People in Terra, governing a weird little country

[Grateful, touched, grateful, in the midst of chaos, Victoria deserves the title of the leader of the civilized world! ]

[Thousands of rescued teachers and students held a thanksgiving ceremony at the Duke of Caister's Palace today, praying for Prime Minister Kjerag and the Duke of Caister's humanitarian actions! ]

[Kaster and Shivaash, an emotional battle between brothers! ——Red Wine News Daily Fun Facts]

In the Mercedes-Benz car, Ernst put down the newspapers in his hands contentedly:

"Two of the three reports mentioned my name. The Duke of Caister must be feeling bad."

Xinteleya's face was also filled with a smile of amazement. After hearing Ernst's words, she blinked in confusion:

"Aren't there three of the four articles? And what about the wine newspaper?"

"What the Red Wine Report reports is not news." Ernst said sternly, as if changing his face in Sichuan opera. "If they tell a single word of truth, their news reports would win the Pulitzer Prize!"

"Ah?" Xinteleya opened her mouth wide, her face full of surprise.

Ernst looked at her in surprise and asked:

"Aren't you from Casimir? Haven't you read the Red Wine News?"

"I have seen it. But I didn't know it was fake." Xinteleya replied.

Ernst was puzzled. "How could that be? Aren't all the above contents outrageous? Last time I even saw a report saying that the Grand Knight had an affair with Mayenna's father, so the Grand Knight is actually a widow."

"That does sound outrageous." Jeston, who was very conscious of sitting in the front seat so he didn't end up under the car like I should have, commented sharply.

But Xinteleya shook her head: "I didn't watch that episode, but most people probably don't care. It's just for fun."

She even became a little sad as she spoke: "Besides, I haven't been reported by the Red Wine News, so how do I know they have been telling lies?"

Yes, if Xinteleya could be reported by the Red Wine News, she would not be an 18th-tier knight.

As we all know, the Red Wine News only selects popular topic figures, and being the subject of gossip by them is even a symbol of status.

"By the way, what is the Pulitzer Prize?" Jeston asked curiously.

He could tell from Ernst's semantics that the complaint was probably a satire on the Red Wine Newspaper for never telling the truth, but he really had no idea what the Pulitzer Prize was.

Some Kjerag dialect? Or an award?

Ernst also realized that he had said something wrong, but fortunately it was not something important, so he casually said:

"I will mention a journalism award in the History of the Nations of Ersle later. It means an award for journalists or authors who specialize in exposing those bitter, sarcastic, and deliberately hidden truths."

Perhaps because she had just experienced a battle for credit, Xinteleya was particularly sensitive and immediately proposed:

"What if someone uses this award to fabricate facts and make up rumors for 'sarcasm'?"

Ernst looked at her in surprise and nodded:

"Yes, so whether it's a policy, a bill, or an award that seems to be worthy of support at first glance, in the final analysis, the object of execution and the object of execution are both people."

"But people are fickle. They are so strange. They have two parallel eyes, but they rarely look at people equally. They have two ears, but they often only listen to one side of the story. They have only one mouth, but they always say two-sided things."

"So no matter what time it is, no matter how perfect the system you have established seems, and no matter how persuasive the force you use to ensure that it can be implemented, we must ultimately focus on people - only by not forgetting our original intention can we achieve our goals."

This is probably why, no matter how boring the ideological classes are, and no matter how troublesome and tricky the annual ideological level assessments are, they cannot be stopped.

Since it is impossible to stamp ideological imprints on everyone, this is almost the cheapest but most effective way of ideological education.

Seeing Xinteleya nodded thoughtfully, Ernst felt a little relieved.

Their makeshift team is also growing in a real way.

Vina, who had her first trip abroad and understood how difficult diplomacy was; Hinterea, whose fighting power was about the same as that of an Actor, but who knew how to flexibly use the art of language to make herself invincible; Lola, who had made great progress in engineering and was able to build Kjerag's first "city" together with a great banshee; and Joyce from the Ministry of Finance, who worked hard and stayed in her office almost every day, but was the cornerstone of the government that neither Ernst nor anyone else could ignore.

In addition to this trip, the three people who have been recruited, Jeston, Anmer, and Lavshini, who promised to go to Kjerag with the "reward" from Duke Wellington, everything is getting closer and closer to being on the right track.

Of course, the most important thing is yourself.

Ernst also gradually became familiar with how to participate in the big chess game of Terra as the head of a small country and gain more benefits.

"Let's get back to the topic. Our next destination should be Xiosta."

Ernst thought silently after taking a look at the map in his hand.

Xiosta, an independent city-state bordering the Krasd Inland Sea.

In this era dominated by "national politics", Xiosta still stubbornly maintains the form of a city-state, and has successfully emerged in modern times as a city with new concepts such as "music", "ocean", and "holiday tourism".

Although he is different from Kjerag in many ways, he is still an excellent example for Kjerag to learn from.

In other words, if Ernst wanted to build a wealthy, neutral welfare state like Switzerland, then Xiosta and Lateran were the predecessors he could not avoid and had to visit in person.

And, it's not just that.

Ernst has deeper thoughts and ideas about the cooperation between Xiosta and Kjerag, and even the future of Lateran. In addition to the field investigation, this trip was more about discussing the possibility in detail with Mayor Hermann of Xiosta.

As soon as Ernst finished speaking, Hinterea became excited.

She had experienced so many things along the way that she almost forgot her original purpose!

Xiosta!

A city by the sea!

Resort!

Water park, cool swimwear, seaside surfing, Ferris wheel cabin under the setting sun, and double scoops of ice cream fed to your mouth!

This is life, this is romance, this is her ultimate killer spot!

As early as the day she arrived in Colombia, she secretly went to the travel agency to pre-purchase two tickets for Xiosta Water Park while Ernst was not paying attention. Because it was the off-season, she only needed 25 Colombian gold tickets to enjoy the entire Xiosta water facilities!

Thinking that by then, the entire water park would be deserted, with only Ernst and her. They could play all the entertainment without waiting in line. They could eat Xiosta's specialties that would be out of stock during the peak season in the shopping street, and eat marshmallows together in the empty Obsidian Park while watching the sun sink into the Krasd Inland Sea.

She wanted to jump up, raise her arms and shout:

“Wuhu has never had such a wonderful start!”

An irrepressible silly smile appeared on his face, which made Ernst, who was sitting next to him, look confused.

What's going on? There's no need to be so excited about going to Xiostar.

Although the scenery of the Sea of ​​​​Sistakrasde can indeed be ranked in the top ten of the Terra tourist destinations, but...

There is nothing to do in Xiosta this season.

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

"Dad, I'm back."

Looking at the three-story building in front of him, Ceylon felt relieved from the bottom of his heart.

Only at this moment could she finally relax - she had indeed been rescued, free from the Sarkaz, free from Londinium, and free from the school that had become a prison.

At the same time, she was deeply moved.

If it weren't for the appeal made by Ernst Shivaash, and if it weren't for the benevolent Duke of Caister who immediately chose to take action after receiving the appeal, she, a commoner who was not a Victorian noble, didn't know how long she would have been trapped in that city.

They are all my saviors.

Especially Ernst Shivaash. Ceylan thanks him from the bottom of his heart.

The Duke of Castor is one of the Grand Dukes of Victoria. Londinium is the capital of Victoria, the National University of Victoria is a school of Victoria, and his students are students of Victoria, so they should be closely related to her.

In people's minds, her action is more of an obligation. Although it is justice, it is a belated justice.

Ernst, a true “disinterested person”, stood up and spoke out for Londinium when everyone turned a blind eye to their plight. How rare is that!

In particular, the rescuers were strangely repeating in various ways during the process of transferring them out: "It was the Duke of Castor who saved you." This was in contrast to Ernst's behavior of hiding his achievements and fame after the students were transferred out, and not accepting any interviews from reporters or the media. This gave most people a strange and awkward feeling.

The Duke of Castor pretended to be Prime Minister Ernst and took the credit?

I don’t know what other people are thinking, but this feeling subconsciously emerged in Ceylon’s mind.

Fortunately, no matter what, it's all over.

Looking at the open door, his father running out, and Hei following behind his father, Ceylon's face showed a long-lost smile from the heart.

She let go of the suitcase and hugged her two family members, not separating for a long time.

........

At dinner, Herman Dolkos looked at Ceylon, who had been telling them about what she had seen and heard at school for almost an hour, with some distress. He reached out and rubbed his daughter's head.

"You've worked hard at school. Just take a good rest at home during this time."

But unexpectedly, Ceylon shook his head firmly this time and said, "No, Dad, I want to go to Kjerag!"

Hermann was slightly stunned, but soon understood Ceylan's idea.

Yes, even he felt a surge of emotion when he saw Ernst's speech video.

Although he realized immediately that there might be deeper reasons behind Ernst's actions, no matter what, his daughter's rescue was closely related to him.

It was only natural that Ceylon would want to go to Kjerag to meet his savior.

But, maybe this is God's will?

Herman Dolkers shook his head. "No, thanks."

"Why, Dad, I want to meet Ernst, I want to thank him." Ceylon said puzzled.

Herman smiled and said, "I'm not stopping you from thanking your savior. In fact, I have to thank him too."

"But you don't need to go to Kjerag."

He glanced at Hei, and as if he had expected it, Hei took out a letter from the bodyguard's black suit jacket and handed it to Ceylon, saying:

"Miss, Prime Minister Ernst is on his way."

"He's come to Xiosta."

PS: The pool is over, and I got Viviana by single draw!

The battle ended with 236 draws. Fortunately, I didn’t get the guaranteed draw in the end.

The weather has dropped significantly in temperature, everyone remember to keep warm. I caught a cold today and just woke up at this hour.

Chapter 131 Herman's Shock

End of July 1094.

Xiosta.

There is no sunshine.

The beach and the sea breeze are so cold that they can kill you.

Ocean waves are guaranteed to cause hypothermia.

In general, it was a good day for the Terrans. Although the water park was basically closed for maintenance, the shopping streets were deserted, the sea in Krasdene was cloudy and the sun was not visible, and the beach swimwear store was selling winter clothes. But at least, there were no natural disasters, no tsunamis, and no giants shouting Tata coming from the other side of the sea.

Just as the Colombian travel agency said, now is the absolute off-season for tourism in Xiosta.

"I'm going to call and report them, they're a scam!"

Ernst couldn't understand what Hintleya had been mumbling to herself since she got off the bus. She refused to say anything when he asked her.

Jeston, on the other hand, had an "I understand, I understand" expression on his face, and explained seriously:

"Maybe Xiosta is a little different from what she remembered."

He understood the feeling of a huge gap between reality and psychology the most. This was the confidence he gained from changing more than a dozen jobs after being rejected by Ernst once.

Ernst was also helpless and asked, "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

If you had told me earlier...there's nothing I could do.

"The peak tourist season in Xiosta usually starts in June, reaches its peak in July and August, and starts to decline in September, which means it is basically locked in the summer."

"In the summer, when the weather is hot, the tides in the Krasd Inland Sea will be more violent and frequent. At that time, Xiosta will hold the Obsidian Music Festival, inviting many famous musicians from Terra to Xiosta. A two-month Obsidian Carnival will be held on the beach, water park, Obsidian Square and the streets of Xiosta. Visitors can enjoy music anywhere, play rare water entertainment projects in Terra, experience Xiosta's customs and culture, taste local specialties, and buy their favorite specialties."

"These are all written in the Xiosta Travel Guide, Xintelaiya, haven't you read it?"

Xinteleya never thought that such an ordinary question would have such a heart-wrenching effect.

Hasn't she seen it?

Of course she had. Although the travel agencies in Colombia are unscrupulous, they are not so unscrupulous as not to give you a travel brochure if you ask.