People in Terra, governing a weird little country

He felt Mostima's eyes that said "I understand you", but he didn't quite understand what Mostima's eyes meant.

Show off? What a sea of ​​flowers! This is the central garden of San Marceau in Laterano. Do you have such a sea of ​​flowers in Kjerag?

That doesn't seem to be the meaning.

Alas, the Sakota people are indeed difficult to understand. In Ernst's opinion, Mostima's ability to hide his thoughts is almost surpassing the Duke of Windermere and is almost approaching the Duke of Wellington!

No kidding, after all, it is really difficult for a Filin to understand what is going on in the mind of a normal and ordinary Sakota.

If you can't figure it out, just put it aside for the time being. Ernst glanced at the central garden of San Marceau. Although there were many tourists in the garden, they were mainly distributed in several popular flower areas.

Roses, peonies, lilies, tulips... there's even heather here? Why is there someone down there? Does anyone really like that smell?

With a slightly strange look on his face, Ernst looked at the man who was currently in the area with a yellow exclamation mark on the outside, then he retracted his gaze and said to Mostima:

"Is there a more secluded flower area? I want to take a rest here."

Mostima nodded and led Ernst to a flower area dominated by white, blue, and purple.

"This flower area and the surrounding areas mainly plant various varieties of requiem flowers and flowers with the connotation of [mourning] from various places. Generally, only some nostalgic elderly people come here."

She didn't say it, but she actually liked it here.

Lock and key extended her time scale infinitely, and also multiplied her experience, and her mentality has gradually shown an aging trend. But here, she can calm her mind a little, and select and recall those memories that are extremely precious to her.

Ernst nodded:

"Go and help me take care of Vina and Daphne, especially Daphne. Don't let her get lost. I'll rest here for a while and come find you when I leave."

After saying that, he found a bench, wrapped himself halfway with his thick furry tail, and then closed his eyes.

The communication with Federico's executor was somewhat brain-consuming. Deducing Fiammetta's whereabouts and calculating the competition with Laterano were all very energy-consuming tasks. It was a rare opportunity, and he really wanted to relax.

Seeing that Ernst didn't seem to want to talk any more, Mostima could only shrug.

It seemed that Ernst could not find anything exciting in the central garden of San Marceau.

I don’t know whether I came to the right place or the wrong place this time.

Mostima thought about it, took out a business card of his from Penguin Logistics, put it on Ernst's tail, took the opportunity to touch it quietly to feel it, then left the Sea of ​​Requiem Flowers while rubbing his hands.

She left one second ago, and the next second, a figure jumped up from the sea of ​​soul-soothing flowers like a bamboo shoot emerging from the ground.

Needless to say, this figure is naturally Andorn.

Andorn had never expected that Mostima would suddenly appear here. The situation was urgent, so he could only hide in the sea of ​​flowers to avoid being seen, and he stayed there until Mostima left.

He looked around and did not see the fiery red figure, but he still did not dare to relax at all.

According to Parthia's report, after that incident, Fiameta no longer served in the garrison, withdrew from the garrison, joined the Papal Palace, became the nominal guardian of Mostima, who had obtained the lock and key, and has been following Mostima closely.

Although he didn't see her at this time, it didn't rule out that this was also a trap set by Fiammetta to deliberately let him relax his vigilance. Even if Fiammetta was really not there, Andorn didn't want to meet Mostima now.

It was true that Shakota could empathize with her, but Mastema was now a fallen angel and had lost all of Shakota's talents. To some extent, she had completely ruined her life.

Andoen was not sure what her attitude towards him was. If she hated him, it was natural. If she forgot him, it was magnanimous. Andoen did not dare to hope for forgiveness, because it would make him look mean.

People always have to pay the price for their actions. Some things cannot be turned over by someone saying "I forgive you". If the life-saver sincerely says "I saved you without expecting anything in return", do you really treat the life-saver as nothing? This is true for the life-saving grace, and the revenge for the murder.

The best thing for Andorn to do is to atone for his sins, or if atonement fails, then he should never appear in front of them again.

Obviously, Andorn is incapable of redemption now. He is even planning a conspiracy directly targeting the Vatican and the Pope.

If she found out about this, getting beaten up would be a small matter. But if Mostima attracted Fiammetta again, Andorn would have to consider whether he could leave safely.

However, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand, and misfortune and fortune go hand in hand. This time, the quick-witted hiding was not completely without results.

Andorn noticed the young man who was resting with his eyes closed on the bench.

Although he looked incredibly young, based on information from Parthia, Andorn was certain that this person was the one Mostima and Fiammetta had received, the Prime Minister of Kjerag, Ernst Shivaash, who was invited by the Pope.

This saved him a lot of effort in searching for people in Lateran.

Try to contact it first.

Walking out from the flowers, Andorn brushed off the dust and mud on his body, walked towards Ernst, and called softly:

"Mr. Ernst, please wake up."

Ernst opened his eyes.

Beside the romantic sea of ​​flowers, under the lush shade of trees, in the warm sunshine, the boy who was woken up was a little disappointed.

This scene, at least, must be an encounter between a male and female protagonist from an anime, right?

How come it was a man who woke me up?

It’s okay for a man, he even looks like he’s abstinent.

Tsk!

PS: Just now a reader asked if Andorn had done kbxj, I'll post a picture here. He did. And the purpose was very simple, just to divert the attention of the musketeers so that they could charge the papal hall.

I am not commenting on Andorn. Idealists are respectable, but in order to bring the plot conflict to a climax, YJ the writer must have overlooked some logic and character issues when writing this paragraph, which led to the character split.

The inconsistency between Andorn's words and deeds stems from the split here, but the problem here is actually not big. YJ added that the explosion and fire were handled in time by "unknown kind-hearted people". There was a lot of noise but no casualties were caused, which can reduce a lot of negative perceptions. But he can't wash away the fact that he attacked Lemion and injured Mostima. It can only be said that this is a historical problem. When writing this paragraph, YJ's screenwriter probably didn't finalize the character of Andorn to what it is now.

Finally, I will change the plot related to Andorn.

At least the Remyanmar who made me so disgusted almost lost his life, and Mostima fell into angelism as well. Aneng was worried, but in the end he forgave him lightly. The subsequent plot of Sora Flower Garden was like "This is my weak spot, you are not allowed to scold him. If you scold him, I will stand up and shoot you even if I am lame". I must delete and modify it.

There are really a lot of bad things that Kongxiang Hua Ting has done, and I don’t know if the writer of this plot has been severely tortured.

PS: This paragraph does not exceed 3500 words, no additional charge

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, it's really a bit too busy during the exam week. I have an exam tomorrow morning, I really can't stand it and I don't dare to stay up, so I'm going to sleep first.

I wish you all good luck in your exams and a happy life. I don't know what to say, so I'll just wish you all a happy new year.

happy New Year!

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Chapter 228 Ernst: Not Giving A Penniless Man

Lateran, San Marceau Central Gardens, sea of ​​requiem flowers.

Ernst found the Sakota people very interesting.

It's great weather, warm sunshine, and a quiet environment. It would be fine if you didn't sleep, but why do you come to disturb others' sleep?

It's okay to disturb other people's sleep. Ernst has been disturbed before. If you really have something urgent, Ernst can help you. The problem is, you disturbed my sleep just to wake me up to preach?

It’s okay to preach, but what you preach is a heresy?

Ernst looked at the Sakota man in front of him who called himself [Andorn], and pondered his question with some surprise:

"Recently, there is a popular opinion in Lateran that Lateran treats Sakota and Liberi differently and unfairly. What do you think?"

How do I see? I see with my eyes?

Ernst didn't understand why this Sakota suddenly came to ask him such a question. How long had he been in Lateran? Not to mention going to the grassroots to practice and observe, he even had to be accompanied by Mostima when walking around the city. Ernst knew nothing about the social situation in Lateran, the internal problems, whether there were any contradictions, and whether the contradictions were the same as Andorn said.

Without investigation, there is no right to speak. Ernst's answer was simple. He read the city introduction in the Lateran tourist brochure:

"You are right. But Lateran is a religious theocracy founded by eleven saints and ruled by the Pope. The main ethnic groups in it are Sacotta and Liberi. They love each other, are close to each other, live in peace and joy, and the country is rich and prosperous..."

He knew that this was definitely not the answer Andorn wanted, but he could only answer like this. When he was unsure of the other party's identity, status, and purpose, the official, formal, and precedent-based answer was the best way to answer.

Enthusiastic, polite, and clueless. Thank you, grateful, but sorry. Understand, understand, but there is really nothing I can do.

Who knows if Andorn was sent by Evangelista XI to test him? Ernst would not fall for such a trick.

Just as Ernst thought, Andorn was indeed not satisfied with this answer. And he also guessed Ernst's fear.

Although it was a bit ridiculous, Ernst's worries were not without reason. After all, he was an official figure and it was impossible for him to give any meaningful answer to an issue that clearly involved political stance.

So Andorn apologized decisively and changed the way of asking questions:

"I'm very sorry for being so abrupt. Please rest assured that I don't have any official background in Lateran. I was just inspired by your [Humanitarianism] speech and had some insights. I wanted to ask you to answer some questions that have been bothering me for a long time."

To be honest, this is actually quite abrupt.

Ernst muttered a few words in his heart.

But he was getting used to it. All the Sacotas seemed to be like this. Except for Federico Giallo, who went from one extreme to another, every Sacota Ernst met was very familiar with.

Mostima was already able to joke with him skillfully when they first met. When Evangelista XI first met him, they went straight into talking about UN affairs without even a word of greeting or foreplay. So it seems that when Andorn took the initiative to approach him when they first met, just wanting to ask a few questions for some reason, could it be considered polite?

I don't know if this personality is sometimes good and sometimes bad. It always feels like a taut silk thread that will break if I'm not careful.

Ernst nodded slightly. He had some guesses about what Andorn was going to ask, but he still gestured:

"go ahead."

"Mr. Ernst, if there is a country that is extremely developed, its people live happily and healthily, and it always promotes the principle of doing good and the concept of fairness and justice, but it has never really done this, and turns a blind eye to the suffering of others, but just enjoys it all, as if everything is just as it should be, do you think this is right?"

Knew it.

Ernst sighed slightly.

If an ordinary person asked this kind of question, Ernst would think he was a little crazy.

Is this something that an average person can ask? Not to mention Terra, even in Ernst's previous life, there were still countless countries that were hungry and countless people in absolute poverty, starving and unable to fill their stomachs. In those countries and regions caught in the flames of war, there were tens of millions of refugees, displaced and facing life-threatening situations at any time. Aren't these people pitiful? Was the disaster they suffered caused by a prosperous country?

Well, this might be true.

But it is reasonable to say that, if we follow the most ideal statement in reasoning, then the way countries deal with these problems is really what a certain squid said, that is, each country accepts millions of refugees. In an instant, the refugees' survival problems and food rations were solved, allowing them to live a happy life. In theory, it only lowered the living standards of the country, which was not too much.

But theory is only theory, reason is reason, and reality is reality. The reality is that if we really accept refugees, it will not only bring about a slight decline in living standards, but also a host of more complex, troublesome and exhausting social problems - religion, living habits, crime, and the most troublesome "a little rice is a favor, a peck of rice is a grudge". When you are in trouble, you are given food, but one day you are not given food, and you have to fend for yourself, but you are treated as an enemy instead.

How can it be so easy to pursue equality?

Moreover, even if we completely ignore the real problems that have actually occurred and made many saints embarrassed, how many people can accept the slight decline in living standards?

If this is the case with the Earth, what about Terra?

National politics is not some great ideal. Every tone and every stroke of national politics is imbued with the word reality.

Of course, Ernst knew very well that since Andorn had already asked this question, it would be meaningless to talk to him about national politics or why Lateran did not do this. Since he was talking about theory, fortunately Ernst also had a theory.

He looked at Andorn, and instead of answering his question, he asked:

"Some of the issues involving a country are too broad. A country represents too many things, and it is difficult for a country to achieve complete unity of will. How about this, we change to an individual whose will can be completely unified, and take a person as an example, take you as an example, how about that?"

Andorn nodded slightly.

Although he was asking about the country, Ernst was not off topic. After all, as he said, there were many factions within the country. Even in the Lateran, the Pope and he had completely different ideas. It was indeed difficult to tell right from wrong if one used a country as an example.

But it is much simpler for a person. A person can only have one thought. He can't be schizophrenic, right?

Ernst sat up straight, stretched out his hand and grasped his tail hair, gritted his teeth, but finally did not make up his mind. Instead, he stood up, stretched out his hand and grabbed a strand of Andorn's hair under Andorn's somewhat puzzled gaze, and asked:

"Well, Mr. Andone, let me ask you a question. If I pull out this hair of yours, and it saves ten starving people, would you be willing to do it?"

Andorn was slightly stunned, not quite understanding what Ernst meant, but he still nodded:

"willing."

Ernst was not vague either. He reached out and plucked out a strand of his hair, shook it in front of Andorn, and then continued to ask:

"Now, if I cut off one of your hands or feet, I can save hundreds of people in a village. Are you willing?"

Andorn took a step back and looked at Ernst warily, only to find that he did not take out any weapons such as a bone saw.

Ernst also blinked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "It's just a question. I won't really do that kind of thing here."

Does that mean I can just change the place and do it?

Andorn pursed his lips and thought for a moment, but still nodded:

"If I could save so many people with one hand, I would."

Ernst nodded again, his eyes becoming sharper: