People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"Hmm?" Amiya blinked and nodded, "I don't mean to blame Dr. Kal'tsit."

"The reward Mr. Dikaiopolis gave is indeed not enough to pay for the inhibitors needed by so many infected people, but we can't just stop paying halfway, right?"

"The bigwigs in Casimir don't care about them. In this land, the infected are discriminated against everywhere. We are their only hope."

"If the loss is caused by the rescue, at least, I think it is acceptable!"

Amiya smiled and comforted Kelsey:

"Besides, we didn't suffer a complete loss."

"Didn't Mr. Ernst give Rhodes Island other orders?"

Kal'tsit pursed her lips, let out a long breath, and finally a smile of helplessness and emotion appeared on her face:

"Yeah, we have other orders."

"We're going to Shelagh again soon. Can I go and play with Miss Enya then?" Amiya asked in a low voice.

Kelsey nodded: "As long as Ernst and Enya agree."

Before Amiya had time to be happy, the next moment, she heard a noise coming from the square.

A convoy of more than ten vans bumped into the road of Plot Zero and slowly stopped in the square. Many men in suits and sunglasses got out of the convoy, holding crossbows in their hands and swords on their waists, looking like bodyguards.

Behind them, the last person to get out of the car was a Kuranta man wearing a gray suit, a windbreaker over it, and a red tie.

If it’s not Charney, who else could it be?

Charne glanced at the infected people gathered in the square, as well as the Rhodes Island field operators who walked out of the registration booth and cast a wary look at them, and frowned slightly.

He really couldn't figure out what Ernst's purpose was in doing this?

Are a group of Casimir infected people worthy of the concern of him, the Prime Minister of Kjerag?

What benefits can these people bring to him? The only value of their existence is to serve as a cheap labor force that does not need retirement wages, because most of them will not live to that age.

As for Kjerag, it is impossible for Kjerag to dig the infected people from Casimir back to his place. Similarly, if they are not given travel expenses and vehicles are not arranged for them, most of them will not be able to reach Kjerag and will be blown up on the road.

But Ernst just listed "assisting Rhodes Island and rescuing the infected people in Plot Zero" as one of the items on that blank check.

Since it has been listed, the Business Federation must of course abide by its promise. Their spirit of contract varies from person to person, but at least, for Ernst now, these businessmen are still trustworthy.

It was just some inhibitors and some manpower, wasn't it? Something that could be solved with a little money - really little money - and it would make Ernst happy.

As to whether he has any deeper arrangements, and whether this sudden rescue is paving the way for something else or serving as a prelude, who knows?

Anyway, they are standing on one side now.

Putting aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Charney took the trumpet handed to him by his men and shouted loudly:

"Is the person in charge of Rhodes Island here?"

"I'm here."

Amiya had already jumped off the ruins of the square where she had just been observing, and trotted to the front of Charne. She looked up at Kuranta in front of her.

Charne's expression was visibly stunned for a moment.

"You are...the person in charge of Rhodes Island?"

"Yes! I am Amiya!" Amiya nodded.

After thinking for a moment, Charne decided not to investigate the issue of a medical company employing child labor. It was not that Casimir was a company that employed child labor, but it was a shame to employ such young children and directly push the legal person to take the blame...

I can only say that even the Chamber of Commerce would call it an expert after seeing this.

However, this company has a relationship with Ernst, so there is no need to issue him a ticket for such a small matter to boost performance. It is better to complete the commission first.

"Miss Amiya.....I am the spokesperson of the Business Federation. You can call me spokesperson, or just call me by my name - Charne."

"I came here on behalf of Mr. Ernst."

Amiya's heart was already in her throat, but when she heard Ernst's name, she couldn't help but feel relieved.

It's a strange experience, like, you know that as long as this name appears, it means things are going well and there's no need to worry too much.

However, although she felt relieved, Amiya still felt confused.

How could Mr. Ernst entrust the Chamber of Commerce? What was the Chamber of Commerce trying to do by coming here?

Could this also be Mr. Ernst’s power? Could Mr. Ernst’s power be infinite?!

Charne didn't say much. He just nodded and waved to his men behind him, telling Amiya the answer with practical actions.

The trunk of the van was opened, and box after box of mineral disease inhibitors were taken out. Among them were those produced by Rhine Life, those from Casimir's local pharmaceutical company, and of course those circulated in the market by Rhodes Island.

Obviously, in order to get all these inhibitors, Charne went on a market-wide shopping spree.

Not only that, after the inhibitors were emptied, the remaining drinking water, instant noodles and other cheap food were also taken out of the car and piled up next to the registration office in Rhodes Island, forming three small hills!

Finally, Charne took a contract handed to him by someone next to him, signed his name, stamped it, and handed it to Amiya.

"This is?"

"It's not a bill for collection anyway."

Looking at the little girl in front of him who was somewhat at a loss after being beaten by a set of operations, Charney was in a rare mood to make a joke.

"Mr. Ernst requested an order to help Rhodes Island, a charitable organization, recover its losses."

He smiled, shrugged meaningfully, and handed the pen to Amiya:

“Good things happen to good people.”

Amiya took the pen, glanced over the contract, and then handed it to Kal'tsit who was walking over.

Kal'tsit had just got off the car in Czarne and after stating her purpose, she called Ernst. It was now clear that these people were indeed coming at Ernst's request.

This is indeed one of his "plans".

Since you are going to give a speech, you can't just make empty promises.

The Supervisory Commission didn't give him any face, and the Business Federation did give him a lot, so Ernst didn't hide it. In front of you, the people who saved you will teach you what it means to wield the human rights stick!

Just as the “humanitarian speech” had been directed explicitly or implicitly at the citizens of Londinium, this time, the nail on the stick was, of course, the residents of Plot Zero.

You can say that this is using the suffering of others as a tool, but a gentleman judges by deeds, not by heart. So just tell me whether I can be saved or not?

Ernst was a politician, not a real philanthropist. Given the story of Zigong redeeming people, what was wrong with him asking for some return?

Besides, it is still uncertain whether this return will be a blessing or a curse for the residents of Plot 0!

Kal'tsit understood Ernst's thoughts and approved of his plan. She was not a moral saint, otherwise she would not have led the coalition forces to take on Tutu Sakaz. Ernst's pragmatism was always one of the parts she admired most about him.

Charney turned his eyes to Kal'tsit. Kal'tsit took the pen, signed her name on the contract without even looking at it, and handed the contract back to Charney.

Amiya looked shocked.

Why did she hand the contract to Dr. Kal'tsit? Was it for Kal'tsit to sign?

She can write, too!

Did she want Kal'tsit to check the contents of the contract, or at least bring the contract back to the ship to study it before making a decision?

What if there was some kind of trap hidden in it? What if this was some kind of "Rhodes Island ship sale contract"? Although Amiya didn't know much, she still had some common sense that businessmen would set traps in contracts.

Dr. Kelsey, you signed too quickly!

With a somewhat helpless sigh, Amiya could only hope that she had not discovered any traps when she simply reviewed the contract for the first time, because there were indeed no traps in the contract, not because the traps were hidden.

As for Dr. Kal'tsit, I wish her well. I won't give it to her next time... At least, before giving it to her, I will remind her to take a closer look.

Otherwise, there's always a feeling that Rhodes Island is in a dilemma!

Chapter 445: Go burn this city to ashes!

Casimir, Grand Knight of Kavaleriaki, Plot Zero.

The sewer environment is dark and damp.

The people who live here generally have a sense of inferiority. They are the lives that survived in Plot Zero, the burnt-out remnants of the glorious city of the Great Knight Territory. Few people, after falling here, can still proudly hold up their chests and say, "I am a Casimir!"

People are shaped by society. If this society abandons them, they will naturally be shaped into what society does not want them to be.

The extreme of inferiority complex is extreme self-esteem, and the end of cowardice is endless extremism. Combined with the mineralogy, which can be called the "original sin" of this land, as a little seasoning, it is not difficult to imagine what will be cooked on this land.

To be fair, you can't say that the Supervisory Council has no intention of managing this place. In fact, both Russell and the previous Grand Knight Commander had the idea of ​​​​regulating Plot 0. But obviously, they failed in the end.

Governance requires costs, and this involves a messy account of who will pay for it. The Supervisory Commission has already lost the battle with the Business Federation, so they naturally do not have the financial strength to do such a thankless task - who will manage so many infected people and poor people who are released? How to manage them?

This is a typical social problem.

When faced with this kind of problem, some governments are willing to solve it regardless of the cost, at least for a period of time. However, some governments build dams without caring about the floods behind them.

The Supervisory Commission belongs to the latter. When the costs outweigh the benefits, they are essentially no different from commercial associations.

It was nothing more than the Supervisory Committee being more conservative. Russell had only stationed a number of guards around Plot 0 to prevent the chaos from spreading outwards and to limit the flow of people between plots. It was like building a dam to stop a flood.

The Chamber of Commerce is more radical. They argue that since Plot Zero is so troublesome, it would be better to directly dismantle Plot Zero to create the mobile city structure of Cavalelia and blow it up with an Originium bomb.

If you can't solve the problem, solve the person who raised the problem. On one hand, there are players who raise poisons, causing people to die slowly, and on the other hand, there are speedrunners. It is better to suffer a short pain than a long one.

It is difficult to judge which side is better or worse. We can only say that under the excellent matching mechanism of Terra, the degree of anthropomorphism and abstract operation level of the two sides are comparable!

But the problem is that the upper class is the upper class, and the ordinary people living on plot zero are still the ones who suffer. When the "flood" accumulates to a certain level, Marx, Maxim, Malthus, or whatever it is, will have to show up, right?

In the city's lower pipeline, in a temporary residence that could not be called a "home" at all, an infected person excitedly said to another infected person:

"Have you heard? There's a company called Rhodes Island over there in the square, distributing supplies and inhibitors of mineral sickness!"

The infected person's reaction was very calm, far from the surprise she expected:

"I heard that, so what?"

But she still asked hopefully, "Why don't we go get one?"

The skinny male infected person just glanced at him and asked back:

"Can you afford it?"

The female infected person was speechless for a moment, and then spoke with a guilty conscience:

"......Didn't they say it was free?"

"Free things are the most expensive. Do you believe that there are really saints on this earth who would give us infected people the inhibitors without asking for anything else, or do you believe that they have ulterior motives?"

The male infected person curled his lips, trying to convince his companions and himself.

"Our government doesn't care about us anymore, so do you expect a company that comes out of nowhere to care about us?"

"But...people from the Business Federation are also here."

The male infected person glanced at his companion, sneered, put on his packed backpack, looked at her, and asked:

"Guess what I'm going to do?"

The infected female was forced to look at the attire of her companion whom she had deliberately ignored before. Her entire body was wrapped tightly in torn clothes, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. The backpack on her back seemed to be filled to the brim with things, making an unsettling dull sound.

Even on Plot Zero, this outfit was undoubtedly unusual.

"Where are you going?"

"The boss of the Business Federation you mentioned offered me a job. The salary was not low, so I took it."

"Is it dangerous?"

"For the infected, what job that pays well is not dangerous? Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk!"

Muttering words of self-comfort, the man took a deep breath and arranged:

"Tomorrow night, there may be a power outage in the city for a while. Remember, don't get close to the connection area of ​​the four cities. It will be unsafe there. Although I don't think you can get very far."

"Also, tell the people in the settlement to behave themselves. If they want to go to the square to get the inhibitors, let the organization arrange a representative for them to go. Don't all rush over at once. If they find out how many people we have, it won't be safe at all!"

He paused,

"Finally, if I don't come back, don't look for me. Wait for me for three days. If there is no news from me within three days, then don't wait any longer. Someone will send the reward to you."

"If they don't deduct money from the dead."

He did not say the last sentence out loud, but just repeated it silently in his mind.

But having said that, even if the female infected person is naive, she should be able to hear something.

She worried: "What on earth are you going to do?"