People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"Can you explain your purpose of coming to Kjerag?"

Yaer's voice sounded again, interrupting Sammy's rich inner activities and emotional perception. Sammy's attention returned to the tea party in front of him. The letter paper had no mouth and no pen around it, but the several inhuman things present unanimously discovered that the handwriting of the Snow Cult of the Tree Scar Tribe - Ektilnir slowly disappeared on the letter paper. The ink seemed to have undergone some magical changes on the paper. It first peeled off from its original position, mixed together in mid-air, and then returned to the letter paper, turning into a tool for expressing the will of the giant beast Sammy.

"Something happened."

These two words were so short that Gawain, who had come to watch, and the [Time Sequence] pocket watch, who was lying on Gawain and using its bristles to clean its wet case, were somewhat speechless. Not to mention Yelagund, the questioner himself.

Yaer's expression was dull for a moment, as if she was waiting for Sammy's next words, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't see Sammy write another word on her letter paper.

He then realized that Sammy's answer had ended.

Yelagund suddenly felt confused.

That's it. That's it? That's all?

Weren't you thinking very deeply just now? Why did you stop talking as soon as you opened your mouth? Could it be that you were just emptying your mind just now?

It was really hard to understand what Sammy meant, so Yaer could only ask again:

"What's your business?"

"Look at people."

"......." A vein popped up on Yaer's head, and she continued, "Who are you looking at?"

"Typhon."

"why?"

"Anma, it's up to you."

"Can you speak faster?"

"why?"

Three words popped out of the giant beast Sammy's mouth, vividly expressing the doubts in his heart.

Yaer opened her mouth but no words came out.

Why? Why do you say?

Although Yaer had never studied journalism, he knew that the way he and Sammy were communicating now was not like chatting at a specially created, relaxing, and pleasant afternoon tea party. It was more like the interrogator Yelagund sitting on the other side of the interrogation table with a whip in his hand, shining a bright, blinding headlight directly into Sammy's face, and forcing Sammy in a dangerous tone to "tell everything you know!"

If this is discovered, known, and adapted by human reporters, there is a chance that next month... no, next week, or as early as tomorrow, Yaer will see reports of her "workplace bullying" on the front pages of newspapers, magazines, and all the media she can find!

How could I, such a kind God, suddenly become an unscrupulous inquisitor? !

But Yaer had to admit that although Sammy's way of speaking was very abstract, he did answer every question, which effectively ensured the efficiency of this question-and-answer session. To a certain extent, as long as Yaer could keep asking questions, at least, before Sammy or her side got bored, their question-and-answer game could continue until the end of time.

After several rounds of questions and answers, Yaer finally understood the purpose of Sami's trip.

Yelagund didn't know what Sammy's situation was, but it was as if he was a mirror image of Kjerag. Kjerag's situation was almost the opposite of Sammy's.

The Sami had natural disasters, foreign invasions, and internal conflicts over migration and deadly battles, but Kjerag did not.

Sammy also has giant beasts and beast masters, but in Sammy, the presence of Mother Anma is more important than Sammy's [Grandfather Spirit], and her status seems to be higher. Kjerag is just the opposite. Yaer occupies a dominant position, and the beast master Gawain is just an old man who comes to "beg (cheat) for (food) shelter (cheat) (drink)". On weekdays, there are four principles for not doing: 1: Don't do things that are too troublesome, because they can't be solved even if you do them. 2: Don't do things that are too simple, because simple things can be solved by anyone, and there is no need for him, the beast master, to go through the motions. 3: Don't do things that waste too much time, because it delays sleep time. 4: Don't do things that are too short, because the time is so short, there is no good work to do, it is better to continue sleeping.

And this time, to put it simply, He was sent by the Beast Lord Anma.

Miss Typhon was also a well-known figure in front of Mother Anma, and the heavy crossbow on her back showed that she also had a very long story. This time, she was arranged by the Cyclops Elki to go to Kjerag to deliver a letter. It was originally a trivial matter, but Elki was a cunning man and actually put a leaf transformed by the devil in the letter.

Although this thing is not as troublesome as the [Rootless Flower] that Anma has been guarding against, it is still a thing that is closely related to the evil spirit. After Typhon left, Anma, who was acting as a firefighter and snowball master in various places in Sami, came to his senses and suddenly realized that the little Karami he had been optimistic about... ahem, it should be the little Sarkaz who took a dangerous thing on the road.

Although the evil grass is not as deadly as the rootless flower, it may still cause some unnecessary trouble if not handled properly, especially since Kjerag is located at the junction of three major countries. If this place is infected and occupied by evil spirits and spreads outward, the situation will certainly become out of control.

In order to prevent this from happening, Anma called Sami and asked him to help keep an eye on Typhon.

But if you don't look closely, you won't know. Sammy was shocked. He naturally noticed the scene of Ernst opening the envelope.

Honestly speaking, if Kal'tsit, Typhon or Yelagund hadn't stopped him at that time, He would have intervened. But before He made up his mind to do so, Ernst acted as if nothing had happened and retracted his hand when he touched the evil grass.

The small pollution that was spreading seemed to be non-existent to him. One must know that this "small" was from the perspective of top beasts and top beast masters like Sammy and Anma. For weak humans, such pollution was enough to make their resistance collapse in an instant, and the whole person began to collapse.

This situation naturally aroused Sammy's interest.

He wanted to keep an eye on Ernst while keeping an eye on Typhon and the evil grass.

The reason why he came to this tea party was because he was polite and knew that when he was out and about and stared at other people's children, he had to say hello first, otherwise he might be mistaken for a human trafficker.

Yaer was dumbfounded by this answer and the truth, and was speechless for a long time.

If there is something wrong, Sammy seems to be very thoughtful. If there is something right, Yaer always feels that things shouldn't be like this!

Where are the conspiracies? Where are the tricks? Where are the big events? Where are the eight hundred tricks of the monster?

How come the two giant beasts I have seen are each more bizarre than the other?

[Timeline] Online job hunting is fine, but now there’s another child trafficker?

Yaer suddenly had a horrible guess.

In the past, He had always stayed in Kjerag and knew almost nothing about the outside world, and naturally did not know that there were people of the same kind as Him. But when He learned about this from Gawain, He began to look forward to what those powerful people of His kind would be like.

But now, He was suddenly a little scared.

Aren’t all my people such a funny bunch?

Chapter 298 Kal'tsit Teaches You How to Do Business Without Cost

In general, Iberia is a country that has little value today.

This is not just Ernst's idea, but also the deep-seated understanding of the Victorians, Casimirs, Colombians, and even the Iberians themselves.

Poverty, backwardness, technological discontinuity, cultural gap, and stagnant education have meant that most Iberians do not even understand the most basic "Agor hatred" that the Inquisition has been promoting. It is even more difficult to expect a few talented people to emerge from among them.

The vast land of Iberia, the land that supported Iberia's Golden Age and allowed it to independently control its own food problems, turned into saline-alkali land that would destroy crops after the Great Silence. It lost even its most basic agricultural value, not to mention the remaining commercial value.

Who would want to buy a piece of land in a country with virtually zero infrastructure, just to wait for an appreciation in value that may never come?

Isn't that a pure loss?

Even the most profit-seeking Colombian and Casimir merchants would hesitate and dither for a long time when it came to transactions involving Iberia. What they were worried about was nothing else but their own country's disaster resistance and whether they could tolerate being deceived in this transaction, making no profit or even losing money.

As one of the current Grand Inquisitors of Iberia, Dario didn't know how to evaluate such a state - being isolated from the world was certainly not good, but it also allowed the already fragile order maintained by the Iberian Inquisition to allow Iberia to escape the occupation of the coalition forces of various countries and the interference of Terra. Up to now, it can barely still be considered a country.

But if that were all, then it would be fine.

Habits become second nature. If you haven't seen anything better, you can tolerate something slightly worse. What Dario didn't understand was why his master, the commander of Iberia, the saint of the Inquisition [Carmen I Iberia], would send him and his apprentice Elini to come to Kjerag to participate in this World Expo.

If we just look at it from Iberia's current perspective, activities like the World Expo, which cultivates sentiment, are completely unnecessary for them, right?

With the idea of ​​finding "meaning" in mind, after arriving in Kjerag, Dario did not meet Ernst immediately, but took Elini to wander around the whole Kjerag.

He saw Kjerag's prosperity in Tukarim, Kjerag's tolerance at the World Expo, Kjerag's piety at Manzhuyuan, and finally met the "old friend" mentioned by his teacher in Rhodes Island.

"Hello, Ms. Kal'tsit. Nice to meet you. I'm from Iberia..."

Dario started talking, and before he finished introducing himself, Kelsey quickly waved her hand and said his name:

"Dario, from Iberia, Grand Inquisitor, and Saint Carmen's last disciple."

The film woman, who was quite pretty, sighed slightly, as if she felt a little sorry.

"He still didn't come in person."

Dario explained, "It's not that the teacher is unwilling to come in person, but Iberia's affairs are too busy. The teacher is the brain of the Tribunal, and he really can't leave his post."

"It's a busy job to be the brain of a dead, decaying body. All the instructions you give can't be passed down, so you have to keep giving more instructions to urge the previous instructions. In the end, you are left with a lot of problems that need to be solved, but you don't even know what they are. This kind of busyness is just a formality and has no real meaning at all."

Kelsey spoke bluntly and pointedly, which somewhat angered Dario.

How could he not hear the hidden meaning in Kal'tsit's words? But he seemed to have no way to refute Kal'tsit. This Filin woman's mouth seemed to be blessed. Dario had never seen her figure in any books and archives preserved in Iberia, but every word she said hit Iberia's vital points, which was painful but difficult to deny.

After all, isn’t this the situation in Iberia today?

The country called Iberia has died in the Great Silence, but the brain called the Inquisition refused to accept this fact. Instead, it stubbornly replaced the original brain after the body had died and occupied the central position.

It kept issuing orders, but received very few responses. The National Defense Forces on the land border and the few cities that still had contact with the mainland were the last physiological reactions left in this country after the great silence, while the rest of the territories were already silent and dead silent.

In order to break this damn silence, the Inquisition sent the Grand Inquisitor to search for the cities on the coastline that had not sunk yet, and to solve the problems of the Agor people, the Deep Sea Cultists, and the Terror Fish entrenched in them. However, the Grand Inquisitor was limited after all, while the Terror Fish seemed endless. More and more orders were issued, and in the end, there were only two outcomes waiting for the Grand Inquisitor - either he died in the mouth of the Terror Fish during a cleanup activity, or he was ambushed and killed in a city where the Deep Sea Cultists had grown bigger.

There is no other possibility, and the Grand Inquisitor will not even have the space to die of exhaustion.

"My recommendation for a case like this is amputation."

Kal'tsit was very determined, but she expressed her opinion in a cold voice, and was opposed by Dario the next second:

"This is impossible!"

"That's impossible! Carmen told me the same thing. He said that Iberia's territory is Iberia's territory. This is the front line of human civilization. Facing the sea urchins and the terrifying fish, humans will not retreat a single step, and Iberia will not give up an inch!"

Kal'tsit repeated the teacher's words, which calmed Dario down a little.

He came to his senses and suddenly realized that the film in front of him was different.

Whether it was her silent attitude or her arrogance in daring to point fingers right from the start, coupled with her personal relationship with Don Carmen, a centenarian, and her young face that looked only in her twenties or thirties, all undoubtedly told Dario the truth.

"Are you an immortal?"

"Quite smart."

Kelsey nodded.

"Kelsey is currently affiliated with Rhode Island Pharmaceuticals. During the World Expo, she was hired by Kjerag to serve as a tour guide and interpreter at the Expo."

"It's a bit disappointing that Carmen didn't come to the fair in person. But he was smart enough to send someone of sufficient weight to replace him. Dario, you have a heavy burden ahead of you."

Dario frowned, his face becoming serious.

Putting aside Kal'tsit's slightly venomous and metaphorical communication style, this immortal has her own unique insights on many things. She is also an old friend of Teacher Carmen. No wonder the teacher arranged for her to come to her first instead of looking for Ernst after arriving in Kjerag.

Dario has heard the words burden and responsibility countless times. As the Grand Inquisitor who bears the fate of Iberia, he can proudly say that he has already started to learn to take responsibility when he couldn't even walk! At this moment, he naturally answered firmly:

"Don't worry, I am aware of this. Ms. Kal'tsit, what do I need you to do?"

Kal'tsit nodded, looking teachable, then raised her hand, motioning Dario to be patient and wait for her for a moment, then turned and left the venue and went into the employee lounge.

A moment later, when Kal'tsit came out again, she had two things in her hands.

A bowl in the left hand and a rope in the right hand.

She stood in front of Dario and asked:

"Which one to choose?"

Dario was stunned until Kal'tsit repeated again: "Which one to choose?" Then he reacted and asked:

"What is this for?"

"No-cost business, commonly known as two ways of getting something for nothing."

Kelsey said,

"The bowl on the left, I will teach you the art of begging, the rope on the right, I will teach you the art of kidnapping. Iberia is a country where people hate dogs and people hate dogs. There is nothing to trade. I ask you to sell out the interests of the country, and you are definitely unwilling to do so. In this case, we can only do this at no cost."

Dario: “….”

"Which one to choose?" Kal'tsit urged again.

Dario's lips trembled, and he took a deep breath, as if he had made some difficult decision:

".......Can I have both?"

Kal'tsit smiled at Dario for the first time and nodded slightly:

"Ruzi can be taught."

Chapter 299: Dario, the Hard-core Ruthless Man: Brothers, it’s time for dinner!

“Iberia hopes to obtain your investment.”

"Investment? Investment, then you have to have a place to invest. You have a project, whether it's building bridges and roads, scientific research and innovation, agricultural production or national defense construction. As long as you are doing it and you are willing, Your Excellency the Duke can invest."

The Duke of Godotin's envoy listed them with a beaming face, looking very excited about having closed several big deals today.

The World Expo is indeed a great place! The Dukedom of Godotin has always been famous for its trade in Terra, as the production place of all kinds of textiles, processed food, and finally the best Gallic liqueur. Duke Godotin himself is one of the few pacifists among the many grand dukes of Victoria who is not keen on war itself.

In the past, for well-known reasons, the Grand Dukes of Victoria almost agreed with the Troublemakers. Under Caster's tireless efforts, even the Duke of Godotin found it difficult to do business in those distant countries and bring them Victoria's advanced, exquisite, high-quality and low-cost products.

Because no one could be sure whether it was Duke Godottin's caravan or Duke Caster's army that arrived in those countries first.

This is undoubtedly a pity, especially for Duke Godottin, who has been staying in the winery for many years and claims that he "drinks to drown his sorrows". In fact, this may not be completely untrue. He is indeed very worried, but as the weakest of the four Grand Dukes of Victoria on paper, he can only swallow his worries.