People in Terra, governing a weird little country

The male infected person's face, which was wrapped in cloth strips, forced out a smile of relief:

"Go and burn this city to ashes!"

.........

On the road leaving Plot Zero, Charne's car was parked across the middle of the road, blocking the vehicle that was also leaving Plot Zero.

He turned off the headlights, put out a cigarette, pushed open the door and got out, standing in front of the vehicle, then walked around to the window and knocked on it.

The car window rolled down slowly, and the person who appeared before Charne's eyes was, as expected, a colleague whom he could not afford to offend.

"Mr. McGee, aren't you going to explain why you came out of Plot Zero?"

"The Business Federation has handed this matter over to me, hasn't it?"

The spokesperson who was replaced by McGee glanced sideways, and there was deathly silence on that face that was much younger than Charne.

He said nothing, but Charney realized what he meant.

He didn't want to do it, but he had to do it because the one who gave him the order was not the board of directors of the Chamber of Commerce, but the "reporter" from the Rose Newspaper, his father.

"Reporter" was also an outlier in the Chamber of Commerce. When the Chamber of Commerce was still entangled with the Supervisory Council over its own territory in Casimir, he was the first person to turn his attention to distant foreign countries.

The Rose Newspaper first opened a branch in Colombia, and the "reporter" himself often stayed in Colombia under the pretext of "vacation and leisure". He was indeed part of the Business Federation, but he prided himself on having "higher vision and broader perspective" and was reserved or even opposed to some of the decisions of the Business Federation.

Charney usually doesn't comment on people he can't comment on. He simply thinks that for a man who can't even defeat the knights in his country, is his four-step plan of "moving to Colombia, overthrowing the federal government, becoming the new president, and counterattacking Casimir" really feasible?

Of course, the "reporter" did not completely give up on Casimir. Although the Rose Newspaper branch and the headquarters had long been a little confused, he still did not relax his surveillance on Casimir. The wilderness signal base station built in the wilderness and maintained at a high cost, as well as the magical "telephone symbolizing power", were all his masterpieces.

And McGee, the prince of Rose Newspapers, is one of the "reporters" in Casimir's eyes.

Knowing the reason why this spokesperson who shouldn't be here was here, Charney could only grit his teeth and warn:

"Mr. McGee, this is against the rules. I have already convinced Mr. Ernst that we will win the final, and the Supervisory Committee's plan will not succeed!"

"Please tell Mr. Reporter that if he makes trouble, it will probably make things more complicated!"

"complex?"

McGee finally spoke.

"How do you know that complexity is not what he wants?"

Even now, McGee doesn't dare to say that he fully understands his father.

He is a pure ambitious man. In the "grand blueprint" he drew, Casimir is only a small part of the puzzle. If he must be said, he is somewhat of a "spiritual Colombian" and regards Colombia as the real foundation of his "business empire".

As for Casimir, neither the Chamber of Commerce nor the Supervisory Council was in his eyes. Just as Charne said, his ordering of McGee to act alone might lead to complications and make the already settled situation even more complicated.

But complexity may also be part of his purpose.

Charney took a deep breath.

His first reaction was a little bit unbelievable.

When he heard the young leader of Rhodes Island, who could no longer be described as young, asking him whether the Chamber of Commerce had arranged for other people to distribute inhibitors and supplies in other places, he still found it a little puzzling.

It was unbelievable that someone in the Chamber of Commerce had concealed this from him, and that Rhodes Island had actually discovered an "outsider" whom none of the people he had sent out had noticed. Were they really a medical company?

But when he sent more people and confirmed the news, and confirmed that there were indeed people from the Chamber of Commerce who had secretly contacted and traded this information with the infected people in Plot Zero without telling him, the spokesperson, and intercepted the spokesperson McGee's vehicle here, his incredible direction changed.

He suddenly couldn't help thinking, "Reporter", are you planning to make both the Supervisory Commission and the Chamber of Commerce lose?

What good does this do for him? Weaken the business community and force others to follow his "Colombian way"?

What was he going to do? To mess up the finals? To make it so that Manna couldn't win?

No, that was not up to him to decide. Ernst was not someone he could arrange. Besides, if Mauna could not win, it would only be good for the Supervisor.

If Manna wins, it will be good for the Chamber of Commerce.

How could it be possible for both the Supervisory Commission and the Chamber of Commerce to lose?

Before Charne could figure out a clue, McGee's terminal suddenly rang. He took a look at the caller ID, gave Charne a look, and then answered the call.

After a brief silence, he replied calmly without even looking up:

"Don't worry, father. There is no chance that there will be any problems with the contestants. I know that neither the Supervisory Council nor Casimir can afford this risk, and we certainly can't afford it either."

"Charne...didn't notice my movements. Of course, I will be careful."

"Well, the infected have already accepted it. Of course they won't leave any traces."

"I understand that of course it could only be an [accident]."

McGee hung up the phone, and when he looked up again, Charne was standing there in a daze.

Yes, it is impossible for the contestants to be harmed. Casimir doesn’t have the courage to do so, and neither does the “reporter”.

It is impossible to tamper with the competition venue, and that is not something that reporters can manipulate. The Tianma Arena, which was jointly built by the Supervisory Committee and the Chamber of Commerce, is heavily guarded. How could a businessman who doesn't even have proper weapons sneak in?

But putting all that aside, at the end of the day, this game is taking place on this moving city called Cavalleriacchi.

"He wants to do something to the city?"

Charney's question remained unanswered.

McGee had rolled up the car window. This helpless and somewhat cowardly spokesperson had done his best.

Under the cool moonlight of the double moons, he turned on the headlights, started the car again, and drove off the road.

Chapter 446 Now, let’s get started!

Casimir, Grand Knight Leader Kavaleriaki, Pegasus Arena.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous.

Jayston's heart was beating fast now.

A year ago, how could he have imagined that he would be qualified to stand on the final stage of the highest-level sports competition in this land and show his talents and martial arts to the Terran leaders whom he could only see on TV in the past?

At that time, he was just a nobody. If you put him in the outside world, you can't say that his reputation is well-known, at least it can be said that there is no such person. He is like a speck of dust, floating back and forth between the tall buildings in Columbia, even if he lands on someone's shoulders, he will not bring any weight.

But what about now?

Even in the locker room, Jeston could vaguely hear the cheers of the audience outside the stadium. "Jeston, Jeston!" It was deafening and fascinating!

For a moment, Jeston even felt a little dazed, as if the name no longer belonged to him, but to someone more noble, more powerful, and closer to a "myth".

Ernst generally referred to this situation as "being elated".

There are some people in this world who regard money as dirt, some people who do not care about false fame, and some people are true hermits who possess important weapons but want to retire to the mountains and enjoy the carefree feeling of "watching the tides rise and fall, and the clouds roll and unfold".

But Jeston is obviously not such a person. He loves fame and money, has a small mind, is fawning to his superiors, and is a little arrogant to his subordinates. His character flaws can be said to be very obvious.

But fortunately, Ernst is tolerant.

If you want fame, Ernst can give it to you. If you want profit, Ernst can share it with you. It doesn't matter if you are narrow-minded, as long as you are obedient. It doesn't matter if you flatter the superiors and bully the subordinates. Anyway, Ernst will not let you come into contact with the lower class.

His utilitarian values ​​are very effective in pleasing upright people like Brother Xiong.

To some extent, their cooperation illustrates the truths of "God has endowed me with talents for a purpose" and "There are many good horses, but few good horse trainers".

Therefore, after advancing to the finals, facing the huge investments made by large Colombian companies like Beach Umbrella and the poaching of high-ranking officials and generous salaries from the Bolivarian United Government, Jason's attitude was very firm!

"There is no two suns in the sky. In my heart, there is only one sun, Ernst Shivaash!"

"If loyalty is not absolute, then it is absolutely disloyal! And I, Jeston, am absolutely loyal!"

So, at this moment, facing Ernst who came to console and cheer him up before the game, he wanted to slide down on his knees:

"I will still give it my all today and I promise to lose beautifully. Please rest assured, Lord Ernst!"

"No no no,"

Ernst waved his hand.

"I came here this time to remind you that you just need to give it your all and don't try to fake a match or anything like that."

He straightened his expression and said seriously:

"After all, this is the final of the first Terra Universal Games. From today on, for hundreds and thousands of years to come, if this event can continue to be held, then this stage will be the highest hall of honor that countless athletes will pursue in the future!"

"For many athletes, the opportunity to step onto this stage may only come once in a lifetime. I don't want them to suddenly find out one day that the final they have been pursuing all their lives was tainted from the beginning."

"I don't want them to regret it, feel ashamed, or wake up suddenly one night and pound their beds and curse me as the organizer. Of course, you are one of them. Jeston, I don't want you to regret it either."

“So, give it your all!”

"You can't beat Maenna though."

Ernst muttered the last sentence to himself.

Although this is true, it would be too hurtful to Jason if he said it directly.

Great God Yelagund taught us to be merciful. You are already the weakest combat unit in another world line. None of the crickets will choose you. At least in my case, I will not attack you.

Okamon!

Although Ernst was complaining in his heart, Jason's eyes were already filled with tears.

Not only him, but even Xinteleya who was accompanying him, and Viviana who secretly changed into a hood and mask, were in tears at this moment.

That's very well said. It's so cool! Lord Ernst, you are worthy of it!

Jeston was deeply moved by Ernst's teachings. He was a man who loved fame very much. When he heard Ernst say, "You will become a role model for thousands of future generations and the destination of countless people's life-long struggle," Jeston felt his brain trembling!

Where the sea ends, the sky becomes the shore; where the mountain reaches the top, I am the peak. Isn't this the ultimate realm of the word "fame"?

Excited, moved and grateful!

I can repay my parents’ kindness, but I cannot repay Lord Ernst’s kindness enough!

Loyal! Sincerity!

And Xinteleya was more relieved.

To be honest, after following Ernst for so long, she rarely heard Ernst say such "cool" words.

Fortunately, Jeston is a man. To be honest, if Xinteleya was standing in Jeston's position and heard Ernst say such words to her, she would probably... on the spot...

Never mind, just jump up first!

What about Vina, what about Lola, what about the human-shaped stove, what about the cute kitten student, where are they now? Why can't I see any of them?

Ernst looks so frail, how can he be a match for my former competitive knight Sintela!

Beat him hard until he kneeled down and gnashed his teeth!

As Xintelaiya thought about it, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth uncontrollably. Just by looking at that smile, one could understand Xintelaiya's thoughts at the moment, as if a cartoon-like bubble had popped up above her head, with all kinds of fun games being played out in it.

It's fantasy time!

Naturally, whether it was Xintlia or Jeston, their smiles were of course noticed by Viviana who was the last one to come.

Viviana was also very moved.

It's romantic, isn't it?

Just like what the princess said in the poem or fairy tale when she was bidding farewell to the warrior who was going to fight against the devil, to cheer him up!

Although the gender seems a little wrong, if it were me in Jeston's place, it would be perfect!

What, shouldn't Viviana be a princess?

Of course Viviana is a knight, the Candle Knight, officially certified by the Casimir Knight Association, with a single-word title, a knight of extremely high value!

Well, I have decided that if I have the chance, I must ask Ernst to say something like this to me, and then record it in the poem I am going to write.

Viviana Droste is a knight, a pet...ahem, and a poet. After reading countless poems, she also wants to create a hymn of her own!

"I promise you, Lord Ernst, I will do my best!"

Jeston promised solemnly, his fighting spirit almost overflowing from his words.

But he still had some concerns:

"But what about your agreement with Mr. Charney?"

"It's okay, I believe you." Ernst said.

Jeston nodded in understanding.

Lord Ernst believes in me, so he must mean that he doesn't want me to have any regrets!

But he wanted to say, it’s okay!