People in Terra, governing a weird little country

The bad thing is that the Seventh Chamber of the Pope's Office, at a time when rumors are already rampant, doesn't even know the name of the leader of the enemy organization. The only useful information - the boss's code name, was even obtained from Fiammetta.

This can only mean two things. Either the people in the Seventh Department had too much sugar in their brains and were done for by Tang. Or, the other party's organization's level of confidentiality was much higher than initially imagined. Considering the Seventh Department's brilliant record in the diplomatic arena in recent years, the first possibility is really unlikely. And if it is the second one...

The mysterious organization that is currently stirring up trouble in Lateran may be far more complicated than they imagined.

They are well organized, have clear goals, have big plans, and are united and keep secrets.

Although the Lateran people have never eaten pork, they have watched the pink-haired pigs run for thousands of years. This process is a sign of rebellion!

Fiammetta frowned.

Logically speaking, this matter had nothing to do with her. Her current task was to act as a guardian and take good care of the fallen angel Mostima who carried the lock and key artifact. If there was any problem in the Holy City, it would be the responsibility of the Pope's Office, and it was not her turn to worry about it.

But she just couldn't let go of her worries.

Because the source of the [Pilot] information was her junior in the Lateran Guard—Partia.

The Lateran Guard was a city guard spontaneously formed by the Liberians living in the Lateran to protect the Lateran. It was later recognized by the Pope and given an official organization. Although it was not very powerful, had a small number of people and was not very useful, it was still considered a military force in the Lateran and enjoyed many rights.

To be more precise, guarding the city gates, defending the Pope's Hall, and protecting the core city's power reactor are all things that the Lateran Guard has the right to participate in.

And all of these three things are related to the core of Lateran.

If the city gates are breached, the Holy City will face a huge onslaught from wilderness refugees, Sarkaz, Rust Hammers, and bandits. If anything goes wrong with the Pope's Office, the Holy City will lose its only "brain". If the power reactor is destroyed, the Holy City will lose the ability to avoid natural disasters.

Even in such an important team, there were followers of the [Pioneer] and traitors mixed in.

Fiammetta felt her heart tighten.

What a similar scene. It was also a team with outstanding achievements, everyone trusted each other, and among the companions holding weapons, one of them was suddenly tempted and had a different mind. Once the fire was opened, there was no turning back.

If Parthia really did something desperate, the consequences would be disastrous.

Even if she was stopped in her action, the Lateran Garrison would suffer a catastrophic disaster of disintegration due to her actions alone!

This moment is just like that moment!

They are so similar!

This directly triggered Fiammetta's PTSD. Her face became unprecedentedly gloomy. Just as she cast her eyes on Mostima, she heard her friend say as if she had expected it:

"I didn't tell the old men in the Seventh Hall where the information came from. You still have time, Fiammetta. Go and stop her."

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Mostima showed the surprised Liberian girl a smile that said, "I'll do it, don't worry about it," and promised:

"There are priorities. Go ahead. You don't need to worry about me. Being a guide for a foreign leader is a boring job that won't do you any good."

Fiammetta pursed her lips and nodded to Mostima in thanks:

"Thank you very much. I'll leave it to you. I'll be back as soon as possible."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and glanced at Remian lying on the hospital bed. Then, as if she was being chased by something, she didn't want to waste even a second and ran out of the hospital.

Mastema could guess what she was thinking - I was late for the last time with Lemiaoan and you. But this time, I will never let that happen again!

Feeling a little guilty, Mostima sighed softly, looked at Lemiaoan lying on the bed, and murmured to himself with mixed feelings:

"Now, Fiammetta was sent away."

"It's time for you to let go and complete the task assigned by the Pope, Mostima."

"Find out how many cards Ernst has. And..."

Mostima grinned slightly, revealing a black rabbit-faced smile that Ernst would surely recognize as familiar.

"Satisfy your little curiosity."

Chapter 223 Lateran Notary Office

Lateran, Stephen's Quarter, Inn.

After a day's rest, Ernst felt much more energetic.

There was an invisible competitive relationship between Kjerag and Lateran, but that was a matter for the future and did not prevent him from taking the opportunity to enjoy life in Lateran.

The reason why the Holy City is called the Holy City and is praised by countless people is because of its completely different style from the outside world.

No one worries about life, they have enough food, know etiquette, do what they want, and don't go beyond the rules. This is the portrayal of the Lateran people's life in the holy city. Ernst must admit that Kjerag still has a long way to go before he can meet these requirements.

In order to relax and gain something from the journey ahead, he prepared an itinerary in advance, and when Mostima arrived, he took the initiative to ask her where they were going.

However, what puzzled Ernst was that when Mostima knocked on the door of the hotel room at exactly nine o'clock in the morning, Ernst did not see the dashing red figure when he opened the door.

"Ms. Mostima is alone today?"

"Why? Mr. Ernst cares about Fiammetta?" Mostima said, shaking his head with some regret. "But she has something urgent to do now, so the tour guide job will have to be done by me for the time being."

She clasped her hands together towards Ernst and begged, "Please don't tell the Pope about this, Mr. Ernst."

Ernst raised his eyebrows in surprise, looked at Mostima meaningfully, and nodded slightly.

He really didn't expect that Fiammetta had an urgent matter and couldn't be present. According to common sense, there shouldn't be anything more urgent than an order issued by the Pope himself.

Mostima also specifically emphasized that he should not tell the Pope about this matter...

Hmm...Although there was no basis for it, he smelled the scent of an "incident".

Although he had never really believed in the so-called "event constitution", since he had experienced time travel before, it didn't seem that hard to accept. Rather, Ernst agreed with a statement that the so-called event constitution was not that events would always happen around him, but that he always liked to get involved in events?

Ernst had to take back his initial assessment. The city of Lateran was indeed peaceful most of the time, but it was not completely tranquil.

It seems that Evangelista XI has his own troubles.

Of course, Ernst couldn't be 100% sure that this episode was a sign of something big to happen in Lateran. To be conservative, he estimated that it was about 80%, and the remaining two layers, one and a half layers were to give face to the city of Lateran and the Sakota race. What if Mostima, the seemingly serious Sakota, actually planned with Fiammetta to hold a birthday party for Evangelista XI, so he needed to keep it secret from him?

As for the remaining half layer of confidence, just regard it as a random freak incident dedicated to the land - not every natural disaster can be accurately observed by the disaster messenger and successfully transmitted back to the city.

If it were in the past, Ernst would definitely try to stay as far away from the possible troubles. Not everyone likes dancing on a tightrope. It would be fine if they were forced to perform, but who would risk their life to perform an extra performance?

But this time, Ernst was actually looking forward to trouble.

Because this would help him achieve the second requirement of the "competition plan", which is "to make Lateran recognize Kjerag's initiative." - Nothing is better than a debt of favor.

However, if Ernst, with his identity, rashly got involved before trouble came his way, he would be suspected of overstepping his authority, which might even cause displeasure on the Lateran side.

Therefore, he took a step back and did not proactively ask Mostima for details about the entry point that was delivered to him.

Anyway, Mostima will have to be his guide for the next few days, and Ernst has plenty of opportunities to let Mostima or Fiammetta ask for it themselves.

I can only say that it's all calculation.

Having made up his mind and calculated the beads, Ernst took out the itinerary he had prepared in advance and handed it to Mostima:

"Then I'll trouble you for the time being, Miss Mostima. I'd like to visit your notary office first today. Is that convenient?"

Notary office?

Mostima blinked and nodded. "It is convenient, but Mr. Ernst, the notary office is a very boring place. Are you sure you want to go there?"

Ernst nodded firmly.

Is the notary office boring?

From a purely sightseeing perspective, it is indeed quite boring. The Notary Office is one of the official institutions of Lateran. Its functions are simple: to collect fees from all Lateran citizens, to urge them to fulfill their legal obligations, and to provide various rights protection services for Lateran citizens.

To put it simply, it is the tax bureau, police station, and consumer rights protection committee (the ultimate upgraded plus version) in one.

In Ernst's opinion, this configuration can only be described as luxurious, second only to the trinity of public security, procuratorial and judicial organs of the feudal aristocracy, and it almost maximizes the executive power.

Ernst was very curious about how they usually operated, what the internal structure of an organization with such great power would be like, how the employees would work, and how they would monitor themselves and prevent corruption.

These can provide experience and serve as a reference for the future development of the Kjerag government.

After all, Ernst's Kjerag government will definitely not adopt the European and American style "small government" in the future - it is such a small place, if the local government is given too much power, as soon as he leaves office, the next person to take office may not have enough prestige, and the entire Kjerag will directly punch Leithania and kick Victoria in terms of the degree of division, cosplaying the Holy Roman Empire - he will definitely take the path of the Eastern style "big government".

Seeing Ernst's firm stance, Mostima had no objection.

Evangelista XI granted her very high authority in this mission. Except that she could not take Ernst directly into the second room of the Apostolic Palace to see the confidential information of the Lateran, she could go to most places in the Lateran by just making a report. For institutions like the notary office that were open to the public, Sakota could have blown them up after making a report. When she took Ernst there, she didn't even have to make a report.

But why would a Behemoth spokesperson like her want to go to that place?

Was this also some kind of temptation? Or did Ernst feel that there was something there that could attract his attention, but he had not noticed it?

Mostima couldn't figure it out for a moment. So he just let it go and led the way, saying, "Sir, this way."

Chapter 224 Ernst: Another Me in the World

"Why would they send you out?"

Mostima smacked his lips and muttered to himself with an unpleasant expression.

Unfortunately, her deliberately low voice did not escape the ears of the tall silver-haired man in front of her. Federico frowned slightly and explained:

"My colleagues recognized my understanding of the duties of the notary office, the constitution of Lateran law, and the history and glory of the notary office, so they elected me. If Miss Mostima feels that there is something inappropriate, you can explain the reason to me."

Your emotional intelligence is not appropriate.

Mastema choked and didn't say this out loud.

She could understand the thoughts of the Sacotas in the notary office. Introducing Lateran to Ernst was not a good job for these civil servants. If they did not do it well, they would be punished by Evangelista XI. And from the perspective of professional knowledge, no one could understand a notary office better than Federico, so it was natural to push this task to Federico.

However, if Federico came to help, Mostima felt that one of him and Ernst would be very angry.

After all, this guy's temperament is really... a hundred times more difficult to deal with than Fiammetta!

Federico Giallo, a man with an emotional quotient as low as a machine, is so rigid and stubborn in his approach to everything. Most of the time, he is assigned to execute wills and deal with the affairs of the deceased's family members as a notary public official. Because of this magical mission experience, he also got an impressive and terrifying nickname [The Undertaker].

There was an urban legend circulating in the notary office: If you find Federico coming to your door one day, you have to think about whether you have done something wrong or whether you need to arrange your funeral.

But now that he was here, Mostima couldn't really ask Federico to go back. Just like what the Undertaker said, except for the vague words like emotional intelligence, it was difficult for Mostima to find a place where Federico was inappropriate in advance.

Besides, how should I put it, she was also looking forward to how Ernst would deal with this Sakota, who was somewhat abnormal.

Nodding to Federico and waving for him to follow, Mostima walked out of the notary office and introduced Ernst who was waiting outside the door:

"Mr. Ernst, this is Mr. Federico Giallo, a staff member of the notary office. You can ask him any questions you have during your visit."

Ernst looked at Federico and took the initiative to extend his hand:

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Federico."

Federico also extended his hand and shook Ernst's hand back.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ernst."

He just doesn't understand the ways of the world, but he does know etiquette. You need to learn the ways of the world yourself, but many etiquettes can be cultivated through systematic education. In this regard alone, Federico is probably more "polite" than the Pope.

However, overly considerate courtesy is sometimes a manifestation of a stiff attitude. Judging from Federico's expression and cold tone when he spoke, his attitude towards Ernst is obviously far worse than that of the several Sacotas that Ernst had met before.

This slightly overturned Ernst's imagination. Ernst thought that all the Sakotas from Lateran were as familiar with each other as Evangelista XI and Mostima.

It turns out there are still normal people out there.

An exclamation just arose from his mind, but the next second, Federico used a short sentence to make Ernst's smile freeze on his face.

"I'm sorry, but based on the testimony of my colleagues at the notary office, you are not allowed to enter the notary office today."

You are not allowed to participate in impact!

Ernst was stunned, and subconsciously glanced at Mostima beside her, only to find that Mostima looked even more confused than her.

Brother, are you just trying to fool me with all the things you said? What about "there is no one more suitable than me", "if you are dissatisfied, you can list your reasons and let me evaluate them", "I know the notary office very well, and my colleagues recommended me for this position", is there any truth in what you said?

You have become a bad person, Federico! You are not the impartial notary I knew! Who are you?

Mostima wanted to remain calm and was curious about how Ernst would react after being rejected, but she couldn't help herself at this moment and wanted to report the matter to the Pope and have Evangelista XI personally order that the unfortunate child be transferred out of all positions where he could come into contact with living people.

Mostima almost showed a grin, covered his face, sighed, and was ready to clean up the mess left by Federico.

But before she could speak, Ernst asked:

"why?"

He stated with reason: "I can move around freely in the Lateran and visit all departments except the confidential units of the Papal Palace after reporting. This is a right granted to me by His Holiness Pope Evangelista XI. According to the procedures, Miss Mostima has already informed the notary office in advance. You don't have the right to [refuse], right?"

"Since you don't have the right to refuse, your refusal is actually an unreasonable act of exceeding your authority. Am I right?"

"If I must enter this door today, Mr. Federico, will you really stop me?"

"If you stop me, I can reconsider today's destination, but I really want to know, in what name are you stopping me? You personally? Your colleagues? Or the Lateran Notary Office?"