People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"But no matter what, it seems that Casimir has to go there."

Ivignad calculated.

Casimir and Leitania are neighboring countries, and the distance is relatively close to Kjerag. Even if there are any problems in the country, she can rush back as soon as possible.

The only problem now is that she can go as a guest, but for the International Games, even if Leitania doesn't have to send a team, right? At least there has to be an athlete, right?

Otherwise, was she, as a guest, meant to applaud foreigners?

"Logically, I should discuss this matter with Helinmart. But she is always away."

Clicking her lips helplessly, Ivignad stood up and called the Golden Law Guard.

Since there is no one to choose for the time being, then she might as well use the power of the masses. It is also a good opportunity to improve her reputation and fame in China.

Maybe, you can find one or two good seedlings and cultivate them into your confidants.

"The International Games will be held soon, and there will be an Originium Skills Competition. Let's draft a decree from the Queen and organize an audition."

"Let me see where all the talented people in our Great Leitania are."

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

Meanwhile, at Ludwig University, High Tower.

Fremont, the oldest professor at Ludwig University who was always praised for his eccentric temper, read the letter in his hand and couldn't help but sneered.

Beside him, the little lich Ermengarde was manipulating the silvery-white threads in her hands, trying to weave them into a neat cube. But just as she was about to wrap a thread around the shape that was already one-third formed, she was startled by Flemont's laughter, and her fingers trembled, and the whole shape instantly fell apart.

"Ahhhhh! Little Cube, my little Cube!"

Ermengarde screamed with an alarming volume and rolled on the ground.

"Chief! You have to compensate me for my little cube!"

However, Flemont was not moved at all. He just glanced at her calmly and scolded her mercilessly:

"Stop yelling. What are you arguing about? You haven't been able to fix a shaping problem in three years. How dare you cry? You are the worst Lich I have ever led!"

Seeing that her coquetry had no effect, Ermengarde sat up straight, pouted and muttered:

"Do you say this to every generation of liches?"

Unexpectedly, Fremont slapped her on the head:

"Each generation is worse than the previous one. Do you really have the nerve to do that?"

Ermengarde covered her head and looked at Frémont aggrievedly. After thinking for a while, she decided not to continue the topic.

There were only her and the clan leader in the room now. If she really made the clan leader angry, she didn't want to experience the feeling of having her life knot hidden for ten thousand years and not being able to be found.

This is no joke. In the past, there was a lich who pissed off Fremont, and as a result, his life knot was hidden for a thousand years. Every day he could feel his soul being painted and washed. What a sour and refreshing feeling.

When they finally found it, they discovered that the knot had been used to wash dishes, like a steel wool.

It’s scary to think about it.

Ermengarde was very sincere and decisively changed the subject:

"Chief, what are you looking at? Why are you so happy?"

"Do you think I'm happy? I'm just laughing out of anger!" Frémont said in an unpleasant voice, "This is a letter from Tracys. That young man, not only did he occupy Londinium, he also wanted to get Victoria's super weapon."

"In the end, they got tricked. There are no engineers or scholars left in the city. Now they write to me and ask us liches to send someone over to help them figure out how to fix that thing."

Ermengarde was a little confused: "What is that thing? Some kind of super weapon?"

"It is said that it can control natural disasters and hit wherever it is pointed?" Fremont said.

Ermengarde was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said, "Witch King?"

Then he was glared at by Fremont.

I forgot that my ancestor and the Witch King were good friends.

Ermengarde scratched her hair. "So, are we going?"

"You want to go?" Flemont glanced at her.

Ermengarde pursed her lips: "I would like to go out and take a look, but unfortunately my little cube......"

"Then I won't go. Just watch!"

Ermengarde was a little discouraged: "Patriarch, can't you help me fix it?"

Flemont shook his head firmly: "No! Do your own homework!"

After saying this, he ignored Ermengarde's sad look, raised his hand, drew out the silk thread into a pen, and wrote a reply letter.

[I have something to do. I can't come.]

"Patriarch, can you get rid of the Military Committee like this?" Ermengarde came over to take a look.

Flemont snorted coldly: "Why, they can still find Leitania?"

After he finished speaking, he frowned again and estimated: "Hey, those idiots, it seems possible."

"Forget it, find an excuse. Ermengarde, is there anything going on outside recently?"

"Um... the International Games?"

Ermengarde said, she is a lively lich who has been gathering intelligence from all sources. It has been quite some time since the envoys returned to Leitania, and the news of the International Games has long been spread among the upper class.

After all, in this country, the Queen does not have complete power. The influence of the nobles, especially the Elector, is no less than that of the Queen.

Flemont nodded, picked up his pen and added a few more words in a flamboyant manner.

[I have something to do. I can't come. I'm going to participate in the International Games. Please don't cue me. 】

After writing, he threw the letter into the air, and the silk thread automatically wrapped it into an envelope. There is one advantage of such a letter. As long as Tracys finishes reading it, he will naturally feel it. When the silk thread is scattered, the letter will disappear without a trace, and no one can find out that a professor from Leithania has any connection with the regent of Sarkaz.

Flemont whistled, summoned a feathered beast, stuffed the letter into it, and whispered:

"To Tracy."

After watching the feathered beast fly away, Fremont yawned and turned back to the inner room.

Before closing the door, he turned his head and cursed:

"Remember to hand in your homework, and I'll give you two more years at most!"

Ermengarde's face turned bitter: "Okay!"

Whose unlucky college student is being urged to complete his graduation project?

It turns out it’s me!

Chapter 363: Charne: I think Mayenna is also a good choice

Casimir, Grand Knight Lord, Headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce.

In the huge conference hall, speakers sat in turn.

Outside, they all represented the Business Association, and as spokespersons, they enjoyed privileges in all aspects of Casimir's society. Even if they did not hold any official positions, even the Grand Justice of the National Council had to be courteous to them.

But within the Chamber of Commerce, they represent the interests of the various oligarchs that make up this huge alliance covering all areas of Casimir.

The division of labor is clear, and the cooperation is tacit. They compete with each other and face the outside world in unison. This is their advantage. Compared with the inefficient and bureaucratic Supervisory Commission, the Chamber of Commerce is indeed full of vigor and vitality, and is more like an organization capable of leading the country forward.

If they really intend to do that.

One of the oligarchs of the Business Federation, the chairman of Rose Newspapers, a man who calls himself a "reporter", has focused his work on Colombia. He is a real money man, hoping to make enough money as soon as possible, go to Colombia, and then use pure capital to defeat the local dignitaries in Colombia and become the new president of Colombia.

All I can say is that the ambitions are lofty and the theories are rich, but the reality is a bit bleak.

I wonder how Mark Max would feel after hearing his entire "Colombia Conquest Plan".

Of course, this is all a matter for the future. At least, for the current business association, what they need to consider more is the issue of this Knight Competition Special, or the International Games that has already included the Knight Competition Special.

"Under the pretext of promoting knight culture, they dare to snatch the special championship from us? The Supervisory Committee is too unruly!"

A spokesperson slammed his fist on the table and angrily cursed,

"I think we should just join forces to resist and strike hard! Let the Supervisory Council know how powerful we are!"

What he said actually makes sense.

The current Commercial Federation is not the same as before. This group of businessmen has now infiltrated every corner of Casimir. Electricity, transportation, tap water, source stone mining, daily necessities sales, they are no longer the servants of the knight nobles who can be easily controlled and killed.

As long as they join hands to resist, Casimir will indeed suffer a severe blow, and the Supervisory Council will inevitably find it difficult to hold the International Games.

However, his words did not attract the support of his colleagues, but instead earned him a sneer.

"What's the point of saying this? We used this reason to organize the Knights' Games. If you don't fight for the right to speak, others will."

Spokesman Charney said sarcastically,

"Besides, boycott? Don't you know whose interests are harmed by boycotting?"

The Supervisory Council does not have so many commercial interests. Their power is deeply rooted in the countryside, army, and knights and nobles of Casimir. These are either full-time soldiers who eat emperor's food, or traditional feudal landlords who eat from the land.

How could the Chamber of Commerce defeat them? Wouldn’t it rely on the huge profits brought by prosperous business activities to tempt them to dismantle their original small peasant production system?

If they really boycott, the loss of several hundred million in daily turnover will indeed bring trouble and losses to the Supervision Association, but can it hurt their foundation?

I'm afraid that if we really continue to fight, it will only result in 800 casualties for the enemy and 1,000 casualties for ourselves.

"Besides, this puts us in a morally disadvantageous position. Bringing knight competitions to this land, to a foreign country, is just a business for us, but for the Supervisory Council, it is more than just a business activity, it is also an opportunity to build cultural confidence."

"The people of Casimir do not lack a sense of honor. Otherwise, we would not have been able to use this sense of honor to influence public opinion and prevent the Supervisory Council from directly banning the Knights' Games."

"The boycott will prevent the Supervisory Council from hosting this sports meeting. It will bring shame to the entire Casimir. The Supervisory Council only needs to guide public opinion a little bit, and we won't even have a chance to explain ourselves!"

After Charney finished speaking, the other speakers nodded.

This made the speaker who spoke first feel a little embarrassed. He propped up the table with both hands, stood up, and glared at Charney:

"Charne, we are all working for the Business Federation. What's the point of you not thinking about reimbursing the organization but instead mocking us?"

Charney sneered and stood up:

"I was just mocking you. You are so cowardly just because the situation we faced was reversed! You are so panicked that you come up with such a plan that will destroy both you and your family!"

The spokesman asked back: "What's your plan?"

"It's very simple." Charney put his hands behind his back, his face full of confidence, "Just win."

The spokesperson couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Hahahaha, I thought you had some brilliant ideas, but you have the nerve to say something like that?"

"Win, but what can we win with? Don't you and I know the level of the competitive knights? In the past, in the internal competitions in Casimir, everyone fought each other back and forth, and we could even manipulate the game. Now the scope has been expanded to this land. What do you think their chances of winning are?"

He glanced at the speakers present and said frankly,

"If the Black Knight was still here, we might have a chance of winning against this world's best warriors. Now that the Black Knight is gone, where can we find such a strong competitive knight?"

Charney smiled, shook his head, and sighed:

"It's too small!"

The spokesman frowned: "What's smaller?"

Charne shouted, "That's too small!"

He snorted lightly, and first openly acknowledged the first half of the speaker's words:

"You are right. We all know that the strength of the competitive knights is indeed limited."

"Even in this tournament, the Blood Knight I trained, Dikaiopolis, was just a tall man among dwarfs, and he reached the pinnacle of competitive knights. If this incident hadn't happened, he should have won the championship of this special tournament without any accidents."

"But his strength is not as good as the Black Knight and... the Shining Knight. Not to mention facing contestants from all over this land."

He paused for a moment, then suddenly changed the subject.

"But who said that we must select our men from among the jousting knights?"

"Gentlemen, please be more open-minded. We don't want to lose. Does the Supervisory Committee want to lose?"

"In the knight competition event held by the Knight Country, the Knight Country is going to be defeated miserably. Do you think they can afford this price?"

"Impossible, gentlemen. They will also try their best to win. The only difference is that they will need our help to win."

Charne smiled and said, "Reverse the thinking, and the initiative is still in our hands."

"We are the makers of the rules of knight competitions. No one knows the various loopholes in the rules of knight competitions better than us."

"If they want to guarantee victory, they have to cooperate with us. This is our bargaining chip."