People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Those who are rejected by Yelagund are not worthy to continue living on Kjerag's land.

This is something that needs no embellishment and cannot be embellished; it is the bottom line in the hearts of all Kjerag people.

"Do you dare?" she asked.

Ernst nodded: "I dare."

Chapter 14: Preparation, rob the execution ground!

Manzhuyuan, Elders' Hall.

When Enya angrily rushed to the office of the Great Elder, the Great Elder was quietly sipping tea. Seeing the Saint Lady's angry face, he slowly put down the teacup in his hand and asked curiously:

"Lady Saint, what happened?"

Enya took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and asked:

"Something happened to Ernst. Why didn't I receive any news about this matter?"

"I don't quite understand what you mean, Saint Lady." The Great Elder looked confused. "Prime Minister Ernst is in trouble. What exactly does that mean?"

"He has to prove himself with the Holy Stone in the Holy Mountain Square, otherwise he will be exiled. Why didn't anyone tell me about this in advance!"

Enya said, and the elder immediately shook his head, as if he had suddenly realized something:

"So you didn't know about this?"

"No one told me, how would I know!" Enya was also amused by the elder's surprised look, "As a saint, don't I have the right to know about all issues related to Yelagund? Doesn't the fact that the Holy Stone proved itself not involve Yelagund?"

"Oh, indeed." The Great Elder nodded in affirmation, but immediately explained, "Oh, I'm not saying that the Holy Stone proves itself not to belong to you. In fact, Saint Lady, you do have the right to know. Perhaps it's just that the maid who was responsible for reporting this matter to the Saint Lady Hall at the time thought that this was not something you had to know."

"But I need to know!" Enya gritted her teeth and said, "You are judging my brother!"

The Great Elder: "But before this happened, we did not know that you had to know this. After all, we are stupid and could not know in advance that the one who was going to prove himself was the Saint's biological brother."

"Is this why you kept it from me?"

"No, Saint Lady, no one is hiding it from you." The Great Elder denied it righteously, "It's just that no one has decided to tell you."

The corner of Enya's mouth twitched, and she almost couldn't hold back and cursed:

"What difference does that make?"

"Of course there is a difference, Saint Lady. You are Yelagund's agent. No one can bear the responsibility of hiding things about Yelagund from you. But not reporting certain things to you is just a long-standing practice. You are busy with many things every day, so you don't necessarily need to do everything yourself."

"But I need to know everything!" Enya clenched her fists.

"Everything?" The elder confirmed calmly. After confirming Enya's eyes which were already filled with hatred, he propped up his old body, stood up from the recliner, walked into the temple, took out a small account book, and read one by one: "Today, Manzhuyuan purchased 30 sets of incense and candles..."

Enya finally interrupted the elder's words in anger, which were obviously pretending to be ignorant:

"Great Elder, stop! You can't possibly not understand what I mean. What I need to know is everything important!"

But the Great Elder raised his eyelids slightly, looked up at the Saint in front of him, and said indifferently:

"I know, but who defines what is important?"

"Lady Saint, which is more important, the land created by the oracle of Yelagund and the millions of Kjerag citizens living on it, or your brother who is a heretic and wants to sell out the country not long after taking office?"

All the anger in Enya's heart was suddenly like a plug forced into her throat, all stuck in her throat.

The great elder put down the account book in his hand, propped up his cane, and walked in front of Enya. His hunched body exuded the intimidating sense of oppression of a person who had been in a superior position for a long time, and he slowly spoke:

"Saint, from the moment you were chosen to become the saint serving Yelagund, the name Shivaash has nothing to do with you. You'd better think it through as soon as possible."

"Let alone the rebellious Ernst, even if it's your brother, Enthiotis, if he dares to cross Kjerag's bottom line and disrespects Yelagund and Manjuin, he will suffer the same fate!"

"God will punish them!"

He leaned his crutch heavily on the ground, like a bailiff holding a club, or an executioner holding a butcher knife.

Tears welled up in Enya's eyes.

Indeed, even she found it difficult to understand why Ernst mortgaged Kjerag's land to the Colombians, and why Enciodis not only did not stop him but helped Ernst instead.

This is something that challenges the traditional concepts of every Kjerag person and is unacceptable to society.

But even though she didn't understand, she still supported Ernst.

This may be trust, it may be doting, or it may be guilt.

Because it was she who handed over the Kjerag account book kept by Manzhuyuan to Ernst on the first day of Ernst's appointment, and spoke words of support for Ernst.

Now that she has said it, the saint will not go back on her word.

She angrily went to the Great Elder, firstly to accuse Manzhu Academy of deceiving her, and secondly to clarify Manzhu Academy's attitude towards the matter. Now, since Manzhu Academy represented by the Great Elder has confirmed its position and there is absolutely no room for reversal, Enya does not think it is necessary to waste time here.

Let me think it over and turn back?

"If I were that kind of person, I wouldn't have walked up this mountain in anger to participate in that trial!"

She sniffed her blocked nose, glared fiercely at the great elder with a gloomy face, then turned and ran out.

Just because the Great Elder didn't support her didn't mean she had no one she could trust in Manzhu Courtyard! At least, Ya'er, who told her about Ernst's misfortune, was trustworthy!

"Ya'er!"

Pushing open the door of the Saint's Palace, Enya looked at Ya'er who was standing in front of the window in the room, seemingly contemplating something, and shouted loudly, with an unprecedented firm tone,

"The Great Elder also wants to harm Ernst!"

Yaer came back to her senses from her contemplation, looked at Enya, and asked:

"What about you? What do you think?"

"I am a saint, right? I can represent Yelagund?" Enya said.

Yaer was stunned for a moment, but still nodded.

Enya immediately revealed a resolute smile:

"Then I will declare Ernst not guilty on behalf of Yelagund at the Holy Stone Ceremony!"

Yaer was stunned.

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

"This is a grave sin!"

Noahs Edwiss warned,

"Sending the Mountain Snow Demon Army to attack the Holy Stone Ceremony, is this really a plan you can come up with, Enchiodis! Wake up!"

"The training of the mountain snow ghosts has not been completed yet. We also need Kalan Trade as an intermediary to continue to develop in Kjerag, expand the scale of Tukarim, and attract more immigrants. For the sake of Ernst, exposing our trump card and taking the risk of being expelled from Kjerag, is this worth it?"

Nosis Edwards's analysis was irrational. In the past, such suggestions would often be accepted by Enthiotis. But this time, Enthiotis just glanced at him coldly and turned his head back:

"Nosis, you'd better think carefully about what you said. If what you said is true, then I will also reconsider whether it is 'worth' for you to stay in Kalan Trade."

As a child who is suspected of killing the former patriarch and his wife of the Shivaash family, that is, the parents of Enthiodis and Ernst, Nosis will receive a lot of cold eyes wherever he goes, and it is not just because of his habit of speaking regardless of the occasion and feelings.

If everything was analyzed with his absolute rationality, then the person sitting next to Enthiotis and advising him would definitely not be called "Nosis Edwards".

Going against all odds, this is what Enthiotis has done most for Nosis.

Only this time, he was the one being rejected by everyone.

"Security, please ask Mr. Nosis to go home. He is currently suspended and has no right to participate in confidential meetings of the company's top management."

Ignoring Nosis who wanted to say something, Enthiotis waved his hand, and two tall Fengti security guards, one on the left and one on the right, easily carried Nosis out of the door despite the huge difference in strength.

After dealing with this unexpected troublemaker, Enthiotis turned his attention back to the people participating in the meeting.

Matterhorn, with his bronze skin and square face, is a typical muscular man with thick hooves; Weiss, the swift envoy, also has healthy wheat-colored skin, but is more like a cheerful messenger than a serious bodyguard; and Enthiotis' other trump card, the Black Knight's Mace, which was hired from Casimir at a high price from the three-time consecutive champion knight.

Apart from Nosis who was kicked out for questioning his boss's decision, almost all of Enthiotis's confidants have gathered here.

And their purpose is also very simple.

"Command the mountain snow ghosts who have not yet completed all the training to surround the Holy Stone Square and rescue Ernst."

"If I were to describe it in a more common way, it would be - robbing the execution ground!"

Enchiodis said, looking at the three people.

“Who has this confidence?”

"I can be responsible for scouting the deployment and confirming the evacuation route." Swift Envoy Weiss said immediately.

"I can be responsible for commanding the Mountain Snow Ghost Force to deal with the Perrochi family. I will not let any of their support enter the Holy Stone Square." Horn Peak Matterhorn Yek promised steadily.

Enthiotis's gaze finally fell on the Black Knight's mace.

The blond knight in a black suit smiled slightly: "I didn't expect that my first mission since I was hired would be to do something like this."

Her face straightened, and she solemnly promised Enchiodis:

"I will be responsible for entering the Holy Stone Square and rescuing Mr. Ernst. Don't worry, he will appear in front of you intact. I swear on my name!"

Enthiotis nodded.

Although it was a little earlier than he expected and the preparations were obviously not sufficient, the arrow was on the string and had to be shot!

Ernst, I just hope that you won't let me down after I've spent so much money to save you.

This was my initial investment in you!

Chapter 15 That's the woman who can become my mother

To say that Ernst had few supporters was to put it mildly.

Although he was not shackled, tortured, or even restricted in his personal freedom, Ernst experienced feelings that even prisoners could hardly understand.

Kjerag is a small place, and human settlements are concentrated in the lake area and woodlands, which greatly accelerates the flow of information. Especially for such a big news, the speed of spread is one person to ten, ten to a hundred, and it increases rapidly at a speed beyond common sense.

Soon, Ernst was living a life where he was talked about at home, cursed at at work, and if he dared to go out without any bodyguards, he would be hit in the face with feather beast eggs and vegetables.

Feather eggs and vegetables were very valuable things in Kjerag, and Ernst was flattered that they could be used for purposes other than eating as rations for the winter.

But even so, Ernst still insisted on punching in for work the day before the Holy Stone Trial began.

After hanging his winter coat on the coat rack himself, Ernst glanced at the simple office that should have been empty, and finally focused his eyes on the figure who shouldn't be here.

"Good morning, Rose."

She had the same almond-colored long hair as Latatos, the head of the Blanto family, but she was more energetic than the gloomy lady. The second-in-command of the Blanto family and one of Ernst's childhood sweethearts - Hulus Blanto clenched her hands tightly on her legs, stared at the boy who was walking towards the desk with her bright glasses, and couldn't help stamping her feet:

"You're still in the mood to say good morning, why don't you refuse!"

"What are you refusing?" Ernst sat down on the armchair and looked helplessly at the girl on the sofa. "Does Yucatan know that you came to my place? Aren't you worried about getting him in trouble?"

"He's the one who asked me to come!" Xu Lusi said unhappily, and forced the topic back on track: "Of course you should reject the Holy Stone Trial! How could my sister, that rotten-bellied girl, do this to you! You should reject her harshly and slap her in the face, no, slap her in the stomach!"

The corners of Ernst's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself, what a brand new way of playing.

But he still shook his head: "It's no use. What if I refuse? Is there any other way for Yucatan to convince them that what I'm doing is right?"

Xu Ruth's voice choked. It was obvious that Yucatan had not told her this method. But Xu Ruth had always been a stubborn person. Even though she had never had a quarrel since she was a child and had won an argument with Ernst, she still persisted:

"Even if that's the case... you can't accept it! Everyone knows what the Holy Stone Judgment is like! It's been a long time since the great god Yelagund appeared. Isn't it up to Manzhuyuan to decide what the judgment will be like?"

"Yes." Ernst nodded.

Xu Luce knew about this, Yucatan knew about it, and naturally he knew about it too.

The last time Yelagund appeared was hundreds of years ago. If Kjerag had not still enjoyed his blessing and had never suffered from natural disasters, people might have begun to doubt his existence.

But even so, the long disappearance of the gods has caused a series of problems for Manzhuyuan, the spokesperson for the gods.

The Great Elder’s greed for worldly power is just a small microcosm of this. There are many more problems, reflected in the financial, cultural, and even military aspects.

The reason for all this is simple: absolute power breeds absolute corruption.

Judicial trial is one of the many powers held by the Manju Court that should belong to the current Kjerag government.

The principle of the Holy Stone Trial is to let those who are highly suspected, suspected of being guilty but difficult to be executed go to the miracle left by Yelagund, tell what they have done, and wait for Yelagund to send down an oracle for judgment.

This seems to hand over the power of judgment to God, but when it comes to specific operations, there are simply too many details that can be "manipulated".

For example, a person suspected of being guilty was asked to confess his crime in public in front of the Holy Stone. If a person was qualified to go to the Holy Stone Square to accept God's judgment, then his social status was already high. In this way, even if the oracle finally issued a verdict that he was not guilty, his political reputation and popularity among the people would have fallen to the bottom.