People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"I don't know!"

Chapter 49: Holy Son, Thank You, Okamon

Kent Windermere felt a little dizzy. He rubbed his head with his hand, and the warm liquid immediately made his consciousness issue a harsh warning like a boiling kettle.

After so many years of governing a place, he knew very well what the touch of his hands generally meant.

His thoughts were spinning rapidly with the help of the pain. He did not open the thick and warm leather bag immediately, but looked at his daughter beside him in the dim light that came in.

Delphine Windermere had a painful expression on her face, and there was a hideous scratch on her arm. Half of the warm liquid Kent touched was mixed with his own daughter.

But fortunately, what scratched Daifen was obviously not a knife or an Originium. The debris left by the wound proved that it was just an ordinary stone.

Fortunately in misfortune.

Kent Windermere breathed a sigh of relief, then struggled to adjust his posture, took out the warm fur from under him, wrapped it around Daphne's arm, and after barely stopping the bleeding, he took a deep breath and opened the fur bag.

The biting cold wind blew in his face, and his teeth began to chatter almost uncontrollably, but he soon discovered that his trembling was not only caused by the coldness of his body, but also by his current situation.

The beast of burden, strong enough to carry four people and a cargo sled, was now lying on its side on the snow, the blood and contents flowing from its abdomen colorfully smearing an impressionist painting on the snow. The burly Kjerag, who was responsible for escorting them, was now half-kneeling on the snow, holding a shield in one hand, and breathing heavily.

There are no enemies around, but there are signs of fighting.

Kent Windermere, who had his eyes scanning the battlefield, came to the conclusion immediately. He opened the fur bag, crawled onto the snow, looked at Matterhorn Jek in the distance, pursed his lips, raised his hand, and the ring on his ring finger flashed a faint red light.

A sophisticated spell-casting unit, a general like Amphillis would always carry one, which might come in handy when facing an assassin.

When she took it upon herself to replace the processed source stone ring originally prepared for her with this ring and wore it as a token of love given to each other at the wedding, Kent Windermere even joked with her:

"Isn't this the equivalent of giving your husband a knife at your wedding? Isn't this too unromantic?"

How did she answer herself at that time?

Kent Windermere's mind flashed back to that scene. Amphillis, who had never worn a white wedding dress even at the wedding, said firmly: "For me, I am giving you my second life."

He now understood what Amphillis had said. She was right. This little ring might really give him a second life at some point.

Catching the dark shadow in his eyes, Kent Windermere raised his left hand, and the red light on the ring condensed into a red electric light, shooting straight to the back of Horn Peak.

"Crack-!"

A thunderous sound exploded in the empty valley. Jiaofeng turned his head suddenly, and the swung heavy shield followed closely with the change of his posture, smashing towards the figure wearing a gray windproof hood who suddenly froze behind him.

"boom!"

The heavy shield collided with the hastily raised bayonet, and Fengti's huge force instantly threw Filin away, and he fell on the snow, unconscious.

Jiaofeng took a few deep breaths before he stood up, walked forward, raised the huge shield in his hand, and wanted to kill the man in front of him.

Kent Windermere called to him, "Stop and tie him up."

Jiaofeng turned his head and looked at the man who stood up with the stone. He hesitated for a moment, nodded, untied the climbing rope from his waist, tied the man's hands and feet behind his back, and then walked towards Kent.

"is that OK?"

"It's okay. There was some bleeding." Kent shook his head.

Jiaofeng walked to the dead pack animal and took out a slightly twisted small stove from the cargo sled scattered on the ground. After checking it, he placed it on the snow and pressed the start button.

The source stone in the liner began to heat up gradually, emitting a pleasant temperature. Jiaofeng waved to Kent:

"Come here, be careful of hypothermia."

Kent nodded, walked over to the pack animal, picked up the unconscious Daphne, and went to sit down by the fire.

"What happened?" he asked.

Jiaofeng smacked his lips. The Fengti man, who was always gentle and steady in front of Ernst and Enthiotis, showed an undisguised expression of anger on his face:

"There's something wrong with your guard. He stabbed the pack animal with a knife on the mountain trail! The frightened pack animal rolled down the mountain with me!"

Kent's face darkened. He glanced at the guard lying in the distance, especially the gray windproof cap on his head. He already had a guess in his mind.

I should have noticed it earlier. The Grey Hats under the Duke of Caster are the best at intelligence infiltration and assassination.

He cursed inwardly, but he also knew that it was a bit too much to ask to be on guard against anyone wearing a gray hat all the time.

However, the person who arranged this secret visit was a close confidant of the Duke's Mansion!

If even I was assassinated, then Anfeilis's people were probably also...

Thinking of the Duke's secret meeting that was about to be held in Londinium, Kent's heart sank even more.

If they want to kill me, they just need Amphillis to go there in person. The Duke of Caister has big plans.

He sighed, and forced himself to suppress his speculation about Victoria and Windermere's treacherous situation. He turned his attention to the present and asked:

"Then why did he fall down too?"

"Humph. This is Kjerag." Matterhorn cursed disdainfully, and then said as if boasting, "He overlooked the power of the snow mountain. The shouting and noise made by a pack animal, three people, and a cart of goods rolling down the mountain together are enough to cause a small avalanche on a mountain road that has not been maintained for a long time."

Kent Windermere burst out laughing when he heard this.

He had tried his best to prevent the traitor from appearing, but he was eventually killed by an accident. No wonder the great "Cast's Grey Hat" was so weak that he was knocked away by a shield. The power of nature is indeed not something that humans can resist.

It was probably thanks to this being Kjerag that this miracle in misfortune could happen.

"Don't be happy too soon." The voice of Matterhorn sounded again, and Kent Windermere's heart, which had just been put at ease, rose again. "We are now at the foot of the mountain, and we are all injured. There is no passage up the mountain. If there is no timely rescue, we will all die of hypothermia within a few hours after the energy of this small stove is exhausted."

Kent Windermere's face turned pale, and he subconsciously hugged Daphne tightly in his arms:

"Doesn't the Kjerag government have any rescue measures? Like small aircraft, drones, snowmobiles, lifelines, etc.?"

Horn Peak Matterhorn shook his head helplessly and asked:

"Mr. Representative, have you forgotten why you came to Kjerag?"

For what?

Kent Windermere's mouth twitched.

To attend the opening ceremony of the first train in Kjerag.

Oh shit!

He reached out and punched the snow.

The things he mentioned were a bit too luxurious for Kjerag, not to mention that Kjerag only had one train. Even on Earth where there were rescue helicopters, rescue in the high mountain glaciers was an extremely difficult task.

"So, Gray Hat didn't choose to attack me directly, but attacked the beast of burden?"

"If the pack animal gets scared and falls off the cliff, even if I survive the fall, no one can save me."

"Compared to taking the risk of fighting directly on a narrow mountain road and giving me a chance to escape, this method is the real way to kill, leaving me nowhere to escape."

Kent understood everything and closed his eyes in despair.

But Matterhorn on the side comforted him: "But it's not completely hopeless. My boss and my boss's brother will find a way to find us."

Kent's eyes snapped open: "What are the chances?"

"Don't worry." Matterhorn said, "Mr. Ernst is the Son of God, and the great god Yelagund is blessing him."

Matterhorn put his hands together in front of his chest and said devoutly from the bottom of his heart: "Pray patiently for the great god Yelagund to perform a miracle."

Kent stared at his actions in a daze, wanting to curse, but the words were on the tip of his tongue and he couldn't say them.

He could only look at Daphne in his arms and silently wrapped his fur around her body.

At least let her hold on a little longer.

As for the talk of Yelagund and the Son of God, he did not believe in it.

...........

As the wind and snow blew, the small Originium stove that someone had been thinking about stubbornly resisted the invasion of the low temperature, showing a compassionate heart and releasing warm energy.

The gradual loss of blood and hypothermia brought about a trance in which the man named Kent Windermere seemed to see two black clouds in the sky turning into two eyes, and the mountains condensing into a giant mouth, breathing out a breath of warm, fresh air in his direction.

The clear air flew towards him, swirled around him, turned around, and finally carried him, Delphine, and Matterhorn up on the wind, shielding them from the biting cold wind and sending them to a strange town.

"and many more."

He suddenly regained consciousness, and the wounds that were difficult to heal and corroded his mind disappeared in the blink of an eye. He looked around suddenly. There was no extra decoration in the simple low-rise house. There was a fur sofa with broken threads but genuine materials, and an unbalanced desk with worn edges revealing the original wood inside, which seemed to creak. There was also a handsome boy sitting behind the desk, holding an oval rune stone emitting colorful light in his hand.

It was a picture that seemed extremely harmonious and warm, but also filled with a bit of absurdity.Only the warm fur wrapped tightly around Daphne in his arms reminded him that the desperate situation just now was not a delusion or fantasy.

Kent Windermere, who had been fighting in politics and on the battlefield for so many years and had firmly put aside all theories of ghosts and gods, now had his firm belief shaken.

He thought for a moment, recalling the words that Matterhorn had said some time ago, and imitated putting his hands together, and said in a poor accent:

"Thank you, Son, for your kindness, Okamoto."

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

Actually there is not much to write about, but the editor asked me to write this, so I will write a little bit.

Needless to say, the motivation for writing this book was definitely the Khan of Tongliao, the great Little John! I read every issue, and it is perfect for eating with meals!

Actually, what I wanted to write at the beginning was something like the video of American Emperor Norton, but after thinking about it, Columbia did not seem to have the conditions to write in that way. The setting of the AI ​​of the President was stuck there, which was a bit of a pity.

Finally, I chose Kjerag, a place that has the flavor of a weird small country and hardcore ruthless people from its setting to its characters.

It is also surrounded by powerful countries and coveted by many countries. It is also divided by internal sectarian forces and has stagnant social development. But the difference is that it has mother Yelagund, the strong man SilverAsh who fell from the sky, and the Kalan Trade that has already produced results. Kjerag is undoubtedly a "promising" peculiar small country.

So I started writing here because I wanted to describe a wider land of Terra through the protagonist’s perspective.

The reason why the protagonist is set as a cloud player and can only be recognized by the jokes is that we don't want to give the protagonist too much of a God's perspective, making everything develop like a deus ex machina - for example, the protagonist knows where and when SSRs will appear, so he flies over at the right time, picks them up and runs away, and within a few days, Kjerag is full of big guys, six-stars in a bunch. He is obviously the leader of a small country with no capital and no strength, but he can control a group of big countries with the secrets given by the game.

If the rise of a quirky little country could be so miraculous, then the failures of Burkina Faso and Chile, the inability of Benin, and the failure of Grenada would not be so impressive and regrettable.

I wanted to write a story that had the flavor of Khan, the political comedy of ministers/prime ministers, and a lot of flavor from the deep exploration of Terra's local culture.

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Thank you, Okamoto!

Chapter 50: 10 billion yuan subsidy for Wen Duoduo! (First order required)

The Yelagund Sacred Stone is different from the sacred stone of unknown authenticity in the Holy Stone Square. The one in Ernst's hand is a genuine holy object.

One morning, a holy stone suddenly appeared in Ernst's coat pocket. It contained a trace of Yelagund's will. As long as Ernst prayed to the holy stone, Yelagund would receive the message and provide help.

Unlike some of the restricted gifts in some unorthodox myths and legends, the sacred stone of Yelagund does not require any extra sacrifices or rituals. In the words of the great god Yelagund himself:

"It's the devil's deal that requires a price to be paid. My love is selfless and infinite."

What a great God! Even Ernst, who claims to be a pragmatist and has no piety, would be moved to tears.

People are taught from childhood that the most selfless love in the world is maternal love. Ernst wanted to change his prayer to Yelagund into "Only Mother is Good in the World" translated from Kjerag.

Of course, the God Stone cannot be used casually. First of all, Yelagund's feelings must be taken into consideration. Although she will not complain, Ernst cannot treat her as an on-call customer service. A famous void god Raven 12345 once said: "The biggest reason for the gods to lose their love for people is the complaint-style prayers that come in every day like bad reviews for takeout."

Secondly, you also have to consider your own situation. If you rely too much on the Yelagund Divine Stone, you might turn yourself into a useless person. Then what is the difference between you and the Great Elder?

In terms of these two principles, Ernst had only tried to use the God Stone twice. The first time was when Casimir met Hinterea and Roy. In order to prevent the smiling tiger assassin from doing something extreme, he held the God Stone. The second time was this time.

Carefully wrapping the sacred stone with a handkerchief and putting it back into the inner bag on his chest, Ernst looked at Kent Windermere who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, and couldn't help but asked with concern:

"Hello? Are you okay?"

Kent raised his hands and clasped them together, praying with a blasphemous tone and a pious expression: "Holy Son, thank you, Gangmen."

Ernst: “............”

He suddenly understood how Vina felt when she heard him speak Victorian.

Really, thank her for her hard work!

Ernst put away his guilty mood and poured a cup of hot tea for Kent:

"No need to be so polite, Mr. Representative, and the lady in your arms, the most important thing is that nothing happens to you."

Kent took the teacup and gulped down two mouthfuls, completely ignoring the temperature that was not suitable for drinking. Only after his whole body was warmed up did he regain his spirits and slowly said:

"Just call me Kent, Kent Windermere. This is my daughter, the daughter of the Duke of Windermere, Delphine Windermere. Thank you very much for the miracle you have shown, Your Excellency the Holy Son."