People in Terra, governing a weird little country

So, he had to go, and not only go, but also be prepared.

Enchiodis said seriously, "Ernst, I plan to bring my mace with me when I go to the Dukedom of Kaster this time. What about you?"

Jian is the triple champion of the Casimir Knight Competition and an idol and role model for countless competitive knights. The news of her retirement caused a sensation that year, so much so that fans at home and abroad thought it was a pity that such a knight champion who did not engage in scandals, fan circles, or marketing, and spoke with strength, chose to retire from the stage. This also triggered a wave of "Black Knight commemoration fever."

As a result, several memorial events were successfully held, where people outside the circle would mistakenly believe that the owner of the photo in the frame was dead, and would follow suit to post RIP comments. The Black Knight commemorative dolls, T-shirts and various peripherals were sold out three times.

They may not realize why the Black Knight retired.

Putting all this aside, the Black Knight's strength is completely worthy of recognition. At least, when Enthiotis and Mace first met, she had already fought off several waves of Helmetless Alliance assassins alone, and even broke more than one arrow of the Black Iron Lord.

With her around, Enthiotis would feel much more at ease.

Ernst looked bewildered when he heard this: "What? Do you need to bring more people?"

"What else?" Enchiodis raised his eyebrows subtly. "We are inviting the Shivaash family to the family dinner. According to etiquette, it is best to bring your lover. Madam, if you don't have one, it is best to bring a female companion if you want to be a bodyguard."

"Can I take Jeston? He's pretty strong."

"Are you interested in men?" Enthiotis' eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something surprising.

Looking at the invitation to play chess that was about to come out of his slightly opened mouth, Ernst shook his head quickly:

"No, let me think about it."

Chapter 159: The perfect and elegant head maid!

Human resources is a science. From small matters like who will work overtime tomorrow to big matters like the transfer and promotion of department leaders, the arrangement of human resources can reflect the wisdom of leaders and can also help you accomplish many seemingly difficult tasks effortlessly.

In Ernst's previous life, the most impressive master of personnel management was Liu Bang. This man, who can be regarded as the most famous and outstanding master of personnel management in Chinese history, once boasted to his old enemy's grave: "In terms of planning and winning battles thousands of miles away, I am not as good as Zifang; in terms of stabilizing the country, comforting the people, providing food and supplies, and ensuring the supply of grain, I am not as good as Xiao He; in terms of leading millions of troops, winning battles and taking cities, I am not as good as Han Xin. All three are outstanding people, and I can use them, which is why I can conquer the world."

He was not good at strategies, government affairs, or fighting. Although his military record was not very bad, it was indeed somewhat overshadowed by the famous battles of the King of Western Chu in which he won miraculous victories with a smaller force.

But this did not prevent others from losing all the time, and finally the winner takes all, while Xiang Yu kept winning all the time, and finally lost everything.

Therefore, the role that good human resources management can play is actually far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Of course, having said that, one's own strength is still the most important. Otherwise, even if one boasts about personnel management, it would be impossible for Kjerag to unify the entire Terra with just one village.

However, despite the restrictions, this does not prevent Ernst from making some good personnel arrangements.

For example, this time the Duke of Caster invited me.

Selecting people is a technical job. Most of the time, it is not about choosing the best or the worst, but choosing the most suitable one.

When Ernst learned from Enthiotis that he would bring a female companion, his first response was to Foreign Minister Vina.

This was a very reasonable reaction. Vina had lived in Victoria since she was a child and was familiar with Victorian. Although her family was now in decline, the etiquette of the Londinium nobility was still there. She was also completely in line with the public's aesthetic concept. With a little dressing up, she would be an elegant and popular girl. Paired with Ernst, they were not only a match made in heaven, but also a perfect match. They could fully cope with the level required to attend the banquet, and even improve Kjerag's temperament.

But Vina didn't want to.

Ernst had just mentioned this to her, and Vina shook her head in horror:

"No, no, no, forget it. How about giving this opportunity to someone else?"

Ernst was puzzled.

In the past, when he and Delphine talked about the Duke of Caister, Vina had basically no reaction, and she would even laugh when Delphine told Caister jokes. This is why Ernst put Vina in the group of people who "have no feelings for the Duke of Caister".

But now it seems that this is not the case?

As if she had seen Ernst's doubts and knew that her behavior was a bit too suspicious, Vina pursed her lips and decided to be honest and explained:

"In fact, the Duke of Castle had some conflicts with my father... The reason why I left Victoria was also to avoid the Duke of Castle."

"With your father?" Ernst was stunned and asked in disbelief, "Are you also related to the Duke of Kaster?"

Vina bit her lip, her eyes flickered a little, but she finally nodded: "Yes."

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly widened, realizing the other meaning behind Ernst's words.

"also?"

"Yes!" Ernst nodded, looking somewhat helpless. "I just found out these past two days that the Shivaash family and the Duke of Caister are actually distant relatives. My mother is the Duke of Caister's niece. So if we calculate the relationship, I am her great-nephew."

"Great-nephew...great-nephew?"

Vina's pupils began to tremble with a magnitude of more than ten, and even her voice began to tremble and stutter.

"Yeah, it's incredible, isn't it? I didn't expect it either." Ernst spread his hands, "So, we are relatives. What is the relationship between your family and the Duke of Kaister?"

"Our family..."

Vina mechanically repeated what Ernst had said, her brain already in a CPU-burning state.

Duke of Caster is her father's sister. According to seniority, she should call Duke of Caster aunt.

This is already a very close relationship, but Vina absolutely would never tell this to others!

Just kidding, if Ernst is the great-nephew of Duke Kast, then according to seniority, he should call me cousin!

Ernst was inexplicably a generation younger than me. My boss was actually my relative and was younger than me. I even imagined that I would be registered under the same household registration with him...

It’s better to keep this kind of thing to yourself forever!

"Distant relatives." Vina's expression management reached its peak in an instant, and she answered naturally with a smoothness comparable to Uzi's "I am also Stancon", "We are also distant relatives."

Not seeing any flaws at all, Ernst nodded.

The Duke of Castor has quite a lot of relatives, which fits Ernst's stereotype that traditional European aristocratic families can lay out a flourishing family tree.

Duke of Caister, I didn't expect you to cosplay as Habsburg!

But since Vina has already explained her relationship with the Duke of Kaster, Ernst naturally cannot force her to attend the banquet with him.

Judging from all the conditions, she may indeed be the best candidate, but not the most suitable one.

She came to Kjerag to start a new life just to avoid Duke Kester. If she forcefully brought her to Duke Kester, and if she failed to convince Duke Kester to give up his prejudice against Vina and Vina's family, then this move would disgust Vina and ruin Duke Kester's business. This was a classic example of a saint trying to persuade two people with deep hatred to reconcile.

Ernst would never do such a stupid thing.

Since Vina didn't work, Ernst found Hinterea again.

Although she has no noble status and knows nothing about aristocratic etiquette, Xinteleya has no connection with Victoria's nobility, so naturally she does not have any concerns like Vina.

She agreed without much hesitation at first, but after hearing Ernst say that Enthiodis's guard was a mace, she immediately changed her tune.

"Black Knight, Triple Crown Champion, Boss, you better not let me go."

She knew about the competition between Ernst and Enthiodis. Maybe Ernst didn't care, but Hinterea was a face-conscious person. She couldn't allow the person she loved to show weakness in this invisible competition because of her.

Compared to the Black Knight, she knew neither Victorian etiquette nor the experience of attending the Duke's banquet. To some extent, she was a complete burden. If it was just a simple family banquet, she might happily agree to attend as a female companion, but after knowing that the true nature of this banquet was likely to be a Hongmen Banquet, she immediately gave up.

"I can't do anything. I can't protect you, and I can't fill the void like the Black Knight. I don't want to just stand there and be a vase."

Xinteleya's expression was very serious, not at all her usual lazy and casual look. She refused decisively, without asking Ernst for excuses, but expressed her meaning straightforwardly.

"Maybe you don't care, but my pride won't let me agree. I will continue to improve myself, but for now, boss, you should choose someone who can help you better."

Someone who can help me?

This is easier said than done, but it is not that simple in reality.

Perhaps Holhaiya is very suitable for this occasion, but she is not here. I don't know how the matter in Colombia is handled. A full seven days of vacation is indeed a bit too long for her. When she comes back, she must be squeezed well!

After much thought, Lola and Anmer were to be in charge of the construction site, and Miss Ceylon was suitable, but she was not a government official of Ernst in the strict sense, but a teacher from Xiosta who came to teach. Although she would listen to Ernst, her jurisdiction was not entirely under Ernst. Ernst also had no time to ask Mayor Hermann for his opinion. Joyce was a college student and too taciturn, and the Minister of Finance could not be moved lightly. Latatos also had her own family affairs and the Kalan trade to deal with.

It’s really not an easy choice.

"How about choosing me?"

A figure who had been quite active in recent days pushed the door open and came into Ernst's office.

"The head maid also has the responsibility to protect the Holy Son."

He could understand many technical terms in the Victorian book "Introduction to Mechanics", and his level of Victorian language was so good that even Ernst was dumbfounded. Manzhuyuan was one of the top nobles of Kjerag, and he demonstrated on the spot the Originium skill that could freeze the fire of life on the tip of Ravshini's tail!

The one who immediately arrived at the battlefield was the perfect and elegant head maid of Manzhuyuan - Yaer!

Chapter 160 I Need a Flame Demon Body

Columbia, Tremont, Rhine Life.

Tiptoeing and pushing open the door of the structural department's treatment room, the young researcher Liberi leaned in and looked towards the dark office at the end of the treatment room.

It is now time to get off work. Rhine Life does not have a "wolf-like" overtime culture. The researchers in the structural department have already left their posts. This is the best time for her to take action.

She wants to verify a terrible fact from the computer of her most respected teacher, Parvis, the head of the structural department.

Although this fact had been confirmed by the information she obtained from the mysterious tin man detective, she did not believe it.

She couldn't believe that the Rhine Life she admired, the teacher Parvis she respected, would do such a cruel thing to a child infected with oripathy.

Using the excuse of staying behind during the day to get the identity verification card from Director Parvez, Hemer opened the smart door of the office. Director Parvez had no habit or need to work from home. His computer was lying safely on the desk at the moment, and the breathing light was slowly flashing, like a beast in deep sleep.

Hemer knew the password to the computer, and Teacher Parvez trusted and cared for her very much, and never avoided Hemer when using the computer on weekdays. Now, as long as she walked forward and stretched out her hand, she could open the computer and check everything she wanted to know.

But at the same time, this was also her last chance to retreat.

As long as she lets go, takes a step back, and watches the smart door close automatically, then nothing will happen. Teacher Parvis won't know that her ID card was used once in the middle of the night, nor will she know what her dearest student wants to do. She doesn't have to add any psychological burden to herself. She can continue to be a researcher at ease, complete her tasks seriously, and thrive under Parvis's training until she can stand on her own and become a famous scientist in Tremon.

On one hand, he is jeopardizing his future for a little girl he has only known for a few days, and may even go to jail for exceeding his authority to snoop on confidential information. On the other hand, there is a bright future, striding forward on the road of science, and may even succeed Parvez as the director of the Structural Department and become a scientific celebrity.

This looks like an easy question that any child can do.

If she only considered the interests, Hemer should undoubtedly choose the second one. Even if she simply considered the interests of the Rhine Life organization where she worked, she should still choose the second one.

But it's just like the problem that Ernst has emphasized countless times.

People are not countries, nor are they organizations. The collective will can maintain rationality to the greatest extent after the conflict and balance of the wills of all parties, but individuals cannot.

So, Hemer took a deep breath and took a step forward.

She turned on the computer, skillfully entered Parvis' password, logged into Rhine Life's internal network, moved the mouse to click the search bar, bit her lip, and typed the forbidden word on the keyboard:

"Flame Devil"

This was a betrayal that took place in an empty room, but it was not without witnesses.

Behind Hemer, at the top of the corner of the office room, a modern technology called a camera was flashing a scarlet light, like a pupil, silently watching the lines of subtitles flashing across the lit computer screen, and the researcher standing in front of the computer, his lenses filled with reflections so that his eyes could not be seen clearly.

"You lost the bet, Parvis."

In the office of the director of the Originium Life Science Department, Levi, half lying on a recliner, looked at the figure displayed on the computer in front of him, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Parvez beside him with a hint of sarcasm.

"Your students don't seem to listen to you very much."

Parvis' glasses also reflected the light from the computer screen, and the blocked window to his soul could not reveal any of his owner's emotions. After hearing Levi's words, he was silent for a moment, sighed, turned his head, and a somewhat helpless smile reappeared on his face:

"Never mind, it's just a few packets of black bean tea. I'll just lose to you."

"Can I exchange it for a bottle of Ursus Vodka?" Levi smiled.

Parvis was slightly stunned, then smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, General Director Christen has stipulated that drinking is prohibited in the Rhine Life Laboratory."

"Why?" Levi frowned in some surprise.

Parvis picked up the hot black bean tea on the table and waved it toward the ceiling:

"Because the child longs for the sky. Alcohol, which disrupts rationality, is not suitable for her there."

Levi's face showed some realization.

"In Gagarin's time, the Soviet Union did not allow astronauts to bring alcohol into space."

He murmured to himself, it was a pity that Ernst was not by his side at the moment, otherwise he might have more in common with him.

At this moment, he just picked up the slightly bitter Colombian black coffee on the table, and drank water with Parvis in front of him, and sighed with a little helplessness:

“It is indeed a luxury to expect humans to remain rational forever.”

"What are you going to do with that little girl?" Levi asked curiously after taking a sip of the refreshing drink that made him frown.

Parvis maintained the amiable smile on his face, but his expression was slightly tired:

"According to internal management regulations, I will be given a warning, suspended, my salary will be deducted, I will be criticized, and I will be educated. At least I will be asked to write a 10,000-word self-criticism."

"That's it?" Levi opened his mouth in astonishment, "Your tolerance towards that child is really exaggerated."

You know, in the Soviet Union, sneaking into the leader's office, memorizing passwords and looking up confidential information can be considered espionage. Dear KGB comrades are happy to give her a permanent suite and luxury package at the Siberian Gulag Hotel.