People in Terra, governing a weird little country

These three dukes almost represent three standard answers, but Duke Godottin did not choose any of them.

He chose to let go.

Of course, it doesn’t mean to completely let go and turn yourself into a vase. It means to let go to a certain extent.

He allowed the establishment of municipal councils in each county under his jurisdiction and hardly interfered with the autonomous decisions of major cities. He adopted a tolerant policy towards people of all races and nationalities in the country. He even broke the Duke of Victoria's conservative policy of "expelling the infected" in accordance with the actual needs of economic development and promoted the establishment of [Infected Communities] in many industrial cities.

The city of Karaton where Ernst is now is a city that followed the example of Colombia and established a community for infected people and adopted a tolerant policy towards them.

Of course, it is not to say that Duke Godottin is so progressive. The essence of the parliament is to change the traditional aristocratic model of Castor, where a great nobleman leads many small nobles, into a model where many small nobles argue and vote for orders. Nobles are still nobles, and it is far from being democratic.

Always look at a person dialectically.

At least, the relaxed atmosphere in Caraton City cannot deceive anyone.

After taking a sip of the juice in the cup, Daphne looked around nervously and couldn't help but lower his voice and said to Ernst:

"Are we really going to rest here?"

"Hmm? What's going on here?"

Ernst asked.

"This is an infected community, right?" Daphne really didn't understand how Ernst could be so nonchalant. "It's very dangerous here!"

The infected community, as the name suggests, is home to either the most vicious infected or the lazy low-level hooligans. In the past, Dai Feien would avoid this place even when it was nearby.

As she spoke, she turned her head and looked at Vina beside her, as if to seek support:

"Vina thinks so, right? You were in Londinium before, don't you know how dangerous the infected are?"

Vina's eyelids trembled, and she glanced at Ernst cautiously. After confirming that his expression had not changed, she replied:

"I don't think so."

"Daifen, not all infected people are bad people. Ernst's sister is also infected, but Miss Enshia treats everyone very kindly."

Dai Fen was startled, then he realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly turned around to apologize. But Ernst just shook his head, sighed softly, and said:

"What Dai Feien said is not completely unreasonable."

"People living in the infected community generally have low quality. They do the most tiring and dirty jobs, have no education, and are restricted by poor living conditions. For them, petty theft can even be said to be a normal part of life."

"They are a bunch of straws that fall down when the wind blows. Sometimes, even when there is no wind, they fall down by themselves."

"For this, they may have to thank Duke Godottin, who granted cities independent legislative power, allowing the Caraton City Council to pass the Infected Persons Tolerance Act last year to provide a gathering area for these homeless people."

Ernst's voice suddenly stopped. He picked up the glass on the table, and the bubbling beer made gurgling sounds in the glass. Judging from the quality and taste, although this beer was not high-end, it should not be worth the price.

But who can blame the bartender in this bar for being infected? Ernst looked at the bartender who was well-dressed, elegant, and skilled.

He may have had a distinguished past, and once served as the head bartender at a nobleman's banquet, becoming famous and worth a lot of money. But these things were completely cut off from him the moment he became infected.

This was not an isolated case. Even for Ernst, as Defen said, it was dangerous for him to go to the infected community to drink without any precautions. If he was accidentally infected, perhaps the Kjerag people would not care about this "stone disease", but his future diplomatic work would undoubtedly be more than ten times more difficult.

Both Dai Finn and Vina looked a little confused. They vaguely felt that Ernst had not said something, but seeing that Ernst looked a little disappointed, they didn't dare to ask directly.

After drinking the last sip of the golden wine, Ernst stood up and waved to Daphne and Vina, indicating that they could leave.

The idea of ​​staying here overnight is indeed a bit extravagant. Although he doesn't care much about the "discrimination against infected people" created by Terran life, objectively speaking, the low quality of the infected people does exist.

He could not care, but he couldn't let Daphne and Vina take risks with him. Adults have to be responsible for the people around them.

"Are you leaving?"

A somewhat nervous voice came from inside the store. Ernst turned around, looked at the cute pink-haired film waiter, and nodded.

The waiter Feilin looked a little timid. After hesitating for a moment, he came up and asked:

"Are you noble lords?"

Ernst blinked, pointed at little Dai Fien beside him, and said, "She is."

The film waiter shifted his gaze in surprise and looked at the little girl in front of him who was about the same age as himself, or maybe even a few years younger. After a while, he remembered the purpose of calling Ernst and his group.

She came back to her senses, bowed slightly to Daphne, and thanked him:

"Thank you."

"Why thank me?" Dai Finn frowned in confusion.

"Didn't the nobles pass the Infected Tolerance Act?" She pursed her lips, "You have allowed everyone to have a home in Caraton, so I want to thank..."

"I'm sorry, I'm not a noble here." Dai Finn interrupted the waiter, who was a little at a loss for a moment.

She obviously didn't expect that Daifen was a noble from somewhere else, and thought that Daifen was the daughter of a noble councilor in Karaton City.

But it doesn't matter, and Daphne doesn't care about this little misunderstanding. She asked:

"What's your name?"

The waiter was stunned, hesitating for a while, and then answered fearfully: "Susie."

"You should be going to school at your age."

"I am infected......"

Daphne was speechless.

At this moment, she suddenly realized what Vina meant by "Not all infected people are bad people, some infected people are very friendly to everyone."

It is better to experience it once than to hear it a hundred times.

She glanced at Ernst with a guilty look on her face, then took out a business card from her bosom and said, "I see, Susie, if you need help, you can call this number..."

Halfway through her words, she suddenly realized that the infected person didn't have a phone either. Her hand holding the business card hung in the air, feeling a little awkward.

Ernst finally spoke. He took out a piece of paper from his bosom, and then took out a pen from his breast pocket. He wrote down the address of Shelagh Shivaash's mansion, handed it to Susie, and said:

"If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me."

Susie took Ernst's address in confusion, hesitated for a moment, and then took Daphne's business card. She quickly bowed to the two nobles who were so easy to talk to for some reason, turned around and ran away.

Ernst turned around and looked at the somewhat distracted Dai Feien. He gently rubbed her head and said softly:

"Do not be sad."

"I'm not sad, I'm just a little confused."

Dai Feien himself couldn't really explain what he couldn't figure out.

It might be why a polite girl like Miss Susie was infected, or why Ernst did not refute her in the bar even though he knew that the infected could be good or evil. It might also be why he did not learn about this earlier, and why he did not discuss it with his mother to implement this bill in the Duchy of Windermere.

Ernst did not disturb her thoughts. He just looked at Vina and took her away from here to the core city.

Before leaving, Ernst turned around and glanced at the sign of the bar.

"Green Spark."

Chapter 217 Welcome to Rutland!

In Ernst's previous life, there was a famous German dramatist and poet, Bertolt Brecht, who achieved great success and founded one of the three major performance systems of world drama, the "epic drama", and was hailed as one of the most influential drama theorists of the 20th century.

But for Ernst, the first time he learned about this celebrity was through a poem - "A Worker's Questions on Reading History".

【Who built Thebes with seven gates? The book lists the names of some kings. Did the kings move the stones and bricks? And Babylon, which was destroyed again and again, who rebuilt it again and again? Where did the builders of Lima, the glittering city, live? Where did the masons of the Great Wall spend the night after working all day to build the city wall? There are triumphal arches everywhere in the magnificent Rome. Who built them? Who did the Roman emperors defeat?】

These questions were brief and plain, as if they were indeed uttered by a curious worker. But it was these words that were enough to render speechless many self-proclaimed noble princes and generals.

This poem can also be used on Terra with a slight adaptation.

[Who built the magnificent Londinium? The names of Draco and Aslan are listed in the book. Did the kings move the stones and bricks? And Kazdel, who was destroyed again and again? Who rebuilt it again and again? The construction workers of Lingones, known as the capital of the world, did they also live in the palace? The Great Flame God-killing War that was mentioned again and again, only the name of the real dragon was left. Did he defeat the gods alone? The battle of the four emperors was a huge battle, and the Gaul emperor died in the battle. The queen cried for her. Was she the only one crying? ]

Ernst wrote down the poem and placed it at the head of Delphine's bed.

He did not expect his words, poems, or speeches to have a great impact on this land. After all, personal power has its limits. Sargon's King of Kings and Nightmare Khan fought to the edge of the universe, and the battle was so fierce that the sky and the earth were dark. Now, if Ernst scolded them, would they have any objection? Aren't they unable to even fart?

Ernst could only do what he could, such as educating Dai Finn.

The Duke of Windermere kept her by his side and placed the utmost trust in Ernst, so Ernst naturally returned the favor. He had never been stingy with Delphine.

As long as she is willing to think, willing to learn, and willing to understand things she has never touched before, Ernst doesn't mind being the guide. Although his own level is not very high, due to the different environment and experience gap, he can teach Dai Finn a lot.

It would be great if it could give the future Duke of Windermere a little inspiration.

And Delphine did not disappoint him. Although the incident in Karaton City was just a small episode in this trip to Lateran, it allowed Ernst to see the changes in Delphine.

As long as this change continues, when Delphine grows up, even if he cannot become the next Ernst, he can at least become the Duke of Windermere who is more kind to ordinary people.

For Victoria, who has always been an inhuman person in some inhuman ways, and for the Victorians who lived in that Victoria and had nothing but great wealth and honor or great shame and humiliation in their lives, this is already a good thing, isn't it?

"The certification sent to Lateran has been approved, Ernst. The two Lateran officials I met in Colombia last time will be responsible for our reception."

Vina operated the tablet in her hand and reported to Ernst.

The tablet in her hand was given to Ernst by Rhine Life when she went to Columbia last time. It couldn't even be called a gift, but Saria was annoyed that she had to call Ernst every time she was in the city, which was neither private nor convenient, so she just gave it to him.

Ernst had already played with it in his previous life, and was not that interested in the tablet computer. He just tried it a little and experienced what was special about the Terra tablet computer, then put it aside. Vina was obviously very fond of this electronic product. Unfortunately, she didn't play with it for too long. After she and Ernst returned to Kjerag, the thing turned into a brick.

There was no way around it. The tablet computer that Rhine Life gave me naturally didn't have any standalone games. And Kjerag's network coverage...

All I can say is that the future is promising.

The reason why Vina can be used again now is that although they are now in a location that has not officially entered the city of Lateran, they are already within the range of Lateran's waterways. There is an Originium signal base station built in the wilderness for use by Scourge Messengers and ordinary messengers.

The cost of establishing and maintaining such a signal base station is very high, but no matter how much it costs, every mobile city will build such a base station on the waterway - compared to the huge threat that natural disasters may bring, the cost of allowing natural disaster messengers to quickly deliver messages for city shelters is simply not worth mentioning.

I have to mention Kjerag again here. If this thing is so important, why doesn't Kjerag have it?

Because the merciful Lord Yelagund protected Kjerag, there are no natural disasters in Kjerag!

Once a day, be more devout and recite with me: Gangmen!

After silently completing today's task in his mind, Ernst felt the magic stone in the inner bag and confirmed that the magic stone showed no signs of heating or glowing.

It seems that Yelagund hasn't noticed him for the time being?

Maybe he's dealing with something more important.

Ya'er, who is training the Flame Demon, said: "A-choo! Giant beasts can also catch a cold? No, someone must be missing me! Who could it be?"

Ernst nodded to Vina and looked out the window. The majestic holy city of Lateran had appeared on the horizon. The towering bell tower, the magnificent dome of the Papal Palace, and the increasing number of pilgrims along the way reminded Ernst of Kjerag's Manzhu Monastery.

Unfortunately, Manzhuyuan doesn't have such a grand ceremony. Yelagund's belief is limited to the Kjerag region, and he is a veritable "indigenous god", while Lateran is a large religion with believers all over Terra. Iberia once made it the state religion, and its number of believers is counted in the hundreds of millions.

The final stretch of the journey went smoothly, and Ernst's car soon arrived at the quarantine gate in Rutland.

The city's main population is from Liberi and Sakota. The guards at the quarantine gate are the Lateran Garrison formed by Lateran Liberi. In the passage, Ernst noticed the two acquaintances he had met once.

"Ms. Mostima."

Ernst took the initiative to step forward and greeted him, but Mostima put a finger to his lips and shushed him, signaling him to keep quiet. Then he pointed to a place not far away with interest.

Ernst followed her gaze to the nearby Miss Fiammetta, who claimed to be Mostima's guardian and was being harassed by another Miss Liberi.

Well... it's not quite right to say that she was pestering me. Fiammetta's face didn't show much annoyance or impatience, but rather she looked more like she was caring for her juniors. And the black-haired Liberian girl, judging by her attire, should be a member of the Lateran Guards.

"That child's name is Patia, a descendant of Fiammetta."

Mostima said with a smile on his face,

"I came from Iberia and joined the Lateran Garrison. I admire Fiammetta very much and we always talk for a long time every time I see her. There are not many people who can make Fiammetta show that expression, and she is one of them."

"What about you?" Ernst asked.

Mostima turned his head and looked at Ernst in surprise, then smiled calmly:

"I am one of them."

"Ah, it seems they have finished talking."

Vina, who also knew Fiammetta, said, but there was some doubt in her voice.

"Miss Fiammetta looks a little unhappy?"

Mostima also noticed this. She stroked her chin and said, "Well... this is the first time." She suddenly raised her voice and asked Fiammetta who was walking towards her quickly, "Did you two have a conflict?"

"Patia said some strange things, and I've already taught her a lesson." Fiammetta glanced at Ernst and his group, and obviously had no intention of directly saying what the "strange words" were.

As a direct staff member of the Pope's Office, she was very vigilant and kept confidentiality when dealing with Ernst, an acquaintance who had a foreign political identity and could not be called a friend.

After a light cough, Mostima returned to business mode, revealing his signature half-smile expression, and said:

"Then everyone, according to custom, we have to hold a small ceremony before entering Lateran City."