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

"The current head of the Brantau family, Ratatos Brantau, offers the highest respect to Yeragond."

She said sincerely, feeling a little flustered at this moment.

According to past practice, the tributes presented by the three major families were either managed by the great elder or handed over directly to the saint, so the tribute she prepared was a comfortable scarf.

It turned out that the saint didn't need this scarf at all. Where could Ratatos find a fur that could wrap such a big stone at this time?

Fortunately, Yelagund seemed to be extraordinarily merciful. Even after the saint took the scarf and observed the Yelagund sacred stone for a long time, without thinking of where to hang it, the old man was still not angry.

He just stirred up a gust of breeze, blew the scarf to the top of the Yeragund sacred stone, and firmly covered it on the top of the stone. He answered the sentence on behalf of Enya:

"Your prayers have reached Yeragond."

Ratatos breathed a sigh of relief, took a step back, solemnly performed a ritual, and returned to her team.

Enya set her sights on the patriarch of the last family.

The girl's eyes met that of her incompetent brother in mid-air, and even people who didn't understand the two of them could still sense the smell of gunpowder in them.

What's more, the disagreement between Saint Enya Shivaash and Shivaash family patriarch Enxiodis Shivaash is actually not a big secret in Kjerag.

She stared at Enxiodis for a moment, as if confirming something, and then raised an undisguised sarcastic smile at the corner of her mouth.

Ernst was right, he did look a little weak and nervous. Normally when I looked at him, he would never have such a big reaction.

Enya thought in her heart, and at the same time silently wished Enxiodis to slow down, it would be best to delay him for a year and a half.

She said loudly according to the process of the ceremony:

"Jeragond gave his bones to the House of Shivaash, causing metal to grow deep in the mountains to forge tools and weapons."

Veins almost popped up on Enxiodis' forehead.

He could guess what Enya was observing just now. She was observing her own state and confirming what Ernst had just said to her.

But Enxiodis had nothing to argue with. He did lose.

After taking a deep breath to calm down, Enxiodis took the knife prepared in advance from Kakumine, stepped forward, bent down, and presented it to Enya.

"I offer weapons of metal to Jeragond, praying for peace in the next year."

"The current head of the Shivaash family, Enthiodis Shivaash, pays the highest respect to Yeragond."

He said solemnly, his piety may not be true, but at least he acted very well.

Enya stretched out her hand, picked up the knife without touching Enxiodis, turned around, and placed it in front of the sacred stone.

"Your prayers have reached Yeragond."

Yeragond's voice sounded again, but he did not stop immediately. Instead, he added pointedly:

"Thank you for bringing me many believers from Victoria."

Enxiodis's bent body shook violently, and his silver-gray eyes looking at the ground widened to the limit.

The unknowing citizens of Shivaash are still cheering for their lord, because Ensiodis is the only one who has received Yeragond's "thank you".

But only Enthiodis and a handful of others could understand the underlying meaning of His words.

Those "Victoria believers" definitely do not refer to the current Victoria employees at the Kalan Trading Headquarters in Tukarim.

He was talking about the "Mountain Snow Ghost" troops.

His reaction speed was much faster than Enxiodis expected!He has already discovered the existence of the Mountain Snow Ghost Troops!

Even if Ernst didn't mess up his plan with a signal flare, even if his plan was implemented smoothly, Ratatos and Aktos were both accused of being traitors who assassinated the Saint, and the Mountain Snow Ghost troops successfully went up the mountain to control the situation. Can't win either.

Because God is watching him.

He could have stopped himself from the beginning, but He did not do so. He just allowed himself to act. Even before the outcome was decided, He might still be watching the progress of this farce with great interest. .

He just safely handed everything over to his real opponent, Ernst Shivaash, and let him defeat him without relying on divine power.

Enthiodis believed that Yeragond was a god and would not be so humble as to work as an intelligence dealer for Ernst.

With a long mixed sigh, Enxiodis slowly straightened up, saluted to the Yeragonde Sacred Stone, turned around and retreated to his own team.

The competition was over and he was utterly defeated.

The opponent's lack of reliance on God destroys his last remaining excuse for self-comfort.

Ernst won resoundingly.

Even if he didn't make a counterattack and draw a list afterwards, it would be difficult for Ensiodis to regain his composure and play against Ernst in a short period of time.

Enxiodis retreated, but Enya did not announce that the Holy Hunting Ceremony had entered its final stage.

She suddenly looked at Ernst beside her, and the two people looked at each other with a clear understanding of each other. The holy bell in Enya's hand rang again, and the beautiful music sounded for the fourth time together with her voice:

“Today, Yeragond gave his heart to the Kjerag government. This heart always beats at the same frequency as the hearts of all Kjerag people, so he made the Kjerag government and the people of Kjerag always unite! "

Ernst, the Holy Son of Kalan, the Prime Minister of the Kjerag government, and the Speaker of the National Assembly smiled and called:

"Lola!"

The only person not present at yesterday's emergency meeting, Kjerag's head of civil engineering and the only distinguished PhD student, responded loudly:

"exist!"

The sound came from behind the crowd, from the edge of the square.

The crowd turned their heads in unison and looked at the Ursus girl.

And Ernst also prayed at this moment:

"I will turn this sincere heart into brilliant fireworks, release the sky that God has protected Kjerag for tens of millions of years, and share with God the joy of Kjerag people at this moment!"

"Lola, light the fire!"

The girl squatted down and opened the lighter she had prepared in her hand. The warm flames touched the lead laid on the ground, and the dazzling flames suddenly rushed down the cliff like a swimming dragon.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Just as much as the anticipation when the rocket was launched, the Kjerag people looked to the sky in surprise or anticipation, and the explosions and fires were expected to come as expected!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Countless fireworks in the image of Yeragond exploded in the sky, a small amount of fireworks in the image of Enthiodis were mixed in, and there were even rarer ones in the image of Actos, Ratatos, and the Holy Mountain of Kalan. The image of Manzhuyuan...

Although the afternoon sky affected the visibility and brilliance of the fireworks to some extent, the Kjerag people who had never seen such a scene were still watching with gusto and cheering!

Even Ya'er, who was hiding behind the sacred stone, couldn't help but poke her head out quietly at this moment, looking at the sky lit up by colorful lights. She couldn't help but cover her mouth, feeling the so-called... The heartbeat accelerated wildly.

Ernst was right, there is no girl who doesn’t like fireworks!

He even forgot to answer the customary words: "Your prayers have reached Jeragond."

He was intoxicated.

"Everyone, after enjoying the fireworks, remember that during the holidays, every registered Kjerag family can come to the Kjerag government in Tukarim to receive the Harvest Festival gifts given by the government, including the Yeragond myth series Window grilles! Dayan couplets! And the limited supply of two kicks!"

Ernst reminded loudly,

"Two Kicks can only be played by children over 12 years old. The user manual will be included!"

"Long live Ernst!" "Praise to Jeragond!" "Long live the Kjerag government family!"

The crowd surged up one after another, cheering endlessly, and Ernst also felt a long-lost sense of satisfaction.

It has to be said that these simple smiling faces are as heart-warming as the top-of-the-line Originium stove.

While Ernst was busy maintaining order at the scene, Enxiodis was also admiring the fireworks in the sky.

Jiao Feng didn't know when he came back to him. The man with thick and thin hooves looked at the sky with an expression full of relief and expectation.

"Boss, fireworks are so beautiful, why don't we import some of them to sell in the future."

"It seems that it can be used for more than just military purposes."

Enxiodis pursed his lips, a somewhat relieved smile finally appeared on his somewhat cold and rigid face, and nodded slightly:

"you're right."

"Ernst does provide a business opportunity for our Kalan trade. Fireworks should be very popular in Kjerag in the future."

...............

At the moment when Kjerag's fireworks are in full bloom, above the wilderness.The Duke of Windermere's messenger finally saw the outline of Liinkaden that he had not seen for a long time.

The steel body of the mobile city crawls on the ground, patrolling Victoria's long border.

The messenger couldn't help but speed up.

A premonition in the dark urged him to deliver Ernst's warning to the Duke as soon as possible.

Chapter 90 How low can the moral lower limit be after the combination of nobles and parliamentarians?

Rooms at the Duke of Cumberland House, Londinium, Victoria.

The grand dukes who overthrew the tyrant gathered in the country's capital to discuss future national policies, make decisions on national affairs, help each other, convey information to each other, restrain each other while working together to safeguard the glory of Victoria, and finally bring this great country to the forefront. Push the country to a greater position!

Of course all this is impossible.

The Duke's secret meeting was actually a formal meeting.All the resolutions to be reached at this meeting have already been approved by a small group composed of several grand dukes.

The Duke of Castor, the Duke of Gaudotin, and the Duke of Wellington. Although this statement is inevitably biased and miscalculated, many people still believe that they represent the strongest in Victoria's politics, business, and military. Big power.

The Duke of Windermere, who has always been upright, is unpopular among the Dukes, even if Amfelise Windermere's strength is not inferior to the weaker Duke Godotin in the Three-Headed Alliance in a strict sense. , and even slightly beyond it, but sometimes, personality and emotion can determine many things.

Rulers are not equal to the state machine. With the combined efforts of countless people, the state machine can reach a point where it almost only focuses on interests and ignores personal emotions, making the most rational decisions, but the ruler cannot.

Doesn't the Duke of Cester in the Three-Headed Alliance know that if he can win over the Duke of Windermere, who also holds the title of "one of the twin swords of the Empire", he will be more likely to overpower the Duke of Wellington in this triangular relationship. Much bigger.According to rational judgment, if the Duke of Windermere is willing to accept the advice of the Duke of Cester and have a good relationship with her instead of remaining neutral, then she will definitely be able to control the huge intelligence network and political affairs run by Cester. Receive more goods in the network of interests.

But because of their personalities, personal emotions, and various limited personal relationships, they both abandoned the plan of "maximizing interests" and chose confrontation.

But that's not surprising.

Just like the artificial intelligence in Ernst's popular science fiction movie in his previous life lamented: "It is indeed a luxury to hope that humans can remain sane forever."

If all the Grand Dukes could focus on the best long-term interests, the words we started with to describe Kent Windermere's good expectations for the Duke's secret meeting might not be just empty talk.

It has been a week since Kent Windermere came to Londinium.

The first wave of messengers he sent back to the Duke of Windermere should have arrived in front of Amfelise, telling the Duke of Windermere the true nature of the secret meeting, who still knew nothing about it.

"What was the issue we discussed yesterday?"