People in Terra, governing a weird little country

Then, Yelagund gave the oracle, which was another ambiguous statement. As a god, Yelagund was not a 24-hour online game customer service. What if He happened to be away during the judgment of the Holy Stone? Who would give the oracle then?

Naturally, it is Manzhuyuan who has the authority to "interpret the will of the gods and speak on behalf of the gods."

Even if Manjuin did not forge the oracle, the fact that Yelagund did not respond could be interpreted as "the god was so angry that he didn't want to speak", or "is there any need to bother me with such things?" The final interpretation and judgment would naturally be left to Manjuin.

In addition, there are many possibilities. After all, Manzhuyuan is essentially a state power organ in religious guise, and everything it does is inherently sacred. At that time, even the slightest disturbance, such as a snow mountain feathered beast landing on the holy stone and flying away, can be interpreted as a result that is unfavorable to Ernst.

Anyway, everyone is superstitious, and no one can disprove it, so naturally no one will question it.

"That's why the first thing I did with the money was to invest in education."

Ernst sighed.

"I know this time it's definitely going to be dangerous, but I have no other choice."

In fact, the worst outcome Ernst anticipated was that he would be assassinated and attacked by the Kjerag people on the day the loan and mortgage was exposed. Now that he had the opportunity to have a trial, even if it was not a fair and just trial, he was already lucky.

"You guy... No wonder Yucatan said that liking Ernst, being a smart person, and supporting the Holy Stone Trial, these three conditions cannot appear in one person at the same time!"

Xu Ruth turned her head away and cursed angrily and helplessly,

"Actually, there are other ways... Ernst, come to Tukarim tonight, and I can arrange for you to follow a caravan to leave Kjerag and go to Columbia!"

"I won't go." Ernst rejected the proposal outright. "Once I escape to Colombia, I can never come back. Don't you understand?"

"But it's better than death, right?" Xu Lu was still a little stubborn, but Ernst reached out and covered her mouth.

"Why can't you say something good?" Ernst said helplessly, "For example, I can still believe that the great god Yelagund will appear."

"That's easy for you to say!" Xu Lu Si pulled his hand away and said angrily, "Who do you think you are? Even the Saint hasn't seen Lord Yelagund for such a long time. Why would Lord Yelagund appear for you alone?"

Ernst curled his lips: "That's not necessarily true."

"What do you mean by not certain?" Xu Ruth really didn't understand where Ernst's confidence came from.

But Ernst shrugged his shoulders without explaining. He smiled and patted Hugh Ruth's head: "Not necessarily."

It is hard to say whether Enya has seen Yelagunde or whether Yelagunde will appear in person.

At least, in Ernst's impression, that god was a great god with the title "This is the woman who can be my mother".

The branch won’t break on the chameleon’s arm, and it’s time to start my first wave of side jumps!

Chapter 16: Shelagh Needs a Strong Man

Kjerag, Holy Mountain of Kalan, Holy Stone Square.

Legend has it that in ancient times, Yelagund created Kjerag to guide people to cultivate virtue and be good, and then fell into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, he found that Kjerag had undergone earth-shaking changes.

A tyrant ruled Kjerag at that time. He did not believe in Yelagund, but instead promoted his own evil cult. He imposed heavy taxes on his people and exploited them. He built a palace as tall as a mountain. As a result, the entire Snow Country was in dire straits, and many devout Yelagund believers were killed or injured.

Yelagund was furious and sent down a heavy snowstorm for a whole month, burying the tyrant and his palace alive. When the tyrant was overthrown and he accepted the worship of believers again, he was overwhelmed with sorrow when he saw that only one in ten believers were left, and he could not help but shed tears.

This tear turned into a holy stone, which fell on the palace buried by the snowstorm. In order to commemorate the miracle of Yelagund, the mountain where the tyrant's palace was once turned into a holy mountain was designated as a holy mountain, and the square where the holy stone was located also became a holy place for Kjerag, where grand holy hunting ceremonies were held every year, with incense flourishing.

Of course, the authenticity of the legend has always been a question. The only thing that can be confirmed is that the establishment time of Manzhuyuan was after the miracle happened, because they added a paragraph to the myth: the great Yelagund did not want a tyrant like Kjerag to appear again, so he sent devout and kind believers to form Manzhuyuan to manage Kjerag's affairs.

Ernst could only say that Manzhuyuan was always good at making up stories. They made up stories out of nothing, just like the Catholic Church said that God ordered the Pope to establish the Papal States to govern the affairs of the earth. But everyone knew what the truth was. Even if God really existed, at most he sent his son to the earth to be crucified once. As for the Pope and the Papal States, that was done by St. Peter and had nothing to do with God.

Of course, if the God you are talking about is the one called Hong Tianwang, one of Jesus’ brothers, then Ernst didn’t say that.

Thanks to Manzhuyuan's ability to make up stories, Ernst's journey to the Holy Mountain was also extremely difficult.

At six o'clock in the morning, Ernst, who had stayed in the office all night, walked out of the low bungalow at the chosen time and headed towards the Holy Mountain of Kalan.

The first city they passed was Tukarim. As Kjerag's only gateway to the outside world, the people here had been exposed to information from the outside world to some extent. They also believed in Yelagund, but their fanaticism was not as strong as before. Facing Ernst walking alone on the road, they just leaned out of the windows of the houses on both sides and looked at him with puzzled and pitying eyes, as if they were looking at a poor man who was about to die.

Rather than caring about Ernst's fate, they were more of indifferent spectators. They enjoyed the benefits of the modernization promoted by Enthiodis, so they consciously stood on a similar position with the Shivaash family. No one of them mocked them, but no one was willing to stand up and say a word.

Indifference is a common problem among urban residents, who have gradually become infected with this incurable disease.

Ernst walked this road silently. He knew that this was just the beginning.

Heading northeast along Tukarim is the undeveloped area that Ernst has pledged as collateral to the Magnus Bank.

This sparsely populated area in the past is now packed with people. Even though it is still early and the weather is still cold, it cannot stop the anger in people's hearts.

Seeing Ernst coming, the crowd instantly became excited. The leader was Gu Luo from the Perrochi family. He held a wooden sign and shouted angrily:

"Traitor! Ernst, you traitor! Don't even think about selling Kjerag's land!"

His roar was like opening the floodgates of a reservoir. In an instant, whole groups of people began to roar.

"This is the land that the great god Yelagunde gave us. Why are you selling it?"

"How could the Shivaash family produce a scum like you!"

"Both Enchiodis and the Saint Lady will be ashamed of you!"

"*Extremely ugly Kjerag swear words*"

This was the first time that Ernst experienced the meaning of the phrase "feeling like a thorn in the side".

Even if he had passed an area, the people in that area would still catch up with him, chase him to his side and in front of him, and continue to vent their anger. From time to time, things like stones, sand, and even fire sticks at home would fly out from the crowd and hit Ernst.

If Magnus Bank had not been well prepared and had not transferred a large number of security personnel from Colombia in advance to block the crowd at the scene, Ernst might have been caught up by some reckless man and beaten up several times.

It was not until they were about to leave the area around Tukarim that Ernst saw Luther Magnus on the road.

The big banker from Columbia looked at the embarrassed Ernst and sighed with some regret:

"I told you to listen to me a long time ago. How could these unruly people understand what development, pioneering, and the future are?"

He patted the replica gun on his waist, as if telling a truth:

"No matter how much you reason with them, they won't listen. This is the only thing they can understand."

But Ernst shook his head:

"This is something I had expected, Mr. Luthor."

"The people didn't do anything wrong. From their perspective, they were just protecting the land."

Luther smacked his lips:

"In such a stupid way?"

Ernst nodded. "Yes. And, Mr. Luther, you should be thankful for their stupidity. If they were Colombians, their complaint letter would have reached the Vice President's desk by now, and I would have to step down immediately. The Kjerag people don't know this, so our contract can still be fulfilled."

Luther Magnus was stunned for a moment, and looked at the boy with a stubborn smile in front of him with great surprise, and finally shook his head helplessly:

"To be honest, it would be great if you were Colombian. There, you would achieve as much as I do."

Ernst pursed his lips, raised his head, looked at the holy mountain covered with snow in the distance, and said slowly:

"If a strong man hadn't fallen from the sky and decided to lead Colombia to resist Victoria's rule, would there be the land of opportunities and dreams today?"

The tough guys who came from nowhere in Colombia didn't know, but they still chose to do it. Among them were natives of Colombia, rebels from Victoria, and even volunteers from Lateran, Lethania, Gaul, and all over the world.

They succeeded, and that's why Colombia is where it is today.

But what about Kjerag?

The future of the Kjerag people is equally bleak. Surrounded by the three great powers of Colombia, Victoria and Casimir, its start is not much better than that of the Colombians.

Perhaps people don't realize it now, but in ten or twenty years, when they realize it, the land-based naval guns of the great powers may have reached the foot of the Holy Mountain.

This country also needs a strong man from heaven.

This macho man could be Enthiotis, could be Enya, and of course could also be Ernst!

If no one is willing to take the lead, then he will do it. At least it is better than betting your own fate in this changed world line, Enciodis will still initiate the Snow Mountain Incident!

Passing the silent Luther Magnus, Ernst continued walking towards the Holy Mountain.

Behind him, next to Luther Magnus came an old Sakta wearing a black windbreaker and a cowboy hat with holes through it.

"Mr. Cliff." Luther Magnus nodded to the man beside him, "Thank you for coming here in person."

"Bridge Cliff" shook his head, but his eyes were cast towards Ernst's back:

"Is he the target of protection you mentioned?"

Luther nodded. "A piece of land that has never been hit by natural disasters and has unique snow-capped mountain scenery is a rare vacation spot for any big shot. The contract signed by Prime Minister Ernst and me is enough to make me a fortune. It is just a reasonable investment to hire a team of Black Steel mercenaries for him."

"In the past, when I received your commissions, it was always to have my people subvert the government. It was rare that I had my people protect a certain regime."

Cliff stated a terrible fact without a smile, but then he smiled faintly:

"But now I understand why you do this."

He raised his head and looked at the snow-capped mountain where Ernst was walking, and said with relief:

"I'm old now, but seeing such beautiful scenery and a nice young man, this trip was not in vain."

"Once your resort is built, reserve a house for me."

Chapter 17: Trial of the Holy Stone!

The Great Elder felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life.

Of course it’s not a physical peak, but a mental one.

As an old man who has stood at the top of power for decades, the Great Elder thought he had long seen through the ups and downs of the world during the years he led Manzhuyuan. Originally, if nothing unexpected happened, he should have continued to do so until he died of old age on the throne of Manzhuyuan.

But as we all know, on the land of Terra, if you think nothing unexpected will happen, then there will probably be some unexpected things.

First, the Shivaash family, which was expelled from Kjerag in the early years, returned to the Three Clans Council again under the recommendation of the Brontao family. Then, Enthiodis Shivaash engaged in "trade" in his own territory, made a lot of money in the name of Holy Mountain Kalan, and there was a tendency to expand.

And now, he has taken the lead in setting up a weird "Kjerag Government and National Assembly" and wants to take away the administrative power from him.

What is this? This is rebellion!

Although the agreement of the other two tribes at the three-tribe meeting prevented the Great Elder from finding a suitable opportunity to counterattack, it did not mean that he was willing to admit defeat.

He is indifferent and doesn't ask about the facts. That is based on the premise that he is standing on the top of the mountain of power. If someone wants to take his hat, he will chop off their head!

And now is the opportunity.

Kill the chicken to scare the monkey!

"Ernst Shivaash, do you plead guilty?"

On the Holy Stone Square, the Great Elder spoke loudly.

The early time and the white snow did not dampen people's enthusiasm. The square was crowded with onlookers. Actor Perlochi, Latatos Brontao, and Enthiodis Shivaash sat on specially prepared chairs under the holy stone platform, while the Kalan Saint Enya Shivaash sat behind the holy stone, watching Ernst and the Great Elder standing on both sides of the holy stone.

The militia of the Perlochi family surrounded the entire venue and maintained order on the scene. In this sacred place and sacred occasion, the people of Kjerag temporarily suppressed their anger and waited quietly for the great god Yelagund to judge them for Ernst's actions.

Standing on the other side of the holy stone, facing the great elder who was wielding a wooden staff and ready to condemn, Ernst shook his head firmly:

"I'm not guilty."

The great elder raised his brows and shouted:

"You sold the land of Kjerag without the permission of the Three Clan Council and Manzhuyuan, blaspheming the blessing bestowed upon the Kjerag people by the great god Yelagund. Isn't this a heinous crime!?"

But Ernst was not frightened by this sudden accusation, but calmly asked back:

"First, I need to clarify this persistent misunderstanding."

"I did not sell Kjerag's land to the Colombian Magnus Bank. I took out a loan for 10 million Colombian gold certificates over a 6-year period. These are all recorded in detail in Kjerag's financial statements for the year and have been posted on a blackboard outside my office. It's just that no one has seen them, and no one cares."

"The abandoned land northeast of Tukarim was only mortgaged to the Columbian Magnus Bank as collateral for a loan. As long as I pay the corresponding interest and repay the principal to the Columbian Magnus Bank within the repayment period, the land will still belong to Kjerag. Therefore, the rumor that I sold Kjerag's land is pure rumor. I will hold Guro accountable for spreading the rumor."

Ernst paused and glanced at Gu Luo who was standing in the crowd below the stage.

The eyes of the people around him were also cast towards Guro. It was obvious that most of the Kjerag people were just like what Ernst said. They didn't pay attention to the core of this farce at all. They just heard Guro's rumors and incitement and pointed the finger at Ernst.

Most of them didn't know what the loan meant, so they naturally chose to ask Gu Luo, who spread the rumor, for confirmation. But what about Gu Luo?

As a man of strong character, living in the house of Perlochi, he obviously didn't know either.

He glanced awkwardly at the people looking at him, blushed, gritted his teeth, and yelled loudly:

"What loan, what mortgage! You just keep using these words to fool us! You are saying now that a loan is not a land sale, but if you say in a few days that a loan is a land sale, where can we go to seek justice? You are just bullying us because we don't understand!"

When he said this, the crowd suddenly came to their senses and agreed: Yes, what Ernst said sounds like it's true, but after all, we don't understand anything. Now he's using these terms we don't understand to explain that he is not wrong. Isn't that bullying?

This made Ernst feel a little helpless.

After all, the Holy Stone Trial was a trial, not a classroom. He had neither the ability nor the time to teach the Kjerag people little by little what a loan relationship was and what financing investment was. These things should be learned in the classroom and understood in the process of modernization.