People in Terra, governing a weird little country

She boldly hit a straight ball and asked Levi about his race and identity, but in the end she got a counter-question. Elini, the little apprentice brought by Dario, also asked Levi the same question. She must have suspected that Levi was an Agor?

But Kal'tsit didn't think so either, because the arrogance of the Agor race was like the lingering fishy smell. They grew up eating the heritage of the previous civilization and were so ridiculous that they only drank half a bottle of water. Compared to them, even the Duke of Caster seemed pleasing to the eye.

At least the Duke of Caster was polite most of the time, while the Agors had to take off their mouths before cooking.

Hard and smelly.

Levi's identity is undoubtedly the same mystery. Kal'tsit doesn't know where Ernst found this person, nor does it know what changes this person's appearance will bring to Terra. But overall, Levi has not reached Kal'tsit's "red line" comparable to sensitive skin.

She hoped that the Terrans could gradually improve themselves to the point where they could accept the truth without coming into contact with the legacy of the previous civilization, and then use the legacy of the previous civilization to complete their sublimation and survive the crisis. Although Levi behaved like a human from the previous civilization, he was using Terran technology.

Kal'tsit would find ways to eliminate those who wanted to use muskets to shoot people in the era of fire-making by rubbing two sticks together, but if someone really used wood and stone materials to piece together a crude musket, she would not stop it.

So, in response to Levi's question, she answered:

"Sorry, this is a trade secret."

"Can't make an offer?" Levi pointed at Ernst and then at himself, meaning that I have money, but if it's not enough, Ernst can make up for it.

Ernst waved his hand.

I have no money, don't look at me.

But Kelsey just smiled and shook her head: "Not for sale."

"Okay." Levi shrugged. "I will make one similar to yours sooner or later. Your thing actually has self-awareness and seems to be able to communicate. This is a good research direction."

Levi stroked his chin. "But is it really a good thing to make tools self-aware? I always feel that this research direction will give rise to a lot of uncertainty, don't you think, Ernst?"

Ernst's mind flashed through many movies and novels about the Omnic Crisis, as well as the sentient AI event chain in the later period of Stellaris. That was the most disgusting event chain that Ernst found most disgusting. The rebellion that took away half of the planet in one go was simply doomsday for someone like Ernst who liked to plan a planet to create a resource. If the alloy planet exploded, he would not be able to recover for a long time. This forced him to not select the technology of sentient AI later.

So, under Kal'tsit's gaze, he nodded in deep agreement.

Now it's Kal'tsit's turn to be in trouble.

He really couldn't figure out what Levi was hinting at.

I'm not really mistaken, am I? That shouldn't be the case. Levi doesn't have any characteristics of a pre-civilized human.

But no matter how you look at it, these words are a diss to her.

After all, to some extent, she could be considered as what the ancient people called an "out-of-control robot servant."

If she had no intellectual intelligence, and only followed orders without thinking for herself, she would never have stuffed the doctor back into the sarcophagus after digging him out. A few decades ago, Kal'tsit had worked with Mark Max, and she also knew where the [Preserver] was. If she had gone to see the Preserver hundreds or thousands of years earlier, and helped the Preserver open the thousands of sarcophagi there before the sarcophagi had run out of energy, it would be hard to say what the Terran land is like now.

That's why her name is [Kal'tsit] instead of [ama-10].

Kal'tsit was a little surprised and confused, but Ernst didn't come here to talk about the Omnic Crisis. He sought out Kal'tsit to verify the issues of the three major crises.

"Kal'tsit, the demon crisis, I got some information from you last time, and I also got some news from Miss Elini about the Haisi crisis. Now the only thing left is the Originium crisis."

"Do you have any idea?"

What clue do I have?

I feel like you are dancing on my sensitive skin.

What does the Originium crisis mean? Need I explain it? Guess why Originium has such a huge energy. Guess why in the Sarkaz prophecy, Originium and the Black Crown [the survival of civilization] are considered to be the two iconic props for enslaving everything and controlling the earth? Guess what is inside Originium?

Kal'tsit rubbed her brows with a headache, and after a struggle between her conscience and her conscience, she reluctantly replied:

"I do not know."

Ernst raised his eyebrows, a little skeptical: "Do you not know, or do you know but cannot tell?"

Kelsey sighed: "I don't know if I can tell you."

"Is there anything you can't say?"

"This involves some unspeakable things that may have unknown, uncontrollable, and unpredictable impacts on the current development of Terra, and may very likely cause a sudden change in existing policies, leading to structural turmoil or even collapse in the country's economy, politics, culture, and other aspects, and thus triggering a series of problems that we don't want to see, so we need to try to avoid them. I hope you can understand and sympathize with my difficulties as much as possible. Based on this, if you don't want to see unknown problems in the future of Terra that we can't predict and are difficult to prevent, and want to maintain Kjerag's current good situation, I suggest you don't continue asking."

Ernst: “.......?”

"so?"

Kelsey (with a long face): "Don't ask, don't ask."

Ernst spread his hands in confusion.

Kal'tsit didn't want to talk, and he couldn't tie her up and interrogate her.

"Well, in that case, I don't have anything else to do."

Ernst invited with some disappointment,

"Remember to come to the closing ceremony on time."

Kal'tsit wiped the sweat from her forehead and forced a smile: "Of course, of course."

PS: School is about to start again. I'm going to be busy again. It just so happens that the temperature has dropped in the past two days. Brothers, you must keep warm. The author has been frozen to death. I had a fever yesterday and it has continued to this day. I took an injection but the fever did not go down. I was on IV drips and took medicine. Today, I didn't eat a single bite of food. I was so full that my throat hurts. I feel the same as I did then. This is still at home. I guess it will be even more annoying when I get to school. The body is the capital of revolution. Brothers, you must take care of your body.

Chapter 309: Hard-core ruthless Mandela: Tara wants to fight!

Mandela had mixed feelings.

She followed Ravshini and Ahmonie to Kjerag as part of the Duke of Wellington's envoys. They were supposed to be here to monitor Ravshini, the imposter of the "Leader", but for some reason, her current situation seemed to be getting stranger and stranger.

Why do I have to wear this maid outfit with green lace? Why do I have to run up and down the office building during the day, serving tea and water, and clean the room for Ahmoni, that bad guy with a mean smile, when I return home at night?

Why should I go to the construction site to work with them and use my Originium skills to help with the plastering and building of the house? I am a warrior of Deep Pool, I should be at the forefront of the Tara people's resistance against Victoria's colonial exploitation! How can I waste my years and my talent in Kjerag?

No, this is not normal!

"Mandela, what are you standing there for? We still need your help here. Come here quickly."

At the construction site, Nasti's voice was heard, and the director of Rhine Life walked slowly to Mandela's side, accompanied by a burly but somewhat strange-looking tin man and a short boy named Durin.

Mandela recognized Dulin, Miloqi Mingdeng, a young girl from Colombia who came to Kjerag to find a job. She was shorter than herself and had a childish face that made people wonder whether she had reached adulthood.

I heard that she caused quite a bit of trouble as soon as she arrived at Kjerag. It seemed that she went to the big company called Kalan Trading to look for someone, which led to a senior executive of Kalan Trading in Liberi who was on a business trip being despised by the entire company for deceiving a little girl into working as a child. Although the incident was not made a big deal after Miloqi proved herself by saying "I'm an adult! Not a child anymore" and Ernst who came hurriedly to clarify, it still became a topic of conversation among the boastful workers on the Kjerag construction site.

But, to be honest, is this child really an adult? No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it. Are all people in Durin like this?

Mandela's gaze stayed on the Durin girl for a moment, then slowly moved away and looked at the tin man who was obviously more eye-catching.

"This is?"

"Safar, you can think of him as one of my fellow tribesmen." Nasti introduced casually.

Mandela was silent for a moment, and glanced back and forth between the beautiful Banshee sister Tumu and a tin can, and finally exclaimed in disbelief at the wonders of biology:

"You Sarkaz are really weird."

This tin can and Nastie are actually of the same race? Mandela suddenly felt that the Durin people were just born short and cute, and it didn't seem so hard to accept.

But her thoughtless words were really hurtful. Although Safar no longer had a heart, he still felt it faintly: "The power reactor hurts."

Nasti rolled her eyes. After dealing with Mandela for several months, she had long been accustomed to his shortcomings of being careless and speaking without restraint.

Well, I can't say I'm completely used to it. Nasty's temper is not as good as imagined. The employees of Rhine Life Engineering Department have been scolded by her many times. But when it comes to Mandela, Nasty is very tolerant.

After all, she felt a familiar power from Mandela. The child's Originium skills came from a familiar Sarkaz tribe, the Stone Winged Demons of the Royal Court.

Nasti is a solitary banshee. If a fight really breaks out, even the Banshee Lord may not give her face. She has no interest in the mess in the royal court. But as for the Stone-Winged Demon, Nasti is simply looking forward to it and is tossing and turning!

There is no other reason, the Stone-Winged Demons, or the Sons of Earth and Stone, they are all the best, they all have innate holy bodies of earth and wood!

If they join, the success rate of Nastie's Sky City project can be increased by 10%!

Don't think that there is only one layer, which seems not much. This is much higher than other events that increase the success rate, such as "waiting for the Terra material revolution", "waiting for the world's people to unite", "waiting for the Sarkaz to stop fighting among themselves and unite against the outside world", etc.!

Nasti really wanted to know the news about the Stone-Winged Demon Tribe through Mandela, but Mandela was unwilling to tell her. She was not in a hurry either, because the old one couldn’t be caught anyway... ahem, if the old one couldn’t be found, isn’t the young one here too?

Anyway, they are all working for Ernst, and Nasti is a contractor after all, so it is natural for her to borrow their resources.

She would borrow even if she felt uneasy.

She came here just to borrow Mandela:

"Let's not talk about this, Mandra. Come with me quickly. There is a place that needs your Originium skills to help."

"Where?" Mandela rolled up her sleeves and asked subconsciously. But as soon as she said that, she realized something was wrong.

No, no, why should I answer? I am a Tara warrior, not a Kjerag worker, I have to work... Ugh! I have to fight!

I fought for Tara, I bled for Deep Pond! I'm going to find Her Highness Abrana! I know Her Highness Abrana is here too! It's all because of this crappy job, I haven't had time to report to Her Highness Abrana yet!

Umm...hiss...

After thinking about it carefully, I'd better forget about reporting my work. I don't think I have anything to report. Princess Abrana probably won't like to hear about the daily life at the construction site.

But this does not stop me from going to see Her Highness Abrana. After not seeing her for so long, Her Highness Abrana must be worried about me! As the leader's top general, I, Mandela, must not let the leader down!

Mandela's eyes fixed, and he was about to refuse:

"I--"

As soon as she said this, Nasti, who had seen this kind of look countless times, realized what Mandela wanted to say.

What, you don't want to work anymore? You want to take a break? You want to take a leave?

On this construction site, even I, the contractor, can take leave, but you absolutely cannot!

Not to mention that the Sky City Project, which has not yet started, needs you. Right now, the first isolation layer breakthrough experiment on the Matterhorn is about to begin, and our No. 2 simulation test bench also needs you!

If Ernst hadn't said through gritted teeth: "You are a foreign envoy, not his employee, so it is not convenient to sell you directly," I would have wanted to pack you up and earn you back to Rhine Life long ago!

Nasti frowned, his expression became serious, his heart became ruthless, he gritted his teeth, and said:

"For this project, I'll give you a personal reward of 100,000 Columbian gold certificates! You don't have to tell Ernst, how about that?"

"One... one hundred thousand?"

Mandela was choked back by something that was about to come out of her mouth. She opened her mouth, but was unable to speak.

What is the concept of 100,000 Colombian gold certificates? Mandela has never received so much money.

She was born as a street thug. She and her childhood friend were inspired by the leader of Abrana and joined the Tara Restoration Movement [Deep Pool]. Although she relied on the skills she learned in the grave to work her way up to the position of cadre, she herself has never been rich. Not to mention the funds of Deep Pool, even her own money was invested in the organization, and she bought herself a set of clothes and a new staff. It can be said that she devoted herself wholeheartedly to this movement.

Now that one hundred thousand yuan is right in front of her, it is impossible for her not to be tempted.

With this money, she can improve the lives of her Tara warriors, provide funds for Her Highness Abrana, and solve problems for the organization!

Mandela has no self in her heart, but having no self doesn't mean she doesn't need money.

I have been in Shelag for so long, but I haven't accomplished anything. If I can go to see her with some money, at least the leader will take a closer look at me, right?

After hesitating for a moment, Mandela said:

"Of course, but can you wait for me for a moment? I want to go to the Kjerag Hotel first."

"Hotel? Why are you going there?"

Nastie was a little surprised, but then she remembered Ernst's words and said in surprise,

"Are you really a special envoy?"

Mandela: “….”

She didn't know how to respond. How come I haven't looked like a special envoy at all?

But didn't even Ahmoni say that I was wearing a set of clothes that was unique to Kjerag? I could come and go as I pleased to see Ernst, a privilege that was rare in Kjerag? Even they needed to notify me of an appointment?

Could it be that that woman is fooling me again?

Nasti didn't know what Mandela was thinking, but she knew that the envoy was definitely not like that.

I have never heard of asking diplomats to work on a construction site and not getting paid!

Ernst, you are amazing! Didn't this cause any diplomatic problems?

Seeing that the child seemed to be completely unaware that anything was wrong, Nasti felt a little sorry for him.

It is also illegal to cheat fools.

What? According to the territorial principle, if someone breaks the law in Kjerag, he or she must be judged according to Kjerag's laws? Kjerag's laws are me, Ernst, and as Kaka, my power is unlimited?

That's fine.

The Sarkaz's flexible moral bottom line made Nasty quickly forget the slight sense of guilt in her heart. What's the big deal? Mandra is an adult after all. In Kazdel, Sarkaz child laborers have to carry broken swords and become mercenaries, shouting and killing on the battlefield to earn some money. In comparison, Mandra is nothing.

At least Ernst really provided meals. When Mandela was on the construction site, she never missed a lunch box. Those lunch boxes were all paid for by Ernst's government.

This one thing alone is enough to buy the lives of a hundred ordinary Sarkaz.

Oh, it seems that it is not possible now. All the Sarkaz have followed Tresis to Londinium to join in the celebration. Nastie thinks that they may not be able to achieve anything, but the Sarkaz have failed too many times and for too long, so that such a small "victory" has made most of the ordinary Sarkaz regard Tresis as a saint.