People in Terra, governing a weird little country

In his early years, as a ranger, he traveled 3,000 miles and fought with a sword that was as powerful as a million men. He single-handedly killed an entire rebellious professional knight conquest order and the Leitanian warlocks who colluded with them. Such a record, even in the era of his father's heroes, was definitely considered to be a tough one!

But he didn't care. He didn't care about fame, fortune, evaluation, the title of knight that was already within his grasp, or even the chance to surpass his brother Snitz.

He is just a free and easy wandering knight, not a knight, and not subject to any restrictions. He just wants to make a few good friends, lead some good guys, and go out into the world called Jianghu, where he will drift up and down for a few years!

But he didn't get what he wanted in the end.

The things he didn't care about eventually caught up with the unrestrained golden Pegasus.

The disappearance of his elder brother, the serious illness of his father, the rise of the Business Federation, and the decline of the Supervisory Association. A speck of dust from the times gently fell and hit the horse's back, but it made him feel like he was carrying a mountain, and he would never be free again.

Thus, the chivalrous Manna of the past was hidden, along with his sword. The sword was hidden, covered in dust, and buried in a time called the past.

Now, he didn't care about the so-called honor, the reputation of the legendary knight family, or the identity of [Lin Guang]. He lowered his posture, from standing on two feet to four feet, to bear the suffocating burden on his back.

There are many things in his life that he doesn't care about, but there is only one thing he cares about -

"family."

"Mr. Mahenna, think about your family."

"Ms. Margaret has been exiled by the National Council for her crimes, but you still have Miss Maria to take care of, don't you?"

"Even if you don't consider yourself, you should at least consider Miss Maria's future. Is Casimir's failure any good to you?"

Maenna's eyes were somewhat gloomy. He stared at the spokesperson in a suit in front of him. Charne's speech seemed to be a kind and earnest exhortation, but in the final analysis, the core idea was just one sentence:

"Please agree to fight on Casimir's behalf!"

Fighting for Casimir?

Mainna only felt ironic about this. Just hearing this sentence, his sense of humor, which had not been touched for a long time, couldn't help but twitch and he almost laughed out loud.

What does Casimir have to do with him? Does he have an incomparable sense of belonging to this country?

The answer is no. Casimir is not one of the things he cares about. He has long given up on this land.

Moreover, even if we take a step back, since I was fighting on behalf of Casimir, why was it not Casimir's representative, Russell, who came to see me, but you, the spokesperson of the Business Federation?

Maenna knew very well that this was just another drama of the Business Federation and the Supervisory Committee fighting against each other. He just didn't know why they targeted him.

Maenna chuckled, with undisguised disdain in her laughter:

"Mr. Charney, are you finished?"

"If you're done, I should rest. Tomorrow is a workday and I have to go to work, so I won't keep you any longer."

"Mr. Mainna!" Charne stood up and raised his voice several degrees, forcing Mainna to stop and leave.

He turned his head, and his cold gaze made Charne feel suffocated for a moment.

"If I were you, I would choose to keep my voice down right now."

"If I wake Maria up, I'll be the one coaxing him, but I'll be the one slamming you."

Charney took out his handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead:

"You still care about your family."

Ma Enna curled her lips:

"You ask such a question. Don't you have any family?"

Charne was stunned and almost couldn't react. Such a highly offensive sentence would come out of the mouth of that Mainna.

Was it the knight-errant in him who had awakened? Or was it the days of roaming the mountains and forests and roaming the rivers and lakes that made this Lin Guang so different?

Charnede admitted that the difficulty of persuading Mainna to participate in the competition was indeed beyond his imagination.

By now, he had tried all his methods of inducement, but Mayenna didn't care about fame, Lin Guang's glory, the honor of the country, and even didn't fall for his tried-and-tested moral blackmail.

No matter how high he puts Ma Enna, he doesn't care. He is so arrogant and confident that he has no morals at all and is afraid that you will press 1 like crazy.

At this point, he had really run out of ideas.

Of course, the method of bribery is the only way out.

Although it is not commonly used by business associations, they do have other options.

"Mr. Manna, before you leave, I still want you to take a look at this."

Charney opened his briefcase, took out a contract and placed it on the table.

Manna smacked his lips. He didn't believe at all what Charne said about leaving after watching, but the other party was like a fly. He couldn't kill it directly. It kept ringing in his ears and was really noisy.

Helpless, he could only turn back to the table and pick up the contract.

I opened the first page and it was blank.

The second page is also blank.

The third page, the fourth page...the last page, are all blank.

"Your company's printer is not very good. You can consider our company's products."

Maena put down the contract and looked at Charne.

"If you take care of my business and let me take a few more commissions, I might not kick your ass with my boot when I kick you out."

Charney waved his hand:

"Mr. Manna is joking. Why should you use those two copper coins to debase your own worth? You and I both know that they are just external possessions."

Mauna did not answer.

He was thinking for a moment whether to kick in slippers or leather shoes.

By the way, where are my old fashionable pair of nail-toe leather shoes? I haven't seen them for a long time. Did that bastard Margaret secretly take them away?

He looked at Charney:

"So, you show me an empty contract just to show how bad the business association is?"

"Mr. Mainna, I have to correct you again. I am now representing Casimir."

Charnet Road,

"As long as you are willing, you can write the contents of this contract yourself."

"No matter what you write, we will arrange for professional lawyers to make it reasonable and legal in front of you. How about it?"

"Then what if I don't write?"

Ma Enna said.

Charney sighed:

"My boss's task is to bring back a written contract. If you don't want to write it, I'll have to write it for you."

“I would write this.”

He paused:

"Mr. Manna, you are fired."

"No company in Casimir will accept your resume. This is reasonable and legal, and even the National Council will support our demands."

"And your niece, Miss Margaret, will never have her exile lifted. The Chamber of Commerce will argue for her rights in the National Council. I can guarantee that we will oppose any efforts made by the Supervisory Council at all costs."

"As for Miss Maria, she will know that she has an uncle who is unwilling to take on important responsibilities and chooses to escape. Of course, this is actually not a big deal for her. The child has a good personality and she will definitely believe in your character."

"Of course, believing in such things always comes with a price. A child of this age probably doesn't have the fortitude you have. When faced with her peers slandering her relatives, she might be confused, she might refute, she might be sad?"

"In this environment, I'm afraid she will grow up to be a strong child?"

"Our company does not have any funeral business."

Mainna's voice was calm, but Charne could sense the murderous intent that was already locked upon him.

He swallowed, but did not back down. Instead, he continued:

"Of course you can kill me. I have consulted, at this distance, a sword from the Lightless Knight, even if it is made of black iron, cannot save my life."

"You can not only kill me, but also rush into the Commercial Building Association building, kill several directors, and get rid of a few lackeys like me."

"But it won't work. You and I both know it. It won't work."

Charney smiled.

"You can't kill all of Casimir."

"In the final analysis, we are all garbage. It's just that you are top-class garbage, and I am bottom-class garbage."

"We will all end up in the garbage dump, but the order will continue. You always have to choose whether to integrate into this order or resist it."

choose?

Can't I just choose to stand by and watch?

I look at the world with a cold eye, not caring about right or wrong.

Mainna wanted to answer like that, but this time, Charnay caught his weakness.

"If you are alone, I can't threaten you."

"But you are not. There are many things you don't care about, but there are still things you care about."

Charnet said, looking carefree yet somewhat lonely.

"but I do not have."

"Mr. Mahenna, you are right. I have no family."

Ma Enna was slightly stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He really didn't expect that one day he would be tricked like this by others. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.

The household registration booklet only has one page, and the selfie is the whole family portrait. It is a vicious dog raised by pure commercial association capital. It is really all-round and three-dimensional and impeccable!

Seeing that Mainna had finally retracted his murderous intent, Charne let out a long breath and pushed the contract to Mainna again.

"You can take your time to think about it. We have plenty of time. You can call me anytime. I will come to visit again in seven days."

After he finished speaking, he knew that Ma Enna would not be in the mood to see him off, so he took the initiative to bow and turned to walk towards the entrance.

The sound of the door opening was heard, and finally Charney's voice came:

"Mr. Manna, I am the first person to do this. But I am afraid that I am not the only one who has seen your weakness that you have never disguised."

"So, a kind reminder, after this, send your family abroad."

"Crack—bang!"

There was a heavy sound of the door closing, and Mayenna stood alone in the living room, looking at the contract on the table, thoughtfully.

Send Maria abroad? Indeed, if Maria continued to stay in Casimir, her situation would never be safe.

Margaret is a living example. Just like what that damn lackey said, young and energetic children cannot learn to be forbearing. Back then, Margaret participated in the knight competition against her strong opposition and won the championship. But what did she win in the end?

Glory? Money? Or the chivalrous virtues she wanted?

All she won was endless killers and a stack of "Infected Person Examination Reports" signed by Cyril, who had to clean up her mess on the sickbed.

Only by getting Margaret exiled as an infected person first could she be saved. This was Cyril's helplessness back then.

Even a legendary war hero couldn't protect Lin Guang's family and the children. Could he be stronger than his father?

Ma Enna didn't have that confidence. And what happened tonight was a wake-up call for him.

Good luck doesn't last forever. Just because Maria can sleep peacefully tonight doesn't mean she won't be in danger in the future. And what if, when she grows up, she wants to follow her sister's path...

This is not impossible. Maria's admiration and imitation of Margaret were seen and remembered by Maina.

If that time really comes, Mainna doesn't even have the power like Cyril to arrange for Maria to escape before the Chamber of Commerce or... the Supervisory Council takes action.

We must indeed prepare for a rainy day.

But then again, even if he really wanted to send it, where could he send it to in this vast land?

Columbia? Victoria? Or Letania? Or even further, Longmen?

Both are fine, but neither is suitable.

Mauna shook her head, feeling confused.

After thinking for a while, he opened the contract, took the pen from the chest where the office worker always hung a ballpoint pen, and wrote a line on the blank paper.