People in Terra, governing a weird little country

In front of him was a majestic man who looked very familiar.

He was dressed in a bright red aristocratic suit with gilt edges, and a gorgeous plush cloak with gemstones on the collar. The light reflected from the medal on his chest was enough to dazzle people's eyes. The most eye-catching thing was undoubtedly his fluffy long hair as golden as the sun, and the Victorian Imperial Crown on his head with a slightly crooked gem on the top.

Lying on the ground, staring at the figure, the Duke of Caister's eyes were wide open, his mouth opened and closed, but no words were spoken.

After a long while, she suddenly laughed in relief:

"Hahahahaha, my stupid brother, why, are you here to seek revenge on me too?"

"What a pity! What a pity! Windermere and Wellington can still scare me, but your pretentious appearance with the crown on your head can't scare me at all! Do you remember who knocked the crown off your head and threw it into the mud?"

"it's me!"

Duke Caister supported himself on the snow and slowly stood up, his face seeming to have regained his former confidence.

He looked up and down at the silent man in front of him, sneered, and turned to leave.

But the steps of leaving were still a little staggering and urgent.

Suddenly, the man wearing the crown spoke.

"Duke of Caister, is my head there?"

"I chopped off your head!"

Duke Caister didn't even look back, quickened his pace, and tried to leave the area quickly at a speed almost like running.

"I see. My head is in your place."

The man behind him revealed some understanding in his words. Just when Duke Caister thought everything was fine, a golden shadow flashed by and suddenly blocked Duke Caister's way.

The one who came was none other than the Duke of Castres's younger brother, the last emperor of the Victorian Empire, Frederick III...part of it!

Holding the tilted crown with a gem in his hand, Emperor Victoria, who was performing Durarara! of the Headless Horseman at the moment, stared at the Duke of Caster in front of him with non-existent eyes, which made the Duke of Caster feel frightened.

She took two steps back, while the headless emperor in front of her took two steps forward.

She retreated and he advanced.

She retreated again, and he advanced again.

She had no way to retreat, and he had no way to advance.

"What do you want to do?"

Duke Caister, who finally realized that he couldn't escape, asked with gritted teeth.

The headless emperor in front of him seemed to have not heard the Duke of Caster's question at all. He raised the crown in his hand and stretched it towards the Duke of Caster's head.

Looking at this action, Duke Caister's eyes inexplicably showed some enlightenment.

Is he trying to crown me?

He felt a little relieved in his heart. Compared to being chased by Wellington and Windermere, the Duke of Castor felt more at ease when his brother handed him the coveted crown and put it on his head.

The former is still too scary.

She did not run again, but lowered her head slightly and faced the crown.

But when the heavy round object was placed on his head, Duke Caster felt confused.

Why is the crown so heavy?

Why is the crown wet?

Why does the crown smell fishy?

She raised her head and looked at the headless emperor in front of her, trying to find the answer from him.

But when her eyes turned to that person, what was reflected in her vision was not her brother's final appearance, but a face she was very familiar with.

"My head is with you, so your head will be mine."

A very familiar voice sounded in her ears, but this time it seemed several meters away from her.

Duke Caister took a deep breath, raised his hand and touched his head.

It was a brilliant golden mane and a face with distinct wrinkles, a face that she once hated but now dreamed of.

The Emperor's face!

"what!"

With a scream, Duke of Caister suddenly sat up from the bed. The first thing she did when she woke up was to reach out and touch her head repeatedly. That was not all. She turned over and jumped out of bed. Without even having time to put on her coat, she rushed to the mirror and looked at her face.

After a moment, she let out a long sigh.

Huh——she is still herself.

"Your Excellency the Duke?" Upon hearing the noise inside, the guard on night duty immediately knocked on the door and asked.

Duke Caister took a breath and replied, "It's okay, it's just a nightmare."

She sat back on the bed, took a deep breath, and was about to go back to sleep when she noticed a puddle of water in a delicate spot on the sheets.

"I...I?"

Disbelief, disbelief, extreme shame, and finally resignation flashed through his eyes, and Duke Caister covered his slightly hot face.

It seems I won’t be able to sleep tonight. Tomorrow I have to find a way to get rid of this quilt, no, this bed that gives me nightmares, without disturbing anyone!

She did not doubt that this nightmare was caused by someone. There were countless sorcerers on duty at the Duke of Kaster's mansion, and any fluctuations in the Originium skills would attract their attention. The Originium skills that directly affected the Duke of Kaster's bedroom would definitely not escape the blockage of the many magic prohibitions here and the eyes of the Originium sorcerers.

If someone really had cursed her, the guards would have rushed in and taken her to a safe place.

With a frown, Duke Caister seemed to have thought of something. He tiptoed to the door and suddenly opened it.

The guards outside the door looked at the Duke who was going crazy in the middle of the night with a confused look on their faces.

"Your Majesty the Duke?"

"It's okay. Nothing happened tonight, right?" Duke Caister breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn't Windermere or Wellington outside the door.

"No." The guard shook his head.

Duke Caister nodded and closed the door again. After hesitating for a while, he took out a quilt from the closet and slept on the sofa.

Outside the window of the room, in a place where she could not pay any attention, Yaer, who was floating in the air, smiled slightly.

Well, the prank was successful.

It looks like the Duke of Caster had a pretty good nightmare!

The idea is clear!

...........

In the car.

Enchiodis and Ernst were still recalling the appearance of Duke Kaister just now.

"The Duke of Caister seems to be in a bit of a weird state."

"Did the great god Yelagund really appear last night?"

The two brothers were talking back and forth, leaving the driver confused.

What Yelagund, what apparition? What state of the Duke of Caister?

What are you talking about? What happened last night?

She only remembered that she had a good sleep last night and had a big beautiful dream. In the dream, she challenged the avalanche of the Holy Mountain of Kalan alone.

Although the result was that he was buried by an avalanche.

But the feeling of adrenaline rushing and jumping back and forth wildly on the edge of death is really addictive!

If you have the chance, be sure to try the real thing!

On the other side, Yaer listened silently to Ernst and Enthiotis's admiration, with an unfathomable smile on her face.

It was worth his effort.

"I heard that the Duke of Caster had a nightmare last night and wet the bed!"

Yaer said.

Ernst and Enthiotis looked at each other and asked, "Is there such a thing?"

"No way? The Duke wet his bed because of a nightmare?"

"Where did you hear this news?"

Yaer stuck out her tongue and said, "I heard it from the maid this morning."

This is a lie.

But it doesn't matter. Yaer calculated that Ernst and Enthiotis had already left the Dukedom of Kast. Even if they stayed there, such an embarrassing thing could naturally not be verified.

In fact, Yaer certainly knew about this.

The water stains on the Duke of Caster's bed sheets were formed by the quick-melting ice cubes she threw there when the Duke of Caster got up and looked in the mirror!

This is of course not necessary, nor does it have any practical effect. The Duke of Caister cannot even let this matter leak out, otherwise where will she put her old face?

But the behemoth didn't care about that at all.

You don’t say it ≠ you don’t have it.

For Yelagund, being able to direct a play that makes Ernst's troubled people suffer a setback and make Ernst praise it highly is really so so so so - so cool!

PS: This chapter has 5,000 words! It's enough for the brothers! Recently, people in the book review area have been asking me how I feel about being backstabbed. Actually, I think it's not a backstab. I wrote about Rhine Life contacting me in advance, and Casimir and Columbia's checks and balances on Victoria were also written at the beginning of this book. Kjerag spent three years manually assembling a high-speed battleship. This is indeed a bit abstract, but considering that Enthiotis is almost an assembly line operation, it is not impossible. But it doesn't matter, the protagonist will definitely do a bigger job!

Chapter 172 Beach Umbrella Representative: Broken

Sherag, Tukarim.

As Ernst changed trains, he felt a sudden sense of relief.

This special train of Kjerag is no longer like it was when it was first built, empty all day long, traveling back and forth across the snowy fields.

The car was bustling with people from Columbia Rhine Life, some scientists from all over Terra who came here on their own initiative after learning that Rhine Life was building the "Dome Research Station Project" in Kjerag, caravans traveling between the Dukedom of Windermere and the Dukedom of Wellington, and tourists who were curious about this snowy country.

They came to these mountains with their own wishes, and looking out from the windows of the train, all they saw was Yelagund covered in silver.

Well, according to Kjerag's legend, Yelagund is the foundation of these mountains. His body turned into mountains, his tears turned into the Silver Heart Lake, his breath turned into clouds and wind, and his will protects the people who grow up on this land.

So, to put it in a roundabout way, if you look up at the rolling hills of Kjerag, you are actually looking at Yelagund.

“So, in Kjerag’s legend, Yelagund exists in this form?”

A scientist wearing a badge of the Colombian Beach Umbrella Biotechnology Group poked his notebook with a pen and looked at the train attendant in front of him who was introducing him to the customs and myths of Kjerag.

The flight attendant, who was wearing a uniform that was a mix of Kjerag and Victorian styles, smiled and nodded:

"Yes, sir, when you are looking at Lord Yelagund, Lord Yelagund is also looking at you. As long as you pray to Him devoutly, He will bless you with a good holiday."

"I see."

The scientist nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly put down the pen in his hand and asked curiously:

"Actually, I have another question."

The flight attendant bowed politely and said, "Please go ahead."

"You said that the various parts of Yelagund's body turned into everything in Kjerag. Does that mean that your myths and legends actually imply that Yelagund is dead and has been dismembered and used by Kjerag's ancestors?"

As soon as the scientist finished speaking, the carriage fell into a strange silence.

The flight attendant standing in front of the scientist was stunned. A look of helplessness flashed across her face. The next second she seemed to react and her expression became visibly angry.

"how dare you!"

"Lydia." A call and a hand holding the raised arm of the stewardess. The stewardess named Lydia turned around and the person standing behind her was none other than Ernst, Enthiotis and his party who were on the same train.

The one who tried to stop them was Ensiodis. This train was the largest investment that Kalan Trade had made in Kjerag so far. Now that they had finally gotten through the difficult period and the passenger flow was gradually increasing, he certainly could not allow the train attendants to commit violence against tourists.

"You go to another carriage first."

Enchiodis looked at the little girl, who was a little angry and whose eyes were filled with tears. He sighed and tried to comfort her gently.

"But he actually..."

"I'll take care of it." Enthiotis nodded, signaling her not to worry, and at the same time slightly turned sideways, revealing the figures of Ernst, Mace and Yaer behind him.