People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"Daifen, are you interested in going to Kjerag again?"

"Eh?" Dai Feien was stunned when he was suddenly called. After realizing what was happening, he nodded impatiently, "Okay!"

"Be more reserved. Be more presentable." Amphillis reminded.

Dai Feien coughed and nodded reluctantly: "If it is the order of mother, I will do it no matter how bitter and cold the place is."

"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll prepare the gifts later. As for the reason, just say that the Duke of Windermere congratulates Tukarim City on its reconstruction."

Amphillis smiled.

The city of Tukarim was rebuilt, which was the reason Ernst used to refuse the Duke of Caister's visit.

Amphillis had wanted to go there in person. But the work at the beginning of the year was really busy, and there were many important matters to be dealt with at the headquarters, so she couldn't leave. In addition, Ernst's rejection of the Duke of Caster really made her very happy, so there was no need for her to visit in person at this time and put Ernst on the spot.

Then just send Daifen. Anfeilis had already seen that Daifen wanted to go find Ernst.

As for how much this gift is.

The beginning of the year is the most stressful time for the Duke's finances. After all, the financial statements and budget for the year need to be checked and drawn up. Even as a duke, Amphillis cannot ask her subordinates to redo the budget they have just made on the spot.

This is somewhat tormenting to those hardworking financial officers.

Therefore, the amount of money cannot be too high, and it has to go into her private account.

Duke Caister paid 200 million? So little? It was really unlike her style. Amphillis thought that with Caister's generosity, it was entirely possible to add a zero to the end.

But since Ernst had mentioned two million, Windermere was happy to save the money.

In line with the principle of disgusting the Duke of Caster in every aspect, Amphillis naturally had to give more.

"Five million, maybe."

Chapter 139: Rhodes Island, a Large Laborer

Ernst still did not know how Windermere would react after receiving the handwritten letter. He was faced with several more troublesome problems.

"Mr. Ernst, can you help recruit some Kjeragers to deal with those... on the Matterhorn?"

Christen's voice was still trembling, and she didn't even mention the word "corpse" directly.

Ernst really didn't expect that a scientist could be so frightened by the scene. He thought that someone like Christen should have a strong psychological endurance.

After all, the last time Ms. Nasti came to do field research, she climbed all the way to the top of the mountain without even changing her expression. She looked calm and composed.

"Don't talk about Nastie!"

It would have been fine if she hadn't mentioned it, but as soon as she did, Christen felt a sharp pain in her brain.

Kristen said she had no racial discrimination tendencies, but she thought of the Sarkaz race as some Chinese sports students on the Internet. They said that falling from the 26th floor was not painful, that they punched through a 10-centimeter steel plate with their bare hands, and that they mocked Wu Song's fighting against the tiger with a sliding tackle. If sports students are mostly about playing memes and making jokes, then Sarkaz are really unusual!

People really cannot be compared with each other.

"Can the Sarkaz's psychological endurance be the same as ours? Mr. Ernst, I almost lost two excellent clerks because of this. They have every right to complain and ask you to pay for mental damages for not clearly explaining the conditions of the construction site."

"Shouldn't it be lost wages?"

Ernst complained quietly. But he still apologized with an apologetic look on his face:

"This is my mistake."

Although most of the responsibility should be on Nasty, whose psychological endurance is completely different from that of ordinary people, she will not die if she apologizes. Kristen at least saved her a sum of money for mental damages, and she obviously lost money in contracting this big project, so she should save some face.

"I'll arrange someone to handle it." Ernst promised.

This is not a difficult task. Colombians are short-sighted and make a fuss, but the Kjerag are staunch theists, and Yelagund bless us, we are not afraid of this.

Besides, everyone is used to it. Over the thousands of years of Kjerag, even if there was only one criminal per year, there would be thousands of people being hanged. Not to mention, how could there be only one criminal?

Putting aside other things, the Great Elder dared to openly let Ernst accept the trial of the Holy Stone. Is he some kind of pioneer?

Apparently not. Like he said, it's "tradition".

Before Ernst, it is unknown how many others died in this tradition.

But not everyone has Ernst's luck, to be able to encounter the time when Yelagund wakes up, and to attract Yelagund's attention and make Him appear.

The Matterhorn is just a microcosm. It is the highest mountain in Kjerag and has no religious significance, so it is the one with the most people hanging on it. It does not mean that there are no such people hanging on other mountains.

The people of Kjerag are simple and honest. Maybe one day when you look up while walking on the road, you will see your ancestors fluttering in the wind, and you may even say hello.

The most difficult problem for Ernst was the "transportation problem" raised by Christen.

"You and Nastie discussed using aircraft to transport supplies. To be honest, I can understand your idea, but I must say that this is a bit taken for granted."

When it comes to the field she is best at, Christen's words become sharper and more decisive.

"I can say that I know the development status of aircraft in this land best. In my opinion, aircraft are still far from being able to achieve the technology for long-distance, large-capacity commercial transportation."

"To be honest, even if a flying vehicle carries people, it still carries a great risk."

Ernst frowned, a little unconvinced: "Really? Why are you so sure?"

Christen looked at him deeply, confirming that Ernst did not mean to offend him. He probably really didn't know, so he simply replied:

"My parents died in an aircraft accident."

"........Feel sorry."

"Nothing." Kristen waved her hand, in a nonchalant tone, "For me, instead of mourning for them, it's better to inherit their wishes. To truly explore the sky of Terra."

For some reason, Ernst vaguely felt that Christen's seemingly casual words seemed to carry a deep obsession.

Is this why she was willing to take over the Matterhorn Dome even at the cost of a clear loss?

Ernst never thought that obsession was bad. It was admirable for a person to work hard for his dream. If possible, Ernst hoped to see the day when Christen's dream of flying came true.

But dreams are dreams, and people always live in reality. If the method of transporting building materials by large aircraft is rejected, then the only means of transportation that can be adopted seem to be roads or railways.

Railways are definitely not an option. Just because Kjerag is not affected by natural disasters doesn't mean that people outside Kjerag are not affected either. If a railway line is laid to the wasteland outside, Kjerag will definitely not be able to afford the maintenance costs alone.

As we all know, railways are money-losing in any country. They can only bring hidden benefits.

But for roads, that is, vehicle transportation...

"Rhine Life can be responsible for the construction material channels, but transportation is not within the scope of the contract. I can give you a suggestion. Look for your friends. Tukarim doesn't need much construction materials. If you have a landship, transportation will be easy to solve."

Although Kristen doesn't pay much attention to politics, it doesn't mean she knows nothing.

After its rise, Rhine Life was also required by the military to conduct research and development of some military projects. However, compared with those military enterprises that were obviously exposed, Rhine Life was much purer. With Saria as the finisher to take care of the aftermath, there was no suspicious tail left. Therefore, it did not attract the attention of other countries.

Christen knew very well that Ernst had several "friends".

For example, the lord of the place where he gave a speech not long ago, the Duke of Wellington.

As long as we can rent a civilian land-based ship, the transportation problem of building materials can be perfectly solved. As for the aircraft, it can be used as an auxiliary and subsequent scientific research station research.

Ernst nodded.

This is narrow-minded of his.

After all, he is not a native of this country. In Ernst's way of thinking, the volume and speed of road transportation are definitely not as good as those of railway and sea transportation. So when considering the transportation of large-volume and large-quantity items such as building materials, he subconsciously passed by road.

But Terra is different from Earth. Terra’s road transportation has powerful weapons - land ships, high-speed warships, and even mobile cities!

Landship, as the name suggests, is a ship that runs on land, which is the ship with the largest transportation volume when rounded off!

As long as we can get a land ship to help, the problem of transportation will not be a problem at all!

But unlike what Christen thought, Ernst's first reaction was not to ask a great Victorian noble like the Duke of Wellington or the Duke of Windermere to borrow a landspeeder.

Let’s not talk about whether others will lend you such a national treasure. Even if they really lend it to you, would Ernst dare to drive it?

Kjerag is the vital passage between the three countries. Once the landships with the seals of the two Grand Dukes of Victoria arrive at Kjerag, it would be like putting a knife on the necks of the other two countries, and Casimir and Leithania would inevitably react.

Ernst didn't want to replicate the glorious achievements of the Sarkaz, building a city to attract a wave of coalition forces. In the end, the city was gone, and the people were gone.

By then, Yelagund would not be able to save them. Didn't you see that the fighting power of the Sarkaz Royal Court was so strong that it could defeat the Chronological Behemoth, but Kazdel was demolished without any effort.

What he was thinking about was whether there was a friendly force that had little to do with the various forces, but happened to own a landship and had the opportunity to cooperate, and could take on this commission.

Coincidentally, following the clue, Ernst actually found one in his mind.

"Rhode Island!"

PS: The cold hasn’t healed yet, but the fever has gone away.

Chapter 140: The Magical Organization: What kind of company is Rhodes Island?

Wilderness, Rhode Island.

Every time she stood on the bridge deck of this land cruiser, Kal'tsit would recall the past.

The rise and fall of Kazdel, of course, one of them was even done by her own hands.

People come and go in the Tower of Babel, and of course the Doctor was even stuffed back into the sarcophagus by her own hands.

And Theresa's voice, appearance and smile. Of course, Kal'tsit even hated her own function because she failed to protect her and failed to take revenge on the doctor who was suspected of killing Theresa.

hiss--

When I think about it carefully, it seems that there is nothing worth remembering about the past.

Forget it, I don't want to.

The coffee in the mug in my hand ripples with the glow of the sunset under the evening breeze. The heat has gradually dissipated, along with the dreams of the past.

The era of the Tower of Babel has ended, and the era of Rhodes Island has just begun. Theresa left a message for her, hoping that she, a wandering traveler on earth, could regard Rhodes Island as her home, so she vowed:

"I will protect everything in Rhodes Island!"

"Dr. Kelsey, you are here."

Amiya's cute childish voice, which had not yet gone through the voice change period, came from behind. Just the sound of her footsteps could make people feel the heaviness in her heart.

"We haven't received enough orders from the trade war today. If this continues, Rhode Island may not be able to hold on."

Kal'tsit silently took a sip of the cold, bitter coffee in the cup.

“Well, as long as we don’t stop operating, it will be considered a success.”

She turned around and looked at Amiya, her calm face showing no signs of panic, as if everything was within her expectations and there was nothing to be afraid of:

"It's okay, Amiya, I'll find a way."

Her tone was firm, but her heart was not as firm as she said.

Rhodes Island's main business at present is the research of mineralogy and the production and sale of inhibitors.

In fact, according to common sense, the medical industry should be a highly profitable industry anywhere, let alone an incurable disease like mineral sickness.

Perhaps many people would rationally think that since incurable diseases cannot be cured, they should just not be treated, which would save some money. But in reality, in real life, most people are willing to spend a lot of money to treat even a vegetative state, not to mention an incurable disease.

This does not even distinguish between the rich and the poor, or the class differences. This is the purest human nature. Animals feel sympathy for their own kind, so how can humans be an exception?

But capital and human nature have always been two unrelated words.

The market for mineral disease inhibitors is such a lucrative industry, it is impossible for it to remain vacant and wait for Rhodes Island to occupy it. The reality is that this industry has long been occupied and divided up by several established pharmaceutical companies. Rhodes Island, a rising force, can only eat up some of the market scraps from these established medical companies.

This has nothing to do with how high Rhodes Island's level is, and it has nothing to do with how high the price of Rhodes Island's inhibitors is. Even if Rhodes Island can shout "Kal'tsit has taken action and brought down the price of the Ore Sickness Inhibitor!", no one will buy her inhibitors.

Because there are no big channels.

The wealthy and nobles who could afford to buy inhibitors on a large scale did not trust Rhodes Island, a new company with low inhibitor prices, and would rather buy expensive products from established companies. In their eyes, the only disadvantage of expensive things was that they were expensive. The more expensive you were, the more reassured they would be.

Ordinary people and infected people who are willing to buy low-priced inhibitors don’t even know about Rhodes Island because of the competition and blockade between pharmaceutical companies. Even if they know, they may not be able to buy Rhodes Island drugs in local pharmacies. As ordinary people, they certainly don’t have the ability to buy inhibitors on a large scale. Considering the economic benefits, Rhodes Island can’t make a special trip to a city thousands of miles away for one or two injections of drugs - the cost of medicine is not as much as the shipping cost!

It seemed like a dead end, but Kal'tsit was indeed quite capable, and she provided a solution that would not offend anyone and had the highest probability of success.

She began to submit papers to major scientific journals based on her knowledge of Originium and the research materials left behind by her doctoral student as an Originium researcher before she was stuffed into the sarcophagus.

This move did help them break the pharmaceutical companies' propaganda blockade, because although the scientific and capital communities have related interests, they are not completely in the same boat.

You publish papers and write things, like Tremont's Science Weekly, they really publish! Even if the medical capital noticed these articles and wanted to pay to remove them or prohibit their further publication, the Tremont scientific community would not care about them.

Are you the president? The president protects Tremont. Every year when the vice president takes office, he has to visit Tremont. Who do you think you are? How dare you restrict me from publishing scientific papers? Are you giving me face?

It’s just that, although Kal’tsit has something, it’s really not much.

Although this method can indeed circumvent the blockade of pharmaceutical capital and establish Rhode Island's reputation as a "medical enterprise", the process required is very long.