People in Terra, governing a weird little country

There are only two possibilities for Ernst to break the rhythm of the questioner during the conversation and even take the initiative.

Or, Ernst had made preparations in advance, and was fully prepared for his personality, communication methods, and possible topics to discuss, so he could accurately make impeccable defenses and counterattacks for every attack he made.

Or, Ernst is a master whose experience is even better than his.

Considering his age, the second possibility is almost... no, absolutely impossible! Even if he had studied "Speaking" since he was in his mother's womb, he would never be able to surpass me!

Unless there really is someone chosen by God in this world who is born with this knowledge.

In an instant, a thought flashed through Viscount Walton's mind.

Does Ernst really have a title, "Holy Son of Kalan"?

Oh, my God, this can't be true, can it?

"No, no, no, wake up, you don't believe in God, Walton!"

Closing his eyes and quickly clearing the unnecessary thoughts from his mind, Walton's smile was already a little forced.

If it is the first case, then Ernst must have obtained most of his information from Enthiotis, and he is almost transparent to him, while even the Gray Hat finds it difficult to figure out his background. It can be said that both his character and methods are still a mystery.

There is a huge generation gap in intelligence. If you want to gain the initiative, you can only achieve victory by surprise!

With his brain working rapidly, Viscount Walton, with his rich experience, immediately came up with the best way to break the current deadlock. He shook his head at Ernst, and to Ernst's surprise, he denied his answer:

"You are wrong, Prime Minister Ernst. Your speech is indeed wonderful, but I will become your fan before that."

Ernst frowned for the first time. "Oh? Could it be that I have done something to make Viscount Walton notice me in his busy schedule?"

"You are too modest, Prime Minister," Walton said. "You don't know that our respected Duke of Caster particularly loves your works. He used to read your works whenever he had free time. He also recommended it to us ministers at the afternoon tea party and said: I am looking forward to his sequel. Such praise!"

Ernst had already figured out what the "work" Viscount Walton was talking about. Viscount Walton had already revealed the secret:

"Thanks to the Duke, I have also read the History of the Nations of Esler. Your research and speculations on the times of the gods and ancestors are truly admirable. Forgive my rudeness. Before I met you in person, I had always doubted that a person born in a remote place like Kjerag could write such a magnificent work."

"But as the saying goes, seeing is believing. Prime Minister Ernst's talent really shocked me. The reason why I came here to bother you is because I am a fan of curiosity and admiration for the author. I just want to ask you some questions about a few issues in the book."

This angle was quite tricky and was beyond Ernst's initial preparation.

After the official release of Ers, the sales were indeed good, which he knew. After all, the Longmen coins that Linquan Publishing House regularly sent every quarter were not deceptive. And Wei Yanwu did as promised. In the second month after Ers was released, he completed the translation and proofreading, and released other language versions in Linquan Publishing House branches and cooperative booksellers in Victoria, Columbia and other places.

The amount of money paid for his writings did increase, but not by much, and Ernst was not too surprised.

After all, the era in which he wrote was still in the mythological era of Ers’ history, and it was mainly focused on the myths of the four ancient civilizations, without much involvement with Britain based on the Victorian prototype and the United States based on the Columbian prototype.

This does not mean that there are no myths in these two places. Celtic mythology and Indian mythology actually have their own mythological systems, but Ernst is not familiar with them and does not focus on them.

Now, Viscount Walton suddenly mentioned "Ers", which really caught Ernst off guard.

It seems that part of my royalties were contributed by you and Duke of Caster.

Ah this...

Holding the attitude that whoever pays is the father, whoever supports the genuine product is the mother, and readers are my parents who provide me with food and clothing, Ernst felt a little embarrassed.

He couldn't ignore the national interest just for the money from a few books. But if Viscount Walton really wanted to ask him questions from Ers in a roundabout way as a "reader", it would be hard for him to refuse.

However, Ernst was not too worried.

After all, Ers was the author himself. Apart from him, there is only one other suspected human doctor who may know the history of the Earth, and no one knows where the doctor is now. At least when Ernst contacted Rhodes Island last time, Kal'tsit and Amiya did not mention the doctor.

No one knew the truth, and since I wrote the book myself, I had the final say. Viscount Walton's introduction to Ers was just a temporary seizure of the topic, which posed no threat to me and could be taken back at any time.

After sorting out his thoughts, Ernst regained his composure and nodded slightly:

"I see. Thank you for reading Erth, and if you have any questions, I'd certainly be happy to discuss them with you."

“When will Ers be updated?”

Ernst's eyelids twitched.

Damn, you're asking me to submit my manuscript right away. I think you're a bit ungrateful! We have nothing to talk about!

"Just kidding." Viscount Walton laughed. "What I want to ask is that the countries described by Prime Minister Ernst in Ers are obviously based on the countries on Terra. So I am curious, how would you describe Victoria?"

"How to describe the reign of the Red Dragon, how to describe the conquest of Aslan, how to describe the battle of the Four Emperors, how to describe the process of Victoria's rise from an ordinary country to the current hegemony of Terra?"

“What do you think of Victoria?”

Chapter 166: Enchiodis, why don’t you smile?

Rather than saying that Viscount Walton was curious about the subsequent contents of the book, it would be better to say that he was just hinting at it. Even a three-year-old child could see his true purpose.

How do I rate Victoria in Ers?

The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, the divider of Europe and the troublemaker of the world. The reason why the world situation has been so turbulent since the 18th century is always due to its lack of virtue. Even though it has now become the country on which the sun never sets and the shame of two of the five permanent members, the United States, as its juxtaposed father and son, has successfully taken over from it and become a new generation of world tension-making machine.

If we want to make fun of its decline, the biggest irony is to praise it for contributing the most Independence Day holidays to countries around the world.

But just like a coin has two sides, the British Empire once had its glorious times.

The largest empire in human history, with territories spread across five continents and four oceans, and its sphere of influence was everywhere, from the South American rainforest to the Sahara Desert and the distant Siberian snowfields. It did indeed harass, look for trouble, and lay mines and pits everywhere. But no one can deny that the British Empire was the only superpower of that era, and it was precisely because of this that it had the right to command an era of nearly a hundred years in its name, and it has continued to influence the present day - the Victorian era.

This is indeed a difficult question. If we state its advantages, it means ignoring the painful suffering caused by it. But if we only state its disadvantages, it is not in line with reality.

Finally, Ernst chose to answer Walton's question with a clever question:

“Who has the right to define Victoria?”

Viscount Walton was slightly stunned, and then he showed an expression of accepting defeat.

Ernst's answer did not satisfy him, but it was enough to leave him speechless.

Yes, who has the right to judge Victoria?

Was it Victoria's tens of millions of subjects, Victoria's king, or the Duke of Castor to whom he served?

Victoria still exists today. It is not the extinct Gaul where people can dance on its ashes. It certainly cannot have a final verdict.

Victoria can only be shaped, not commented on. After all, in the eyes of these Victorians, the word "great" is too narrow to describe Victoria. In the eyes of those who were trampled under Victoria's feet and crushed into the soil, the word "evil" is too mild to describe Victoria.

"Of course, if you really want to ask about Victoria in my book, I can convey the Narrator's words to you in advance."

Ernst suddenly said, causing Viscount Walton to perk up again.

"Back then, the generals of the British Empire whistled on the decks of their battleships, believing that the empire was like the sun in the sky, shining on this land all the time and lasting forever."

"With the dismantling of the colonial system and the formation of the Cold War, the people who once dominated Britain finally knew."

"All good things must come to an end. Everything must come to an end."

"Although the sun rises brightly, it will eventually set."

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

"Is this the answer he gave you?"

After taking a sip of the red wine in the glass, the Duke of Kaster slightly sideways glanced at the somewhat worn-out "History of the Nations of Ersle" on the table. He remained silent for a long time, as if he was lost in thought.

The British Empire was undoubtedly the name Ernst gave Victoria in his book. As expected, on the battleship deck, there were also weapons such as "high-speed battleships" in the land of Ers.

This further proves that Ers is a science fiction novel, because the difference between fantasy and magic is that science fiction is based on theoretical facts, while magic is based on complete fantasy.

Thinking of this, Kaister couldn't help but smile.

For Ernst, fantasy and reality should be no different. After all, for strategic-level weapons like high-speed battleships, what Ernst wants but cannot obtain is reality, and what he cannot reach is fantasy. There is no difference in essence.

However, although the sunrise is bright, it will eventually set. This sentence is a good warning.

As it is now, Victoria, without a leader, is just a pile of loose sand. Only the emergence of a real brain can lead Victoria to revival again.

Ernst did not comment on the fact that Viscount Walton had a handle on her as she had expected, but he also pointed out Victoria's true situation at the moment. This was also a suggestion.

At least, he was much more sober than those Victorian "pillars" who were intoxicated by the decadence of drinking and feasting.

This is exactly the type that the Duke of Caister favors.

After a long while, she raised her head and looked at Viscount Walton who was standing in front of her.

She did not ask Viscount Walton what he thought of Ernst's words, nor did she make any comments on the "narrator's" comments. She just let out a long breath and showed a smile from the bottom of her heart:

"good."

"I am looking forward to his sequel. Please tell Ernst Shivaash that I hope to take over the publication of the sequel to Ers. I can be responsible for resolving his contract issues with the Longmen publishing house."

"This is not a political solicitation. This is just a fan's wish to do his bit for the book."

As soon as she finished speaking, before Viscount Walton could leave, she suddenly changed her mind.

"No, never mind. You go out and announce the start of the dance tonight. I'll tell him about this myself."

...........

"How's it going, brother? How many guests did you attract?"

As soon as Enthiotis entered the door, Ernst couldn't wait to ask.

Enthyodis was about to show off his achievements when he realized the ambiguity in Ernst's words and immediately glared at his brother who was good at talking:

"It's not like I'm out pimping."

"The harvest this time is quite rich. Several nobles from Recton County, Wessex County, and Cornwall County have expressed their intention to cooperate formally. As long as there are one or two more rounds of negotiations, I am very confident that I can win them over."

Enthyodis raised a smug smile.

"These three counties are all trade transit cities within the Dukedom of Caister. If Kalan Trade can get involved in them, our scale will definitely expand further!"

"By then, will we have enough money to build railways in other places?"

"Yes, we can build a railway somewhere else..." Enthiotis's voice stopped abruptly, and he smacked his lips. "Ernst, you can't build a railway anywhere in Kjerag. You have to consider the geological problems, avalanches, and construction costs. If the maintenance cost of building a railway is even higher than the reduced transportation cost, it's better not to build it."

"However, apart from building the railway, the residents of Kjerag are very scattered. Apart from a few large settlements that have formed towns, the rest of the Kjerag people are almost all scattered in the snowfield. After the railway connecting the territories of the three major families is built, the subsequent railway planning still needs to be carefully considered."

Enthiotis's consideration was very thorough, and Ernst had to nod in approval.

But Enthiotis's next words made him unhappy:

"Besides, Ernst, by the time that time comes, Prime Minister Kjerag might have been replaced."

Enciodis crossed his arms, looking confident of victory.

"As members of the Shivaash family, as long as the outside world views us as close brothers rather than rivals, your reputation will also work on me."

"By then, as your brother, the one who actually funded the construction of the railway for Shelag, and the president of Kalan Trading with sufficient financial support, do you really think you can be better than me?"

Ernst's mouth twitched.

Boss Yin, you think a lot.

Although Ernst had to admit that what he said was indeed true. After this period of relaxation, the reputation that Enthiotis had accumulated on a daily basis did begin to gradually play a role. Although Ernst could still firmly suppress Boss Silver with his reputation as the Son of God and the first Prime Minister, the ordinary people of Kjerag did not have such a clear view and distinction between Ernst and Enthiotis.

In their eyes, Ernst is the Son of God, and Enthiodis is the eldest master of Shivaash and the elder brother of the Son of God. Ernst has been busy with a lot of things recently, contacting the eldest master and the eldest lady of Victoria, and rebuilding Tukarim, but Kalan Trade also recycles the dried pack animal meat that everyone can't finish eating, and also points out a way to get rich for everyone - making a variety of handicrafts and special snacks.

Moreover, there is one thing that Ernst finds hard to surpass Enthiotis in, and that is that Enthiotis really distributes feather beast eggs to the Shelag people on a regular basis.

[Shelagh Strengthening Plan] is a plan proposed by Kalan Trade. Anyone who participates in Kalan Trade's work, from working in a factory to making handicrafts and air-drying pack animal meat at home, or even if you do nothing but rent your home-raised snow mountain pack animals to Kalan Trade, you and your family can enjoy an additional reward of three feathered beast eggs per week in addition to the basic salary.

Although the reward is not much, it is free!

Ordinary people in Kjerag didn't care much about national affairs. They didn't know why Ernst danced on the eggs of the Duke of Windermere, the Duke of Wellington, and the Duke of Castle. In comparison, they preferred Enthiotis to give them all the three stupid eggs of the Duke to cook and eat.

This created a very strange phenomenon. Ernst Shivaash's humanitarian speech spread throughout the land of Terra and won unanimous praise from leaders of various countries (who knows whether it was sincere or false), but Ernst Shivaash's hometown, Shelag, knew basically nothing about it.

Ernst couldn't go and tell all the Kjeragers about it. No one would understand.

If this continues, unless Yelagund shows up every year to boost Ernst's reputation, it is still unknown whether Enthiotis can be canonized as a living saint four years later for "leading his fellow villagers to a well-off life" and thus be on par with Ernst.

I never thought that I would one day see capitalists taking the mass line.

Ernst had a strange feeling for a moment. How should he put it? He could not doubt that Enthiotis was indeed doing good for the Kjerag people and that he was doing a good job. Otherwise, he would have stopped this behavior long ago.

Could this be the “red entrepreneur” that Ernst often heard about in his previous life?

Seeing Ernst speechless, Enthyodis finally felt refreshed! Even his tail stood up like a flagpole!

Ah, how long has it been? As an older brother, I haven’t won for a long time!

The days of being suppressed by Ernst are officially over from today! From now on, I will win, win, win! Always win! Until the winner takes all!

"Dong dong."

The knock on the door came at an inopportune time, interrupting Enchiodis's good mood, which was like wearing new underwear on New Year's Day. He turned around and walked towards the door:

"Which one?"