Living worse than a primitive crocodile. / Kal'tsit, the one who should feel ashamed is you!

Especially after the transformation from ex-wife to daughter and then to pet, dignity and image have been increasingly lost along with the change in status.

"I'm leaving in six months and won't be back for a long time. I'm going to do some research in other places."

"Kal'tsit, you're lying."

The lie that Theresia told her was not about building a factory.

Rather, it was what the other party referred to as an "inspection"...

I almost forgot, Your Highness possesses the ability to sense other people's emotions...

Ultimately, Kal'tsit chose to continue lying, concealing someone's existence but revealing the truth.

"Alright, I admit it. This investment wasn't because that nobleman had his eye on Kazdel, but because it came at the cost of my freedom. In exchange, I'll be his maid for a hundred years."

"One hundred years!"

Theresia exclaimed in surprise, "In such a long time, you could have given birth to dozens of children."

"It's alright, Your Highness. Although his moral values are somewhat unacceptable, at least his character is trustworthy. Besides, he is our enemy."

Theresia had already imagined a whole drama unfolding before her eyes, and looked at the cat in front of her with teary eyes.

Kal'tsit was not lying; Huang Cao was indeed of good character in theory.

After all, when she lifted her skirt in Eden, she didn't do anything to me, and she didn't even mean it; I was just taking advantage of the opportunity.

It can only be said that most of the schemers on this land are like this.

"Therefore, Your Highness, you must cherish this opportunity even more and be extremely careful. Don't wait until I return to your side a hundred years from now, only to find that this country has already been lost in your hands."

"At the same time, I also need to brush up on my knowledge of you."

Kal'tsit produced a huge pile of books from somewhere; Theresia's level of literacy was indeed rather low.

To truly shoulder the responsibility of leading the nation, one must undergo intensive study.

Although I'm only half as good as him, at least I have a perfect score in theoretical knowledge.

Theresia nodded frantically, unaware that the next six months would be a nightmare she would never forget for a hundred years.

To put it simply, it was under the guidance of this cat.

Now, after more than a year of embroidery torture, Theresia weighs only thirty kilograms.

Six months later, the pink-haired one's weight had not changed at all; in fact, it looked even more haggard.

After all, in the past six months, I have not only had to absorb knowledge every day, but also have to deal with all sorts of strange and unusual exams.

Even though Kal'tsit intentionally increased Theresia's nutritional intake and she ate much better than in the past year, her energy expenditure was also much higher than in previous years.

"Your Highness, please suffer the infamy; I will bear the blame!"

Kal'tsit really went all out, giving them only six months.

Time is tight and the task is heavy, so study like there's no tomorrow.

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Chapter 125: They live worse than cavemen and crocodiles.

Six months later, Kal'tsit, after a period of rote learning, returned to Eden.

Moreover, she encountered a very difficult situation as soon as she returned.

"I see. So that's how you and Miss Lamian are related."

Kal'tsit, who was cleaning the room, couldn't help but complain, "Now the difficulty of the job has doubled."

No, it should be said to be three times, because there are also differences in physical abilities among the Sarkaz.

As a super mature and powerful woman, Lamian's body contains more things than that of a certain lowly Blood Demon.

Therefore, the pollution caused by the flood was significant, leaving Kal'tsit drenched in sweat every time.

"Miss Lamian, does His Highness know what you're doing?"

Although I knew that the Banshee and Eden were practically inseparable, I never imagined that the Banshee Queen would be physically connected to the Huang Cao.

They even share a blanket. Is this what they call "plastic best friends"?

The relationships between women are really as complicated as described in the book...

No, wait, I think I'm a woman too...

Lamian never gave Kal'tsit a kind look from beginning to end, and even often deliberately increased her workload and made things difficult for this green cat.

This was because the Lord of the Royal Court harbored hatred towards the woman before him, after all, the army led by this cat had killed many of his people.

No matter Lamian could not get over this hurdle in her heart; national and personal grievances could not be erased so quickly.

The fact that she didn't pour boiling water on the cat on the spot already shows how self-disciplined she was.

Therefore, it's impossible for him to have a pleasant expression.

Kal'tsit knew that she had indeed done something inhumane in the past, so she could only put on a smiling face and obediently serve her nominal mistress.

Fortunately, Lamian didn't make things too difficult for the cat since it was currently working for her man, but she still felt a strong sense of displeasure.

In response to Kal'tsit's question, Lamian's expression turned hostile. "If what I've done can be called betrayal, then what are you? Isn't His Highness's cooperation with you also a betrayal of the Sarkaz?"

"Acao has never waged war against the Sarkaz, nor has he led a multinational coalition to invade Kazdel."

If Lamian felt a little sorry for her sisters before, that pity has completely vanished from now on.

Lamian cannot accept associating with the enemy who killed her people.

Unless she can lead Kazdel to prosperity and make amends for some of the sins she has committed, her opinion of the cat may not change even slightly.

Even so, it cannot change the fact that Kal'tsit is a sinner.

Speechless after being rebuked, Kal'tsit could only continue sweeping the floor, not daring to provoke the Banshee any further.

I have a feeling that if I keep asking, a scene of nobles punishing maids will soon unfold.

She didn't want to make things difficult for herself.

As evening fell, Kal'tsit, having finished a long day's work, lay in bed, and the day passed peacefully.

To be honest, Kal'tsit's mind had been given a rare moment of relaxation since the signing of the Hundred Years' Slave Treaty.

There were no responsibilities of a Terra firefighter, nor the complexities of dealing with various conspirators; the daily tasks consisted of nothing more than cleaning and cooking.

Aside from occasionally facing some awkward situations, life is alright.

However, it seemed that he had lost all channels for obtaining information. In the vast Eden of Eden, which spanned Kazdel and Victoria, both sides were covered by Golden Giant Tree.

Therefore, the concentration of Originium was alarmingly low. In addition, given the current environment, he had no one he could trust in Eden, making it impossible for him to obtain any information from the outside world.

The feeling that things were suddenly out of control made Kal'tsit feel a little panicked.

However, just a few days later, Kal'tsit witnessed once again someone's ability to manipulate the situation in another country.

One afternoon, having successfully laid telephone lines to the Huang Cao of Sargon, he officially began his plan to dismantle the Gaul colonies.

"Kal'tsit, do you know how to change the political situation of a country the fastest?"

Huang Cao looked at the map of Sargon hanging on the wall, his every move resembling that of a true king, and drew a large circle in a certain place on Sargon with an erasable pen.

"Kal'tsit, what do you think we should start with if we want to conquer the ancient land of Sargon?"

Kal'tsit answered without hesitation, "Humanely exterminate all the vested interests at the top, and then send your own forces to occupy this land."

Undoubtedly, this is the most convenient approach, but how to do it is a complex matter.

"If you were in this situation, what would you do? The Gaul's colony in Sargon is currently living a very peaceful life."

"If it were me, I would probably choose to find Sargon's royal family and use their power to restore Order to this land."

"Kal'tsit said."

Huang Cao shook his head; this was not the answer he wanted.

While this method does have a very high success rate, it also creates problems for the subsequent handling and management of the land.

If he actually did that, the dispute over the ownership of this land and the wrangling with the Sargon Royal Family could continue for years.

"Kal'tsit, this is just a change in name only. Your focus has always been on the top level, and you have long ignored the power at the bottom."

Kal'tsit was a smart woman, and she understood perfectly what Huang Cao was saying. "But that's impossible too. Even if it succeeds, the people of this land won't be able to hold onto the gains."

All the inhabitants of Sargon wanted was to survive. They didn't care how the Noble Lord above them changed, as long as they could live.

The standard of living for the people living in the Gaul colonies was even lower than that of the crocodiles in the rainforest.

Although crocodiles in the rainforest often go hungry, at least one day they will catch prey and be able to eat their fill.

The residents of the Gaul colonies had limited daily food rations, and even getting enough to eat was a problem.

As for receiving medical treatment after falling ill in the civilized world...

Surely no one really thinks that a poor serf with hardly any copper coins could afford medical treatment?

Moreover, slaves living under feudal lords lost their freedom, and in every respect, these slaves were worse off than savages.

"Kal'tsit, in the past you have been too high and mighty, only seeing the stories of kings and generals, completely ignoring the power of the people. So what if the superior bloodlines of this world have good blood?"

"We cannot give up the fight because of difficulties, nor can we give up the fight to save ourselves because of the strength of the enemy. All I need to do is give some help to these poor oppressed people."

"Don't underestimate the power of people; anger at injustice can lead these poor people to break free from their mental siege."

So, Huang Cao made her move.

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Chapter 126 Kal'tsit, you're the one who should be ashamed!

"But this will undoubtedly result in many deaths, and may even lead to their complete annihilation."

Kal'tsit truthfully stated that the other side was merely using these people as tools.

Huang Cao did not refute this, because he could not be as compassionate as those great men.

His ultimate goal was to become the highest nobleman of this land, but at least being the leader himself was better than being the leader of others.

"So that's where my role comes in. If we win, I will guarantee them a good life. They will have freedom and land, and they won't have to worry about food or shelter in the cold winter and summer."

Everything Huang Cao did was for his own benefit, a fact he never denied, but he would never build his own pleasure on the suffering of others.

I'm living comfortably, and you're doing well too, it's just that I'm enjoying it a little more than you are.

"These people only need to give up their lives and their anger, and I will guarantee that their descendants will live a life free from worries about food and clothing. If they are lucky, their descendants will also live a good life in their own time."

Huang Cao added another dot to the map.

Everyone wants to get rich quickly, but for long-oppressed serfs, getting rich quickly is never their first choice.

Because their understanding was simply incapable of grasping such enormous wealth, and even if they had money, it would be seized by even greater feudal nobles.

The means of production are an important tool for class division. Both land and farming tools are the foundation for the survival of these oppressed people.

Giving them the will to live is more useful than giving them wealth; it's like giving them hope for life.

Moreover, these lands were not originally Huang Cao. After the rebellion, all he had to do was divide the spoils; he didn't make the spoils himself.

Victoria's experience cannot be applied to other countries; every country on this land has its own unique national circumstances.

Simply copying the rules will only backfire.

The history that Huang Cao learned taught him a great deal, which is the wisdom of the experience of his predecessors.

"You've probably seen this phone before. With it, I can remotely control the Sargon region thousands of miles away and precisely execute every plan against Gaul."

"My plan has succeeded. With just one order, I can make these oppressed and suffering people work for me."

Through Huang Cao's efforts, he has already transported some weapons and equipment to the colonies in Gaul.

Furthermore, by controlling the local economy through fertilizer plants, they successfully blocked the information dissemination channels of these nobles.

What follows is an unprecedented local rebellion.

The fertilizer plant in Huang Cao, as the mastermind behind everything, represents nothing more than an ordinary foreign company.

But in reality, both the fertilizer and the tools for cultivating the land are produced by Huang Cao. Although the land has been given to you, he can firmly control the other means of production for cultivating the land.