People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Perhaps it was because she had seen the Son of God, or perhaps it was the sense of reliability brought by the mace and the professionalism of the head maid of Manzhuyuan, Lydia pursed her lips, and finally glared at the scientist fiercely, then turned and left the carriage.

At this moment, the Columbia scientist who was sitting motionless in his chair said apologetically:

"I seem to have made that young lady angry."

Enchiodis looked at him, first scanning the work badge on his chest, then his gaze lingered on the Beach Umbrella Group trade representatives for a moment, then he shook his head:

“No, sir. People like you who are entering Kjerag for the first time will have such doubts.”

"But for the Kjerag people, Yelagund is a belief that has existed for thousands of years. He is the patron saint of Kjerag so far, protecting them from natural disasters. Sir, will you allow the Victorians to make presumptuous assumptions about your president in front of you?"

The scientist pondered for a moment and smiled:

"Then maybe I should go and apologize to that flight attendant?"

"No need for that. In her position, she should answer passengers' questions calmly and peacefully. Her behavior of losing control of her emotions is inappropriate. I will punish her later."

Enciotis nodded slightly to the scientist, and then instructed the attendant who had just arrived to fill the vacant carriage:

"Give this gentleman a drink later."

The flight attendant, who didn't understand what had just happened, nodded immediately after hearing the instructions from his immediate superior:

"clear."

Enthiotis nodded to the man again, then turned around and walked back to the seats of Ernst and the other two.

As soon as he got to his seat, Qian, who was sitting in the same row with her, smacked his lips:

"You are really so tolerant? Didn't you hear the conversation between Yelagund and Ernst with your own eyes? You just swallowed your anger and ignored the slander against Yelagund. Aren't you afraid that your God will punish you?"

Enthyodis sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose:

"I can only hope that He won't. With the influx of outsiders, there are countless people who don't know the rules of etiquette. Such offenses will only increase. If the great god Yelagund really dwells on this, then I'm afraid the divine punishment I'll face will be too much."

"Yeragond is not such a stingy god. And what that person said is quite interesting. I have never heard of anyone thinking about the relationship between Yeragund and the Kjerag people from this perspective."

Yaer blinked her eyes, confirming Enthiotis' words as the head maid of Manzhu Courtyard.

Of course, unlike the future that Enthiotis was considering, what Yaer was concerned about was just as He said.

Due to the limitations of the objective conditions in various aspects at the time when the classics were written, as well as the limitations of the cognition of the Kjerag people at that time, there are indeed some contents in the records of Kjerag's mythological books that are easy to be misunderstood.

Now the Colombian was just curious and raised a slightly offensive possibility based on the stewardess's knowledge. But in the future, people might make more interesting guesses based on the classics.

Yelagund.....Oh no, Yaer is quite looking forward to that scene.

As to whether He would be unhappy about this.

He felt that he was quite tolerant. These were just the contents of some classics, which were all written by the Sherag people with admiration and were the product of the innocent words of children. How could He be dissatisfied with this?

Yaer nodded confidently and looked at Ernst beside her.

Ernst put his hand into his arms, obviously, he was confirming Yelagund's meaning. After feeling that the divine stone had not changed for a while, he pulled his hand out, looked at Enthiotis, showed an expression of "I don't know you yet", and shrugged:

"You're the only one who likes to be the good guy, and now you want me to play the bad guy?"

Enchiodis raised his lips and said, "I am the chairman of Kalan Trading. I must prioritize profits. As for matters like maintaining dignity, of course the Prime Minister must personally step in."

"Haha." Ernst rolled his eyes.

This confused Yaer who was standing by.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Ernst turned his head and looked at Yaer beside him, explaining:

"That person was obviously looking for trouble on purpose."

"Beach Umbrella and Rhine Life are absolute competitors in Tremont. The Kjerag Dome Research Station project was contracted by Rhine Life, which of course made Beach Umbrella nervous and dissatisfied. And that person is the representative of Beach Umbrella."

"He openly hung his badge in front of him just to cause trouble. If I'm not mistaken, if Enthiotis hadn't taken action just now, and Miss Lydia had slapped him, he would have been able to walk sideways in Shelagh next."

A representative of a large company in Trimonte, Columbia, had just arrived in Kjerag and was slapped in the face by a Kjerag person just because of his "ignorance as a newcomer". The slap did not hurt much, but if he insisted on making a big deal out of it, it would be extremely insulting.

This incident could become a card for him to negotiate with Ernst later and ask for participation in the Tukarim project.

Perhaps they could not participate in the construction of the dome research station, which was completely led by Rhine Life, but Kjerag had more than just the Matterhorn. They could choose another mountain and open up a research station construction project like "Zenith" or "Vault".

To be fair, this move was definitely not that brilliant. But the beach umbrella representative clearly had a good grasp of the psychology of the general public in Kjerag - you insulted Yelagund, so you also want to hang yourself in the mountains for hundreds of years?

"From this point of view alone, he is definitely not a 'newcomer who knows nothing about Kjerag'. He obviously has a deep understanding of Kjerag and the Kjerag people."

A dragon doesn't have G-spots all over its body... No, the reverse scale. If someone could poke that tiny spot so accurately, Ernst wouldn't believe that he knew nothing about dragons.

Even if the probability is one in ten thousand, he was really careless.

There was a good saying that Ernst said before he traveled through time: Don’t talk nonsense when you are out. If your parents don’t teach you how to be a good person, society will naturally teach you.

"I see." Ya'er nodded in sudden realization and pouted angrily, "Then how do we punish him?"

"It's very simple. First of all, although it's a pity, in order to create an image where everyone in Kjerag is united in pursuit of development, I can't slap my brother in the face." Ernst glanced at Enthiotis, who smiled with some relief.

Aren't you satisfied too easily? How low are your expectations?

Ernst was somewhat speechless and continued:

"I'm not going to change the decision he made. But I can approach it from another perspective."

Ernst raised his hand and pressed the service bell on the table. After a while, the flight attendant came to Ernst.

Ignoring the shocked expression on the face of the young lady who saw her boss, His Royal Highness the Saint Son, the head maid of Manzhu Courtyard, and Miss Jian at the same time, Ernst waved at her and motioned for her to come closer.

"We did this and that and that..."

A few minutes later. Train carriage.

The Beach Umbrella representative, who was a little annoyed because his plan had failed due to the interference of Enchiodis, suddenly heard the car broadcast above his head.

Isn't this the get-off station yet?

"Ding ding ding ding——"

"Hello, everyone. This is the Shelagh Tukarim Express train. I am the crew chief of this train."

"Warm reminder to all passengers: Kjerag is my home, and maintaining civilization depends on everyone. To ensure your travel experience, please do not smoke, chase or fight on the train, and do not bring living things on the train. Please respect the local religious culture and customs of Kjerag, and do not insult, curse or slander Yelagund on the train..."

The beach umbrella representative frowned.

He suddenly looked up, and in an instant, several passengers in the same carriage turned their heads in unison.

Although the voices were not loud, he could still hear the whispers of these tourists from all over the world.

"Hey, it's really uncultured of you to travel and not respect local customs," said a soft female voice.

"That's why they are called Colombians. We Victorians are much more civilized." said a tourist led by the Duke of Windermere, Victoria.

"They drove a flight attendant away, forced their boss to apologize, and even put on the radio to warn others. It's really embarrassing for us outsiders!" said a tourist who also came from Colombia.

"I just saw the label on him. He must be an employee of Beach Umbrella, the one from Colombia!" said a voice "very similar to Ernst".

The beach umbrella representative closed his eyes and covered his ears with his hands.

This is trouble.

Not only did he not have the leverage to negotiate with Sherag, he now had to think about how to eliminate the negative impact this incident might have on the company.

Otherwise, he might be the one to be eliminated.

Chapter 173: Harshly Deducting Hol Haiya’s GPA

Kjerag, Tukarim, government office building.

Although most of the surrounding buildings have been demolished, the government office building still stands here like a nail house in order to maintain the operation of government agencies.

As soon as Ernst returned to his familiar office, he felt a warmth.

With a quick glance, Ernst found Lavshini standing in the corner of the room, her chest heaving slightly, her expression peaceful, and she had obviously fallen asleep.

To be honest, Ernst was curious about this when he first met the sisters Lavishne and Abrana.

How do Vaifan, like Ravshini and Abrana, sleep with such a big thick tail on their backs and such a pair of big horns on their fronts?

The front corners will poke the pillow, and the big tail on the back will push the whole person up, which must be very uncomfortable. Their tails look bald and not fluffy enough, so they can't wrap themselves up to keep warm like Ernst.

Now, the answer is in front of Ernst.

After walking up and looking them up and down, Ernst nodded thoughtfully: "So you guys sleep standing up."

Speaking of which, the light spot on Ravshini's chest is quite interesting. Ernst imagined Ravshini as a "small stove in human form" largely because of the strange light spot on her chest.

How to say it, the small stove also has an outer shell, and it glows and heats up inside, while Lavshini is also wearing a layer of clothes on the outside, and there is a raging fire burning inside her body that cannot be seen.

The small stove was burning processed Originium, so what was Lafshini burning?

"Well--"

Perhaps it was the sound of Ernst opening the door that disturbed her quality sleep, or perhaps it was because, like most people, even if they closed their eyes and fell asleep, if someone was staring at them, they would have some perception. In short, Lavshini let out a moan that made people think about things, raised her hand to rub her eye sockets, and slowly opened her eyes.

"woke up?"

"Hmm...eh?" Rafshini's eyes widened suddenly, and she jumped back subconsciously after being frightened by Ernst's jump scare.

"Oh!"

After a few minutes, Ernst finally managed to comfort Miss Lavishini, whose back of her head had come into close contact with the wall.

Of course, it's comforting...

Ernst looked at the big hole in the wall where the bricks were visible with lingering fear.

Girl, your physique is a bit scary, are you also Superman Waifan?

Luckily you jumped back, if you had just pushed me or bumped into me, then our weird little country Kjerag series would have really come to an end.

"Who told you to scare me?" Lafshini pursed her lips, still feeling a little aggrieved.

Ernst nodded in timidation: "This wave is indeed my fault. But, Miss Lavshini, I just went on a long journey. Do you have to look at me like a dead person?"

"Because Ahmoni said you might not come back."

Ravshini had no intention of hiding anything from Ernst. She immediately told all the gossips about Ahmoni.

"She said you were going to the Duke of Castor, who is a very evil old witch. Once a Philin like you goes there, there is no coming back. You will definitely be eaten up by her."

Well........

Ernst's eyelids twitched.

How should he put it, should he praise Ahmonie for her vivid description of the Duke of Caister, or complain that Ahmonie is a little too pessimistic about her future?

However, it is undeniable that this trip to the Duke of Caster's Palace was indeed extremely dangerous.

Apart from anything else, the Duke of Caster's invitation did not give Ernst enough time to prepare, as can be seen from the fact that he even selected his female companion on the spur of the moment.

For the weaker party, attending the banquet without sufficient preparation is somewhat like the Hongmen Banquet.

I must also thank Yelagund for protecting me from the "occasional cold" that Kent Windermere had suffered on the way there and back.

Speaking of which. Ernst glanced at the office in surprise, then looked at Lavshini and asked curiously:

"By the way, has Holhaiya not come back yet?"

Lavshini's secretary job was a temporary replacement for Holhayya during her return to Columbia. If Holhayya came back, Ernst would definitely let Holhayya come back to work.

It’s not that I don’t like Ravshini. In fact, the human-shaped stove is very efficient at work. What’s more commendable is that she is the rare type who will do whatever Ernst tells her to do and will never ask any more questions.

People like Vina, Xinteleya, and Yaer would question Ernst if he made a decision they couldn't understand or assigned them to do work they didn't understand.

But Ernst didn't know why, but he always felt that Lavishne was "like a trained person." She didn't talk, didn't ask, and just did her job.

This kind of personality is really rare.

But for Ernst, if he were asked to put aside his personal special feelings for the small stove and choose between Holhaiya and Lavshini solely from a work perspective, he would choose Holhaiya.

A secretary who can give valuable advice, share your worries, and even solve your problems is indeed better than a beautiful little stove in human form.

However, what surprised Ernst was that in response to Ernst's question, Lavshini shook her head decisively:

"No, Ms. Holhaiya hasn't come back yet."

"Hmm? Weird?"