People in Terra, governing a weird little country

To the extent that, even though the people of Cavaleri have entered a stage of drunkenness, debauchery and entertainment to death, social power is still not truly manipulated and monopolized by the "big capital oligarchs".

To some extent, the reason why capitalists vigorously promote the concept of knight competition and stir up the trend of knight competition is not only because knights are one of the characteristics of Casimir, but also because they want to use this as a starting point and can only use this as a starting point to use the "knights" defined by capital to shake and corrupt the foundation of another group of knights who represent tradition in order to achieve the purpose of "seizing power".

This force, which represents the traditional knights, is probably the only force that can deter these capitals and the "Helmless Alliance" they own.

"You mean the Supervisory Committee?"

Xinteleya answered thoughtfully.

There is no doubt that she was also an unwitting participant in this invisible trend of change, and she could feel most clearly what external forces were against herself as a former competitive knight.

Refusing to issue honorary certificates to certain knights with bad records, regularly reviewing and investigating the qualifications of certain members of the Knights Templar, vetoing the holding of certain highly talked-about athletic competitions, and obstructing the approval of the application for development land for a new arena submitted by the Chamber of Commerce to the National Council.

These things seemed very common in the past, and Xinteleiya had even complained about them as "old antiques are really stubborn", but now, after Ernst's reminder, they immediately flashed through Xinteleiya's mind.

She confirmed: "If there is any organization that dares to go against Casimir, the Commercial Union, and the Heroless Alliance, it will only be the Supervisory Association! Because they are all old-fashioned knight nobles like Lin Guang, and the violent organization they control is the army, the fighting knights!"

Ernst nodded with satisfaction, showing an expression of teachable character.

It would have been fine if the Supervisory Committee had not been mentioned, but now that it was mentioned, a figure suddenly flashed through Ernst's mind.

As we all know, Ernst's recognition of Ark characters is basically based on memes, and there is one character who can be said to be one of the characters with the most memes since the launch of the server.

The new three mythical gods: Ra’s Pterosaur, the humble office worker, my ranger uncle, the newspaper-reading zombie, and Mabel man!

"Laoma, laoma!"

"It's up to you!"

Chapter 32 What you love is your life

"Mr. Manna, there is a letter for you."

The messenger rang the courtyard doorbell and said to the pager,

A slightly tired male voice came from it:

"So early? Letter? Wait a minute."

A moment later, a blond man in a wrinkled leather windbreaker opened the door, came to the courtyard entrance, and took the letter:

"Thank you."

He was about to turn around and leave, but the messenger stopped him:

"You're welcome. That, Mr. Manna, postage payable."

Maenna was stunned for a moment, looked at the envelope in her hand, and then looked at the postman.

If he remembered correctly, the postage for a letter like this should be less than a few dozen dollars, even if it is an international mail?

Who would send a letter to themselves and choose to pay on delivery?

Confused, Mainna frowned, and after confirming that there was no advertisement on the envelope, he took out his wallet and paid the postman. Three Casimir rupees, the price for intra-city delivery.

With the mail, he returned home, sat on the sofa, glanced at the clock on the wall, and saw that it was already eight o'clock. He put the letter on the table, turned around and went upstairs to Maria's bedroom door.

"It's time to get up, Maria. Eat breakfast and get ready for school."

There were long-lasting murmurs and pleadings in the room, but Mauna ignored them. After a long while, Maria's language system finally restarted successfully at a speed that surpassed 1% of the children in the country, and she replied:

"Okay, uncle, I'm getting up."

Then Manna went downstairs, heated up the sausage and bacon, put them on a plate along with the bread and warm milk baked in the kitchen, and brought them to the dining table. Maria, who had changed into a school uniform, was already sitting at the dining table. She said good morning to Manna, "Good morning, uncle."

"Yeah." Mainna nodded and returned to the sofa. Just as she was about to pick up the newspaper, she remembered the letter on the coffee table.

Three rupees is not expensive, but it is impressive enough on an uneventful morning.

"There's no name or address, just my name. Is it someone I know?"

A series of old friends flashed through his mind unconsciously. For a moment, Mainna couldn't think of who would do such a tasteless thing. He simply took off his key chain and used the old-fashioned folding scissors on it to open the envelope.

There was nothing extra in the envelope, just a thin piece of letter paper and a short message.

【Personally from Maenna Linguang. 】

[I learned that you have been tracking down your elder brother, Snitz Linguang, and his wife, Yolanta Linguang. I have clues about them and I am honored to share them with you. If you are interested, you can meet me at 10 Oak Street, McCasway Cafe on the afternoon you receive the letter. The code is 'What you love is your life; when will the lemon be sour'. ]

[Your loyal fan——Kjerag top laner]

After scanning the contents of the letter, Maenna's first reaction was: "What the hell is this?"

There is no doubt that this was indeed his first reaction. Anyone who received such an unclear letter early in the morning would feel a little confused, especially the strange code at the end of the letter.

Other people's secret codes are things like "cobra, oyster shell", "king covering the earth with tiger, chicken stewed with mushrooms", "find 0, I'm 1", etc.

What is your secret code?

And the signature is also very strange. Kjerag is the top laner? Isn't Kjerag a backward small country next to Casimir? What is the top laner?

But after being confused, he still extracted some useful information from the letter, for example, that they actually knew his secret.

Mainna never gave up looking for the whereabouts of his elder brother Snitz Lingguang who disappeared in a secret operation. This is not only because he is the father of Margaret and Maria, but also because he does not believe that these two new generation military stars of Casimir would disappear out of thin air without any news!

But this has always been his secret, and almost no outsiders know about it. To outsiders, Mainna Lingguang has accepted reality and has become a humble office worker with two children, single and unmarried, and scolded by his boss and clients every day. Even if there are still a few people who are wary of him or have hope for him, they will not know his true thoughts.

But the one who wrote the letter, [Shelagh Top Lane], knew about it, and even made it a firm request for him to meet with him.

What does he, or they, want to do?

Maenna pondered and refolded the letter, put it back into the envelope, thought for a moment, raised his head, looked at Maria who was slowly drinking milk, and said:

"Maria, I have something to do this afternoon and may not be able to pick you up. You can go home by yourself after class."

"Do we have to work overtime again?" Maria raised her head and asked with a pout.

Maenna hesitated for a moment and nodded: "It is related to what I have been doing."

Maria was sensible and didn't ask any more questions: "Okay, can you bring me a meal from HFC when you come back?"

Mauna frowned and wanted to say that girls should eat less high-calorie foods, but after thinking about it, she agreed, "Okay."

Maria immediately finished drinking the milk that usually took her a long time to drink with a smile on her face, and cheered as she carried her schoolbag.

"You'll still send me off in the morning, right?"

"Yeah." Mainna nodded and put the envelope into her purse.

I'll take a leave in the afternoon. I don't have much vacation time left. I hope the person who wrote this letter won't let me down.

...........

Afternoon, McCasway Cafe, 10 Oak Street.

With a bandage still on her thigh, Xinteleya sat alone at a street-facing table in the cafe, looking through the glass wall at the bustling street outside.

Her outfit looked somewhat eye-catching in the cafe. Even the passers-by outside the cafe, after noticing Xinteleya, would unconsciously cast curious glances at this beautiful girl who looked a little sickly.

Fortunately, Casimir is not the conservative Kjerag. Today's social atmosphere is particularly open. Although this kind of dress is novel, it is not too abstract and unconventional. Although it can attract attention, it will not attract excessive attention.

Of course, Xinteleya herself had no interest in returning the glances of the passers-by. She was holding a warm cup of coffee in her hand and communicating quietly with Ernst on the other side of the headset.

"Mr. Ernst, will Maenna really come? She is a big shot in the Linguang family."

She asked somewhat unconfidently. If Prime Minister Kjerag was still a foreign leader, which seemed a bit unreal to her, then the Linguang family was a veritable famous family in Casimir!

Although this prominent family seems to have had some problems recently in its economic situation, everyone knows that for a family whose characters are written into history textbooks, no matter how poor they are, how poor can they be within three generations?

They still live in a big villa with a courtyard, and there is also a fence outside the courtyard to keep out strangers. Those steel bars and iron sheets are so much more noble than those in the rental house!

Would such a person really be willing to show up and help me?

On the other end of the headset, Ernst replied confidently, "Yes."

This confidence is not for himself, but for Ma Enna.

This ruthless man, who spent all his three years of savings and annual leave on searching for his brother and sister-in-law, would not miss any clues.

Even though his letter was very suspicious, as long as he opened it and read its contents, he would definitely come!

To this end, Ernst specifically arranged for the mail to be paid on delivery.

Nothing makes a person more impressed than spending money on something!

"Don't worry, just wait a little longer."

Ernst said comfortingly, but before he finished his words, a slight cry came from Xinteleya's side.

"he came!"

Outside the cafe decorated in the Leitania style, a slender figure in a wrinkled leather windbreaker pushed open the glass door and stepped inside.

Maenna looked inside the cafe and confirmed that there was no familiar figure. Then she looked away and looked at the waiter who came over and said:

“What you love is your life.”

The waiter nodded in understanding and led him to Hinterea's table.

The silver-haired girl raised her head slightly, calmed down her excitement over Ernst's successful prediction, and said slowly in the most solemn tone of her life:

“When does a lemon become sour?”

Chapter 33 When you step through this door, my goal has been achieved

Putting aside the inexplicable discomfort brought about by the confusing code words, Mainna pulled out a chair and sat opposite Xinteleya. The pale face of the silver-haired girl was reflected in his light golden pupils, which were full of scrutiny.

After a moment, he opened his mouth and asked the question that concerned him most:

"who are you?"

You, not you. Even though Xinteleya's long white hair covered her ears and the wireless headphones embedded in them, Maenna still asked this question.

This is an easy conclusion to draw - compared to the scarred Xinteleya, he believes that this girl is just a mouthpiece, conveying the information of this transaction for some shady big shot behind him.

What Mainna wanted to know was the identity of this big shot, so as to evaluate the feasibility of the deal and guess the price he might have to pay.

Don't spend less than the cost of taking this leave, and don't spend more than the annual leave and salary you have saved up with great difficulty.

A corporate slave has a clear price in his mind.

At the same time, a voice came from Xinteleya's headphones.

Ernst was not surprised that Maena could see the clues. He calmly asked Hinterea to repeat his words:

"My identity and purpose have been written in detail in the letter I sent you."

In the letter?

Maina frowned. The contents of the letter flashed through Maina's mind again in the leather bag that was placed next to the coffee table and against the glass wall.

The memory of middle-aged people is not very good, but fortunately, the abstractness and strangeness of the letter allowed Mainna to recall its entire content without having to read it a second time.

He caught the only word that could represent his identity and asked incredulously, "Kjerag top laner?"

"In Victorian, TOP also means the pinnacle. The top of the mountain, the pinnacle of power."

Ernst smiled, and the voice of will was uttered by Xinteleya, who also revealed her identity.

The top of Kjerag is the Matterhorn, the great god Yelagund, or the agent of their will - the Prime Minister and the Holy Son, Ernst Shivaash.

Maenna showed a shocked expression, and looked as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he asked hesitantly:

"Who?"

It is a very cool thing to use a little trick to reveal one's identity. If Ernst's identity was Prince Victoria, Elector of Leitania, Vice President of Colombia, etc., perhaps Mainna's surprise would be much more normal.

Unfortunately, the politics of the peculiar little country has never been of much concern, just like you don’t know who the president of the country of gentlemen is today, whether he is a bug or a benevolent monarch. Mainna is indeed not very clear about the fact that Kjerag has a prime minister.

On the other side of the headset, Ernst was silent for a long time, looking quite hurt. Hinterea seemed to hear the thumping of him hitting the wall or the pillow.

After a moment, he said:

"I am Ernst Shivaash, the Prime Minister of Kjerag, and the lady in front of you is my employee."

"The reason we found you is because she was hunted by the Wuzhou League for some reason. I believe that the Linguang family would not simply think that the Wuzhou League is just an urban legend."

Maenna nodded in understanding. The other party's frankness was obviously conducive to the transaction. He replied:

"So, Mr. Prime Minister, what is your purpose?"

"I am just an ordinary company employee now. If you want to pin your hopes on me to help this young lady escape the pursuit of the Wuzhou League, then I'm afraid you will be disappointed. I don't have the ability to do that."

"Maenna doesn't have it." Ernst nodded in agreement, then changed the subject, "But Lin Guang does."