As Everyone Knows, Ideals Draw People to One Another / Terra's Succubi Are Making Their Move!

Huang Cao didn't bother making things difficult for the large group of people in front of him. "It's getting late. Why don't we set up a temporary camp and rest for a while, then we can all enjoy this ham together? Judging from your attire, you should all be staff members of the Papal Hall. I feel more at ease having you around."

"Also, just call me Mr. Huang. I am a Utopian who has traveled here, and my companion is a dark-haired woman named Sarkaz."

Andon trembled violently upon hearing the word "utopia."

"Thank you for your kindness. I'm truly sorry to have troubled you."

Huang Cao led the four people back to the camp, and from afar they could hear Arturo playing her violin.

"What beautiful music!"

Several women, including Lemia, couldn't help but applaud after Arturo finished playing.

"Hello visitors, welcome!"

Arturo spoke in a gentle tone, like the hostess of the camp.

Then came another round of self-introductions, and within a few minutes, the girls had quickly become close friends.

Andon accompanied Master Huang to the food preparation area to help prepare tonight's dinner.

"Mr. Andon seems to have something to say to me."

Huang Cao submerged the ham in the pot in water, then looked at the four girls in the distance, and then at Andon.

Andon is a rather complex person, but unfortunately, it's quite unfair to others.

It almost ruined a girl's life.

"I would like to ask you, sir, what kind of world is Utopia?"

"A beautiful world that should never have existed in this world, an ideal society that exists almost exclusively in the minds of those in power."

"But why does the world need to use war and aggression to achieve its envisioned ideals?"

"Because this land is too cruel, a world with kind hearts must transform into Great Beast of war; only in this way can the more vulnerable lives be protected."

Huang Cao adds fuel to the fire, her eyes clear and intense, as if she possesses boundless energy and vitality.

Chapter 555 As we all know, ideals attract people to each other.

The stars of the night sky shrouded the land like a veil, silent yet full of unknowns.

"Sometimes there aren't that many choices. Even the most powerful people can only rush headlong down a path with no turning back. This world isn't as wonderful as we imagine."

"Also, Mr. Andon, could you lend me a hand? Don't just stand there watching; cut that piece of meat over there."

Startled awake, Andon quickly apologized and then took on the remaining cooking tasks.

Huang Cao clapped his hands, walked into the group of women, and sat down smoothly next to Arturo.

However, aside from Andon, some of these people should have already recognized my identity.

Huang Cao squinted at Mostima.

I've found you, Blue Tongue Angel.

Mostima clearly caught the look in someone's eyes and quickly waved his hand secretly, indicating that he did not intend to expose them.

Just kidding, the other party is practically a king of Terra.

How could Mostima possibly provoke the other party?

The enemy's fighting prowess is beyond doubt; they were the kind of force that had shattered enemy lines on the main battlefields of Gaul.

Lateran was still somewhat inferior to Gaul, and moreover, the other side was an autocratic monarch with ample reason to act arbitrarily.

If you upset the other party, put diplomatic procedures aside for now; at the very least, you'll definitely feel bad afterwards.

Mostima has always been very interested in international affairs, and the guy hasn't changed his appearance yet.

Andon has always been very interested in utopia, and naturally knows Master Huang.

Lemia and Fiammetta currently hold only the position of guards in the Papal Hall, and they are not particularly concerned with international affairs in their daily lives.

Moreover, Lateran's books contain relatively few descriptions of utopia, so unless one specifically seeks them out, very few people would recognize the true face of Master Huang.

So it's normal that we don't know each other.

Mostima, however, was still very curious as to why the King of Terra would come to little Lateran and meet such a beautiful Sarkaz woman.

As a guard, Mostima had already searched on his phone and found out Arturo's basic information and life story almost effortlessly.

Overall, it's perfectly normal, except that Originium Arts are somewhat special and have been marked as "specially protected" by the Papal Hall's system.

Soon, Andon brought out the cooked ingredients, but he kept his eyes on Master Huang the whole time.

"Speaking of which, Captain, why have you been staring at Mr. Huang?"

"Lemia asked."

Andon quickly shook his head. "It's nothing, it's just that this gentleman looks somewhat familiar. He inadvertently reminded me of a friend of mine. I'm very sorry, I was rude just now."

Fiammetta: "Are they really that alike, Captain? You were practically glued your eyes to them just now. The dark-haired lady next to Mr. Huang was getting a little jealous."

Arturo gave a forced smile, then subtly moved closer to Master Huang.

Why does this guy still attract men's attention?

Andon was misunderstood, but strictly speaking, he did indeed crave something.

He was eager to absorb the thoughts in Master Huang's mind and see what was really going on in the head of this founder of utopia.

"Mr. Andon, you told me you had just returned from Iberia. Could you tell me what happened to you Iberia? You seem rather unhappy."

When asked, Andon opened up and recounted his experiences in Iberia.

After arriving in Iberia, this man was verbally abused almost the entire time, and was even pelted with rotten eggs by many people.

Before the disaster, Lateran and Iberia were like brothers.

Iberia made many contributions to the development of Lateran, including but not limited to contributing technology and spreading religious doctrines.

Strictly speaking, Lateran's current international standing is largely due to the influence of the Iberia Peninsula.

However, when faced with disaster, the mutual help and assistance advocated in Laterano Church has almost no effect in their own country.

Countless Iberia and their compatriots offered their support, but unfortunately, not a single potato was delivered.

Even the Lateran government actively distanced itself from the religion, stating that Laterano Church in Iberia was heretical and had been punished by God for its misconduct.

Most Iberia were Laterano Church, and Iberia faith collapsed when they were branded as heretics after the disaster.

In the end, it was Utopia that took over the mess and saved the vast majority of people.

Theoretically, it is indeed a bit much to ask the Lateran to save Iberia, but even if they only provide some basic supplies, they should be able to save hundreds of thousands of people.

A paradise where people have no worries about food and clothing should not be unable to provide even this much food.

It's highly likely that they don't want to be exploited, and even more so, they don't want to get into trouble.

This is incredibly unethical. When Iberia was powerful, it gave Lateran plenty of benefits, but when it suffered disaster, they just kicked it while it was down.

Later, with the help of Utopia, Iberia successfully recovered from the disaster, and Lateran saw that Utopia, whose doctrines were completely different from its own, wanted to annex the country.

The Pope then hastily dispatched Andon to attempt to rebuild the Lateran faith in the country.

Then Andon suffered a terrible fate. From the moment he entered Iberia, he was constantly cursed at. No city wanted to receive this Lateran, and he would be pelted with rotten eggs as he walked down the street.

You are not welcome here!

This was the sentence Andon had heard most often during his month in Iberia.

The physical beatings did not make him feel ashamed or angry; his faith was greatly shaken when he learned from the locals about the practices his country had previously engaged in.

If Lateran truly is a paradise, then why not uphold its own doctrines?

Could it be that all the Lateran scriptures I've been studying are false?

Or is the so-called Laterano Church merely a piece of paper, a fabrication by those with ulterior motives?

If not, why is it Utopia, which Lateran calls its number one enemy, that helps the people of this country escape suffering?

Andon was deeply troubled by this, and confusion overwhelmed him.

He needs to find the answers.

The answer may lie right before him: the supreme ruler of this utopia, the great man who created the greatest paradise on this land.

Mr. Huang, please tell me, how was utopia created?

Why did my country stand idly by and watch Iberia suffer? Is paradise only for us Sarkaz?

Chapter 556 Terra the Succubus Unleashes Her Power!

After listening to Andon's self-explanation, everyone except Master Huang fell silent.

In reality, everyone knew that this was not divine punishment at all, but a genuine accidental disaster.

Being devout in one's faith does not equate to superstition; otherwise, hospitals in Lateran would all be turned into shamanistic practices.

Lateran's faith sustains the entire nation and is an integral part of it.

Lemia and the others were unable to comfort their captain, because Lateran was indeed in the wrong.

Huang Cao sighed, "Actually, in my opinion, your country's paradise can hardly be called a paradise. For example, Miss Fiammetta, based on my understanding of you, you used to be very troubled by why you didn't have a halo and couldn't understand the emotions of the people around you."

Fiammetta bowed slightly, and finally nodded heavily:

"Yes, especially when I'm on missions with the three Sarkaz in the team, I never understand why you guys can accept things so readily, while I can only spin around like a clueless fool. Many times, I wish I could grow a halo over my head and connect with you guys."

Lemia and Mostima were somewhat surprised. The blue-haired angel said, "Wait, Fiammetta, you have this problem? I've never heard you mention it before."

Fiammetta took a deep breath. "Because you are the Sarkaz."

Because we are Sarkaz, we are a race that is naturally capable of understanding each other.

Therefore, there is no need to explain so much.

Everyone fell silent. Except for Fiammetta herself, almost everyone in Andon's squad lowered their heads, a blush of shyness spreading across their faces.

We were so stupid just now.

The question posed is the question itself.

"Therefore, in my opinion, the Sarkaz's paradise is too small to accommodate any race other than the Sarkaz, such as the Sarkaz."

"The Sarkaz, whom you call demons, used to wage wars every now and then to squeeze their living space. Now that Kazdel has been incorporated into Utopia, most of the Sarkaz were wandering abroad have returned to their homeland. How long has it been since you launched a so-called holy war?"

Every word was precious, each point seemingly piercing the hearts of the Lateran people.

But there's simply no way to refute it.

There were indeed holy wars in the past, but since Kazdel was incorporated into Utopia, the Pope has stopped mentioning them.

Because we can't beat them, we really can't beat them.

If Lateran dares to fire a single shot now, Master Huang's fleet will traverse most of Terra and completely conquer this so-called paradise.

"The horrors of Iberia are still fresh in our minds. Every Iberia hates the Lateran. Have you ever truly repented?"

Andon wanted to say something, but remained silent.

He could recite the entire book from beginning to end without missing a single word, but at this moment he couldn't utter a single word of rebuttal.

Because facts speak louder than words, any amount of rebuttal is futile.

The Sarkaz haven't caused trouble internationally for decades, living peacefully within their utopia. The races that had been scattered abroad have also returned at the Demon King's call.

Many Royal Court that were once thought to be extinct have even reappeared.

"How about we eat first?"

Arturo's words broke the silence, and then the others reacted.

Why should we discuss these things? International religious disputes are beyond the control of a few young girls like us.

Eat and drink as you please, and don't think about these unnecessary things.

Arturo volunteered to take on the task of distributing the ham.

"Thank you, Mr. Huang, and Ms. Arturo."

Andon didn't hold back either. After the brainstorming session, even though he only had the well-being of all living beings in his heart, he began to feel hungry.