People in Terra, governing a weird little country

The only trouble is the reputation issue.

If Flemont won the World Economic Conference, his reputation would be too high. The whole of Leitania would worship and praise this magic master who had made great achievements in a foreign land. Even now, even though Flemont had only made it to the semi-finals, the Twin Queens had received petitions from their subordinates more than once, most of which were about "conferring Flemont the title of Sir", but she had kept them to herself.

If the reputation is too high, it is not suitable to leave. Otherwise, it will be more detrimental to publicity and stability. It will make Leitania and them have the bad reputation of "not tolerating meritorious officials".

Therefore, the trading rules she set for Fremont were - if the Lich King wanted to leave, then you couldn't win the championship. If you won the championship, then the Lich King couldn't leave no matter what!

Fremont's victory seems to be just a matter of Fremont's personal reputation, and has nothing to do with the Lich King's Court. But the Lich King's Court staying in Leithania is also beneficial. The transaction must be equal. How can I let your whole family go if you don't win the championship and help Leithania gain reputation? If you win the championship, I will only keep you and let your family go. Isn't this a loss?

Frémont accepted the offer.

So, he wanted to lose anyway. The only difference was who he lost to.

But now it seems that losing to Jeston is not bad, and I can also do Ernst a favor. When the time comes, when Ermengarde goes to Kjerag, he may be able to study the Balrog for two more days without being disturbed.

I'm such a genius!

Apparently noticing Fremont's changing, finally relaxed expression, Jeston finally whispered a reminder:

"Well, Mr. Frémont."

"Ok?"

"Butt, is your butt okay?"

Flemont was startled, then suddenly came to his senses.

Good man, you insidious Liberi, where did you stab just now?

This body is no good, I’ll make a new one tomorrow!

Chapter 439 The Final Winner is Casimir

Regarding the question of many people questioning whether there were strange things about Frémont's defeat, Frémont himself said that your guess is correct.

It is easy to win. Flemont can see the strength of Jeston at his normal level. Although he does not know what his magical three-stage transformation is, it is not difficult for Flemont to deal with Jeston in his initial form.

Similarly, it is not difficult to lose, the trouble is just how to lose more realistically.

Jeston on the opposite side was also a man of character. He seemed to have seen through his plan and actually fought him using only his initial form throughout the whole process. He did not use at all the power that he displayed in the last match with Zhongyue, which even made Fremont feel afraid!

Fremont was troubled by this behavior. You represent a country, don't you really want to win? How could such a strange person exist in the International Games?

Oh, my back also represents Leitania, so that's okay.

Flemont said that no one could compare to the master of the Lich King's Court when it came to not wanting to win and to knowing when to stop.

Therefore, in this game, the audience, including Ernst, had to appreciate it:

The spell was interrupted! The lich threw a fireball at himself!

The iron thorns have hidden secrets! A surprise attack at the critical moment!

The lich can't penetrate the turtle shell, but the hammer can penetrate the spell shield. The lifeline is shining, and people are in a trance during the decisive battle. The consumption is too great, and they are panting heavily during the knife fight!

Fremont was explaining as he fought. When his own spells went out of control, he would shout in surprise, cursing or marveling at how Jeston could disrupt his spellcasting rhythm. When his own attacks hit Jeston's dwindling defensive shell accurately, he would also shout that Jeston had predicted the landing point of his spells in advance, so that every iron shield accurately blocked the attack against him.

Frankly speaking, this set of operations, coupled with the commentary of Kog'Maw Mob on the commentary desk, is really a bit... exciting?

People who really understand Originium techniques may feel something is wrong, but it is difficult for them to find flaws in a master like Fremont. And people like Ernst who don't understand any Originium techniques at all...

"Has Jeston evolved?"

Ernst rubbed his chin and looked at Jeston with surprise as he became more and more courageous on the field.

The fight with the Lich Lord was going back and forth, and there was no other aura around to help. Ernst even asked the great god Yelagund, but he didn't make a move. There was only one possibility - all of this was really done by Jeston alone!

No, man.

How can you be called Jeston? You have evolved into Jatton, right?

When will another Hyperzeton evolve? It seems that you were the one who issued the extermination order hanging outside Terra?

When will you ask me, "Ernst, do you like Tyra so much?"

Ernst was puzzled. He instinctively felt that something was wrong on the stage, but neither Cintria, the fighting school girl, nor Viviana, the Originium arts school girl with a full-face mask that read "I'm mysterious", reacted. Ernst had no choice but to give up his curiosity.

Forget it, no matter how much water there is in this game, and whether Fremont, the Lord of the Lich King's Court, was affected by his own face fruit, at least, Jeston has improved, and the progress is great, which is a good thing.

Ernst felt that the next time Saria came to Kjerag, he could arrange for Jeston to spar with her. By then, Jeston might be able to break through the limit.

As for whether he wins or loses this game, Ernst doesn't care.

Ernst had told Jeston to try not to win the championship, but it was still the semi-finals after all, and the runner-up and fourth place players should not win the championship. If Jeston worked hard, it would be nice to get the runner-up.

As for the championship...

Fremont will give in, but Uncle Mainna Lingguang, the representative of Casimir who symbolizes Victoria, and Dario, the representative of Iberia who symbolizes Ursus, will not give in.

Should...shouldn't let the water go, right?

Ernst suddenly felt a little unsure.

If Dario wins the next game, Ernst thinks that with the "upright" character of the Grand Inquisitor, there is no possibility of him letting the opponent win. Moreover, he is not very familiar with him. Although he chatted a few words at the World Expo, Ernst's impression of him may not be as deep as that of his apprentice Elini.

But if Manna wins...

It seems very likely that Uncle will make Casimir feel disgusted in the end...

Thinking of this, Ernst couldn't help feeling helpless.

It is ironic that a group of people participated in a huge sports event driven by various reasons. Some of them aimed to protect their families, some aimed to expand their influence, some hoped to give it one last try at the end of their career, but when the time came they began to cherish their reputation; some had lofty ideals, but were unfortunately defeated in the first round by cheating players.

Everyone has different and complicated goals, but they can all be expressed in their own fighting styles at a sports meeting. The interests represented by everyone are also different, but they can all be seen through one victory and defeat after another.

At this final stage of the competition, who will be the final winner is no longer of concern to everyone. Everyone has already taken what they need in each game, whether through compromise, transaction, or coercion, and political interests have long been satisfied.

So much so that, when Fremont was retreating to defend at the last moment, he accidentally stepped on the iron spike "mine" that Jeston had ambushed on the field in advance. In an instant, he was bound in place by the surging iron spikes and could not move. At that moment, everyone on the field cheered.

Including Ernst.

Jeston won and he deserves the applause.

The game achieved the result that both sides wanted, and he should be happy about it.

The purpose of knightly competitions is to provide the audience with a good audio-visual experience and emotional value, that is, to make the audience feel happy. The audience present was excited by Jeston's victory, and Ernst was also happy, but the reason for his happiness was slightly different from theirs. Why couldn't they cheer?

At the same time, standing on the suspended private room stands at the top of the Pegasus Arena, Russell took a sip of the cocktail in his glass.

Since then, the entire Casimir International Games has entered its final stages. There are still two games left to determine the final winner.

She walked forward, picked up Maria, who was lying in front of the glass window of the stands and happily cheering with the crowd, walked back to her seat, looked at Maina who was fidgeting beside her, put little Maria in her uncle's arms, and then asked:

"Maenna, who do you think will be the final winner?"

Maenna looked at Maria and said firmly, "I."

"Do not."

Russell shook his head.

"The final winner will be Casimir."

"After the hype created by the International Games, Casimir has now surpassed Leitania in both international prestige and economic vitality. We have won."

There are five chairs, and so many countries. Apart from the [previous generation overlord] Victoria, [the most populous ancient country] Yan, and [military empire] Ursus, which are necessary to give legitimacy to the Summit of All Nations, the remaining three countries, Colombia, Casimir, and Letania, will all compete for the last two chairs.

It is impossible to kill three men with two peaches because no one will give in.

Russell was very clear from the beginning to the end that the World Games had three meanings. First, by using the name of the World Games, Casimir would have a way out. Even if he failed in the competition, he would have a world-class IP that could quickly increase his influence. Second, it would help the Supervisory Council to consolidate power and take over the right to speak on knights and knight competitions instead of the Business Federation. Third, it would help Casimir win this game of musical chairs.

Now, the first goal has been achieved, the second goal is progressing slowly, and only the third goal... until this moment, Russell finally had some confidence.

Mainna frowned and was about to remind Russell that Maria was still here and not to spread her annoying political ideas around, as they would corrupt the children.

But a sudden knock on the door interrupted Mauna's words.

A report from the Supervisory Council guards came from outside the door:

"Grand Knight Commander, Prime Minister Kjerag wants to see you."

"He said that he wanted to discuss the closing ceremony with you."

Chapter 440: Ernst: I can’t chat with you old guards!

"When we move, we must ensure that we move forward. We cannot move backward. Some people are asking civil rights activists today, 'When will you be satisfied?'"

“We will never be satisfied as long as poor people are subjected to unspeakable police brutality.”

"We can never be satisfied as long as the travel-weary bodies of Victoria's Tara cannot find lodging in the messenger stations along the wild roads and in the inns of the city."

"We will never be satisfied as long as the basic range of Leithania's winter spirits is to move from small ghettos where ethnic minorities live to large ghettos."

"As long as there is still a Sarkaz soldier in the Ursus Empire who cannot enjoy normal treatment after retirement, as long as there is an infected person in Columbia who thinks that his vote is useless, we will never be satisfied."

"No! We are not satisfied now, and we will not be satisfied in the future, unless justice and fairness surge like the waves of the sea and river!"

Ernst put down the speech in his hand and looked at the Grand Knight of the Casimir Supervisory Council who was standing there in a daze. He put away his passionate and indignant expression and smiled inquiringly:

"What do you think, Your Excellency the Grand Knight?"

"Chancellor Ernst..."

Russell was silent for a long time. After a while, she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and answered in a daze,

"Chancellor Ernst, this speech is really... sweat-inducing."

"Colombia, Ursus, Leitania, Victoria, I'm afraid no country will like this speech very much, right?"

Russell was telling the truth.

Just now, when Russell heard that Ernst wanted to discuss the arrangements for the closing ceremony with him, he was still a little expectant.

Ernst's talent in public speaking is unquestionable. His speeches that have been circulated on Terra so far are all masterpieces that are worthy of being included in Terra's history and civil rights textbooks. Russell does not doubt that Ernst has a dedicated team behind him, who are responsible for writing these classic manuscripts for him day and night, but even so, Ernst has reached an astonishing level in terms of emotional control, narrative rhythm, and shaping of his own personality.

If possible, she was even willing to pay Ernst a large sum of money to give another speech for the closing of the Games, or to provide a revised version of his speech, just as he had done at the opening ceremony.

But she knew that it all depended on Ernst's will. If Ernst really disagreed, she would not be able to buy a single word from him no matter how much money she spent.

Many writers have this kind of character, not all of them are reporters for the Red Wine News. Ernst must have it too.

Therefore, when she confirmed that Ernst's sudden visit was indeed accompanied by a speech, and that the speech was indeed prepared to be read at the closing ceremony of the International Games, she was indeed surprised and even a little flattered!

After all, the last person to receive a speech from Ernst was Wilson, the current Vice President of Columbia.

His approval rating in domestic polls and favorable reviews among major technology groups now stands at 66 percent, an astonishing number!

Some people may think that this number is only over half, so the remaining 34% are against it. That is wrong.

A negative review does not necessarily mean a bad review. Most of the time, the public is indifferent to politics. Although Colombia has opened the door for ordinary people to participate in politics through its electoral and voting systems, how many people really pay attention to their voting rights every day?

Most people still have to make a living, and sometimes, you can "buy a ticket" by just giving a little benefit.

Even in this situation, 66 percent of people still support his re-election. Among the remaining 34 percent, even if we calculate according to the lowest proportion, at least half of them are politically indifferent and go with the flow.

Therefore, the number of Wilson's true supporters is at least 80 percent or more.

Such figures are truly terrifying. If Wilson did not have a president, Mark Max, whose approval rating was close to 100%, no one would question his ability to become the "Caesar of Colombia".

Who would have thought that Wilson, such a man, would have to worry about losing the election to his competitors not long ago?

The benefits he gained were obvious to all. How could Russell not want the same gift?

But what she didn't expect was that Ernst did bring a gift, but whether he dared to accept it became her problem.

After all, the content of this speech is somewhat too... too offensive.

Ernst certainly anticipated Russell's concerns.

But he was somewhat disappointed. Russell was a little too cowardly.

In order to win Russell's approval, Ernst deliberately avoided several issues when revising the classic speech "I Have a Dream".

First, he changed the single group of black people in the original text into various oppressed, exploited and discriminated groups on the land of Terra today.

The Tara people of Victoria, the Winter Spirits of Letania, the Sarkaz officers and soldiers who were granted normal retirement benefits by the Ursus Empire decades ago. The infected people who were attracted by the regulations of Colombia to attract more immigrants, which allowed infected people to have the right to vote after becoming Colombian citizens.

In addition to these, of course, there are many more, such as the Agor people in Iberia, the Casimir infected represented by the Blood Knight Dikaiopolis who inspired Ernst's creativity this time, the nameless "black households" in the Lungmen slums who were even deprived of their identity as infected people, and the "three governments" that Bolivar attacked each other with.

These groups were not included either because Ernst felt that similar groups were already represented or because of Casimir's own feelings.

But even so, Russell seemed hesitant.

Good at planning but no decision, cherishing one's body when doing great things, forgetting one's life when seeing small gains. Ernst's speech was indeed very offensive, but in the final analysis, this is an existing problem. Whether you bring it up or not, it is there. You can keep a tacit understanding with everyone, not talk about it or not change it. This is of course normal, and it is also what most Terra leaders have been doing. But if you change it a little, anthropomorphize it a little, and then expose this matter, then you are standing on the moral high ground.