People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Sometimes, he sighed: "It's rare for a prime minister to be like me." "I also want to collect taxes for 50 years." "There's not even a small stove, wuwuwu~"

But after sighing, he still had to work.

Who told me that I was the "holy child" personally mentioned by Yelagund? Who told me that I was chosen by the organization, supported by the Kjerag people, and became the prime minister of Kjerag? Who told me to recite those five words on the wall in my previous life until I died?

There is no difference between me and Enthiotis. Now that I have obtained this power, I am reluctant to give it up, and I don’t feel comfortable handing it over to anyone else.

And now, the opportunity to pay off the debt ahead of time has arisen.

Although the repayment date was agreed to be ten years, it did not say that the repayment must be made after ten years. Since Kristen and Nastie wanted to carry out the Sky City project experiment so much, and they looked like they had "no shortage of money", Ernst simply satisfied them.

Let them transfer the money, redeem the land by themselves, and then sublease it to them for ten years. According to the current market price of Kjerag's land, after deducting the ten-year amount, Ernst will find a way to return the remaining money to Kristen. He won't charge much, just as a thank you for Kristen and Nasti's efforts in rebuilding Tukarim, and do them a favor.

And, to be honest, Ernst was also quite curious about what the so-called city in the sky would look like if it was really built.

That is a wonder that does not exist on earth.

High-speed warships and the like don't seem to be much different from terrestrial battleships and aircraft carriers. Mobile cities, although shocking, do not exceed the scope of human science fiction imagination.

But the city in heaven...

Heaven, celestial palace, paradise, the White Jade Capital in the sky, twelve floors and five cities?

That's not science fiction, that's fantasy.

Even in an era when humans on Earth are able to build space stations in low-Earth orbit and send people to stay there for long periods of time, the use of the sky is pitifully small. We haven't even popularized mass-produced flying cars, let alone building a city in the sky.

The only thing that Ernst could imagine that was more in line with the "city in the sky" was the space station and star rings seen in "Stellaris".

Is that what Kristen and Nastie want to build? Ernst is not sure. But he knows that instead of questioning and denying, it is better to try to believe it first.

The ancient Greeks regarded lightning as a whip cast by the god Zeus, but after that, electricity became an energy source that every household relies on for survival. In a society that is changing with each passing day, what is there that we cannot believe in?

When humans were still huddled in caves, could they have imagined that one day they would build towering buildings, reaching places where even Zeus’ whip could not reach, and overlooking the clouds?

Don't let your seemingly "long-term" but "earth-bound" thinking limit Terra.

This is a place with magical Originium skills, heaven-defying material science, and host terminals that can realize "The Holy Kara connects us." Who knows, the former civilization that is still shrouded in fog has become powerful enough to manipulate time and play with space?

Isn't it amazing, Terra?

"Mr. Ernst, what are you thinking about?"

A voice brought Ernst back to reality from his trance. He looked up and saw that Kristen and Nasti were no longer in front of him. Instead, a lynx with short light green hair was speaking human language.

"Kelsey? When did you come?"

"Not long after I arrived, Xinteleya knocked on the door and no one answered, so I came in on my own."

Kelsey said,

"Mr. Ernst was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't even notice there was another person in the room."

"Sorry." Ernst scratched his head apologetically, "What does Dr. Kal'tsit want to talk to me about?"

Kal'tsit said, "It's about the exhibits that Rhodes Island will display at the expo."

Ernst blinked: "Have you decided?"

He remembered that Kal'tsit said at the time that it still needed some further consideration. Was it already done?

Kelsey nodded.

Ernst then said, "Then tell me, what kind of exhibits are there? Are there many? I will ask Holhaiya to arrange the exhibition area and display cabinets for you."

"Not many, just one."

"What is it?"

"I."

Ernst: “?”

Kal'tsit said earnestly: "I am the Immortal."

"I can help, as an operator assigned by Rhodes Island to introduce the history behind each exhibit to each guest. I don't need you to pay me, but in exchange, I hope Mr. Ernst will acquiesce to my right to move freely in the exhibition, make friends with foreign guests, and discuss business cooperation."

"Ah... this."

Ernst was a little confused by this blow. It's not that he didn't know what an "Immortal" was. As the name suggests, it refers to a person who has gained immortality for some reason.

He was just a little curious, where did Kal'tsit get such confidence?

Introducing every exhibit and the historical stories behind them to every guest? This is not easy!

You know, the World Expo is a grand event in which almost all of Terra participates, except for a certain northern giant. There are already more than a thousand exhibits submitted, covering all aspects of military, politics, and culture, and the time span exceeds a thousand years!

Not to mention the immortals, even the great god Yelagund might not be able to recognize them all. The great god Yelagund is a giant beast, who are you, Kal'tsit, to live longer than a giant beast?

Perhaps sensing Ernst's questioning look, Kelsey puffed out her chest, which was unusual for her. It was a done deal, and it was final:

"You don't have to worry that I will deceive you. To be honest, I may be a little lacking in some aspects, but only in this aspect -"

"I know everything!"

Chapter 282 Mark Max: Hello, Mr. Ernst

omniscient?

Ernst didn't know how Kelsey could be so confident. He looked down on anyone who claimed to know everything.

Because people cannot be truly "omniscient", it is just a concept, and humans cannot accomplish anything at the conceptual level. Just like you want to be romantic, but in the end you can only try to make the other person feel special through various specific intentions. If the other person is not interested in you at all, then there is no romance.

But Ernst also knew that Kelsey didn't mean that. She probably just wanted to brag about her rich experience and excellent knowledge. Ernst believed this.

Although Kal'tsit may not look very old, she is a well-known figure in the Terran scientific community. Before Rhodes Island established a formal cooperation with Kjerag, the way it made its name was through the research papers on oripathy that Kal'tsit published in the scientific weekly.

A learned person may not be knowledgeable in every aspect, because the length of life limits the depth of their learning. But a learned immortal... Ernst is hard to say, but since Kal'tsit seems so confident, it doesn't hurt to let her try.

After all, apart from her, Shelagh really didn't have anyone else who was capable and very suitable for the job.

Nosis Edwards could try, but according to Enchiodis, he seems to be sick?

Poor Liberi, he doesn't have the strong physique of our Film Snow Leopard! He always fails when he is needed. However, it's good that he is sick, otherwise, if he really has to be a tour guide for those guests with that stinky face, Ernst doesn't know whether the guests have any problems, but I'm afraid he will be sick again the next day.

After finalizing the matter, Ernst instructed Lavishne to take Kal'tsit to get the pass for the exhibition venue. Not long after they left the house, there was a knock on the door again.

"Hey, guys, what's going on today? Why are there so many people this morning?"

Ernst raised an eyebrow.

He had expected so many people to come. After all the big news released at the opening ceremony yesterday, it would be strange if not many people were curious about the airship.

Especially those big countries, apart from Leithania and other countries that only sent envoys, they may need to make an emergency report to the country before determining the course of action. For other countries that have sent heavyweights, such as Casimir, Dayan, and the two dukes of Victoria, if they do not come to see him, Ernst will feel nervous and worried.

If no one cheers, how can it be proved that the work is good? If it is bad, he might as well bite a lighter.

But the problem is that a lot of people came to see him. From last night to this morning, the Grand Tutor of Dayan, the Duke of Caster of Victoria, and Kal'tsit of Rhodes Island, a total of three... uh, two and a half big shots have come.

But these three, except for the Duke of Caister, did not seem to care too much about the airship. And for some well-known reasons, the Duke of Caister also prioritized the airship after the heir to the throne, Alexandrina Vina Victoria, who suddenly appeared.

Are airships really that unattractive? Am I out of fashion?

As Ernst was thinking, the door rang again. This time he responded:

"Please come in."

A familiar figure who looked fat but not greasy walked in from outside the door.

"Holhaiya? Why don't you say anything?"

Hol Haiya: “..........”

Ernst was a little surprised: "What's wrong?"

Holhaiya's expression changed once, twice, and three times. After a thousand changes, he sighed deeply, moved his feet slightly, and introduced sideways:

"Ahem, Boss, let me introduce you to you. This is the President of Colombia. He wants to see you."

Ernst was stunned and looked out along the space revealed by Holhaiya. There was no one at the gate.

He blinked, looked at Holhaiya in confusion, turned back, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the office door again as if to confirm.

Hmm, it's still empty?

"Could the President of Colombia be Safra?"

Ernst knew that there was a branch of the Safra race that had a very powerful talent that could change the color of their surroundings to be almost identical to the surrounding environment in order to achieve the effect of stealth. Many countries would hire them as spies, assassins, or professional paparazzi to collect black materials from high-level officials in other countries.

When he first learned about this race, he pondered it for a while before finally realizing that this was just an enhanced version of the [Chameleon].

Although he knew that this race existed, the number of this kind of Safra was very small, and Ernst had never actually seen one. Unexpectedly, he gained new insights today from the body of the President of Colombia. He forgot the beginning, the middle, and the end, but in short, he was moved, shed tears, and gave support.

"Ahem, no, Boss, the President is here."

Holhaiya pursed her lips and pointed helplessly at a fat-headed chicken about the size of a head on the ground.

It is not quite accurate to call it an edible Scottish round-faced fat chicken. After all, the image of this "feathered beast" is more similar to the "pigeon" in Ernst's previous life. However, Ernst has never seen a pigeon with one leg and long horns, wearing a suit and a bow tie, with a golden medal almost half the size of its body, and a pair of small round glasses on its beak, which can barely be called a nose bridge.

Ernst looked at this special feathered beast called "Colombian President" by Holhaiya in surprise, as if he was wondering if Holhaiya was playing another Colombian prank on him. But when his eyes met Mark Max's, he suddenly noticed that the other's eyes, which were clearly black and white and looked like a screw, suddenly shrank and expanded.

Like, some kind of camera?

The President of Colombia did not come in person, but asked his men to bring such a feathered beast robot so that he could meet him remotely?

But how did he do it? Terra does not have satellite communication technology. The capital of Columbia, Max Columbia, is thousands of miles away from Kjerag. It is impossible for a communication signal to cross the wilderness without any signal base station relay station, eliminate the interference of Originium on the signal, and shuttle back and forth between the two places in real time!

If Colombia could achieve this kind of technology, they would have defeated Victoria long ago!

While Ernst was puzzled, Mark Max was also looking at him.

His Excellency the President cast his gaze towards the young man in front of him, examining and inspecting every detail of his body, down to every hair and every inch of skin.

But he got nothing.

This is indeed a Terran body, without a doubt a Ferrin.

This made Mark Max a little suspicious.

Could it be that I was overthinking it? Did the Infinite Monkey Theory really create "an inevitable coincidence" that caused a Terran to come up with content that was identical to a classic human speech?

It was difficult to determine the specific situation, so Mark Max did not make a direct judgment. He knew that in the civilization where his father and creator, the great [Preserver] Trevor Friston, once lived, incredible genius ideas were constantly emerging. The use of Originium was one of them.

Originium contained infinite possibilities, but the barbaric and backward Terrans only knew how to use it as energy and fuel. Their understanding of Originium was still at the lowest level of matter, and they had no idea of ​​the great role of Originium in another realm.

The most basic point is that the so-called Originium technique is to shape those fancy spell forms and release them. It is the warlock's consciousness, but the energy that constitutes the spell itself comes from the Originium.

Where does the great energy in the source stone come from? Why can a small "casting unit" release that energy and make the energy change according to your thoughts? Why can it become wind just by "wanting" it to become wind?

Is Originium reading minds?

Further speculation, is Originium reading the "data in the soul"?

The research on Originium was not completely completed until the end of the previous civilization. Even Trevor Friston did not know the specific progress of the research, what stage it had reached, and what results had been achieved, because this was the responsibility of another group of researchers.

"It's in the charge of two very talented and young human researchers." This was all the information Mark Max got from his "father".

If that technology is indeed developed to maturity in the end, it is not impossible for the Originium to send a will from a thousand years ago to the present Terra, and then revive that will through some special means.

Isn’t [Flame Demon Project] a very vivid example?

As the President of Colombia, he is an AI who practices the concept of "father" in an absolutely rational way. He is not a "household servant robot" who will show the utmost kindness to every suspected human being. This can be seen from his appearance that "even his appearance is not good enough". Even if they are the remnants of the previous civilization, if they block his father's path, he will not hesitate to eliminate them!

The reason why he chose to support Vice President Wilson in helping Ernst during the "Evil Spirit Project" incident was not only because Ernst had already convinced Wilson and he could go with the flow and give this "suspected godfather" some harmless help, but the bigger reason was that the success of the "Evil Spirit Project" made him see a possibility.

It allows him to rescue his biological father Trevor Friston from the cage of endless time and give him the possibility to fulfill his filial piety.

Of course, it's just a possibility.

The reason why he came to Kjerag in person was to verify this possibility.

"Mr. President Mark Max?"

After confirming with Holhaiya once again, and receiving Holhaiya's eye reply of "It's unbelievable to me too, but he is indeed the one", Ernst called out,

"first meet."

Should I reach out to shake hands? Or should I touch the horned feathered beast's pigeon head? Or should I help smooth its fur?

Ernst hesitated, but Mark Max had already raised his head. His cold and majestic voice sounded in the room, asking a strange question:

"Chancellor Ernst, what are the axioms of civilization?"