People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"The differences and contradictions between the Sarkaz are difficult to reconcile. The mercenaries who are used to war and shaped by war find it difficult to lay down their weapons and return to the countryside. Kazdel, which was almost completely destroyed by the civil war, is unable to support such a large army and the people whose radical emotions have been mobilized."

"If nothing is done, this civil war will not be the end of everything. It will not even be the beginning of the end. It will only be the end of the beginning."

Kazdel is not Victoria. Even if the domestic conflicts are intense, she can divert the public's attention by expelling two Ursus "spy" diplomats. Kazdel only has a knife and a sword in his hand, so he can only use the knife and the sword to release these emotions that have been accumulated for thousands of years.

"Establish an enemy, and then let the Sarkaz destroy it. This is the only way for the Sarkaz to truly become a nation and truly unite!"

After a meeting of the Kazdel Military Council, Tracys made this secret report after all members of the Royal Court had left.

The day after the meeting, Tresis, under the banner of "Sarkaz Mercenaries", had already started to contact the Victorians. His purpose was simple: to ease the separatism among the tribes and courts of the Sarkaz, to build the national identity of the Sarkaz, to awaken the pride of the Sarkaz, and to "regain the living space and the right to live" that belonged to the Sarkaz!

It was no coincidence that he picked Victoria.

Because Victoria in 1093 was also rotten to the core.

The persecution of Tara did not end after King Aslan was pushed to the gallows. On the contrary, the nobles demonstrated Victoria's great virtues with their practical actions. In the past, in order to eliminate the living soil and supporters of the Drake royal family, the Aslan royal family would adopt a policy of conscription and appeasement in Tara, but the nobles did not have the time for that.

Anyway, Draco and Aslan are all dead, and Victoria is now ruled by us local emperors! Based on the principle of using it to the death, the lives of the Tara people have fallen to the point where they are not much better than those of the infected.

Coexisting with the escalating oppression, exploitation and even systematic genocide of the lower classes was the plan of the Victorian upper class, led by the Duke of Castor, to unite with the other apartments to suppress the Duke of Wellington, who had unparalleled prestige after the Four Kingdoms War.

The implementation of this plan made the Duke of Wellington, the Grand Duke known as the "Death Knell of the Empire", seem to have disappeared from the political stage of Terra for decades.

But everyone knows, will the Grand Duke, who defeated the Gaul Emperor head-on, just admit defeat so honestly?

"We all clearly know and accurately recognize this fact."

"What Victoria did to Tara was an absolute atrocity. This atrocity did not begin with the accession of a certain king of Victoria, nor will it end with the death of a certain king of Victoria. It is the discrimination and violence that is unconditionally, systematically, and engraved in the blood of the country of Victoria and all the individuals who claim to be citizens of this country."

"If anyone doubts this, I can cite countless examples."

Glancing at the people sitting at the conference table, Draco, burning with purple flames, enumerated the countless sins in his high-pitched voice:

"They refuse to pass laws for Tara, or they suspend them from execution, and once they are suspended, they are always suspended."

“They call together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and remote from the depository of their archives, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.”

"They have repeatedly dissolved our lawful parliaments, or instigated civil unrest among us, using our wives and children to threaten the heroes among us to servilely bow down to them, just to maintain their totalitarian rule."

"At every stage of these oppressions we, the people of Tara, have petitioned for amelioration in the most humble terms; but repeated petitions have been answered with repeated injuries. A nation, a people, whose character is marked by such cruelties, when they inflict upon those who should be their fellow-citizens, without any sense of moral guilt, and without any legal prosecution, tortures which no tyrant would inflict, they and their government are unfit to be the rulers of the people of Tara.

"It's not that I haven't paid attention to our Victorian brothers and sisters. I often remind them that when their government commits atrocities against the people of Tara, you can't turn a blind eye to it just because they haven't committed atrocities against you, because that is bound to happen in the future."

"I also appealed to their innate sense of justice and responsibility, asking them to reject these acts of plunder, as Tara and Victoria have been of the same blood for thousands of years, so as not to affect their relationship and exchanges. But they turned a deaf ear to this just appeal based on justice and blood relationship."

"So, I have to do this - we will cut each other and treat them as we would any stranger - enemies in war, friends in peace!"

The proud Draco looked down at the silent conference table. The Duke's Palace in Wellington had never been as quiet as it was today, but all this was just the prelude to a storm.

"Deep Pond will stand by our actions and prove to all of Tara that we are not like the impostors of Victoria who pay lip service to our fellow citizens and ask them to sacrifice their lives for a greater cause. We will always place ourselves on the front lines of Chaos and Glory to defend Tara's birthright!"

"In the name of my bloodline, King Drak Gale, the king of the Tara people, Abrana!"

He declared.

The quiet hall seemed empty. The officers loyal to the Duke of Wellington said nothing, their muscles tense as they stared at the old but strong figure standing behind Abrana.

The old man, whose medal almost covered half of his torso, opened his eyes and made his choice.He raised his hand.

"Crack, snap, snap."

Applause rang out, applause representing Wellington's will, and the conference room was suddenly plunged into a sea of ​​applause.

A gaping crack appeared on the left side of the goblet representing Victoria. On the right side, the Duke of Windermere was crowned.

Ampherise Windermere is seeing her husband off.

"When you get to Londinium, remember to ask Duke of Castor to give me his regards."

She said with a smile, but there was a hint of murderous intent in her tone.

Kent nodded: "Don't worry, I will."

Although the fact that the Duke of Caster sent someone to assassinate him was not suitable to be brought up publicly at the meeting, it was an account that had to be settled.

Not to mention, I don’t know what the old woman was crazy about, she actually dared to write such an “elegantly worded” letter to Amphilise.

Okay, since you want to sign, let's do the sign!I can beat you to your knees without Amfelis taking action!

He paused, changed the subject, and asked expectantly, "Is this all you want to say to me on my first visit on behalf of the Duke of Windermere?"

Amphillis Windermere's face, which was feared by her subordinates, revealed the tenderness and shyness of a wife. She whispered:

"When you come back, I'll go with you to Kjerag to pick up Daphne. Then we can rest together in Kjerag for a while, how about that?"

"Of course, my Lord. But is there any closer encouragement? For example, give me a kiss?" Kent said in his usual straight-talking style.

Ampherice Windermere blushed, but perhaps this behavior was too different from her usual actions, she hesitated for a while and finally did not agree.

"We'll talk about it when you get back. This kind of thing should be a reward."

"I'll be looking forward to it, Amphillis," Kent smiled.

"Mr. Kent, the car is ready," the driver at the entrance of the manor called loudly.

Kent nodded to Amphillis, took a last look at the flowers and trees of Liencarden, and got into the fateful black limousine at the door.

Chapter 71 begins with the first sprout of life underwater...

Dayan, Longmen, Longmen Governor's Office.

Wei Na once again arrived at Wei Yanwu Governor's Mansion early to complete the last task assigned to her by Ernst.

"Governor Wei Yanwu, this is my last request."

Vina, who was already a little embarrassed, scratched her head and said.

Obviously, although she has pure Victoria royal blood, Wei Na has obviously not yet stimulated the power contained in the blood, flexible moral bottom line and sustainable fishing, these two innate skills, she has not yet learned.

She had been trying to take advantage of Wei Yanwu for so many days that she had almost plucked all his whiskers bald. Seeing Governor Wei's increasingly haggard face and slightly bald head from serving her... no, entertaining foreign guests, her pure heart still felt a little ashamed.

"What's the matter, Miss Vina? Just tell me!"

Wei Yanwu waved his hand, as if saying, "There is nothing I can't do."

Although he still hadn't figured out what Vina's so-called plan was, Wei Yanwu was still very satisfied with his strict defense. In the past few days, he asked the Rat King to come forward, asked the old sick tiger to pay the bill, and asked a group of old brothers who were scattered all over the sky to help, and blocked all of Vina's requests.

You know what, these little things that seemed not difficult to Wei Yanwu on weekdays, after he really had to beg everyone to do them himself, Wei Yanwu suddenly realized that it was really not easy to live at the bottom of society.

Let’s not talk about anything else, let’s just talk about opening a Kjerag’s premium account in the Longmen Chamber of Commerce.

Originally, this matter was not difficult.With the head of the Shihuaiya Group as a guarantee, and the governor of Longmen Wei Yanwu personally coming forward, even if Wei Na is not willing to pay a penny, it is not difficult to get a high-profile account for free.

This is indeed the case, because it only took more than an hour from the official start to the completion of the process.

But the problem is the waiting time!

Wei Yanwu, the Governor of Longmen, did not want to disrupt the normal order of business, so he pretended to accompany Vina to the Longmen Chamber of Commerce. As a result, he waited in the hall for three hours!

I waited until the damn Chamber of Commerce Bank closed!

If Wei Yanwu hadn't revealed his true identity at the end and kicked out the bank manager who was trying to pass the buck to him and told him to "come back early tomorrow", he might have returned empty-handed today!

Damn it, is there any law left?

Wei Yanwu didn’t even dare to think about how much trouble it would be if ordinary people came here to do something!

Putting aside the facts, which of those "ordinary people" who can come to Longmen Chamber of Commerce to handle formalities is not rich or noble? With this efficiency, how many interested investors will Longmen drive away?

This is all free money!

my money!

No wonder the unemployment rate in Longmen has been rising in the past two years, and the GDP growth rate is also slowing down. After a long time, you guys, the tax thieves and the treasury worms, appeared.

Wei Yanwu was so angry that he fired the bank president named Yan Maoqing the next day and asked him to go back and guard his ancestral graves. He would come back when there was smoke.

What this means is that you don’t have to come back.Of course, there are also some ruthless people who dare to dig a big one into their ancestral graves, bury it in two kicks and perform physical smoke.

Wei Yanwu also respected him as a man.

All in all, after going through so much, even losing a bank president, Wei Yanwu felt that there was nothing Vina could do to make things difficult for him.

Aslan and Victoria just want to find trouble, but they can't find an excuse!

"It's not a big deal," Vina said. "Our Prime Minister wrote a novel and wants to publish it. But Kjerag doesn't have the conditions to publish it, so please help me contact a publishing house and have the novel published in Longmen."

"Novel?" Wei Yanwu was stunned for a moment, recalled it, and confirmed, ""The Chronicles of the Kingdoms of Esth"?"

Vina nodded. "Yes. This is the masterpiece written by our Prime Minister Kjerag. It is also his debut work. I have read it these days. It is really special and interesting! Hmm........."

She paused, seeming to be thinking about a more reasonable expression. After a moment, she said seriously:

“It’s as if he wasn’t constructing it, but actually experiencing that strange yet real world firsthand!”

"Well......"

Wei Yanwu pursed his lips.

This matter is not difficult to say, but it is not easy to say simple.

Wen Yue had indeed informed him in advance that the main purpose of Kjerag's foreign minister's visit to Longmen was to recommend a book to their prime minister. And judging from her appearance, she seemed to like the book very much.

But Wei Yanwu really didn't go there.

He would stay up all night every day just analyzing Vina's motives and judging the truth of the intelligence. Vina would visit him early in the morning every day, so he had no energy to read a science fiction novel.

But now it seems that perhaps the novel is the key?

Wei Yanwu pondered for a moment and said, "Of course you can. But Miss Vina, you also know that although Longmen encourages creative freedom, Dayan still has laws. Don't say anything that is not conducive to unity. Therefore, your Prime Minister's book still needs to be properly reviewed before it can be published. Do you understand?"

"Of course." Wei Na nodded matter-of-factly, showing no surprise at all.

Wei Yanwu said, "Okay, then give me the manuscript first. I will arrange for someone to submit it for review when I go to work this afternoon."

Vina cooperated very well and opened her backpack. She took out a document sealed in a file bag and handed it to Wei Yanwu. Wei Yanwu was stunned and asked quickly:

"Do you have a USB drive?"

"Sorry," Vina said with an apologetic smile, "We Kjerag are more traditional."

From tradition to feudalism, everything is more or less advanced; even Confucius would be praised for being "in conformity with Zhou rites."

Wei Yanwu could only accept the thick and heavy manuscript and said to Vina affirmatively:

"give it to me."

..........

Longmen Governor's Office, Wei Yanwu's office.

Wei Yanwu couldn't wait to sit in the office chair, open the file bag, take out the manuscript, put it on the table, and picked up the first page.

"Let me see what secrets are hidden in this 'novel' that can only be recorded on paper to prevent me from copying the data on the USB drive."

He looked to the beginning of the page and read a reminder left by Ernst.

[For the best reading experience, Yan people please start reading from the [Ancient Civilizations - China] page after reading the basic worldview of this book. ]

Ancient civilization, China?

Wei Yanwu smiled, it was quite interesting.If nothing else happens, this China should be a country based on Dayan, right?

It is common sense that science fiction writers always use real things as examples for imitation. After all, people cannot imagine things beyond the scope of their knowledge.

However, since there are countries based on Da Yan, there should also be countries based on other countries, right?

Wei Yanwu glanced at the ancient civilizations mentioned by Ernst and found that there were as many as four countries in it.

"There are three countries that can be ranked alongside Da Yan. Are they based on Victoria, Ursus, and Leitania?"

"No, generally speaking, the author will brag about his own country in the book, so there should be a country based on Kjerag."

Thinking he had grasped Ernst's psychology, Wei Yanwu turned his gaze back to the first page in his hand.

He did not have any rebellious mentality. Since Ernst had given him a special hint, he followed his intention and started reading.

After reading the few meaningful lines of [Introduction], Wei Yanwu's eyes focused on the first paragraph of the main text.