People in Terra, governing a weird little country

When the noise died down and she pushed the door open, she saw the old man sitting at the desk, who looked exhausted but still had a kind smile.

She kept telling herself that she must have heard wrongly, but the gradual reduction of the menu in the cafeteria, the suspension of all practical courses, and the accident shattered all her fantasies.

On the fifth day after the lockdown, a student from a national university violated the president's order prohibiting him from going out and took advantage of the gap in the night security patrol to fly out from the rooftop on a homemade hang glider.

He never came back.

His name was quickly blocked, and mentioning his existence became a taboo. The guards at the school gate were strengthened several times overnight - not only security guards, but also students and teachers on duty, and even the principal who was over 70 years old, all insisted on standing guard at the school gate every night and going back to sleep until dawn.

Even so, rumors began to spread within the school. Ceylon heard from his classmates who were studying Originium Arts Applied Research next door that the missing boy had been called "boss" by some students who did not want to be trapped on campus any longer.

They claimed that the boy was free after flying out of the school gate and he has now returned home, while these fools are still trapped in the school by the stubborn old principal. Maybe the principal wants to imprison them so that the family behind them will pay a large ransom for them!

It's not surprising that they would think this.

After all, for most Victorian nobles, the second and third sons who were not the first in line to the throne were treated as waste. As long as they came to the university to get gilded, and then returned to marry into other families, they would have completed their historical mission. It was indeed a bit difficult to expect them to be very smart.

But Ceylon knew the ending of "The Boss".

The next night, he was thrown back to the school gate by the Sarkaz.

At that time, he was unrecognizable and unconscious. The Sarkaz forced the principal to personally kill this man who was running around in Londinium and wanted to resist the Sarkaz. Otherwise, he would no longer abide by the agreement with the principal and would directly send people to occupy the school.

As expected, the principal took action. The flame of the Originium Technique shot into the center of the head, taking away the young life painlessly.

Ceylon was beside the principal at that time.

It was her turn to keep watch.

The principal strictly ordered her not to spread what happened that night, so as not to cause panic in the school. But every time she saw those students who said they wanted to "follow the boss" and "gain freedom", she felt fear from the bottom of her heart.

If they really did that, how many corpses would be thrown at the school gate by the Sarkaz?

The principal said on the first day that the Londinium City Defense Force would handle everything.

But the city defenders surrendered.

The principal said the next day that the Londinium City Council would stop the Sakaz.

But the parliament issued a decree prohibiting attacks against the Sarkaz in the city.

On the third day, the principal said that there were still so many Victorian nobles in the city of Londinium, and they would stand up and uphold justice.

But those nobles who enjoyed great glory in the past seemed to have disappeared at this moment. Let alone expecting them to stand up, the Sarkaz had been in the city for so long, and they had not even said a word.

On the fourth day, the principal said that he would seek help from the grand dukes.

But it was already the eighth day, and had the Grand Duke come?

Tathagata.

Who else can come to rescue them?

She had seen the brutality of the Sarkaz with her own eyes, and she had guessed the current situation of Londinium. The situation at Victoria National University was like this, so who knew what kind of hell Londinium was like outside the campus?

"Ceylon! You are here! Come quickly!"

A call woke Ceylon from her deep pessimism. She turned her head hesitantly and saw the girl in the same dormitory holding a mobile phone, which was logged into the homepage of the Londinium Intercity Network.

The Sarkaz are still reasonable. Although they blocked the channels for external communication of Londinium's intercity network, they did not completely destroy Londinium's intercity network. Of course, it may just be because the Sarkaz have not had time to do so. It's only a matter of time.

On the morning of the second day after the Sarkaz entered the city and the two dukes died suddenly, the intercity network was already full of complaints. But after a week, these complaints became smaller. Perhaps the complainers were tired, or...

What? You weren't afraid when you were leading the Sarkaz, but you got scared when the Sarkaz came to you?

All in all, Ceylon no longer paid much attention to the intercity network. The negative emotions on campus were suffocating enough, so how could she have the energy to pay attention to the suffering of others?

Only those who still believe that "the boss's glider will fly to freedom" still pay attention to the forums on the intercity network, hoping to find clues left behind by "the boss" after his success.

But Ceylon was a little surprised: "Do you also believe in the 'Boss'?"

She looked at her roommate in surprise, hesitating whether to tell her the truth that "the boss is dead!"

But the roommate immediately shook his head:

"No, it has nothing to do with 'Boss'! It's this!"

She clicked on the front page of the forum on the City Intercity Network and saw the extremely popular video that was pinned to the top.

In the video, a gray-haired film man wearing a perfectly tailored dark suit stands dignified and serious in front of a podium with the Duke of Wellington emblem printed on it, facing countless cameras and making a solemn appeal:

"Everyone, I am the Prime Minister of Kjerag, Ernst Shivaash."

"But I stand here today for the people of Victoria."

"We all know, understand, and respect the same axiom that human life in the broadest sense should be respected and protected to the greatest extent possible."

"When a person is in danger and needs help, the people around him have a moral impetus to lend a helping hand. This is not a legal obligation, but it is a right that each of us who wants to make this world a better place should exercise."

"........."

"So, I am not making this appeal out of any political stance, but simply as a human being, based on the principles of international humanitarianism, the moral standards of human society, and the conscience of all mankind to all of Victoria and even all of Terra."

"Please lend a hand to those in desperate need in these troubled areas!"

Looking at the page with a pop-up prompt box asking whether to play again, Ceylon's eyes were filled with hope.

Even if it may be out of giving some face to the inaction of the Grand Dukes, to Victoria, or hoping that this appeal can affect more areas and more people.

So, he didn't actually name the chaotic area as Londinium, he didn't name the Grand Duke of Victoria.

But there is no doubt, no doubt, that Prime Minister Ernst is helping them! Helping them speak out! Helping them call for support! Helping them get out of trouble!

Ernst Shivaash ignited the fire of hope in desperate situations!

Chapter 128: Duke of Caister: Why don’t you choose me?

【Prime Minister Ernst Kjerag calls for humanitarianism! 】

[People help people! Give a helping hand to those in trouble, they will be your future friends! ]

[What are the Grand Dukes doing? Why do even foreigners value our people more than we do?]

"Snapped!"

The newspaper was slammed hard on the table. The Duke of Caster's chest rose and fell violently. Even several deep breaths in a row could not suppress the urge from her heart to curse.

"Your Excellency the Duke..."

The man in the grey hat beside him interrupted quietly. The Duke of Caister turned his head, and his vicious gaze almost pierced through the man in the grey hat.

She suppressed her anger and asked through gritted teeth:

"What else?"

The man in the gray hat moved his fingers like claws and explained:

"Your Excellency the Duke, I want to ask if you need to watch Ernst Shivaash's speech video?"

"There's also a video version?!" Duke Caister's voice suddenly rose several degrees, "You still want me to watch the video version?!"

"Well, because the video has been circulated across the intercity network... and what he said does make some sense."

Just as Gray Hat was about to express his opinion on the speech, he was glared back at by Kaster with a murderous look, so he quickly made up for it:

"Oh, of course, you are definitely not interested in humanitarianism... I mean, uh... analyzing intelligence is something that you don't need to do yourself, Your Excellency the Duke. We will take care of it."

He bent down, looking terrified.

Obviously, he had some knowledge and experience, and knew that as long as he didn't look, Duke Caister's blood pressure would be in a quantum state. In a physical sense, she would definitely explode, but in a spiritual sense, Duke Caister would definitely be stubborn.

No, no, whose blood pressure is bursting? The Kaster family upholds elegance. Even if the wine glass contains their own burst blood, they should treat it as red wine!

It's a pity that the Duke of Caster is already old and ugly, otherwise his personality would be somewhat like that of a sissy.

Now I can only be a female old ghost.

It turns out that the Gray Hat's response was very effective. As expected, when he lowered his head and stopped looking at the Duke of Castor, the Duke of Castor, who was on the verge of exploding, immediately seemed to be wearing "camouflage sunglasses", his pearls stopped falling, his lips stopped biting, and even his temperature stopped turning red!

This fully demonstrates his mature political qualities and is definitely not some fake maturity that leads to three achievements in one year.

"I won't watch it." She said, her eyes flickering with divine light, and finally turning into a bit of helplessness, "Now that things have come to this, what will it matter if I watch it? We've been set up, what else can we do?"

"Should we save this person?"

Duke Caister nodded and said, "Of course we must save him."

"No matter what Ernst Shivaash's plan was, whether he received the Duke of Wellington's gold pounds because he got the information that I was interested in the residents of Londinium, or whether he really cared about the civilians in Londinium out of humanitarianism, at least he didn't do anything too extreme."

"This speech, apart from gaining him some political reputation and international prestige, is at most a distraction from our plans. No matter what, we are the ones who are saving lives."

The credit for saving people was only diluted, not erased. What Duke Kaster had to do now was not to find a way to take back the credit that Ernst had taken away, but to take action immediately to preserve the remaining credit.

You know, once Ernst's speech was released, other dukes, organizations, and even those royalists who had already become insignificant in Victoria would have the opportunity to take action - although the political significance was weakened, the social significance was greatly enhanced.

Isn’t what people like most to see the government do some “good things” that are not in their own interests regardless of the cost?

For example, spending hundreds of millions to save a pet dog from a minefield. For example, some crazy animal protection advocates that "building two fewer aircraft carriers can feed stray cats and dogs across the country."

This may seem "humane", but it is totally against the interests of the people. Normally, politicians will make promises and implement them for votes, let alone now.

The Grand Dukes all wanted to be kings and hegemons, and the reputation of "savior" was not something they would fight to the death for, but there was no reason not to take it. The Royalists needed the support of the general public the most.

And they could even do it - who else would be more familiar with Londinium than the royalists? The underground pipes of that mobile city are intricate, what if the royalists really have some secret passages?

The Duke of Castor didn't even dare to think about it. It took more than 20 years to dig out the emperor's roots in the hearts of ordinary people. If the royalists really succeeded in this, how much trouble would she have on the road to the chair in Londinium.

At this point, Kaster has gone from being the "only lifesaver" to being the "if you don't save him, someone else will."

She had to do something.

"Then should we still only save the nobles?"

Gray Hat asked again.

This time, the Duke of Caister shook his head.

"Save them all."

She had no choice.

If before, she could still hide behind the scenes, saving only the nobles, and then using these rescued children to privately make deals and negotiate favors with the families behind them, now, she must stand up.

If I don't step forward to claim the credit, will I just sit back and watch the people praise an unsung hero?

The Duke of Castor is not so selfless.

She had been cheated for no apparent reason, so naturally she had to maximize the value of the remaining merits.

She wants to build a reputation as the "Benevolent Duke"!

And if she doesn't save the civilians, wouldn't her character be ruined before she even gets established?

"But there are so many people..." Gray Hat asked the question again.

This time, the Duke of Caster's answer was even more direct:

"Gray Hat has let me down enough lately."

Gray Hat stopped talking immediately and changed the subject.

"But with so many people... they were all rescued. This really shows the Duke's kindness and strength."

He started to brag.

"It's not that the Duke can't do it, it's just that the Duke doesn't want to do it. Now the Duke wants to make a 180-degree turn and become a... humanitarian and benevolent Duke. Then saving these few people won't be a problem! Just leave it to me!"

Duke Caister felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell why. He could only watch the man in the gray hat run away from the lounge.

After briefly gathering her thoughts, she silently picked up the bottle on the table and poured herself a glass of out-of-print Gallic wine. The fragrant wine swirled and flowed in the goblet, just like blood, intoxicating.

This is an indispensable wine at all aristocratic wine parties and is also a prop that symbolizes their status.

The previous ones who drank "blood" were called blood demons, but they were more civilized. They also drank "blood", but they were called nobles.

"Ernst Shivaash."

The front page of the newspaper that was first placed on the table had bold letters indicating Film's identity.

A young man who looked 70% similar to Enthiotis but had softer edges and was younger stood in front of the podium. His impassioned speech was frozen in an instant and then presented to the Duke of Caister in black and white print.