People in Terra, governing a weird little country

The San Marceau Central Garden occupies an area the size of an entire block in the entire holy city. According to Mariam's travel notes, here you can see all the known types of flowers on the land of Terra.

Mariam is well-known, and the evaluation of this director of the Rhine Life Science Research Center is regarded as a model by many travel enthusiasts on the land of Terra. If it weren't for his erratic whereabouts and his preference for heading to places full of dangers, there would probably be quite a few backpackers on the land who are willing to follow his footsteps and go on a "pilgrimage".

Perhaps this is the difference between a traveler and a true explorer? An explorer must also be a traveler, able to travel thousands of miles and gain insights and happiness from the natural beauty and the journey, but a traveler is not necessarily an explorer. Facing unknown dangers, undeveloped lands, and civilized deserts, not everyone has the fearless courage to act as a guide.

Whether Mariam used exaggerated rhetoric in describing the San Marceau Central Garden is unknown to outsiders, but the San Marceau Central Garden is indeed a sea of ​​flowers. The sea of ​​​​requiem flowers is just an inconspicuous and unattractive part of it.

It's not that the Anquiline is ugly or not fragrant enough. Its color is light blue, and its petals look like transparent glass in the light. Its fragrance is light. Although not charming, it has a kind of tranquil beauty. Among all flowers, it can be said to be unique.

Its only drawback is that it often appears at funerals and is used to commemorate the dead.

"Flowers are innocent. The identities that are forcibly given to them define their own situations. Even the fertilizers, water, and care they receive on a daily basis are slightly different, and they still have to endure the scorn for nothing."

A man with short gray hair tinged with light blue stood up from the flower field. His expression was calm but also full of deep sadness, as if he was pitying the requiem flowers in front of him, but also as if he was referring to more than just this flower field.

He gently patted his dark robe that was stained with dirt and dust, put the shovel in his hand into the toolbox beside him, then turned around and looked at the Liberi girl who had been waiting for a long time on the trail outside the sea of ​​flowers.

"Patia, when did you come?"

The Liberi girl shook her head, without any complaint on her face, and took the initiative to excuse herself:

"Guardian, I will not be here for long."

The man who was called the pioneer pursed his lips, and a helpless look appeared on his face:

"Just call me by my name. I'm Andoen. I'm no different from you all. Just like the sea of ​​soul-soothing flowers around me, apart from the responsibilities they've been given and the so-called connotations that come with them, their essence is no different from that of peonies and lilies."

Parthia just lowered his head slightly, as if he was listening devoutly to Andorn's teachings.

Flowers are the same, and people are the same. Andon has told these [Pathfinders] countless times about this truth, but Parthia still doesn't fully understand the deep meaning behind it.

Why do roses represent love? Why do requiem flowers represent commemoration? Why is Sakota born with the ability to be protected by the law, to have empathy, to use guns, to be different? But Liberi does not have such abilities?

Patia just knew that this was abnormal, that this was wrong, but she didn't know why.

She felt that Andorn knew.

But Andorn didn't know that either.

He just walked towards Patia from the sea of ​​flowers, looking at her pious expression, and felt even more helpless.

The Pathfinders were not founded by him, but were spontaneously established by a group of people who recognized his ideas and were willing to follow him. Unlike formal secret organizations, this organization was much looser and more of a group-building effort. When the Pathfinders like Parthia united, they gave the source of this ideology, Andorn, the name of the Pioneer.

The Pioneer was the originator of this equality concept and the source of the Pathfinder organization. The Pathfinders were born because of him, so naturally they should respect him. This idea itself was not wrong, but was reasonable. But Andoen was not interested in this. He felt that the title of Pioneer would not only not bring him any respect, but would make him feel uncomfortable.

How is this different from the titles of "Saint" and "Pope" in the Lateran?

Besides, the pathfinder, the pathfinder, he is not a prophet, he still needs to find the way by himself. How much higher can he be than those who worship him?

Oh, sometimes I really want to start showing off, even though I am just a pathfinder.

It’s a pity that no one cares whether he understands it or not, so no one lets him take the lead. Everyone just assumes that he understands, so they let him take the lead.

And Andorn was unwilling to disappoint those pairs of eyes and those who recognized his ideals and followed his ideas, so he was forced to shoulder this responsibility.

What guilt have the flowers committed? How can they comfort their souls?

What crime have people committed that makes them take the lead?

Knowing that it would be difficult to correct the admiration that pathfinders like Parthia had for him, Andoin could only sigh slightly in his heart and steer the conversation in a more pragmatic direction.

"You came here to look for me, but what's the matter?"

According to the law, Andorn is actually in exile in Lateran at this moment and cannot appear in the city of Lateran.

Because several years ago, when he teamed up with Mostima, Fiammetta, and Remion to carry out a mission to wipe out the lair of Sarkaz mercenaries, he had a conflict with Mostima and Remion because of the accidentally discovered [Fragment of God].

The result of the conflict was that his sneak attack left Remyanmar seriously injured and on the verge of death. In a rage, Mostima fought with him with a gun and shot at the Fallen Angel. He failed to seize the fragments of the gods, fled with injuries, and rebelled against Lateran.

What, you asked what Fiammetta was doing?

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After that, he was put on the Lateran wanted list, the notary office was hunting him down, and the Vatican also put him on the exile list, and he was forbidden to return to the Lateran for life.

But the list is a list, and there are policies above and below. For example, in Parthia, the garrison members responsible for guarding the gates of Lateran only need to make a little effort to let one or two outsiders into Lateran, which is not difficult.

Andorn also returned to Lateran not long ago. As for the reason...

In addition to the darkness under the lamp, he also wanted to see Lemiaoan's condition.

What happened back then was like a thorn in his side. Although Andoen did not regret the sneak attack and snatching of the fragment of the god, he still felt a little guilty towards Lemiaoan.

After all, they have been teammates for many years, and with Sakota's empathy, he knew very clearly that Remiaoan had no defense against him at the time. It was precisely because of this that the notorious "Silent Remiaoan" was so easily knocked down by him and lost his combat effectiveness.

In other words, his actions at that time were taking advantage of the trust that Lemion and Mostima had in him.

This is always shameful.

Although at this point, he, as a fugitive, could not make any compensation to Remiaoan, at least he did owe her an apology. If Remiaoan could wake up, he would definitely show up and apologize to her.

However, this is all a story for later. Remnant is still lying in bed, relying on nutrient solution to maintain his life. He won't stay in Lateran for long, and he will have to leave after a while.

I can only hope for next time.

As for his deeper purpose, that matter involved the secrets that the Papal Palace and Evangelista XI had been hiding, and the truth about the law. Andon's main purpose for coming back this time was to scout the area, and he had no intention of taking direct action.

Facing Andorn's question, Parthia lowered his head, looking extremely guilty:

"Guide, it's my fault. I'm here to confess my sin to you."

"I mentioned your name to my senior."

Andorn frowned slightly.

Mentioning his name to others is actually not a big deal. He himself rarely uses the name of Pioneer, so what if others know about it? Would anyone really pursue him all the way just for a title?

Besides, even if they found out, he could just leave. Why did Parthia have to be so depressed?

Andoin thought for a moment, then he understood.

"Is it because of the recent rumors in the city? Are you worried that if you reveal the title of "Pioneer", others will attribute the rumors to me?"

The rumor was indeed not spread by Andorn, but by a Liberi in the Pathfinder organization.

As mentioned above, the Pathfinders are not like other secret organizations. They do not have strict auditing. Anyone who agrees with Andorn's ideas can call themselves Pathfinders. Andorn has no way to control every member of the organization.

Parthia was not the only one dissatisfied with the current situation, and the Liberian who spread such rumors was obviously not as stable as Parthia.

But unexpectedly, Patia shook his head.

He knew that revealing the name was not a big deal. It was just a nickname, and it was difficult to associate it with Andorn, so it would not cause much trouble.

The problem lies with the senior whose name she revealed.

If there is anyone who could possibly trace the connection from a nickname to Andorn, and even expose the Pathfinders, it is only this person.

Because she and Andorn really have a "close relationship".

"The senior to whom I revealed the title of [Pioneer] was called Fiametta."

Fiametta.......

Andorn stumbled as he stepped out of the flower bed and almost tripped over the edge of the low flower bed.

He quickly steadied himself and looked at Patia's expression, his eyes even widening a little.

"Fiammetta?"

Patia nodded sheepishly.

"I..." Andoen wanted to say something dirty, but when the words came to his lips, he held them back and let out a long sigh, "Alas, this is what I deserve."

Fiammetta, apart from the four-member group, is Liberi, who is guessing the riddle outside the three empathetic angels. She is the adopted granddaughter of the Pope's Gunners, the most promising and powerful second generation of Liberi, but also the little phoenix with the most stubborn personality, the most explosive temper, and the most ruthless attack!

On the night of the Andorn rebellion, Fiammetta was unable to return due to a temporary mission. On the night he saw the fallen Mostima and the seriously injured and unconscious Lemion, Fiammetta made a vow.

This oath is also the simplest, most careless and least fancy oath on the land of Terra.

[Andorn, I'm going to blow you up into the sky with a cannon! ]

Should I run first to show respect?

This thought flashed through Andorn's mind, but he quickly put it behind him.

Given Fiammetta's character, since she knew there was a "pioneer" in the city and that he was probably the culprit of the rumor, she would have arranged for someone to guard the city gate. Trying to sneak out through the Patia route might have been part of Fiammetta's plan, and it was entirely possible that he was walking into a trap.

Are there any other opportunities for a quick exit from Lateran?

Just as Andorn was beginning to think, Parthia had already given the answer:

"Pioneer, there is a chance."

"Kjerag's Prime Minister Ernst Shivaash recently visited Lateran at the invitation of the Pope. He is now in Lateran."

Andorn's eyes lit up and he nodded thoughtfully, already having a plan.

Ernst Shivaash, Andorn had also heard of his name. After all, his screen-swiping rate in the recent Terra news was quite high.

He is actually in Lateran City now?

If he could sneak into his team, then he could bypass Fiammetta's sight and leave Lateran without any problem. Even if he couldn't sneak in, he could easily achieve his goal by creating some chaos when he left Lateran.

I just don’t know where he is now?

Chapter 227 Ernst: Why is he an abstinent person?

Where is Ernst now?

In the central gardens of San Marceau, right here!

Rutland was indeed willing to spend a huge amount of money. Before he even stepped into the large garden, Ernst already felt a horrible breath coming towards him, which made him feel a little sour, as if he had eaten several lemons raw.

The name of this aura is [generosity].

The garden covers an area of ​​an entire block. The salary of the professionals who take care of the flowers alone would be a whopping sum! Not to mention that the flowers come from all over the world, and many of them are not suitable for the climate of Rutland. In order to ensure their reproduction, Rutland has to prepare greenhouses and special cultivation areas, which is another huge sum of money!

And this doesn’t even include the cost of collecting the seeds themselves!

After walking a few steps in the sea of ​​flowers, Ernst already felt his hands and feet getting cold.

Damn, there are so many people struggling on the verge of starvation in this land, and there are completely underdeveloped countries like Kjerag, and bad guys like Victoria who didn't forget to make trouble outside even after being torn into pieces. Everyone has a hard life, except Lateran. This spectacle is really infuriating!

Pope, wonders are harmful to the country! If you have this money, you might as well give it to me. I might be able to...

Ernst thought about it and it seemed that there was nothing that could move the Pope.

Send a copy of the UN Charter to the Pope?

Not to mention that Ernst himself was planning to use this thing, even if he gave it to the Pope, he might not be interested. Since Evangelista XI has already begun to plan to establish an official international organization of Terra, the relevant concepts and declarations, even if they have not been completely confirmed, at least have a rough idea. If you rashly apply your own ideas to it, it would be good if it fits. If it doesn't fit, it will feel like "pointing fingers", and your goodwill will be lost.

Forget it. Think about it. It is not impossible to expect the Pope to be generous, but that requires conversion and piety. Ernst believes in the great god Yelagund. He can still distinguish between life and money.

And if you don't obey the Pope, are not pious and still want money, you either have to be France, who has practiced the Bible in reverse order and reached the level of "filial son", or you have to have the ability to say "The Pope, how many divisions does he have?"

And Ernst obviously has not reached either level.

Just think about it, just think about it, there is everything in dreams.

Instead of worrying about this, it is better to learn about the experience of developing tourism, marketing methods, etc.......

Oh, the real "sea of ​​flowers" is already quite a gimmick, and it costs money, so that's fine.

Mostima was still a little puzzled when he saw that Ernst's expression, which was just full of enthusiasm, was suddenly tinged with sadness.

What's going on? What's the problem? Isn't the sea of ​​flowers beautiful?

Miss Vina and Miss Daphne couldn't take their eyes off it. This thing was truly fatal to girls.

Well, you ask me why I didn't react?

Mostima's mentality is different from that of ordinary people. She feels that this is not exciting enough. If doing something here can make her excited, well...

Burn this place to ashes? Or kiss and propose to someone in public?

Both positive and negative stimulation are stimulation. After all, it must be strong enough to touch her stagnant state of mind.

Thinking of this, and looking at Ernst's expression again, Mostima suddenly felt relieved.

It seems that Ernst and I are somewhat similar. This kind of beautiful scenery created with money can no longer touch their hearts. It just makes people feel disappointed.

Ernst was calculating the cost difference between building a Yelagund statue and a sea of ​​flowers like this: “?”