People in Terra, governing a weird little country

He just knew that Daphne was capable, and he had been passing on some information about Shelagh to the Duke of Windermere.

But it doesn't matter. Kjerag is not Bhutan in Hearts of Iron, or a villager in Civilization VI. If you place a spy at a station, you can "Eureka!" and get a nuclear fusion technology. If you want to steal, then steal.

It is better to say that the more backward Kjerag is, the more intelligence you can steal. The more intelligence you steal, the more billions of subsidies you can give to Kjerag. The more billions of subsidies you give, the more Kjerag can develop. The more Kjerag develops, the more modernized and advanced Kjerag can become!

Therefore, the more backward Kjerag is, the more advanced it is! To be where it is today, it is all thanks to the help of the spy bosses who have deceived the financial backers behind the scenes to generously donate gold coins!

"I was afraid they wouldn't steal. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a small country to stand in line and gain more presence in the eyes of a big country."

Ernst shook his head with a look of regret.

"It's a pity that the Duke of Wellington doesn't have the same needs as the Duke of Windermere this time. I would be happy if he could send a daughter or granddaughter to serve as our special envoy!"

Ernst was too greedy for protection money. Especially the great nobles in Victoria, who were no less powerful than the oilmen. Ernst raised his index finger and made a one, which was Ernst's limit. They asked for 100 million, which was their bottom line!

"Yes, is that so?"

Jeston didn't know how many times he felt his traditional values ​​were challenged.

He doubted deeply whether he could still maintain his innocent personality as before when he and Ernst completed this circle and returned to Kjerag.

He felt like he was almost effeminate...oh no, he was almost fallen.

Letting Jeston think about life quietly, Ernst lay on the sofa, half talking to himself and half talking to Hinterea:

"But then again, I always feel like something is not right. Sintela, you should feel it too, right?"

Xinteleya gritted her teeth, took the initiative to sit next to Ernst, hugged the big furry tail in her arms, and then answered thoughtfully:

"You mean Envoy Abrana?"

Ernst looked at Sintrea, then at the tail placed on his thigh, and was silent for a while. He made a very difficult decision to give up his personal gains and losses, not caring about the fact that Sintrea had taken advantage of him, and give priority to discussing national affairs.

He nodded in affirmation: "I noticed it when I first shook hands with her. Her hands were particularly cold, and her movements were very unfamiliar and awkward, as if she had never done anything like this before."

"And she was clearly the instigator, but the one who kept talking was the deputy envoy Ahmoni who claimed to be the assistant. This is very strange."

"But if that's all, we can still explain it by saying that she might be a relative of the Duke of Wellington, or a doted-on junior who wants her to improve his qualifications. But what Ahmonie just said denies this possibility."

Ernst pointed out:

"She said Miss Abramana volunteered."

Xinteleya immediately expressed her doubts: "She doesn't look like someone who would volunteer. It seems like she was forced to do it."

"So there are only two possibilities."

Ernst Road,

"Either Miss Ahmonie is telling the truth. Then Miss Ablana is just pretending. She pretends to be unfamiliar and socially intimidated in order to gain our trust and let us down. But to be honest, I think the benefits of doing so are very low. There is no need for the Duke of Wellington's envoy to deal with us in such a way that will damage his own image."

"Or, Miss Ahmonie lied. Miss Abrana's true character is like that. But as a deputy envoy, why would she need to lie? Moreover, even if she was ordered to lie, her lie obviously contradicts the image that Abrana showed to us, which will undoubtedly deepen our suspicion. What's the benefit?"

"If you put it that way, it seems that both possibilities don't make sense?"

Xinteleya frowned. She didn't quite understand why Ernst proposed two possibilities and then rejected them all.

Ernst smiled and said, "There is an old saying in my hometown, which goes, 'When something is out of the ordinary, there must be a mountain snow ghost!'"

He gently pulled his tail out of Xinteleya's arms, walked to the entrance, took off the hat on the coat rack, and smiled:

"As for what this [Mountain Snow Ghost] is, I'm afraid we can only ask Miss Abrana herself."

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

"Yes, I am not Abrana. Abrana is my sister. I am only her shadow, Ravshine."

Ravshini's tail swung slowly, revealing the owner's depressed mood at the moment.

Her unexpected frankness caught Ernst off guard, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Seeing that the girl's eyes were about to start spraying water, Ernst could only comfort her:

"It's okay. Miss Ravshini is very impressive even if she's not Miss Abrana."

"I never thought I was as good as my sister. That's not why I'm sad." Ravshini pursed her lips.

Ernst asked in confusion, "Then what are you doing this for?"

"Because my sister wants to throw me to a place like Sherag!" said Ravshini.

What happened to you, Kjerag?

We, Kjerag, have cows (Horn), horses (Hintraya), and oxen and horses (Anmer). Why do you look down on us, Kjerag!

Ernst suppressed the small amount of pride in his heart and asked:

"Why did she let you take her place? And why did she send you to Kjerag?"

"I don't know, she didn't tell me." Ravshini sighed.

It was an expected answer, and Ernst didn't think he could get any real information from Lavishini. Rather, knowing that the real Miss Abrana was actually playing a substitute was the biggest gain of his trip.

To be on the safe side, Ernst finally asked, "What is your relationship with your sister and the Duke of Wellington?"

"I can't say." Ravshini said.

Ernst sighed in disappointment.

As expected, Abrana would not send a simpleton to be her stand-in. After all, it is unlikely that a simpleton who answers whatever is asked would exist in reality.

However, the answer "I can't say" itself is enough to reveal a lot of information.

Hmm...after I go back, I'll consult Vina, who is an expert on Victoria.

Ernst told Lavshini without any hope not to let anyone know that he had been there tonight. As soon as he turned around and left, Ahmoni pushed open Lavshini's door.

The keys are all hers.

The girl, who seemed about to curse "trash" in the next second, sat on the sofa, looked at Ravshini opposite her, and asked:

"Have you confessed?"

"I told you what you told me about me not being your sister, and I didn't reveal anything else," Ravshini replied.

One of the two orders Abranah left for Ravishini: Listen to Ahmoni.

Ahmoni nodded. "What did he say?"

"No reaction. It was as if he had guessed it long ago." Ravshini said, "He asked about my sister and my relationship with the Duke of Wellington, and why he wanted me to take over the identity. I didn't say anything."

You don’t know it yourself.

Ahmoni smiled, not knowing who she was praising: "Well done."

"You noticed the difference between Ravshini and Abrana so quickly. You are not a mediocre person. You also have the courage to take the initiative to break the deadlock when the speculation reached a deadlock."

"Repay Her Highness Abrana and the Duke of Wellington. Ernst is worth the investment."

Chapter 122: Kaister: Who did I offend?

Victoria, Duchy of Cattery, House of Cattery.

The Duke of Caister made many friends, and the Duke's mansion was always crowded from morning to night. Thanks to the Duke of Caister's political skills, most of these guests would eventually become her helpers.

On the porch where the Duke of Castor was meeting, two men in gray hats were chatting idly.

"If you ask me, Godottin and the Duke of Normandy call themselves businessmen, but in fact, the one who is most like a businessman is our Duke of Castor."

"And our Duke of Kaister's investments have never been at a loss! There have only been small wins, medium wins, and big wins!"

The man in the grey top hat with a Londinium accent boasted, while the man in the grey top hat, who looked exhausted, did not agree immediately. Instead, he pursed his lips abnormally, and after hesitating for a moment, he said in a roundabout way:

"Yes, even if there is any problem, Lord Duke of Caister can easily solve it. This is her ability."

"Come to think of it, [Painter], shouldn't you be staying in the area of ​​the Duke of Wellington's territory? Why did you come back so suddenly?"

Not understanding the deep meaning in his colleague's words, the gray hat with a Londinium accent asked curiously. The gray hat codenamed "Painter" smacked his lips and replied in a rather heavy tone:

"Isn't this an important matter to report? The Duke of Wellington has made some moves recently. And it's hard to say whether the impact will be significant."

"What do you mean?" The man in the gray hat with a Londinium accent came forward carefully, wanting to hear some inside information.

But [the painter] shook his head, as if he wanted to keep it a secret.

Helpless, Londinium Gray Hat could only pout, somewhat disappointed:

"We all work for the Duke of Caister. There is nothing to hide."

Without answering his question, [the painter] took a step forward and followed the doorman into the Duke's lounge.

Duke Caister was lying relaxedly in his office chair, wrapped in a mink coat, dressed in winter clothes, and even had a thick blanket on his legs. In his hands, he was holding a book he had never seen before, reading it with relish.

[The Painter] glanced at the title of the book. It was not the philosophical works or Victorian poetry that the Duke of Caister usually read, but a book called "The History of the Nations of Ersland".

He did not see the author's name clearly, but only saw the big words "Highly recommended by Longmen Governor Wei Yanwu, a must-read science fiction novel of the year" on the book cover.

This was quite unusual, for the painter was sent to monitor the Duke of Wellington. He was considered a man of relatively high status among the grey hats and had some knowledge of the Duke of Caster's books.

But I have never heard that our Lord Duke has a hobby of reading "science fiction novels".

The painter silently memorized the title of the book, bowed, performed a courtesy, and coughed softly:

"Your Majesty the Duke."

Duke Caister reluctantly turned his eyes away from the page, glanced at the Painter slightly:

"It's not an easy job to monitor the Duke of Wellington. I'm glad to see you back safely."

The painter's heart warmed. But before he could feel happy for a moment, the Duke of Caster immediately said,

"So, I hope you can give me a suitable reason and tell me why you have to return at this time and why you must see me immediately."

The painter lowered his head hastily:

"Your Excellency, there is a big movement from the Duke of Wellington's side recently."

"Specifically?" Kaster's voice was flat.

[Painter]: "Gastril issued a ducal order three days ago, authorized by the Duke of Wellington, to establish diplomatic relations with Kjerag."

"Shelag?" This time, Duke Kaster's voice finally rose significantly by several degrees.

She stood up, and a look of surprise appeared on her face, whose wrinkles could no longer be covered by makeup:

"Establish diplomatic relations with Kjerag? The Duke of Wellington? Huh?"

It is not easy to raise three questions and express three different kinds of surprise in one sentence, but the Duke of Caster did it.

Kjerag can establish diplomatic relations? When did diplomacy come into being in that place?

Duke Caister still remembered clearly that his relative, Viscount Walton, had once reported to him that the patriarch of the Shelaghshivaish family, Enthiodis Shivaish, was studying abroad in Victoria.

According to the description of the Shivaash family leader, Shelag should still be a backward, ignorant, and poor snowland tribe. Let alone a stable and legitimate government that can establish and maintain diplomatic relations, it would be considered a compliment to expect their government organization to catch up with Sargon's king chief.

The Duke of Caister had never paid much attention to Kjerag. In addition to the fact that the affairs of Londinium and Victoria's power struggle took up too much of her energy, a big part of the reason was that she thought it was too costly to make Kjerag a vassal. It would be better to provide some financial support first, wait for them to grow, and then go and reap the benefits as a "benefactor".

After all, every gift she gave to Enchiodis had a hidden price tag.

But the current situation was obviously beyond his expectations.

I don't know when those snow mountain people came up with a big idea for themselves. They not only established a government, but also established diplomatic relations.

But why wasn't I, or the Duchy of Caster, the first choice for this diplomatic relationship?

It was obviously me who came here first. Whether it was meeting Enthiotis or investing in Kalan Trade, it was obviously me who came here first!

She really put a lot of effort into supporting Kjerag! If she hadn't personally instructed him, how could Viscount Walton help a snow leopard who came out of the snowy mountains and had no concept or experience in company management and international markets to set up a company from scratch and make it bigger and stronger?

Not to mention, it was she who instructed Viscount Walton to provide the first pot of gold for Enxioudis's entrepreneurship. Not only that, even Enxioudis's "Mountain Snow Ghost" troops, from equipment to training, were all arranged by Duke Caister!

Enchiodis, is there something wrong with what you did this time? Are you not kind? Are you in your rebellious period? Are you going out to mess around with other men behind my back?... Wrong, you are messing around with diplomatic relations!

What? Why do you think Duke Kast thinks that Enthiodis is the leader of Shelagh and not someone else?

Nonsense, if it were you, would you have thought that Snow Leopard, who is supported by the Grand Duke Victoria, one of the most powerful among them, has abundant financial resources, masters modern military force, and is definitely an outstanding talent, would not be able to defeat those people in Kjerag who are just a bunch of good-for-nothings in the eyes of Duke Kast?

Have you played Hearts of Iron? Just click A, drag the mouse, select the target, and then right-click to attack. You will win!

In fact, Enthiotis also felt aggrieved. Ernst was a genuine time traveler, but he was not the son of Terra's plane. Not to mention, even if he was, the one who could summon meteorites would not stand on his side.

Let's get back to the point. Even if Enthiotis is indeed a bit ungrateful, Duke Caister can accept it.

It is understandable that they are real "barbarians" who don't know etiquette and don't repay me immediately.