People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"That's why the plan to dispel the darkness is so desirable, and the process of protecting this beauty is so painful."

“But I want to tell you that it’s not difficult.”

In front of everyone, Ernst raised his terminal and turned on his flashlight.

A soft light suddenly lit up, shining on Ernst's face and illuminating Ernst's body.

What a faint light this is? When it lit up in the venue, people were still immersed in the rising sun of [Ling Guang] released by Maenna just now. In comparison, the faint light emitted by Ernst's private terminal seemed insignificant. After all, its limit was that it could only illuminate itself and the small space outside itself.

But that's enough.

There was no sign of discouragement on Ernst's face.

Because he has shown everyone how to dispel the darkness around them.

A bright light came on, followed by a second, a third...

The capacity is in the tens of thousands. In the largest Knight Arena in Casimir, at the most watched sporting event, tens of thousands of people raised their terminals and turned on their flashlights one after another.

They shine the light on themselves, they shine the light on others, and they harvest each other's light. The suffocating darkness and loneliness of the Four Cities Meltdown are so easily broken at this moment.

Just a tiny beam of flashlight shining at each other connected the two isolated islands in the ocean of modern society.

This was Ernst's purpose.

"Casimir's light was not given by a hero."

"Knights come from the army, they are also you, merchants come from the market, they are also you. You are the foundation of everything, you are the source of power for all things."

"This, my dear compatriots, is how the darkness is dispelled."

Ernst paused and made a final statement:

"As long as you raise the 'torch' in your hands, the entire Casimir will be lit up for you!"

"Its daybreak!"

The next second, the darkness around Ernst receded like a tide.

Ernst turned around and praised subconsciously:

"Good job, Viviana."

But the dynamic music of "Grand Knight Leader" that suddenly rang in his ears interrupted his voice.

"It wasn't me, Mr. Ernst."

She raised her head, looking at the sky that was once again lit up by neon lights, looking at the large screens that were lit up again, projecting the faces of the players at the center of the stage and the game, and looking at Ernst, who was looking surprised, as if he really had not expected it. Viviana's expression seemed to be melting with happiness.

She had never seen such a romantic scene.

Its daybreak.

"Yes, it's dawn."

PS: Another 5,000 words. It’s really light outside when I finish writing here. Writing 10,000 words a day is indeed a big challenge for the author, but fortunately, the sufficient amount of words ensures that I can write what I want, and the readers can read it in one go. The Casimir chapter is now officially coming to an end. This plot is relatively the longest one I have written, and I have tried many new writing methods. The final big scene is also a scene that I have been constantly conceiving and perfecting since I started to draft the outline of the Casimir chapter. I hope you will be satisfied.

After the finale, it will be time to return to Kjerag and reorganize the royal court! Stay tuned!

Chapter 451: Terra International Human Rights Council is established!

What is the most expensive thing in Casimir today?

A few days ago, some might have said that it was a seat in the Chamber of Commerce, a chance to dine with the Candle Knights, or the appointment as Grand Knight-General of the Supervisory Council.

The person who proposed these answers never thought that one day, all the "most expensive things in Casimir" he listed would be successfully speed-run by one person in one night. In fact, no one who knew the whole story would think that there was anything wrong with this special treatment, as if it was just natural and that he deserved such a reward for his contribution!

You deserve this reward for your achievements in several battles!

Matching this is the change in the top spot on the list of Casimir's most expensive items today.

A small ticket stub, whose owner used to brag about his experience to everyone he met after that night:

"I bought a ticket to the International Games finals. I listened to Ernst Shivaash's speech. Look, my ticket stub is still here! I have to frame it and pass it on! When my descendants' generation is no longer doing well, this will be their capital for a comeback!"

Indeed, Ernst, as the protagonist of the speech, was somewhat amused and confused by the act of collecting his tickets as antiques. This was certainly not his intention. If you had told me earlier that a ticket stub of mine could be sold at a sky-high price in an auction house, I would have become an official scalper long ago, doing nothing every day but printing tickets.

It wouldn't be long before Kjerag would be rich and prosperous.

He had to admit that he was still far behind the merchants in Casimir in terms of searching for business opportunities. But to some extent, the huge sales of a ticket stub also demonstrated his current influence.

The Supervisory Commission and the Chamber of Commerce have already given in.

The accident, which was sealed in the official top-secret archives and named the "Four Cities Meltdown", lasted a total of 25 minutes and brought direct economic losses to Casimir of 1 billion marks. This number was already very conservative. In order to make the leaders who received the report feel better and not to "huff" on the spot, and to protect their hard-earned jobs, the statisticians deliberately listed the direct losses, indirect losses, subsequent impacts, public opinion calming costs, etc. separately. A total of more than a dozen reports were listed, and the direct losses with the largest amount were placed at the top. This barely made the leaders who received the report feel that the losses were gradually decreasing, and thus produced a bit of self-deception-like comfort in their hearts.

In fact, there is no doubt that after removing the miracle of the sudden appearance of the god of statistics, the real number will be higher, much higher!

But no one, whether it was the Grand Knight of the Supervisory Council who was so exhausted from losing money or the director of the Business Federation who had to take the bus to work, raised any objection to this number. Instead, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, showing unreasonable tolerance and relief, because they knew very well that this number would have been even more unacceptable.

It was Ernst who helped them stop the loss in time!

He gave a speech at the Tianma Arena, which he named "I Have a Dream" and many Casimirians called it "The Bright Speech". It did ensure the order of the elite class of Casimir and foreign dignitaries gathered at the Tianma Arena. Some people believed his statement that the [Four Cities Meltdown] was a "gift from Casimir to him and the World Games to highlight the theme", and some did not. But no matter whether they believed it or not, just tell me, did it work? !

And Russell's decision when the switch was restarted further deepened the credibility of this statement.

No audience will forget that scene. When Ernst said "it's dawn", the entire Grand Knight Territory "opened its eyes". Its dazzling neon lights illuminated the sky. The bright spotlights, accompanied by the passionate theme music of "Grand Knight Territory" that resounded throughout the stadium, shone on Ernst, making him the only protagonist on the stage!

This certainly cannot be a coincidence, but in terms of external explanation, whether it was "prepared from the beginning, a performance to match Ernst's speech" or "Russell's impromptu decision to cover up the truth", at least, these secrets will not be known until Casimir officially declassifies this part of the archives.

As a recognition and reward for Ernst's outstanding contribution, the Chamber of Commerce gave his own remuneration.

They have provided a large amount of investment in Kjerag's infrastructure, medical care, tourism and other fields. Several well-known companies in Casimir will also open branches in Kjerag in the near future. In order to show sincerity, most of the staff of these branches will be recruited and trained in Kjerag. The entire process will be paid for by the companies themselves. Only the positions of branch directors will be arranged to be filled by personnel from the Casimir headquarters, adding a little bit of Casimir elements to let you know that this company is still a foreign-funded enterprise.

Because the [Four Cities Circuit Breaker] incident cannot be made public directly, these rewards will naturally be packaged as normal business investments and implemented in batches over the next four years - this is also a helpless move. The losses suffered by the Business Federation this time are too great, and it will take time to recover. After all, they are still businessmen, and they can't just donate all their savings like Corsica I of Gaul did when he helped Colombia gain independence, right?

You still have to make some money.

In fact, even if there was no accident, the Chamber of Commerce had already planned to invest in Kjerag. Businessmen have a keen sense of smell. They can certainly see the potential of Kjerag. A country located at the junction of Victoria, Casimir and Colombia is equivalent to a bottleneck of international trade. As long as it is willing to open up and solve the problems of transportation and logistics, the future development of this place will certainly be limitless. However, in that case, the Chamber of Commerce probably would not offer such generous conditions, but would take over some of the ideas of the "reporters" and run Kjerag as a commercial colony of Casimir.

But now.

The Chamber of Commerce would not have such an idea unless they wanted to see Ernst reveal the Four Cities Meltdown in his memoirs.

Cooperation is a better solution.

Compared with the generosity of the Chamber of Commerce, the Supervisory Association seems a little stingy.

They gave Ernst an honorary knighthood.

There were no fiefs or servants. Those traditional knightly nobles had long been swept into the garbage heap of history in today's Casimir. The title of Lord Ernst was only a title that provided him with many privileges, such as receiving invitations to dinners hosted by the Supervisory Council, being called "Lord Ernst", and being able to cross the threshold of "Casimirians" as a nobleman and make suggestions or cast a vote in legislative votes of the Supervisory Council and the National Council if he wished. In general, it was a useless honorary title.

Well, of course. This title naturally does not require Ernst to register a "Long Knight" in Casimir to maintain it, and the Knights' Association naturally does not have the courage to deprive it of it.

Pretty stingy, right?

Because the Supervisory Council really couldn't offer anything. In terms of money, they certainly couldn't compete with the Business Federation. In terms of fame, the title they gave to Ernst was already a historical precedent. Besides that, what else could the Supervisory Council give?

When Russell asked Ernst this question, Ernst replied:

"Give me an attitude."

This is the only thing the Supervisory Commission can offer.

As the legitimate government of Casimir, the Supervisory Council's greatest advantage over the Chamber of Commerce is that it can make decisions that represent Casimir's official attitude.

While the social discussion and enthusiasm brought about by "I Have a Dream" has not yet dissipated, Ernst struck while the iron is hot and launched Hemer and the Terra International Human Rights Council.

This certainly brought back some bad memories for some people.

For example, the Duke of Castor. Her plan in Londinium almost failed because of Ernst's "humanitarian speech" at the Duke of Wellington.

Therefore, including her, most of the representatives from various countries who came to participate in this International Games chose to wait and see when faced with this proposal.

At this time, according to Ernst's request, the Casimir Supervisory Council became the leader.

"Casimir will support this proposal. If the nations of Earth are so indifferent to their people, then Casimir is willing to be the maverick nation."

"Casimir, join the Terran International Human Rights Council."

In his previous life, Ernst had heard a famous saying: People are like a flock of pigeons. If one of them flies left, the rest will follow. The first bird to stand out may end up being shot to death, but after the first bird, thousands of birds will fly along this route.

The Supervisory Council undoubtedly put the matter to rest here. Casimir joined the Terra International Human Rights Council. Casimir does not ignore any of his people, so what about you?

Do you follow Casimir, or do you hope that Casimir will become the "maverick" country, so as to prove that you are all so inhuman?

Facts have proved that the vast majority of people still have some dignity.

We often say that the leaders of Terra are a group of anthropomorphic creatures, but the difference between being anthropomorphic and being completely inhuman lies in the fact that they still have to "anthropomorphize" and pretend.

Everyone wants to join the World Summit. If no one takes the lead in responding to the proposal of the Human Rights Council, then everyone can just think that less is better and stay calm. But once one country chooses to respond, the rest will have to make a choice.

Not to mention that the one who responded was Casimir, a country that is not small and (once) capable of competing for the status of one of the five major members of the Security Council.

Ernst and Hemer watched the delegates look at each other in bewilderment. A few who could directly represent their respective countries chose to follow suit, while others were still hesitant.

Until the Duke of Caister also took action.

She smiled at Ernst and raised her hand.

The representatives of various countries then breathed a sigh of relief and promised that they would report the matter to their leaders after returning home, and there was a great possibility that it would be passed.

Exciting news!

When Ernst put the medal of "Chairman of Terra International Human Rights Council" made by Tojeston on Hemer's chest - a medal with three arms clasped alternately, symbolizing unity and mutual assistance, he could feel the violently beating heart of this conscientious Ms. Liberi in her chest, and he could also see her eyes filled with excited tears behind the thick lenses.

"Congratulations! We will be colleagues in the future. Please give me your guidance."

"Well, Mr. Ernst, I have a gift for you too!"

Hemer said this and took out a simple necklace from his dark green sweater.

The necklace is strung together with ordinary black silk thread, and the pendant is a small, encapsulated brown feather.

Researcher Liberi, who is not good at expressing herself, placed her feelings in the feathers presented to her. It was a recognition of Ernst, her expectation for the Terra International Human Rights Council, her hope for the future, and her sincerity.

Ernst was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand, and wanted to take the feather, but saw Hemer took a half step back, then raised his hand and hung the feather necklace around Ernst's neck.

"Thanks,"

She said softly, revealing a calm, satisfied smile.

"Please take care of me in the future, Mr. Ernst!"

Chapter 452 Tin Man: You are the only one called "reporter"?

Columbia, Marc Max, District of Columbia.

The meltdown in four cities has ended, and the infected people who participated in the invasion of the Chamber of Commerce were ultimately unable to walk out of the basement of the building. This is good news for the "reporters".

To him, those infected were a much greater threat if they were alive than if they were dead.

As long as people are alive, they can speak, they can say things that they shouldn't say, and they can slander people who shouldn't be slandered. As a "reporter" who is somewhat spiritual in Colombia, he looks down on Casimir, the inefficient Chamber of Commerce, and the corrupt and decadent Supervisory Board, but the only thing he cannot look down on is their interrogation methods, and he cannot think too highly of the ethics of the infected.

It would be better to expect them to keep the secret than to expect Casimir to overtake Columbia tomorrow, but how is that possible?

In this great country, there are no nobles, no knights, no colleagues who trip each other up, and no officials who boss you around. Everyone is a small part of this huge machine, following the guidance of the great central brain, the all-knowing and all-powerful President of Columbia, Mark Max. Mark Max never makes mistakes, so they can keep moving forward, forward! Until they reach the peak!

Oh, this is the great Colombia, the only place on this earth where he can truly achieve his dreams and career!

Phew, I've gone a little off topic. I was impressed by the greatness of Colombia.

However, doesn’t this also prove the gap between Colombia and Casimir?

Those infected people were doomed to die, but they should not have died outside the building, but should have died quietly in the wilderness, on their way to the post station to find what he called "the balance left there." He didn't know why the Business Federation and the Supervisory Council had noticed his arrangement so quickly, but he felt that it might be related to the Kjerag who was too active in Casimir.

Whatever the truth is, the fact is that after the infected were allowed to leave under the deal with the Chamber of Commerce, he had to initiate his infiltration into the Supervisory Council.

The infiltration was indeed effective. It was just an "angry" attack launched by a Knight of the Guardian Order when the infected left, which led to a chaotic battle.

Well... the word "chaotic battle" is somewhat inaccurate. In fact, to deal with those exhausted infected people who still dared to resist, the Knights of the Supervisory Society, who already disliked them, simply carried out a simple "annihilation".

Just like they had previously wiped out the city’s gangs and roaming infected criminals.

The final result, naturally, was that none of the infected people survived.

This level of infiltration is not too much, but it is not too little either. As an ambitious person, the "reporter" has many similar backup plans, not only in the Supervisory Committee, but also in the Chamber of Commerce, among the civilians and the knights fighting on the border.

But he never succeeded in achieving such a penetration in Colombia.

The government of the District of Columbia is... airtight. The "reporter" doesn't like to use such words to describe it, but so far, he has indeed not succeeded in pulling even a thread in the District of Columbia government, let alone building a tight network of relationships to protect it.

But he was not discouraged by this. As a "Run person", he knew how to comfort himself.

"Such integrity is the difference between Colombia and Casimir! It also proves that I have come to the right place."