I'm in Terra, governing a weird little country.

As for the annual "state-owned enterprise trademark fee" of 500 million, it is nothing compared to the benefits he obtained.

As for what the benefits are...

The Duchy of Windermere, of course.

This was a calculation that Enxiodis was very proud of. His letter successfully tricked Ernst, causing him to misjudge that Enxiodis really had the face to invite the Duke of Windermere. Representatives came to Kjerag.

But in fact, where did he get that face?He just sent the invitation letter widely to all the Dukes in Victoria!

Why the Duke of Windermere agreed, Enthiodis himself didn’t know.But this did not prevent him from being shameless and directly saying "You are too slow!" to Ernst, teasing his good brother once.

I can only say that when it comes to being shameless, the men of the Snow Leopard family are of the same origin!

He spent millions from Ernst in exchange for the opportunity to contact Windermere, which meant that he could use this to open up a larger market in Victoria in addition to Askara County, a market as large as the Duchy!This will further strengthen the power of Kalam trade.

This is a very risky speculation, but for a businessman who is at a disadvantage, there is nothing more adrenaline-fueled than speculation where risks and benefits coexist.

As long as he succeeds, the development speed of Kalan trade will accelerate exponentially, and he will be able to do more things!With Ernst's current strength, there is no way he can compete!

The army is in danger, a general!

Brother Resistance Reduction likes this extreme way of exchanging "defense power -70%" for "super large attack range and super attack power"!

"Let me ask you about the Windermere delegation!"

Ernst's question brought him back to reality. He opened his mouth and looked at the vast mountain road, full of confusion:

"Yeah, what about people?"

Ernst also laughed angrily, took away the crutches given to his elder brother, put them on his knees and banged his knees in two in a [pledge of allegiance] style, and said loudly:

"You're still playing with your crutch here! I'm asking about you!"

Enxiodis also looked confused. He didn't even feel sorry for his crutches that were broken by Ernst. He shook his head:

"I don't know!"

Chapter 49 Holy Son, thank you, Okamon

Kent Windermere felt dizzy.He reached out and rubbed his head, and the warm liquid suddenly made his consciousness sound a harsh warning like a boiling kettle.

After running a party for so many years, he knew exactly what the touch on his hands generally meant.

His thoughts were spinning rapidly with the help of pain. He did not open the thick and warm leather bag immediately, but looked at his daughter beside him through the dim light.

Daphne Windermere's expression was a little painful, and there was a hideous scratch on her arm. Half of the warm liquid that Kent touched was his daughter mixed with it.

But fortunately, it was obviously not a knife or a source stone that scratched Daphne. The debris left behind by the wound proved that it was just an ordinary stone.

Fortunately in misfortune.

Kent Windermere breathed a sigh of relief, then struggled to adjust his posture, took out the warm fur from under his body, and wrapped it around Daphne's arm. After barely stopping the bleeding, he took a deep breath and opened the fur bag.

The biting cold wind blew against his face, and his teeth began to chatter almost uncontrollably. But soon, he discovered that his trembling came not only from the coldness of his body, but also from his current situation.

The beast of burden, which was strong enough to carry four people and a cargo sled, was lying on its side on the snow. The blood and contents flowing out of its abdomen painted an impressionistic painting on the snow.The burly Kjerag man responsible for escorting them was holding a shield in one hand, half-kneeling on the snow, breathing heavily.

There were no enemies around, but there were signs of a battle.

Kent Windermere, whose eyes swept across the battlefield, made an immediate conclusion. He opened his fur bag, got into the snow, looked at Matthon Yeck in the distance, pursed his lips, and raised his head. He raised his hand, and the ring on his ring finger flashed a faint red light.

A sophisticated spell-casting unit, generals like Amfelise would always wear one, which might come in handy when facing assassins.

When she took it upon herself to replace the processed Originium ring originally prepared for her with this ring and wear it as a token of love given to each other at the wedding, Kent Windermere also teased her:

"Isn't this the same as giving a knife to your husband at the wedding? Isn't this too uncharacteristic of the style?"

How did she answer herself at that time?

That image flashed through Kent Windermere's mind.Amfelise, who had never put on a white wedding dress even for the wedding, said firmly: "For me, I gave my second life to you."

He understood what Amfelise said now. She was right. This little ring might really give him a second life at some point.

Catching the black shadow in his eyes, Kent Windermere raised his left hand, and the red light on the ring condensed into a red electric light, which shot straight towards the back of Jiao Feng.

"Crackling—!"

A sound of thunder and thunder exploded in the empty valley. Jiao Feng turned around suddenly, and the heavy shield he waved followed closely with the change in his posture, hitting the figure behind him who suddenly froze and wore a gray windproof hat. .

"boom!"

The heavy shield collided with the hastily raised bayonet, and Feng Hoo's huge force instantly threw the film away, and he fell to the snow, unconscious.

Jiao Feng took a few heavy breaths, then stood up, stepped forward, raised the giant shield in his hand, and wanted to kill the man in front of him.

Kent Windermere stopped him: "Stop and tie him up."

Jiao Feng turned around and looked at the man standing up on the stone. He pondered for a moment, nodded, untied the climbing rope from his waist, and tied the man's hands and feet behind his back.Then he walked towards Kent.

"is that OK?"

"It's okay. It bled a little." Kent shook his head.

Jiao Feng walked to the dead beast of burden and took out a small, twisted stove from the cargo sled scattered on the ground. After checking it, he placed it on the snow and pressed the start button.

The source stone in the inner tank began to gradually heat up, exuding a pleasant temperature to the outside.Jiao Feng waved to Kent:

"Come here, be careful of hypothermia."

Kent nodded, walked towards the beast of burden, picked up the unconscious Daphne, walked to the stove and sat down.

"What happened?" he asked.

Kakumine clicked his tongue, and the rich-hoofed man, who was always gentle and steady in front of Ernst and Enxiodis, had an undisguised expression of anger on his face:

"There is something wrong with your guard. He stabbed the pack animal with a knife on the mountain path! The frightened pack animal rolled down the mountain with me!"

Kent's face darkened, and he glanced at the guard lying in the distance, especially the gray windproof hat on his head, and he already had a guess in his mind.

Should have noticed earlier.The Gray Hats under the Duke of Cester are best at intelligence infiltration and assassination work.

He cursed secretly in his mind.But he also knows that it is really difficult to be on guard against anyone wearing a gray hat at all times.

However, the person who arranged this secret visit was a confidant of the Duke's Palace!

If even he was assassinated here, then there would probably be others around Amfelis...

Thinking of the Duke's secret meeting that was about to be held in Londinium, Kent's heart sank a little more.

If you want to kill me, it means that Amfelise must go there in person.The Duke of Cester has great plans.

He sighed, suppressed the treacherous speculations in his heart about Victoria and Windermere, turned his sight to the present, and asked:

"Then why did he fall down too?"

"Hmph. This is Kjerag." Horn Peak Mathorn cursed disdainfully, and said as if to boast, "He ignored the power of the snowy mountains. A beast of burden, along with three people and a cart of goods, together The yelling and noise as it rolled down the mountain was enough to trigger a small avalanche on a mountain trail that had not been maintained for a long time."

Kent Windermere burst into laughter upon hearing this.

The mole who he had failed to guard against with all his precautions ended up falling into an accident. No wonder the dignified "Caster's Gray Hat" was so weak that he was blown away by a shield.The power of nature cannot be resisted by humans.

It’s probably thanks to the fact that this is Kjerag that this unfortunate miracle can occur.

"Don't be too happy too soon." Horn Peak Matterhorn's voice sounded again, lifting Kent Windermere's heart that had just been put down again. "We are at the foot of the mountain now, and we are all injured. All around us are injured. There is no way up the mountain, and if there is no timely rescue, we will all die of hypothermia within a few hours after the energy of this small stove is exhausted."

Kent Windermere's face turned pale, and he subconsciously hugged Daphne tightly in his arms:

"Doesn't the Kjerag government have any rescue measures? Such as small aircraft, drones, snowmobiles, lifeline ropes, etc."

Jiao Feng Matterhorn shook his head helplessly and asked:

"Mr. Representative, have you forgotten why you came to Kjerag?"

For what?

Kent Windermere's mouth twitched.

In order to participate in the opening ceremony of Kjerag's first train.

Oh shit!

He reached out and smashed the snow.

The things he said were a bit too luxurious for Kjerag. Not to mention Kjerag, who even had only one train. Even on Earth where there were rescue helicopters, rescue in the mountains and ice fields was still a problem. An extremely difficult thing.

"So, Gray Hat didn't choose to attack me directly, but attacked the beast of burden?"

"As long as the beast of burden is frightened and falls off the cliff, no one can save me even if I survive the fall."

"Rather than taking risks and fighting directly on a narrow mountain road, giving me a chance to escape is the real surefire way to kill. There is nowhere to escape."

Knowing this in his heart, Kent closed his eyes in despair.

But Matthorn on the side said with relief: "But there is no chance at all. My boss and my boss's brother will find a way to find us."

Kent opened his eyes suddenly: "What are the chances?"

"Don't worry." Matterhorn said, "Mr. Ernst is the Holy Son, and the great God Jeragond takes care of him."

Matterhorn clasped his hands on his chest and said devoutly from the bottom of his heart: "Patiently pray to God Yelagund for a miracle."

Kent stared at his movements blankly, wanting to curse, but the words came to his lips, but he couldn't.

He could only look at Daphne in his arms, and silently wrapped his fur around her body.

At least let her hold on a little longer.

As for the theory of Yelagund and the Holy Son, he didn't believe it.

...........

The wind and snow were blowing, and the small Source Stone stove that someone cherished tenaciously resisted the invasion of low temperature, showing a compassionate mind and releasing warm energy.

Gradual blood loss and hypothermia brought about a trance. The man named Kent Windermere seemed to see two black clouds turning into two eyes on the sky, and the mountains condensed into a huge mouth, opening toward him. The direction exhaled a warm breath.

The fresh air flew towards him, hovered around him, turned around, and finally carried him, Daphne, and Matterhorn into the wind.Shielding themselves from the biting cold wind around them, they were sent to a strange town.

"and many more."

His spirit suddenly woke up, and the injuries that were difficult to heal on his body and eroded his mind disappeared in the blink of an eye.He looked around suddenly. There were no unnecessary decorations in the simple low-rise bungalow. The open-cut but genuine fur sofa and the frayed edges exposed the logs inside. The unbalanced desk seemed to make a creaking sound. Behind the desk, there is a handsome young man holding an oval-shaped rune stone that emits colorful light in his hand.

It was a picture that seemed extremely harmonious and warm, but also filled with a bit of absurdity.Only the warm fur wrapped tightly around Daphne in his arms reminded him that the desperate situation just now was not a delusion or fantasy.

Kent Windermere, who had been in politics and on the battlefield for so many years and firmly put aside all rumors about ghosts and gods, now had his firm belief shaken.

He thought for a moment, recalling what Matterhorn said a long time ago, imitating clasping his hands together, and said in a bad accent: