People in Terra, governing a weird little country

As the current leader of Rhodes Island, the precocious girl has learned to think about these things on her own even without Kal'tsit by her side.

"Are you still in Rhode Island?"

Hedley asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

Amiya nodded. "Yes, I am the CEO of Rhodes Island now. Rhodes Island is now a pharmaceutical company. Some old friends have left, but Dr. Kal'tsit, Mr. Logos, Ms. Krusier, everyone is still here, and Dr. Warfarin has also joined us." Amiya paused and invited, "Would you like to come up and take a look?"

Hedley recovered from the shock of "the insignificant little rabbit turned into Theresa's heir", hesitated for a moment, and shook his head: "Forget it. With my current identity, there is no need to go to the island again."

As Kjerag's teacher, he should have nothing to do with Rhodes Island. As a spy sent to Kjerag by Tresis, he could not risk his life to provoke Tresis. Moreover, his visit to Rhodes Island would not have any other effect except to make people sad and think of the past. Instead, it would bring trouble to Rhodes Island.

The Sarkaz mercenary Hedley who was once a subordinate of Her Highness Theresa is already dead. It would be better for him not to go up now.

Amiya pursed her lips and nodded somewhat disappointedly.

Although she was young at the time and did not have any real memories of the series of events that happened during the Kazdel Civil War, she had a deep impression of her former companions such as Hedley, Inès, and W.

Of course, she hoped to recall these old subordinates of Her Highness Theresa, but to be honest, she had no say in these matters and she still needed Dr. Kal'tsit's consent.

Therefore, the invitation just now was just to invite him to "go to the island and take a look".

Mr. Hedley must have his reasons for not wanting to do so.

Perhaps he sensed Amiya's disappointment, or perhaps he saw the slightly drooping ears very intuitively, Hedley hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help but said:

"However, Amiya, although I can't go to the island, I still want to take a picture of Rhodes Island if possible, is that okay?"

Amiya's ears stood up again, and she nodded immediately: "Of course, Uncle Hedley, do you have a camera? I can go back and get it!"

"No, I have it." Hedley shook his head. Under Amiya's puzzled gaze, he took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket.

He picked up the ballpoint pen and removed the tip in front of Amiya, revealing the tiny camera inside. He pointed it in the direction of Rhodes Island and twisted it slightly.

There was no sound, but the video footage of Rhodes Island has been preserved.

Then, he looked at Amiya and said:

"Amiya, can you turn your back and pretend to walk towards Rhodes Island?"

Amiya was stunned for a moment. Although she was confused, she still did as she was told.

Hedley raised the ballpoint pen again, repeated the process, and took another picture.

"Okay, Amelia, thank you!"

Finally, a bright smile from the heart appeared on his face.

"This way I can have something to think about, and feel a lot more relaxed."

Although she had no idea where Hedley got this spy camera that looked strange at first glance, Amiya still nodded as if she understood.

"Did you help Uncle Hedley? That's great."

Hedley smiled and nodded.

He treasured the photo that contained Amiya, and as for the remaining photo that did not contain Amiya, he edited it based entirely on his excellent literary accomplishment.

Didn't Tracys want intelligence? Isn't he here now?

An evil spirit, the evil spirit of the Tower of Babel, is floating in the sky above the land of Terra!

Chapter 256 Ursus: I will laugh at anyone who goes to the Expo for a year

Ursus Empire, Fort Saint, suburbs.

The contemporary Ursian Emperor, Fyodor Vladimirovich, has just returned from a spring hunting trip with the Speaker of the Duma, Islam Witte.

Saint Steed Castle is a mobile city, and there shouldn't be any real wild animals. The contemporary Ursus Emperor Fyodor claims to be frugal and has never revealed his hunting hobby. However, there are still many nobles in Saint Steed Castle who are willing to raze their manors to the ground and transform them into the emperor's hunting grounds.

It is often impossible to hide a leader's hobbies. Even if you don't say anything, those who depend on you will do their best to find out and then try every possible way to please them.

Perhaps for an emperor, hunting is just hunting, not fighting a war, and it certainly cannot be considered a waste of money and labor, but Fyodor's face is still full of worry:

"Sir Witte, this hunting ground is really nice, but you'd better not come here next time."

As the de facto second-in-command of the Ursus Empire's Saint Steed Castle, Islam Witt, who holds the title of [Balancer], bowed respectfully and accepted the order:

"I understand."

"I don't mean to give you any orders." Fyodor sighed, "Hunting is one of my few hobbies. I have never told anyone else about it except my father. But Lord Witte, if I remember correctly, this hunting ground should have been the estate of Marquis Andro, right?"

"You have a good memory, Your Majesty. This is the manor of Marquis Andro." Islam Witt nodded in affirmation.

Fyodor asked again: "When did he decide to turn this place into a hunting ground?"

Islam Witt did not hesitate at all and answered fluently: "Your Majesty, it was 22 years ago."

"22 years ago..." Fyodor's expression trembled slightly, as if he thought of something, and he sighed deeply.

This year is 1094, and if we move the clock forward 22 years, that year is 1072. In that year, the Ursus Empire was still led by Vladimir Ivanovich, the Great Emperor, who had experienced the Battle of the Four Emperors and was forged in blood and fire. The era of great expansion had not yet ended, and the golden age of Ursus was still continuing. The dividends brought by the war pushed the wheels of high-speed warships forward, crushing all the enemies of Ursus and squeezing out the fat of milk and honey from their bones and blood.

No one loyal to Ursus and the late emperor would have thought that just one year later, their greatest emperor, the only one in the history of the Ursus Empire who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the founding emperor, would die suddenly in his bedroom, so unexpectedly that he didn't even leave any decent last words.

And an era will end.

Islam Witt certainly noticed the melancholy expression on the emperor's face. He thought it was the emperor recalling the past and feeling a little sad about his father, so he comforted him:

"Your Majesty, the era of the late emperor has passed after all. Now is your era. The empire still needs your guidance. Please do not indulge in grief too much."

"Sadness? Is that what you think?" Fyodor closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and then said, "Sir Witte, go back and arrange for someone to investigate Marquis Andro. If necessary, you can send the Internal Guard to participate."

"The late emperor died in 1073, but Marquis Andro had already begun to transform his estate in Saint Stein Castle into a hunting ground in 1072. Was he really preparing for a rainy day and trying to please me? Or did he know some news a long time ago and was involved in something unforgivable? Lord Witte, I need you to investigate this matter!"

Islam Witt, who had been keeping his head down, was startled for a moment. He couldn't help but raise his head and finally looked into the emperor's eyes.

The eyes of the tall, tired-looking Ursus man were colder than ever before.

"Don't you think so?"

"No, Your Majesty, I am just worried."

"worry about what?"

"What if something really is found out?" Islam Witt said with a wry smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that the awe-inspiring "manliness" of the tall Ursus man in front of him disappeared in an instant. Fyodor returned to his tired old state and walked in front.

"Yes, then you should be careful. At least, don't let him appear in front of me again. The same applies to this manor."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Islam Witt immediately nodded in agreement.

Fyodor said no more and left the hunting ground first.

It's not that he didn't want to investigate Marquis Andro in depth, but he really couldn't.

Because this involves a mystery that even he, the Emperor of Ursus, cannot easily touch upon - the death of the previous emperor.

The former emperor of the Ursus Empire, Fyodor's father, died in his own bedroom on an ordinary night. Before that, although he had signs of physical discomfort, according to the doctor's diagnosis and treatment, he had gradually recovered and was far from being seriously ill and died. In addition, both the guards outside the bedroom that night and the [Emperor's Blade] internal guards responsible for protecting the Ursus Emperor were very secretive about what happened that night, claiming that they had not heard or seen any sounds or figures before the emperor's death, which made the incident itself shrouded in an indelible cloud.

This is a topic that cannot be touched at all.

Especially as the current emperor, Fyodor, as the biggest beneficiary of the death of the previous emperor, if the previous emperor's death was really "suspicious", then he would be the most suspected. And if he initiated an official investigation into the death of the previous emperor, the interest groups involved would be extremely huge.

These interest groups are not only those who may have been involved in the death of the previous emperor, but also his current supporters. They are intertwined and have deep relationships with each other. If they touch one of them, they will break bones and tendons.

Therefore, out of consideration for his own interests and political stability, he became the person who should least delve into the matter.

But as a child and as an emperor, he couldn't help but think, will the person who first created the clay figures for the burials have no descendants?

If there was something fishy about the death of the previous emperor, how could he, the emperor, be guaranteed safety? If he was unwilling to accept certain arrangements made by the nobles and wanted to emulate his father, would he become the next emperor to die of a sudden illness in his bedroom?

Therefore, he could only resort to this last resort. Even if he could not erase the suspected traitor Marquis Andro from the family tree, he at least had to get him out of the center of power so that he would no longer be an eyesore.

Being an emperor is really tiring for him.

"Sometimes, I really envy the kings in Ers. How can they command so many people to respond?"

Fyodor shook his head helplessly and took the initiative to mention the Ursus version of "History of the Ursian Nations" which had just been released in the Holy Castle.

The emperor in the book really has "As an emperor, my power is unlimited!". The lower-level ones are still the incarnation of God on earth, while the more powerful ones are already shooting towards the heart of the sun with the mentality of a wild beast.

"So that's the book, Your Majesty." Islam Witt smiled. "The author of this book, Ernst Shivaash, is the leader of Kjerag. Kjerag's territory is less than one percent of Ursus, and the management skills required are less than one-tenth of yours. He probably can't imagine the hardships and difficulties you have to face to rule Ursus's vast territory and tens of millions of people."

"Hahaha, that's true!" Fyodor couldn't help but laugh.

Indeed, compared to Ursus, Kjerag is just a larger town, not even reaching the threshold of a mobile city. For a village chief who fantasizes about ruling the world by centralizing the management of a village, it is quite good to be able to perform at this level.

I guess he can't understand in real life what it means for a country to be able to rule over tens of millions of people?

"But, speaking of which, Sir Witte, the Minister of Foreign Affairs brought me some interesting news today."

Fyodor paused for a moment, waiting for Islam Witt to show a curious expression, and then he said with satisfaction,

"That Ernst Shivaash seems to be gathering all the countries of Terra to hold an International Expo to showcase their strength."

Strength, including military strength and cultural strength.

Fyodor couldn't help laughing and shook his head. "I bet he can't invite any big country. Do you believe it? Which big country would be so bored as to attend a show held by a tiny country? Believe me, if there really is a country that attends, I will laugh at them for a whole year! It's really fun!"

The corners of Islam Witt's mouth twitched.

In fact, the reason why he took time out to accompany Fyodor to hunt today and relax was to mention this matter to Fyodor in a roundabout way.

He actually prefers to send a delegation to participate.

Although he also felt that with the size of Kjerag, a tiny country with almost no international appeal, he could not attract the attention of any major country by holding an International Expo, let alone invite major countries to participate. But adhering to the attitude that one more friend is better than one more enemy, Islam Witt planned to arrange some people to bring some things to join in the fun.

After all, Ursus has no shortage of cultural products and the history of Ursus is quite long, dating back to the "Bear Breeder" of the Hippogriff Empire. There are many antiques, famous paintings, traditional skills and so on handed down. They can easily take out an "Ursus Easter Egg" and "Ursus Nesting Doll". Even if these are not enough, they have annexed many countries and borrowed cultural relics from those countries. It would be enough to open a large Ursus Museum, right?

As for military products, let alone a retired cannon or infantry fighting vehicle from the warehouse, they can be turned into real war relics.

Besides, Ursus doesn't lack that much manpower. It would be enough to just grab two gray animals who eat and do nothing in the government and send them over.

But since the emperor had said so, Islam Witt did not intend to touch that bad luck. After hesitating for a moment, he chose to join Fyodor's smile:

"Best regards, Your Majesty!"

Chapter 257: A Day in the Life of Tallulah

Ursus, tundra, ???, tundra guerrilla base.

There is not much difference between spring and winter in Ursus, and this is even more true on the tundra. With a huge temperature difference between day and night, the survival of the guerrillas is the biggest problem.

Fortunately, with the presence of Tallulah, the guerrillas don't have to worry about the source of fire. Most of the Originium skills of the Draco girls are expressed in the form of "flame", and Tallulah's flame is hot and overbearing, always warming everyone around her.

At this time, Talulah would be extremely pleased with her act of inserting the Originium fragment herself. If she was not an infected person, she would have to rely on external equipment such as staffs to cast spells, and there were very few people on the tundra, so naturally there was no place to sell and maintain staffs.

"But, Tallulah, you still need to be moderate when using Originium techniques. If you use them too frequently, it will have an impact on your body."

The gentle Elafia girl blinked her eyes and treated the wound on Tallulah's arm with simple herbs.

When the Originium crystals have developed to the point where they are exposed on the body surface, medical institutions consider them to be patients with severe Ore Disease. However, Tallulah's situation is rather special. Perhaps because of Drake's overly strong constitution, she not only did not show symptoms like other patients with Ore Disease, such as fever and almost exploding, but even the most common physical discomfort rarely occurred. Ore Disease did not seem like a terminal illness to her, but instead became a kind of buff.

This is also due to her physique which is a mixture of the Draco royal blood and the true dragon blood.

This is a fact that cannot be denied. Although people like Ernst and Levi also want to shout out the declaration that only kings, princes, generals and ministers are born with a special kind of blood, if we want to be realistic, in the land of Terra, the benefits brought by bloodline are sometimes really exaggerated, and some people really win at the starting line when they are born.

It is foreseeable that Talula actually has many paths to take. When she was in Longmen, she was the only daughter of Edward Artelias, and the strongest hybrid of Terra with both the royal blood of Victoria Drake and the blood of the Great Flame True Dragon. Although the possibility of using it is very small, she does have a strong claim of the Victoria Empire and a weak claim of the Great Flame. If she is willing to be inferior to others, I am afraid that the Great Flame Emperor will also keep her alive for political considerations for his use - a puppet with such a special identity can do too many things.

Even after being kidnapped by Duke Koschei, she still had a variety of choices. The easiest one was to accept Koschei's legacy in its entirety. Although the Black Snake was full of lies and was insidious and cunning, the Duke Koschei's clone did train Tallulah as her heir. Although the result of accepting this path would most likely be that she would be replaced by Koschei's seed and become another extremely powerful Black Snake, to be honest, the difficulty of this would not be higher than her current situation.

Tallulah undoubtedly chose the most difficult path. She is a challenger, a revolutionary who questions the existing order and tries to resist all the labels, conspiracies, and even "fate" imposed on her. From this point of view alone, she is always worthy of admiration.

The first person to hold up the torch is often not the one who reaches the finish line, but it is precisely because someone has lit the torch that the torch can be passed on. It is impossible for every attempt to cross the river by feeling the stones to be correct, but if the significance of the attempt is simply evaluated by right or wrong, it is a superficial arrogance.

The Draco girl, who had the innate advantage of bloodline but discarded the status and position brought by this advantage, used the ability brought by bloodline as a tool instead of worshipping bloodline as sacred, was still full of hope for the future of herself and her best friend. She whispered:

"It's okay, Alina. I'll heat more so everyone will be warmer."

"You." The Elafia girl shook her head helplessly and wanted to preach, but she saw that Tallulah had already run towards a village she often visited.

The tundra is sparsely populated. There is no internet, no logistics, no clean and spacious streets, and no dazzling neon lights. It is isolated from modern society. Only some people who can't survive will huddle together here for warmth, and then continue to be unable to survive.

After joining forces with the legendary Ursus general and the current leader of the infected guerrillas, Patriot Bozhukasti, Tallulah also obtained the addresses of several villages provided by the Shield. The guerrillas had to move frequently to avoid being surrounded by the Ursus search team, and naturally they could not carry out planting work. In order to obtain various necessities of life, they had to trade with these tundra residents who were also "unable to survive".

As soon as Tallulah entered the village, she smelled the aroma of bread. For her, who had been crawling on the tundra for many years, the fact that the residents could make such fragrant bread could only mean one thing - they were in a good mood.