won't hold onto them herself.

Therefore, the technology for canned food and compressed biscuits has already been well developed in Kazdel.

There are already a few small factories, but they are only the smallest.

It's a bit different from heavy industrial factories; it only has a mere hundred employees.

I don't know how long these canned goods and compressed biscuits will last.

Warfarin didn't feel anything was wrong as she munched on the biscuit in her hand, even though it was indeed quite unpalatable to the naked eye.

But now is not the time to dwell on this; there are no choices on the battlefield.

"Your Highness, this is what I should do. Although I have spent relatively little time in Kazdel in my long life, it is still my homeland."

"I know, Miss Warfarin, that's why I should thank you even more."

Theresia lowered her head slightly, revealing her gentle demeanor as the most tender Demon King.

To be honest, in Warfarin's mind, the woman in front of her was the kind of woman who was fierce when she needed to be, but incredibly gentle when she wasn't.

He showed pity in his eyes when he killed others on the battlefield, but his hands never slowed down even a fraction of a second.

To his companions, this was a display of great poise, but to his enemies, it was downright terrifying.

"But these medicines must be quite expensive."

As Miss Warfarin swallowed the biscuit, Theresia caught a glimpse of some anti-inflammatory medicine on the table.

"This is my private channel, so of course I have to pay for it. My friend is willing to offer a lower price, but so far I'm the one who paid for these first."

Since things have come to this point, and you, with your pink-haired one, have asked, then don't blame me for telling the truth.