People in Terra, governing a weird little country

The great man once proposed a diplomatic policy that consisted of only “three words” but was incisive and profound.

"One-sided."

Ernst took a deep breath and uttered these three words.

He raised his head, looked at the stunned Silver Gray, and nodded slowly but firmly:

"Please tell Duke Kast that I'm very sorry. The office of the Kjerag government, Tukarim City, is being renovated by Columbia Rhine Life and the Kjerag government's engineering department. In order to prevent her good impression of Kjerag from being damaged and to prevent the appearance of not taking good care of foreign guests, Kjerag will be allowed to postpone this visit. Please express my sincere gratitude to Duke Kast for caring about the people of Kjerag and my deep apologies for not being able to receive her in person."

"But..." Enthyotis pursed his lips, looked at Ernst deeply, and finally nodded.

His younger brother often does things that leave him dumbfounded and makes decisions that seem incomprehensible to him.

But the results later often prove that he is right.

After several failures and lessons learned, as well as trust in the Snow Leopard brothers, Enthiotis finally chose to trust Ernst's judgment.

"I'll pass it on."

He said, even acting like an elder brother, patting Ernst on the shoulder and comforting him,

“Don’t put too much pressure on yourself.”

Ernst raised his head with emotion and looked at Enchiodis.

"The worst that can happen is that you step down and I take over."

Ernst's moved expression froze.

Damn you, I thought you, this heartless snow leopard, had changed your personality!

He said to Enthiotis three times in a bad mood: "Climb, climb, climb!" But Enthiotis showed no intention of leaving.

It wasn't until he noticed the strange look in Enthiotis's eyes that Ernst reacted.

Okay, this is the office of Kalan Trading, and I should be the one to leave.

Rolling his eyes, Ernst stood up and walked out of the office under the gaze of Enthiotis.

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

"Vina, do me a favor."

As soon as he returned to the one-story government office building that was marked with red words, Ernst immediately stopped Vina who was passing by.

"Help me draft a personal letter to the Duke of Windermere."

"But shouldn't the handwritten letter be written by yourself?" Vina asked in confusion. Ernst gave her a death stare.

After a moment, Ernst, who was the first to lose his temper, explained under the gaze of Vina, who was already showing an awkward and apologetic smile:

"The purpose of a handwritten letter is to show that the letter represents your own will. It doesn't matter whether you wrote it yourself."

He reached out and pushed Vina into the Foreign Minister's office, then said:

"The content is very simple. Tell the Duke of Windermere that the Duke of Caister wanted to win over Kjerag and even offered 200 million to bribe my useless brother in order to meet me. However, I flatly rejected his shameless lobbying, and Caister's conspiracy was ruined. Well, that's about it. Remember to modify it with the tone and rhetoric of a Victorian aristocrat. Try to show my firmness and Caister's cunning."

Because it was a private email, there was no need to worry about the Duke of Castor seeing it. Ernst did not need to care too much about the Duke of Castor's face, and there was no need to find a lot of reasons like the previous rejection. It was better to try to make the Duke of Windermere happy.

As for why I want Vina to write for me.

Of course, it’s because of Vina’s old Victorian Union Jack identity. Apart from anything else, her writing is excellent, which can be regarded as the pinnacle of Kjerag’s liberal arts.

If she hadn't become the Foreign Minister, it would have been a good choice for her to shine as the Propaganda Minister.

It’s definitely not because Ernst was too lazy to write himself, and his handwriting was so ugly.

After the content was explained, Vina did not start writing immediately, which made Ernst a little confused and guilty.

Is it really a bit too much to brag about yourself like this? Actually, I was hesitant just now. Damn, I was originally quite shameless, but you looked at me with a shameless look, which was like giving me half of your face, which made me feel quite embarrassed.

Ernst controlled his expression, smacked his lips, and asked, "What's wrong, Vina? Is there something you don't understand?"

"No...no." Vina shook her head quickly. After a moment of silence, she took the initiative to ask, "Ernst, are you rejecting the Duke of Kaster?"

"Yeah, what's the matter? Others don't have such a headache as me." Ernst nodded in affirmation.

What happened? Nothing. I just felt happy to see my aunt get humiliated.

Veena lied.

She was not only happy now, she was even moved.

To be honest, Vina had been worried about this day ever since the day she came to Kjerag and became the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

Especially after Ernst began to build relationships with Victoria's great nobles, she had a premonition that sooner or later she might come up against her aunt, the famous Duke of Castor, the culprit who had her father hanged.

What will happen then?

Would he be unable to resist picking up a hammer and a pickaxe to chop open Kaster's head? Or would he just pretend to be nobody and beg Kaster not to recognize him?

Or, what should she do if her identity is exposed by Kaister?

She never dared to think about these questions thoroughly, but she knew that this was something she had to face.

And now, Ernst gave her a shot in the arm with a "rejection".

Although this only delays the arrival of that day, what Vina needs most is time.

She really needed time to think clearly about herself and everything about herself.

precipitation!

Filled with apologies for having kept the matter a secret from Ernst until now, as well as heartfelt gratitude and emotion, Vina picked up her pen and completed this beautifully worded "personal letter" with absolutely perfect prose and rhetoric.

She put down her pen and stood up.

Ernst walked forward, wanting to take the letter and appreciate the literary achievements of his foreign minister.

But before he could react, he was wrapped entirely in a thick down jacket and fluffy blonde hair.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Vina's voice rang in his ears. Ernst's heartbeat quickened a little as he could feel the fullness of people's hearts even through his down jacket.

"Vina?"

He tried to call out with some trembling.

But Vina didn't seem to have any intention of letting go of her hands immediately, and she even tightened her arms around Ernst's chest.

Ernst could only sigh slightly and sigh silently in his heart:

"You are testing my weakness."

"There are bad people among the crowd!"

Chapter 138 Windermere: Have fun and think at the same time

The Dukedom of Windermere, Lyingarden, headquarters.

Daphne waved the envelope in his hand and walked into the Duke of Windermere's office, calling out:

"Mom, there's a letter for you!"

Amferlis, who was reviewing the border friction report in her hand, turned around and immediately showed a kind smile on her face. She rubbed Daphne's head and took the letter from her hand:

"Who sent it?"

"It was sent from Kjerag, saying it was a letter from Ernst himself."

"Handwritten letter?" Ampherice Windermere hesitated for a moment and said to herself, "Do I need to find a translator?"

Of course, this is just a joke. Although Ernst's Victorian English is not ideal, if he can't speak it, can he still write it? As a student who has gone through the college entrance examination, dumb English can be said to be one of the necessary basic skills.

The Duke of Windermere obviously understood that a handwritten letter was not necessarily written by the hand. Ernst had a descendant of Aslan by his side, so it was impossible for him to write something abstract and incomprehensible.

What she was more curious about was why that boy suddenly wrote to her?

The Duke of Windermere had already seen the speech he delivered in the Dukedom of Wellington. From a personal perspective, it was well said. But objectively speaking, that speech did put pressure on all the Grand Dukes, including her.

Now he has written me a personal letter? What? He wants me to go to Londinium and get some people out?

It's not impossible. But she has other plans.

In her opinion, saving people is only a temporary solution. As long as the Sarkaz occupy the city, the citizens of Londinium will not have a good life. And no matter how the Grand Dukes save people, they can't evacuate all the people.

If, like Duke Kaster, only a small number of people were evacuated, the Sarkaz might not stop them because they were short of manpower and couldn't find a passage, so they would give the Duke face and not stop him. But if more people were rescued, even a fool would know how to take precautions.

Therefore, the only solution to the Londinium problem is to cut the roots!

She has already begun contacting other Grand Dukes, intending to take the lead in organizing a joint action for the Grand Dukes to march towards Londinium and drive the Sarkaz out of the city once and for all.

It’s not that direct rescue is impossible, but it’s more cost-effective to expel all the Sarkaz without leaving a single one!

As Ampheris thought about it, she picked up the letter opener on the table, peeled off the sealing wax on the envelope, and took out the letter inside. Daphne also came over and read with Ampheris.

[Dear Duke of Windermere, your friend Ernest Shivaash sends his regards.]

The content of the letter is simple.

Ernst first denounced the Kast bandits for being powerful and bullying the small and weak people of Kjerag, and also wanted to test the cadres with a huge sum of 2 million yuan, in order to corrode the firm father-son...mother-son relationship between him and the Duke of Windermere, which was like a general's relationship.

He then explained how he firmly resisted the enemy's shameless temptation, defeated the greed in his heart, and resolutely rejected the Duke of Castor's request for a visit.

Finally, I asked about the health of Ampherisse Windermere and Delphine Windermere, and the recovery of Mr. Kent.

The content seems to be quite complete, and the writing is fluent and the words are gorgeous. If we leave out the two people, Ernst and Duke of Castor, Amphillis feels that if we expand it, it can even be used to write a short story.

But to be honest, it seems like nothing was said?

Dai Feien was completely confused. Although she was in a good mood because she was concerned about her friend whom she hadn't seen for a long time, she didn't see what she wanted to see.

For example, Ernst suggested that she go to Kjerag again.

As for Anfilis, she pondered for a moment, seemed to realize something, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

As a veteran who has been working in Victorian politics for decades, how could she not know what Ernst was hinting at?

"For the sake of our friendship, I even refused the 200 million gold pounds that the Duke of Castle offered me!" This was Ernst expressing his loyalty to her... Well, in a proper diplomatic environment of equality, it should be a gesture of goodwill.

You can question the Duke of Caster's character, and you can question her intentions, but you cannot deny that the Duke of Caster is rich!

The Duke of Wellington's advantage is his reputation, the Duke of Windermere's advantage is his military force, and the Duke of Caster's advantage is his money, rich!

And Ernst confiscated the rich woman's money, which was enough to make Windermere feel happy.

Yes, that's right, I was right about you! I just like to see the Duke of Caster get humiliated!

But next time if you need money, you can just ask directly. As a border dukedom with huge military needs, Windermere Duchy can also change some old channels and purchase metal ores from Kjerag instead. This saves me from having to think about it while I am happy.

"Mom?" Dai Finn looked at his mother with some curiosity, who was in a dilemma.

Amphillis spread out the letter and looked at Daphne. Knowing what she wanted to ask, she explained directly:

"Dai Feien, you are going to be a duke in the future. Although mom doesn't want to put too much pressure on you, since the timing is right, I will teach you some tricks first."

She pointed to the letter paper on the desk.

"In the future, if you come across this kind of document, if it is of high literary value, then you should focus on the numbers mentioned in it."

She shrugged.

"If, on the other hand, it lists a bunch of numbers that make you fall asleep at first glance, then you should focus on the text before the numbers."

Dai Feien nodded, not quite understanding, and then immediately asked:

"What if it's not very literary and the numbers aren't that high?"

Amphillis smiled and patted her head. With her other hand, she opened the drawer, took out a replica gun, and handed it to Daphne:

"If that's the case, you should put a gun to the head of the person who wrote the letter and tell him to go back and rewrite it. Since when has the report document submitted to a duke been so perfunctory? You should teach your subordinates a lesson, otherwise how can you establish your prestige?"

Dai Finn looked at the gun in his hand and nodded thoughtfully.

Amphillis nodded with satisfaction, not impatient, but just read the letter sent by Ernst again and murmured:

"It's definitely not a handwritten letter. It was probably written by Miss Vina."

She thought for a moment and said: