People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"What's wrong with being a knight? There are spies from the Helmetless Alliance and the Commercial Union all over Cavalleriaki now. It's not easy to change jobs before those capitalists squeeze your value."

"You sound so detached, as if you're not the one being exploited." Roy's partner Monica, who was wiping her bow and arrow, rolled her eyes at him.

Roy shrugged indifferently: "Yeah, us too, so we have to work overtime tonight. Is my bow cleaned?"

"Wipe it yourself, I'm not your babysitter." Monique refused sternly.

Roy replied with a playful smile: "Please help me, otherwise you will say that my cum stinks at night!"

Monique's face suddenly darkened. She raised her bow and aimed at Roy, as if to say, "If you dare to make dirty jokes again, I'll shoot you to death."

Roy quickly smiled and admitted his mistake: "I'm talking about archery, archery."

Monique then put away her bow and sighed helplessly.

Roy is very strong, even stronger than her, but his slippery personality doesn't seem like that of a legendary Qingjin Great Assassin at all. He always says weird things from different angles all day long. No one knows where this bad habit comes from.

We are ruthless killers, can't we live up to the image and be a little cold-faced and cruel?

..............

"You think I should look cooler?"

Listening to Vina's suggestion in the back seat, Ernst in the front seat glanced at the rearview mirror with some confusion.

"why?"

Vina explained: "Because interviewers are usually like this. If you don't look a little cold and ask sharp questions, those interviewers will think you are easy to deal with. It will be difficult for you to get nervous, and it will be difficult for you to evaluate their... well, what..."

"Ability to withstand stress?" Lola reminded.

Vina nodded immediately: "Yes, the ability to withstand pressure!"

Ernst nodded thoughtfully.

What Vina said made sense, and Ernst also knew that in general interviews, interviewers would usually conduct stress tests, that is, deliberately asking some tricky and intense questions that would make the interviewee unable to cope for a while, in order to test the interviewee's patience and flexibility.

This helps the interviewer to evaluate the overall quality of the interviewee.

But Ernst did not use this method, and the reason was very simple.

In our gang’s situation, we basically rely on fraud to recruit people, so why do we need to conduct stress testing?

The real stress test is basically all in Kjerag. When people go back with them, is there any need for testing? If you are locked up in a place with no entertainment for a year or two, you are basically a saint if you don't go to a mental hospital.

Otherwise, why do you think the recruitment is based on quantity and preference? If the screws are worn out, they have to be replaced with new ones!

However, it was a good thing that Vina took the initiative to propose to integrate into this big family so quickly. Ernst never hesitated to praise her: "Well said."

He paused,

"But no."

"Why?" Vina asked.

Ernst replied righteously: "I believe that those who are determined to work at Kjerag have high moral character, outstanding abilities, and strong psychological qualities, which do not need to be proven by tests. Just like you, have I ever conducted any tests on you?"

"No." Vina shook her head with emotion.

She originally thought that Ernst had no experience in recruiting because it was his first time, but she didn't expect Ernst to think this way. Is this one of the ten legendary qualities of a good boss: "Trust people when you employ them, and don't employ people if you don't trust them"?

admirable!

"Mr. Ernst, we're here."

The driver reminded him, Ernst nodded to him, and after the car stopped, he opened the door.

The Black Steel Casimir Branch, which had already received instructions from the biggest boss, Mr. Bridge Jacket Reeve, immediately came to greet them. After a simple greeting, Ernst glanced at his watch and saw that it was already 1 p.m.

The road conditions in the Terra Wilderness were always a problem, and Ernst arrived in Casimir four hours later than he expected.

He immediately looked at the security guard standing guard at the Heigang gate and asked:

"Hello, sir. Excuse me, has anyone come to apply for the job before we come?"

How could the security guard hide the fact that Mr. Cliff had a crush on a distinguished guest? He recalled it carefully and nodded:

"There was a girl holding a job advertisement standing at the door for about ten minutes. It was around nine in the morning. After that, she left and did not come in."

Ernst felt a little regretful when he heard this. Every person who was interested in this job was his future employee, and it was such a pity that one of them slipped away without his noticing.

But she was gone, Ernst didn't recognize her, and there was no way to find her again. He could only sigh and say:

"Thank you. In that case, let's go upstairs. We will stay in Casimir for three days in total. We will get off work at five o'clock this afternoon. After five o'clock, let's go together to experience the night of the Knight City!"

Lola and Vina looked at each other, more surprised than surprised, and said, "Isn't it bad to spend money like this?"

Ernst pursed his lips at Black Steel International behind him and said, "The branch donated generously."

Vina immediately exclaimed:

“It’s great to get a free pass!”

"What do you mean by freeloading?" Ernst corrected him dissatisfiedly, "This is called being frugal. If you want to find a man, you have to find someone like me, understand?"

Chapter 29: Oh, isn’t this Platinum? I haven’t seen you for a few days. Is you like this?

Casimir, Cavalleria Key, Zijinhua Restaurant.

Zijinhua Restaurant is a well-known local restaurant in the western part of Cavalleriak. It is said that it has been operating as a restaurant for more than 20 years, and before that, it was a street vendor, and its history can be traced back to before Cavalleriak became a mobile city.

"If you want to taste high-end Victorian cuisine or high-tech Colombian cuisine, I may not satisfy you here. But if you want to taste the flavor of Casimir, you have come to the right place!"

The Kuranta waiter's boasting obviously attracted the attention of Ernst and his party, including Vina, and the dishes they served did not disappoint their reputation.

The delicious and warming Russell soup, the sweet Casimir pancakes and the big stew with beef, cabbage, onions and carrots as the main ingredients are not very rare, but the dishes are made to give people a "this is indeed Casimir style" feeling.

The only thing Ernst was not satisfied with about the meal was the Casimir dumplings.

Yes, dumplings are not unique to Dayan. Casimir also has his own dumplings, but they are more round in shape, like a fan with a bulging belly.

The ingredients are usually meat, but when recommending dishes, the boss kindly recommended more "flavor" combinations for them. So, when Ernst picked up a dumpling with great interest and took a bite with great anticipation, he felt an indescribable taste.

“Why are there strawberries in dumplings?”

"What the hell, what is this, blueberry? Cherry?"

"What, you also had buckwheat and cheese? Wait for me, I'm going to the kitchen to use the bathroom."

Fortunately, Vina and Lola are both weak women with double A strength and speed, otherwise they would not be able to hold back Ernst, whose blood pressure has been erupting like the Xiosta volcano.

He is more than a heretic, he is simply a filial son!

After quickly pulling Ernst out of the restaurant, Lola finally had time to take a look at the receipt handed over by the waiter. Lola couldn't help but gasp and widen her eyes.

"This, this, this..."

Seeing this, Vina came forward, took the bill from Lola's hand, took a quick look at it, and frowned:

"Ernst, this bill is really expensive."

Ernst finally calmed down and shook his head. "Not expensive, how can it be not expensive? If it's not expensive, where can you eat these delicacies?"

"Cavalleria is a place of money-spending. How do you think a restaurant like the Purple Flower survives? Specialty food?"

Ernst smiled, pinched his index finger, middle finger and thumb together, and rubbed them.

"It depends on money."

Under the capitalist order, people are also consumables, but capitalists slightly beautify this reality and call them "human resources."

Since it is a social resource, it can be quantified and replaced. You say your family has inherited the thousand-year-old craft of Casimir pancakes, and I say my family has inherited the hundred-year-old craft of Casimir pancakes. At first glance, my history is longer, so I can be passed down, but what is the reality?

Perhaps the price of a thousand-year-old inheritance is higher, and the price of a hundred-year-old inheritance is lower, so capitalists naturally choose the hundred-year-old inheritance. Anyway, the taste buds of the public cannot taste the weight of history, and reasonable cost control becomes the only factor to be considered. As long as the sign is there, a hundred-year-old can also be a thousand-year-old, so what's the difference?

The fact that the Purple Flower Restaurant has become a well-known restaurant in the land-scarce Cavalleriaki without being eliminated by other restaurants is due to the amount of money spent on it, which is enough to attract the attention of the entire Kjerag.

But no matter what, it at least protects some of Casimir's traditional food from being lost. Although those dishes that were once available on every household's table have now become a feast for the rich and powerful, it is really sad. But at least, if you are rich enough, you can still eat it, right?

Those foods and traditions that are eliminated in such a cruel food competition are pitiful things that no one even cares about.

"Why do I feel like you're talking about more than just food?"

Vina asked, not quite understanding.

Ernst shook his head: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm very sensitive."

Vina: "Hmm? (alert)"

"I'm talking about political stance," Ernst explained righteously.

"Where are we going to go next?" he asked. "Black Steel listed some places worth visiting and said there will be a knight competition at the Hurricane Arena tonight. Are you interested?"

"We haven't hired anyone today. Is it really okay to just wander around with a clear conscience?" Lola felt a little uneasy.

But Ernst was very calm: "It just means there is no suitable one. Just like we only recruited one Vina in Londinium, but Vina got along well with us."

Ernst looked at Vina and was about to ask her if there was anywhere she wanted to go when she suddenly stopped and frowned seriously. Her furry ears began to twitch and turned around, as if she was listening to something.

Ernst quickly put away his relaxed expression and asked:

"what happened?"

"There's a sound of fighting ahead... It's coming towards us very fast!"

As Vina was about to grab Ernst's hand and leave, a silver figure rushed out of the alley in a panic. Perhaps she was exhausted, or perhaps she had no other choice. As soon as she came out of the alley and had no time to check the situation, she crashed into Ernst's chest. The explosive power of her well-trained body at the moment of death instantly knocked the poor snow leopard to the ground.

"Why run, Cintrea? You know, I've already taken the risk and given you the choice."

"But you don't want to join us, and you don't want to die. This makes it difficult for me."

A somewhat frivolous male voice came from the alley, and then a man in blue holding a compound bow slowly walked out.

As if he had not expected that there would be so many people outside the alley, a trace of surprise flashed across Qingjin Roy's face. Then, he seemed to have thought of something, and a strange smile appeared on his face. He raised his hand, pressed the headset, and greeted:

"Excuse me, everyone. May I ask who you are?"

Lola pulled the unconscious Sintela away from Ernst. Ernst, who had suffered a heavy blow, struggled to get up from the ground, looked at Sintela, who looked very familiar, rubbed his temple, and was about to answer: "We are Xie..."

Vina at the side suddenly stepped forward and answered in Victorian: "We are diplomats from the Kjerag government, and we are here on a business trip to Casimir. This is our boss, Ernst Shivaash. May I ask who you are, Excellency?"

Roy's smiling face suddenly froze. He, who usually talked a lot of nonsense, didn't know how to answer this question for a moment.

It's not like the Wu Zhou Alliance had never been seen doing things before. There were occasional times when they cleared the area due to negligence or because the time was too short, resulting in someone still lingering in the "hunting ground" and witnessing the scene. It was also not without precedent.

But most of those people are drunkards who don't listen to orders, streetwalkers who have just completed a deal, or local hooligans, at best they are new company employees. If they are older, they already have some experience and know some "social unwritten rules", and will take the initiative to avoid such occasions to avoid being affected.

But he had never imagined that one day he would meet a "foreign diplomat" while on a mission.

No, why would foreign diplomats walk around the streets at night without work or entertainment? Don't you know the rules of Casimir?

Oh, you are not from Casimir, so it seems you really shouldn’t understand.

The Wuzhou Alliance didn’t tell me how to deal with this situation.

Roy didn't dare to kill them. Although he had never heard of Kjerag, he didn't think anyone would joke about such an identity. Killing them casually would cause international conflicts, but it would affect the bosses above and the money-making jars of the Business Federation, which would be a big deal.

But if I don’t do it, the mission target is still a little bit left, and it will be difficult to report and affect my reputation.

Just as Roy was hesitating, Ernst slowly reached out and reached into the inner pocket of his new suit, as if he wanted to take something out.

Seeing this, Roy immediately loosened his fingers on the strings and waved his hands, indicating that he no longer had the intention to launch an attack. At the same time, he asked the other side of the headset:

"Monique, did you hear that?"

He had reconnected with Monique just as he walked out of the alley.

Monique's voice came from the other side of the headset:

"It is indeed the accent of Londinium, and the words used by the [Diplomat] just now are clearly 'aristocratic', so it may be genuine."

Monique was a Victorian who had once tried to join the army, and she was familiar with the proud accent of the noble who ran the local army. Vina's voice sounded even more special.

"Then you have to testify for me!" Roy whispered.

Monique snorted coldly: "Humph, you'd better explain to me, what were you doing during those few minutes when you were disconnected just now?"

"The signal is bad in the alley, the signal is bad." Roy laughed, and then immediately said to Ernst and others, "I just happened to pass by and found that the little girl seemed to be seriously injured. I don't know which bastard was so cruel. I was just about to send her to the hospital. Since you met you, there is no need for me, an enthusiastic citizen. I'll leave first and don't bother you anymore."

After saying this, without even glancing at Xinteleia, he turned around and quickly blended into the darkness.