People in Terra, governing a weird little country

But this still does not hinder Nasti's god-like reputation in the civil engineering world of Tremon!

Anmer's heart was so excited that it was about to jump out!

This is not meeting an idol, this is meeting the emperor!

She immediately replied, "I can! I can do anything as long as I can cooperate with Ms. Nastie!"

Ernst and Hinterea looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

not bad.

The college student, although not a fresh graduate, happened to be a civil engineering major. He was willing to condescend to help others and only wanted a basic salary. He was much better than those PhDs who were arrogant and threatened to compete for Nastie's chief designer position.

What more could Ernst say about someone who so perfectly fits the recruitment requirements?

He stood up and held out his hand to Anmer:

"Welcome, Ms. Anmer. I hope we can have a pleasant working relationship in the future!"

PS: Small theater:

Anmer: Let me partner with Nasti, I can do anything!

Nasti: You little Liberi, all you think about is yourself!

PS2: Damn, I got 260 draws, Viviana, where are you! Where are you! I even got a Typhon last night, it really pissed me off!

Chapter 117: Next stop, the Duke of Wellington!

The job fair in Columbia ended successfully.

Ernst was very satisfied with Anmer's joining. Although this rare female civil engineering student was not very confident, as she said, her professional ability was still very good.

At least it got Nasti's approval.

This way, when carrying out the urban transformation of Tukarim, Sherag's side will have at least one more knowledgeable person to send out.

As for Jeston, he was a pleasant surprise.

Ernst had not originally intended to form his own armed forces from now on, but the appearance of Jeston made him advance his plan.

The reason is simple, Jeston is indeed a very promising talent. He knows how to treat people well, is flexible and does things flexibly, does not adhere to a rigid rule, and is quite loyal, knowing who his master is.

In addition to his strength, after all, he is a tough guy who can withstand three punches from Saria. If he is properly trained, his upper limit may not be higher.

With such a subordinate, even if he cannot organize an armed force immediately, it would be much more convenient to send him to deal with some troublesome things that he cannot handle personally.

After a day of rest, Ernst prepared to join Christen's team and set off together.

He was about to prepare to go to Victoria, the next stop of this recruitment trip, while Kristen and Nasti were going to lead a team directly to Kjerag to prepare to start the site selection and preliminary construction of the dome research station, and to start the renovation plan of the old city of Tukarim.

This was a big project, and Rhine Life invested a lot of manpower. The engineering department alone was almost fully mobilized. And the departure of Christen, the general manager, also took away many scientists who were studying the isolation layer.

During this period, the management of Rhine Life was handed over to Saria, the head of the defense department who Kristen was absolutely confident in. Muerseth and Yara would assist Saria in her work as deputies to ensure the normal operation of Rhine Life.

But even so, most people in Tremont had this idea:

It can be said that if nothing unexpected happens, Rhine Life will enter a dormant period for a long time in the future, until Christen returns from Kjerag, or until he really achieves some results in Kjerag.

The scientists gathered in Tremon gradually began to turn their attention to the barrier layer above their heads. They were suddenly surprised to find that in this land, in addition to the mysterious source stone, the barrier layer covering the sky above their heads was also wrapped in a thick layer of mystery, making it elusive.

In the past, the barrier layer was considered "unrecognizable" because of the unreachable 6 kilometers distance between the sky and the earth, and the barrier layer's ability to repel all aircraft. But now, looking back, it doesn't seem so far away?

After all, Kjerag, which has a scientific research agreement with Rhine Life, has its highest peak, the Matterhorn, less than 500 meters away from the barrier layer.

This distance may be less than the length of a block in Tremont. It is so short that you can see the end at a glance. Just raise your hand and you can easily touch it, feel it, or even... cross it!

There is no Terran who has not looked up at the starry sky, but in the past, looking up was meaningless for this land.

No one has ever questioned the rising and setting of the sun and the moon, and no one has ever questioned the growth of all things. Because in the past, no one could stand at a position almost as high as the sun and the moon to touch and feel them.

And now, there is a luxurious genius who abandoned the thriving development of Rhine Life, signed an agreement with Kjerag, and went to a distant country.

She was going to explore.

To practice the great word "exploration" and practice its true meaning, just like when humans first tried to control fire, first tried to build a country, and first touched "Source Stone".

Whatever her final outcome, Tremont was already holding her breath.

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

In contrast to Tremont's pure scientist, Victoria is still an arrogant aristocrat.

Londinium has been occupied by the Sarkaz. Although the dukes unanimously deny this fact, it is never the dukes' turn to define the living environment of the people in Londinium.

When Ernst was planning to go to Victoria, he had already received a warning from the Duke of Windermere. Amphillis made it clear in the letter:

"Anywhere, but not Londinium."

Ernst would naturally not go to that place. Besides, he had no intention of going to that city.

After all, he is the prime minister of a country. He needs to follow diplomatic procedures to visit another country's capital. But if he goes to Londinium, who should he ask for approval?

Should I burn some paper and ask King Drakovic in the underworld, or should I discuss it with Tracys?

Ernst does not have the Terran people's inherent aversion to the Sarkaz as "demon guys", but that does not mean he has any good feelings towards them.

From an objective point of view, no matter what specifically caused the Sarkaz to become what they are today, the current Sarkaz are indeed generally of low quality, advocate violence, and are infected with oripathy.

He can treat each individual differently, but he can only look at a group from the perspective of the majority and that which best suits his interests.

The general meaning is: Do you like Granny Surtr? Of course I do. Who doesn't like the Sky Dragon of Osiris? What about the three mythical gods! Even though she has always been called a knife rack, to be fair, even if she is not a knife rack, don't you still like her?

Ernst likes it anyway.

But if you ask him, does he like Sarkaz? Then he will stay away from them.

A race with blood on its hands, who have committed numerous evil deeds, who have been hated and expelled by various countries and nations since thousands of years ago, and who also has a number of heavyweight extreme kbfz among them, some of whom may even be in high positions today (maybe they have been in high positions since the beginning). When this race is mentioned, who is the first person that comes to your mind?

Haha, I understand everything.

Ernst could only say that the bad reputation left by the Sarkaz offshoots like Blood Demon and Scavenger could not be washed away by one or two aliens. If he was playing a game, he could let his three views follow his five senses, but if he really traveled through time, Ernst could not afford to try it for real.

"Where are we going then? The Dukedom of Windermere?"

After parting ways with Christen's team, Ernst took Hinterea and Jeston on the road to Victoria.

As for why Anmer was not brought along, it was because she had returned to Kjerag with Nastya first. Civil engineers are like this. Once they put on the little red hat, any vacation in the world has nothing to do with them. Time is tight and the workload is heavy. They spend their whole lives working on construction sites, and they don't even get to travel at public expense. It's really miserable.

In response to Xinteleya's question, Ernst shook his head.

"The Duke of Windermere is our friend. Even if we want to poach people, we can't do it on his territory."

"But aren't we recruiting talents? Wouldn't it be better to have the Duke's connections?" Xinteleya was a little puzzled.

Ernst glanced at her and asked, "What if the person he recruited is a spy for the Duke of Windermere?"

Xinteleya suddenly realized and was a little surprised: "No way, why would the Duke of Windermere..."

"What do you think? Even if we are allies, sending spies is a normal thing to do." Ernst replied.

When Britain and France were both in NATO and were fighting against the Soviet Union together, they did not stop sending spies to France.

The policy is the policy, and Great Britain's policy is to fight against France, which has never changed. As for Russia, Russia is too strong to fight against.

"Besides, what if we really find some talented people?" Ernst rolled his eyes.

Although the Duke of Windermere was not likely to do something that would cause trouble for others, Ernst could not be 100% sure of the politician's moral level.

What if the person he recruited is really awesome and can replace three high-speed warships? Will Windermere let him go? Do you want him if you are strong enough?

Talking about money hurts the relationship, poaching hurts the relationship even more, so it is better not to do such things if you can avoid it. You can offend no one but your sponsor. The 10 billion yuan subsidy to Wen Duoduo is right?

"So where are we going? The Dukedom of Caister?"

Xinteleya asked curiously, looking at the map of Victoria in her hand.

Ernst shook his head again:

"My brother made his fortune there. The Duke of Caister has a big appetite and has ill intentions towards Kjerag. He is also a mortal enemy of the Duke of Windermere. I can't wait to disgust her, so I'd better forget about going to her territory. I don't want to be poisoned for no reason one day."

"So we have to choose a place that is not a mortal enemy of the Duke of Windermere, has no desire for Kjerag, and preferably can disgust the Duke of Castle?"

Hintleya concluded.

Ernst nodded.

Cintrea: "So this place is?"

Ernst said slowly: "The Duke of Wellington."

Chapter 118 Love Banana: How about I be the special envoy?

1094 was a year when unrest intensified further.

The Gastril, a high-speed battleship under the Duke of Wellington.

Since the seven-year-long grand tour that began in 1091, which was called "show of force" by the nobles, the Duke of Wellington had never felt so relaxed and happy.

Londinium fell.

This is an indisputable fact. Although the messengers sent by Duke Caister and Duke Godoting asked themselves to keep this matter strictly confidential and speak with one voice, everyone knew that the more they did so, the more it meant that the situation had exceeded their expectations to a certain extent.

The Duke of Wellington did not doubt that the woman known for her cunning would come up with a new plan in the near future to continue to secretly realize her ambitions. But at least for now, being able to glimpse the Duke of Caster's panic from the messenger's mouth was enough to make him feel extremely relieved.

As for the unified caliber?

Looking at the messenger who was trying to put on a brave face and act neither humble nor arrogant, "Empire's Death Knell" sneered and said coldly:

"Go back and tell Caister that I don't agree with this."

"I will not turn a blind eye like she did, and he has no right to ask me to make false accusations about what the Sarkaz did in Londinium."

Looking at the messenger's gradually pale face, Wellington's disdain deepened.

"But you may as well tell her. I will remain silent."

"I won't make any comment on this unless someone asks me about it. Got it?"

The messenger breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with sweat on his forehead.

Watching the messenger fleeing in panic, the Duke of Wellington curled his lips into a sneer.

Deception and keeping silent are two different concepts. One is knowing the true information but passing on false information to others, and the other is simply not gossiping about the information to other people who have not asked about it.

The Duke of Wellington still needs a good image. At least a good image in the eyes of the people of Tara.

He watched Victoria come to this day, not to play another game of musical chairs with the Duke of Caster and Aslan's vassals. For him, no matter which of the Grand Dukes, even himself, ascended the throne of Victoria, it would be impossible for them to truly stop the atrocities against the Tara people.

Victoria's huge old interest groups tied to the throne have long been accustomed to sucking the blood of the Tara people. That powerful inertia cannot be changed by a certain monarch coming to power.

Even after the king of the Tara people ascends the throne of Victoria, his seizure of the Tara people will become even more severe.

The Duke of Wellington has the blood of the Tara people in his body. He has had enough of hiding his bloodline, acting under Victoria's order, and being restricted by Victoria. He has also seen enough of the farce caused by the different hearts of the people in Victoria, who has no master.

He wants independence!

He wanted to build a real kingdom belonging to Tara.

This is also why after the sisters found him, he readily agreed to their joining, and even arranged his confidants into the violent organization, completely transforming it from a "civilian resistance organization" with loose military discipline into a so-called "ghost army."

"Your Excellency the Duke." Abrana's voice brought Wellington back from his thoughts, and Draco, burning with purple flames, slowly walked from behind the scenes to the front of the stage.

She overheard the conversation between Wellington and the messenger from Caster in the inner room separated by a wall, and naturally knew the purpose of the messenger's visit.

"Do you think the time has come?"

Wellington shook his head: "It's still early."

Victoria is now just in chaos, but it has not yet reached the point of real division. As long as the grand dukes can still sit together and talk about the future instead of drawing their swords against each other, then this opportunity has not yet arrived.

Abramana accepted the Duke of Wellington's advice with a smile, although she looked a little impatient.

She pulled out another letter from her bosom and handed it to the Duke of Wellington:

"Well, before that, we received a very interesting letter. Would you be interested in taking a look at it?"

"What letter?" The Duke of Wellington's eyes grew more serious.

In his impression, things that Abrana called interesting were often not interesting to most people.