People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Ernst fully understood this person's intention, smacked his lips, and finally looked at Saria:

"What does Rhine Life say? After all, the Flame Demon is their achievement. Isn't it rude not to ask the acting commander's opinion?"

Saria: “I have no objection.”

It’s a bit too quick to agree!

Ernst complained in his heart.

But in fact, Saria really had no objection. Just like the Tin Man, she also wanted to get rid of the trouble of the Balrog as soon as possible.

The pink-haired Sarkaz brought by the Fire Demon was so powerful that even now she still feels a chill down her spine when she thinks of it. This time, Ernst was there to stop him, and President Wilson arrived in time to force him away, but what about next time?

What if the Fire Demon continues to stay in Rhine Life and attracts that guy here again?

It was too late to call for the garrison. Rhine Life could not keep the army stationed for protection for a long time. What's more, there was no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days.

Therefore, it would be better to quickly throw the Flame Demon to someone who is willing and able to accept him.

This person could be a Colombian official, or it could be Ernst who has proven his ability.

Besides, the Tin Man had actually informed her in advance, so this matter was not a secret to her. The other party also offered a price, guaranteeing to make up for the resource consumption and loss of Rhine Life in this experiment.

Seeing that Saria had also expressed her opinion, Ernst finally pursed his lips and nodded.

The Tin Man finally breathed a sigh of relief, although he didn't need to breathe. He extended his hand to Ernst, wanting to shake hands in a cooperative manner. Ernst did not refuse, but while holding the pair of cold mechanical arms, he suddenly spoke:

"I don't know, does the Melander Foundation have a department responsible for trade?"

People can't be cheated for nothing, they have to take advantage of it. You can't make money, but you must not lose money.

The Tin Man was startled, and seeing Ernst's fake smile, he quickly replied:

"Yes, of course there is."

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

It was agreed that a delegation from Kalan Trade would be sent to Colombia for inspection, research and negotiation in the near future. The Tin Man finally got rid of Ernst's clutches and left the Rhine Life building.

Standing under the building, listening to the cries of feathered beasts beside his ears, feeling the breath of the fire demon upstairs and the vibration of the dead soul in his chest, the Tin Man's mood suddenly became cheerful.

He took out the cigar he had been thinking about for hours, lit it, put it in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

This time, he faced the sunlight and blew out smoke rings.

At the same time, he also uttered his inner voice:

"It can be considered as helping you find a good place."

"That's all I can do, my fellow countrymen."

"Welcome back to Terra."

Chapter 203 Ernst: Mostima, give me a smile?

If there is any country on Terra that can compete with Kjerag in terms of weirdness, it must be our God's kingdom on earth, the home of law and order, the city with the most bombings and the lowest crime rate, the best dessert factory in Terra, and the country with the highest eye mask sales - Lateran!

This is not a joke. The country of Lateran is one of those countries on the land of Terra that you just don't mention it, you really don't mention it!

Colombia cannot compare to it in terms of democracy, because it is a real direct democracy. Even if you are an explosion enthusiast who has been in the outside world for at least ten years, in the Lateran, as long as you report it to the Papal Palace in advance, even if you blow up the table where the Pope eats, he will just drop some pearls and won't do anything to you.

In terms of centralization, Ursus is no match. The emperor of Ursus has been a dictator for his whole life, but in the end he had to compromise with the nobles and warlords in the country and set up a State Duma to ease the conflict and check the power. Although courts and procuratorates are basically nothing in the face of power, at least they are still operating normally for ordinary Ursus citizens at the lower level. But Lateran is not interested in these. With a very resolute attitude, it said "NO!" to all these institutions that ordinary people think are indispensable to modern countries.

In the Lateran, there is only the Papal Palace, which is supreme and above all other institutions. The so-called judicial, prosecutorial, diplomatic and other positions are all "department-level" units under the Papal Palace. In theory, the power of the Pope has reached the level that any feudal emperor would drool at.

As for national security, it even achieved the theory that "everyone has a gun, the country will not be in chaos" which Ernst thought was completely nonsense! In fact, compared to the guns and gun licenses that you have to spend money to find a store to buy and find someone to apply for them, the guns in Rutland, the paradise and beacon of democracy in the hearts of some colonists, are even distributed free of charge by the state.

As long as you are of a certain age, have no physical problems, and pass an exam, the national government will arrange for a special department to directly issue you a gun. During this period, the government will even specifically ask for your personal opinion, meet your personal needs, and distribute the gun you like.

In other words, it is not just a theory, but a fact that even a girl who has just turned eighteen can get a "Barrett" or "Fire Kirin" for free as long as she is willing and passes the exam.

Brother, send a sniper!

This was almost completely incomprehensible to Ernst in the past. Not to mention the social unrest and even collapse that might be caused by the normalization of guns and ammunition, just giving everyone a gun... oh no, in Terra, this is called a cannon, giving everyone a gun, how much money would it cost the country for nothing?

Or, could it be that Lateran is actually a super military-industrial complex, that is, the legendary giant corporate regime?

It was not until much later, when Ernst finally brought back a book about Lateran and Sakota from Victoria through the Tokalan trade, that he finally uncovered the mystery of this country that could compete with Kjerag and even not be inferior to him, and gained some understanding of it.

The gun is not a real firearm, but a special staff. Although the bullets it fires look like bullets, feel like bullets, and work like bullets, it is essentially a special spell, a magical secondary creation derived from an upgraded version of the physics of throwing stones.

No, the original version is throwing stones, the second version is bullets, and this should be considered the third version.

On Terra, this kind of gun-staff is an officially licensed gun produced by Lateran, and only the Shakota can use it. Even after hard practice, the effect of other races using guns is far less than one-tenth of that of the Shakota.

So most people in this land are still playing with knives, crossbows and magic.

Ernst originally thought that the designers who created the world view of the game Arknights were just being lazy, but after all this time they actually managed to make it work?

No, this is actually being lazy. Otherwise, why use the word "gun" to cover up the design concept that is essentially a gun?

You put on a magic vest, do you think I don’t recognize you?

"Do I look so unattractive? Or is Mr. Ernst particularly interested in guns and therefore unwilling to talk to a courier like me who doesn't have a gun?"

The blue-haired, hooded Sakta girl spread her hands helplessly, looking troubled.

"If that's the case, then this is really difficult to deal with. How about Miss Death with red hair and burning eyes go back and inform those old guys and ask them to replace an international messenger to find Mr. Ernst?"

The flaming red-haired Liberian girl standing next to her frowned, glared at her companion fiercely, and retorted:

"First of all, I'm Fiammetta, not some red-haired, scorching-eyed god of death. Secondly, Mostima! Be respectful to the bishops of the Papal Palace, and don't address them as old guys!"

"You were yelling yourself," the hooded Sarcotha named Mostima muttered, but his voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Fiammetta to hear.

Fiammetta was immediately dissatisfied and asked, "Where is it?"

"When you heard your code name." After saying that, Mostima winked at her mischievously.

"........" Fiammetta was silent for a moment, and finally sighed with nothing to say, and chose to compromise, "At least not in front of outsiders. Give some face to the bishops in my hometown."

"ok ok~"

After giving a reply that was completely unclear whether it was perfunctory or sincere, Mostima turned his gaze back to Ernst, a satisfied smile on his face, and bowed slightly in greeting.

"Latlante sends the messenger of all nations, Mostima, and this person codenamed Fiammetta, the red-haired, burning-eyed god of death, to greet you, Mr. Ernst Shivaash, the Prime Minister of the ancient country of Kjerag."

"Mastema..."

Ernst looked at the somewhat familiar face in front of him, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen her...or someone who looked like her.

He pondered for a moment, and suddenly said:

"Mastema, can you smile?"

"Are you so overbearing, Prime Minister? The Messenger of All Nations will not accept that kind of business, okay?" Mostima immediately showed a vigilant look, crossed his arms, stepped back, and hid behind Fiammetta, whose forehead was already beginning to show veins.

Ernst put his hand down somewhat awkwardly.

Fiammetta was a little angry: "Don't be ridiculous, Mostima, you can see that Mr. Ernst didn't mean that!"

Mostima then put away the shyness and timidity on his face, restored his usual cold smile, looked at Ernst and said:

"That's why I made such a little joke. Otherwise, Mr. Ernst would always be muttering about guns, and his cold attitude towards me, the messenger of all nations, would almost make me feel inferior."

"I don't think Mr. Ernst would mind?"

Ernst waved his hand.

Mostima looked very familiar to him, but he was wearing a hood and was unwilling to match Ernst's signature grin, so Ernst could only keep his guess to himself for the time being.

As for what that guess is.

He wondered if Mostima was the sister of Angelica, because their faces, eyebrows, and mouths were just like those of Angelica. He knew Angelica. When the server was launched 30 times, Ernst had two six-stars, one was his brother Enchiodis, and the other was Angelica.

He remembers clearly that very unique voice of “leader~”!

However, not being able to confirm whether Mastema was the sister of Angelica did not affect his conversation with Mastema. As a guest, Ernst quickly got into the mood.

"It's all just a joke. I just don't know if the Universal Messenger of Lateran and this..."

"I'm her guardian." Fiammetta introduced herself seriously.

Mostima gave Ernst a look that said, "Just take this seriously."

Ernst nodded.

"The messenger of all nations, and this guardian lady, I wonder what is the matter that you have come to me for?"

"Latlan will send messengers to every country and power. With us, we can ensure that Kjerag can pass on information to the outside world in a neutral manner. It will also allow Kjerag to receive information from other countries more easily and without worries."

Mastema explained.

Judging from her serious expression, this should be the words in the "Universal Messenger Professional Manual".

When she stopped, Ernst nodded slightly and continued:

"anything else?"

"besides?"

Ernst stretched out his hand and pointed at the tall buildings around him:

"This is Columbia. If the Universal Messenger had nothing to do with me, you could have waited until I returned to Kjerag and then found me directly in the government office building. You couldn't have chased me all the way to Columbia just to show me the text you memorized, right?"

Mostima looked at Fiammetta after hearing this. The former smiled and said to Ernst, "Thank you."

She made a bet with Fiammetta, betting on whether Ernst could see that they had other purposes for their visit. Fiammetta was still so stubborn, and as expected, she lost again.

Actually, think about it, the Lateran's messenger from all nations went to Columbia specifically to find Kjerag's Prime Minister. No matter how you look at it, it seems like "no one comes to see you for no reason" is a lie.

However, although Fiammetta lost, she didn’t actually win either.

Mostima's bet was: "Ernst Shivaash will ignore the Messenger of Nations."

Just like most national leaders, they don’t even pay much attention to the Universal Messenger, and probably don’t even think about it in normal times, so most of the Universal Messenger can just open a dessert shop in their local area and it won’t go bankrupt in a short period of time - they are experienced, have plenty of time, and have enough free time.

But when he met Ernst Shivaash, Mostima had changed his mind.

This Prime Minister is somewhat different.

Mostima couldn't tell what the difference was. Maybe it was because he was also very young, even looked younger than herself, and was her "younger brother"?

Putting aside these personal thoughts, Mostima did come with a mission.

She nodded in a good mood and said:

"Mr. Ernst guessed correctly. I do have other purposes."

"I am not a messenger of the nations who is stationed in a certain place. I am a liberal messenger of the nations. In other words, I directly represent the will of His Holiness the Pope."

Mostima paused, and said seriously:

"His Holiness would like to invite you to visit the Lateran."

Ernst raised his eyebrows:

"invite?"

After delivering the instructions, Mostima returned to his light smile and said jokingly:

"Of course it's an invitation. You can also choose to bring your subordinates to travel to Rutland. This opportunity doesn't come often."

"How long?" Ernst asked.

Mostima: "The Pope didn't give a specific time, but I guess it should be as soon as possible?"

It seems that your Pope only gave you one sentence and the rest was left to you to exercise your subjective initiative!

Ernst didn't know where to start complaining. How could such an irresponsible leader be the leader of a country?

Oh, this country is Rutland, that's okay.

He nodded slightly to express his affirmation: "I understand. I will leave after I return to Kjerag to rest."

Mastema smiled and clasped his hands together:

“Thanks for your support.”

Chapter 204 Kal'tsit: You're not going to act anymore, are you? Is there a card in this pool? You'll just draw it?

Columbia, Tremont Junction, USS Rhode Island.