People in Terra, governing a weird little country

The veins on Enthiotis' forehead almost popped out.

He could guess what Enya was observing just now. She was observing her own state and confirming what Ernst had just said to her.

But Enthiotis had nothing to refute, he did lose.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Enthiotis took the knife that had been prepared in advance from Jiaofeng, walked forward, bent down, and presented it to Enya.

"I made weapons out of the metal and presented them to Yelagund, praying for peace in the coming year."

"The current head of the Shivaash family, Enciodis Shivaash, pays his highest respects to Yelagund."

He said in a deep voice that piety might not be genuine, but at least it looked very pious.

Enya reached out, picked up the knife without touching Enthiotis, turned around, and placed it in front of the sacred stone.

"Your prayers have reached Yelagund."

Yelagund's voice sounded again, but he did not stop immediately. Instead, he added meaningfully:

"Thank you for bringing me many believers from Victoria."

Enthiotis's bent body shook violently, and his silver-gray eyes looking at the ground widened to the limit.

The unaware citizens of Shivaash were still cheering for their lord, because Enthiodis was the only one who had received "thanks" from Yelagund.

But only Enthiotis and a very few others could understand the underlying meaning of His words.

Those "Victoria believers" are definitely not referring to the Victorian employees currently at the Karan Trading Headquarters in Tukarim.

He was talking about the "Mountain Snow Ghost" troops.

His reaction speed was much faster than Enchiodis expected! He had already discovered the existence of the Mountain Snow Ghost Army!

Even if Ernst had not used flares to disrupt his plan, even if his plan was implemented smoothly, Latatos and Actos were both accused of being traitors who assassinated the saint, and the Mountain Snow Ghost Army successfully went up the mountain to control the situation, he still could not win.

Because God is watching him.

He could have stopped himself at the beginning, but he didn't. He just let himself act. Even before the outcome was decided, he might have been watching the farce with interest.

He simply left everything to his real opponent, Ernst Shivaash, and let him defeat him without relying on divine power.

Enthiotis believed that Yelagund, as a god, would not be willing to be so humble as to serve as an intelligence dealer for Ernst.

With a long sigh of mixed feelings, Enthiotis slowly stood up, bowed to the Yelagund Sacred Stone, turned around and returned to his team.

The competition was over and he was defeated.

The opponent did not rely on God, which shattered the last reason he could use to comfort himself.

Ernst won completely.

Even if he did not retaliate and make a list afterwards, it would be difficult for Enthiotis to recover in a short period of time and play against Ernst.

Enthiotis withdrew, but Enya did not announce the end of the Holy Hunting Ceremony.

She suddenly looked at Ernst beside her. The two of them exchanged glances, and the holy bell in Enya's hand rang again. The beautiful music and her voice rang together for the fourth time:

"Today, Yelagund gave his heart to the Kjerag government. This heart always beats at the same frequency as the hearts of all the Kjerag people, so He makes the Kjerag government and the Kjerag people always united as one!"

Ernst, the Holy Son of Karan, Prime Minister of the Kjerag Government, and Speaker of the National Assembly, called out with a smile:

"Lola!"

The only person who was not present at yesterday’s emergency meeting, Kjerag’s head of civil engineering and the only doctoral student who had made a name for himself, responded loudly:

"exist!"

The sound came from behind the crowd, from the edge of the square.

The crowd turned their heads at the same time and looked at the Ursus girl.

And Ernst also prayed at this moment:

“I will turn this sincere heart into brilliant fireworks, and release them into the sky of Kjerag, where God has protected Kjerag for tens of millions of years, to share with God the joy of the people of Kjerag at this moment!”

"Lola, light the fire!"

The girl squatted down and turned on the lighter in her hand. The warm flame touched the fuse laid on the ground, and the dazzling firelight immediately rushed down the cliff like a dragon.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The anticipation was comparable to that of a rocket launch. The Kjerag people looked up to the sky in either surprise or anticipation, and the explosions and flames arrived as expected!

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Countless fireworks in the image of Yelagund exploded in the sky, mixed with a small number of fireworks in the image of Enthiotis, and even rarer fireworks in the image of Aktos, Latatos, the Holy Mountain of Kalan, and the image of Manjuyuan...

Although the afternoon sky somewhat affected the visibility and splendor of the fireworks, the Kjerag people, who had never seen such a scene before, still watched it with gusto and cheered!

Even Yaer, who was hiding behind the magic stone, couldn't help but quietly stick her head out and look at the sky lit up by colorful lights. She couldn't help but cover her mouth, feeling the crazy acceleration of the so-called heartbeat of this body.

Ernst guessed right, there is no girl who doesn’t like fireworks!

He even forgot to reply with the customary: "Your prayers have reached Yelagund."

He was intoxicated by it.

"Everyone, now that you've finished enjoying the fireworks, remember that during the holiday, every registered Kjerag family can come to the Kjerag government in Tukarim to receive the Harvest Festival gifts from the government, including the Yelagund Mythology series of window paper-cuts! Da Yan couplets! And limited supply of firecrackers!"

Ernst reminded loudly,

"Firecrackers can only be played by children over 12 years old, and the instruction manual will be included!"

"Long live Ernst!" "Praise Yelagund!" "Long live the government family of Kjerag!"

The crowd surged up one after another, the cheers were endless, and Ernst also felt a long-lost sense of satisfaction.

I have to say, these simple smiles are as heartwarming as the top-grade Originium stove.

While Ernst was busy maintaining order at the scene, Enthiotis was also admiring the fireworks in the sky.

He didn't know when Jiaofeng returned to his side. The rough but delicate man with plump hooves looked up at the sky with a look of relief and expectation.

"Boss, fireworks are so beautiful, why don't we import some of them and sell them in the future?"

"It seems that it can be used for more than just military purposes."

Enchiodis pursed his lips, and a smile of relief finally appeared on his cold and rigid face. He nodded slightly:

"you're right."

"Ernst has provided a business opportunity for our Kalan Trade. Fireworks should be very popular in Kjerag in the future."

...............

At the moment when the Kjerag fireworks were set off, on the wilderness, the Duke of Windermere's messenger finally saw the outline of Liencarden, which he had not seen for a long time.

The mobile city's steel body crawled across the earth, patrolling Victoria's long border.

The messenger couldn't help but speed up.

A mysterious premonition urged him to deliver Ernst's warning to the Duke as soon as possible.

Chapter 90: How low can the moral bottom line be when nobles and parliamentarians come together?

Victoria, Londinium, Cumberland House Rooms.

The grand dukes who overthrew the tyrant gathered in the country's capital to discuss future national policies, plan major national affairs, help each other, convey information to each other, and while restraining each other, they worked together to maintain the glory of Victoria and ultimately push this great country to an even greater position!

Of course, all this is impossible.

The Duke's secret meeting was actually a formality meeting. All the resolutions to be reached at this meeting had already been approved by a small group of several grand dukes.

The Duke of Caster, the Duke of Godottin, the Duke of Wellington, although this statement has inevitable bias and miscalculation, there are still many people who believe that they represent the most powerful forces in Victoria's politics, business, and military.

The upright Duke of Windermere is unpopular among the dukes. Even though Ampherice Windermere's strength is strictly speaking not inferior to the weaker Duke of Godottin in the Triumvirate, and even slightly surpasses him, sometimes character and emotions can decide many things.

The rulers are not the same as the state apparatus. With the joint efforts of countless people, the state apparatus can reach a point where it focuses only on interests and ignores personal emotions, and make the most rational decisions, but the rulers cannot.

The Duke of Castor in the triumvirate knew that if he could win over the Duke of Windermere, who also held the title of "One of the Two Blades of the Empire", he would be much more likely to defeat the Duke of Wellington in this triangle. And according to rational judgment, if the Duke of Windermere was willing to accept the Duke of Castor's advice and establish a good relationship with her instead of stupidly remaining neutral, she would definitely be able to gain more from the huge intelligence network and political interest network operated by Castor.

However, due to their personalities, personal feelings, and various private relationships, they both abandoned the plan of "maximizing benefits" and chose confrontation.

But this is not surprising.

Just like what the artificial intelligence in Ernst's previous life's popular science fiction movie sighed: "It is indeed a luxury to expect humans to remain rational forever."

If all the Grand Dukes could look to the long-term interests, the words we opened with to describe Kent Windermere's beautiful expectations for the Duke's secret meeting might not be just empty talk.

A week had passed since Kent Windermere arrived in Londinium.

The first wave of messengers he sent back to the Dukedom of Windermere should have reached Amphillis and told the Duke of Windermere, who knew nothing about it, the true nature of the secret meeting.

"What was the topic we discussed yesterday?"

Standing in front of a full-length mirror at the Duke of Cumberland's mansion where he was staying, Kent Windermere stared at his somewhat listless self in the mirror, frowned, and tightened his tie a little, forcing himself to look more energetic.

Although this would make his already depressed heart feel physically suffocated.

The adjutant beside him immediately replied:

"Mr. Kent, this is a motion to restrict Victorian news media and publishers from broadcasting and publishing content related to King Victoria. This motion has been passed unanimously."

Do I agree?

Kent felt a sharp pain in his temple, forcing him to squint.

It was passed unanimously, so I should agree.

During the time he came to Londinium, he hardly had a single day of good sleep. The proposals discussed by the dukes were more radical than each other. Those taboo red lines seemed to have become red carpets for catwalks in their eyes. If they didn't step on them twice a day, they would feel like they had lost billions!

From convicting and trying those royalist nobles who had been imprisoned for a long time for "less serious crimes", to restricting the rights of the Londinium City Council, cutting the budget of the city defense army, and now directly and completely restricting any discussion of royal topics.

What do they want to do?

Kent was mentally exhausted and could not think deeply about the real purpose of the Grand Dukes' actions. He could only sigh, take the hat handed to him by the servant, put it on his head, and picked up his cane:

"Let's go to today's meeting."

"Sir." The servant suddenly called out to Kent who was about to leave. Kent turned his head in confusion and met the worried expression of the adjutant.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

The adjutant said, "Excuse me, you look very bad. I suggest you excuse yourself from today's meeting and go see a doctor."

But Kent shook his head: "No, no thanks, I'm not that fragile."

He looked out the window at the towering Shard and the majestic Royal Palace in the Central Oaktree area, and smiled proudly from the bottom of his heart.

"It is a great honor and mission to be able to personally participate in the meeting that determines Victoria's future destiny. Compared to this, what does my slightly uncomfortable body matter?"

He opened the door and walked out of the room.

He will deeply regret this decision in a few minutes.

The Duke’s secret meeting scene.

Representatives of the Duke of Wellington, the Duke of Caster, the Duke of Stafford, the Duke of Cavendish and several other grand dukes have already taken their seats.

When Duke Godotin, who arrived late and burped, entered the venue, this round of secret meeting was officially announced to begin.

The Duke of Caister did not shy away from anyone. She was the first to stand up, as if to consolidate her status as the initiator and leader:

"Everyone, the topic we are going to discuss today is to completely eliminate the core support of the royalist forces in Londinium, which is also the root cause of the current unrest in the city."

She paused, glanced at everyone present, and said

"We need to discuss whether to abolish the Steam Knight system."

Kent, who was drinking hot water to calm himself down, choked and started coughing violently.

Duke Caister waited quietly for him to catch his breath before asking:

"Does the Duke of Windermere's representative have any questions?"

Kent raised his hand, took a deep breath, and asked seriously:

"The Steam Knights are Victorian heroes. To this day, they are still used as a symbol of good character and excellent qualities in many Victorian textbooks. Is it really necessary to abolish them?"

Duke Caister smiled, and the emotion revealed on his wrinkled face was not contempt, but amusement:

"You are right, Lord Kent. But don't forget that when we overthrew the tyrant, we also chose to lead the Steam Knights to another place."

"Although I don't want to admit it, the Steam Knights have never been Victoria's heroes. They are Aslan's heroes and the king's lackeys. Victoria's real heroes are those who work hard for the future of this country, that is, you and me."