People in Terra, governing a weird little country

From this perspective, it seems that secretaries are indeed necessary.

Actor had never considered whether the secretary would usurp power. In his view, I was the minister, the supervisor, and a mere secretary was just a laborer who helped me do things. I would occasionally ask about major matters, and small matters could be left to others. After all, that was what he had done before.

The reason he spent so much time thinking about it was simply because he had a bad first impression of Jeston.

But he and Holhaiya both seem to be from Colombia, so maybe they have good abilities?

They are all laborers anyway, if he doesn't do it, someone else will, so let him do it.

Actor thought with the simplest local concept. In his opinion, there is no difference between Kjerag and Columbia, just a big dot and a small dot. Holhaiya and Jeston are still fellow villagers!

Nodding reluctantly, Actoros walked to Jeston's side arrogantly, stretched out his hand, and patted Jeston on the shoulder:

"Secretary, do your job well. I will come to check regularly. Don't let me catch you doing anything bad!"

Seeing his innocent look, Ernst, Latatos, Holhayya, and even Jeston all smiled plainly:

"Yes, minister!"

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

After the meeting, Latatos quickly caught up with Ernst who was about to leave.

"Why appoint Actor as defense minister?"

She asked curiously,

"This method is really clever. If I'm not mistaken, it's a promotion in name only and a demotion in reality. The head of a family has become your subordinate minister, and he has no idea that his power has been taken away by the secretary, and he is even complacent about it."

"But the position of Minister of Defense is still very important no matter what. Is it okay to give it to Actor?"

Ernst glanced at Latatos with a smile.

Miss Squirrel's words were quite impolite, but in fact she involved herself in the matter.

No matter how hard you try, you can't hide the fact.

Aren’t you one of my subordinates now?

Ernst did not hide it and asked:

"Why do you think I appointed Actor as Minister of Defense?"

Latatos was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and replied, "Because he has managed Kjerag's defense for so many years, he really understands national defense?"

"Ha ha ha ha......"

Ernst couldn't help laughing and waved his hand.

"No, no, no, it's because he doesn't understand national defense at all. If he really understood national defense, it would be a disaster."

"What do you mean?" Latatos was puzzled.

Ernst asked, "What is the purpose of Kjerag's national defense?"

"Beware of Victoria, Casimir and the Colombians?" asked Latatos.

"No, it's to make the Kjerag think we're protected. The Victorians know we're not," Ernst retorted.

"So, if he really understood national defense, seeing this situation, he would have planned to expand the military, purchase weapons, or even build fortresses and bunkers in the country to strengthen national defense."

Ernst spread his hands.

"Fortunately, he doesn't understand, so he also thinks we are protected, his protection."

Latatos opened her mouth but no words came out for a long time.

It was not until Ernst poked her forehead with his finger that she suddenly came back to her senses, clasped her hands together, and prayed from the bottom of her heart:

"Praise Yelagund."

Chapter 144 Ernst: Spring is Here

Three days had passed since Ravshini arrived in Kjerag.

At first, she just walked around and looked around. She left her footprints in the streets of Tukarim, in the hunting grounds of the Lord Shivaash, and on the majestic and holy Mount Kalan.

People like her don't have any particularly grand goals, nor do they have the fierce fighting spirit and ambition like her sister Abrana. So even as a nominal envoy, she doesn't care about Kjerag's politics or its defense. Most of the time, she even avoids Ahmoni.

Compared to the things she disliked, she cared more about the trivial things that were not worth mentioning in the eyes of people like Ahmoni. For example, the air in Kjerag was very clear, people's lives were very simple, the top intrigues existed in the vegetable market, and the biggest political unwritten rule was not to say bad things about Yelagund.

As long as she followed these rules, she could live comfortably in Kjerag.

“That’s because you don’t have to work.”

Mandela seemed to be a person who particularly liked to sabotage. Facing Ravshini's beautiful vision, she pointed out mercilessly,

"You are the special envoy of the Duke of Wellington and Her Highness Abramana, so Ernst has to support you. You don't have to get up at seven or eight every morning and walk more than ten miles on the mountain road to work in the factory, nor do you have to roll up your trouser legs and sleeves to farm in the cold fields. All you do is eat and sleep, without any pressure in life. Of course, it's comfortable to live like this."

"But most Kjerag people are not like you. Give them your life, and they will live more comfortably!"

Mandela always seemed to have a particularly serious malice towards Lavshini, and her words were always unpleasant. But Lavshini did not show any signs of being angry because of Mandela's words. She just fell into deep thought and then asked curiously:

"Mandela, are you thinking of the Tara people and Victoria nobles?"

Like a kitten whose tail was stepped on, Mandela's face turned red in an instant. She became angry and embarrassed at a speed beyond Ravshini's imagination:

"Who mentioned Tara people! Who mentioned Tara people!"

Rafshini covered her mouth to hide the upturned corners of her mouth, but the smile in her eyes could not be concealed by one hand.

Mandela was so angry that she subconsciously wanted to activate her Originium skill and throw stones at Ravshini. But a second before she took action, her reason barely put the brakes on her.

She is Ravushini's monitor, and she was ordered by Her Highness Abrana to keep a close eye on Ravushini, not let her out of her sight, and not let her get hurt.

Filin glared at Lafshini unhappily, then turned his head away, looking as if he didn't mind it.

Seeing this, Lavshini also let out a breath, pursed her lips, and felt a little sad.

She was not angry at Mandela's words, but Mandela's words did remind her.

The comfortable life she has now is not something that is innate or taken for granted. Although the food, clothing, housing and transportation that she has been supported by Ernst are not soaked in the blood of the Kjerag people, they are definitely soaked in the sweat of the Kjerag people.

She could have continued like this, continuing to enjoy the beautiful scenery and customs of Kjerag, but this was not in line with her beliefs or her principles.

What was the difference between her and those Victorian aristocrats who exploited and enslaved the people of Tara and flattered their superiors and bullied their subordinates in order to show off their knowledge?

She had to do something.

But what to do?

Ravshini rubbed her temples with a bit of melancholy. To be honest, she didn't seem to have any particularly useful skills.

Although she is the shadow leader of the Deep Pool, she is almost never authorized to make any orders, and naturally she can't be like Ernst, planning and commanding the overall situation. Although she is Drake, she has never been required to do anything herself, so her martial arts skills are not very exquisite. As for the Originium skills...

Draco's Originium Skills are very powerful. Although on the surface they appear to be simple flames, in reality, Originium Skills are only expressed in the form of flames. The real core is much more complicated.

This is the case with her and her sister Abrana's Originium skills. The purple fire that her sister sprinkles on the earth can awaken the fallen warriors, allowing them to stand up again and obey her orders. These warriors can even come from the enemy. As long as they are spread by the purple fire, they will become loyal warriors of her sister who are not afraid of death.

Well, although Ravshini felt that this spell was a bit chilling, there was nothing wrong with the description. Since he was already dead, he was naturally not afraid of death.

And myself.

Abrana once said that Ravshini's Originium Technique and her own were of the same origin, both related to the "heat of life". But to this day, Ravshini has not yet studied the true effect of her Originium Technique.

She couldn't imitate her sister's cosplay as a necromancer, releasing the dead to resurrect, nor could she set others on fire. The only thing she could do now was to cosplay as a famous hungry dog, Ceob, heat up the tip of her weapon, a spear, and then stab it out as a "hot spear".

It doesn't sound very oppressive.

"What can I do?"

Mumbling to herself, before she knew it, Ravshini had reached the government office building in Tukarim.

As the entire Tukarim is undergoing major reconstruction, this low-rise office building has become a unique sight in the city.

The bungalows next to it and similar ones have long been demolished. Only this one is still here, allegedly because of Ernst's request:

"Let's write the words on the government office building first, but let's start the construction last. Otherwise, we will have no place to work during this period. If we move the office back home, it will be troublesome for the residents of Tukarim to find me."

The main house of Shivaash is still some distance away from Tukarim. During the reconstruction period, there was an endless stream of people coming to the door every day to inquire about the demolition. Although most of the questions can be answered on the Q&A posted by Ernst on the door, he still had to take care of the illiterate old residents.

"I don't know what to do. Why don't you go in and ask Ernst? Doesn't he seem to have a solution?"

Mandela suddenly spoke up.

Rafshini turned her head in surprise and looked at Mandela, but Mandela still turned his head away, folded his hands, and looked like he didn't want to talk to her.

Seeing this, Lavshini curled up the corners of her mouth in amusement.

On the surface, he was in a bad mood, but he still obeyed the order, kept paying attention to her, and even did not miss her soliloquy. Although he kept calling her "that Ernst", he did not belittle her character and ability like he did those Victorian nobles, but said something like "he seems to be quite capable". In fact, he did not have much resentment towards Ernst, and could even be said to have some recognition.

The degree of her dishonesty is exactly the same as her animal relative, the cat.

However, what she said does make sense.

Ernst was always a man with a way. She was present when Ernst was told of the Duke of Wellington's three tasks. To be honest, when Ahmonie relayed those three requests, even she felt that they were a bit excessive.

But Ernst actually achieved the mission goal in a way that no one expected, and without hurting anyone! The shock and admiration that Lavshini felt at the time was no less than seeing her sister giving a speech in front of the nobles.

Unfortunately, in the end, the opportunity to meet Ernst was snatched away by Abbrana, who was also interested in Ernst. Otherwise, she would definitely praise Ernst in the end.

She is not as shy as Mandela. She can't say things like "Is this how you did it? That's amazing!" openly.

Of course, it's not too late.

After tidying up her clothes with great interest, Lavshini walked into the bungalow of the office building, shaking her tail which was burning with excitement. After saying hello to Xinteleya who was guarding the reception desk, the Kuranta girl took her to the door of the Prime Minister's office and knocked on Ernst's door.

"Boss, Miss Ravshini's special envoy wants to see you."

Ernst in the room looked up in surprise, put down the pen he was writing, and said:

"Please come in."

Sintrea opened the door, and Ravshini stepped inside.

At this moment, Ernst felt that spring had arrived.

Chapter 145 Mandela: No, I will do anything!

"So, you're looking for something to do?"

Ernst stroked his chin.

What is this? It's too boring to play, so you want to roll inward? I've never heard of anyone making such a request.

Really using work to realize the value of life. Ernst thought this was all toxic chicken soup for the bosses to deceive people.

But Lavshini's expression didn't seem like she was joking. So Ernst really thought about it and asked:

"Well, tell me what you can do first."

Ravshini pursed her lips and listed nervously: "I can clean up the battlefield, pretend to be an expert by keeping silent, be very obedient, clean up the crime scene with fire, and render the bodies of the infected harmless..."

"Stop, I said stop."

The more Ernst listened, the more he felt something was wrong, and he quickly stopped Lavishini from making her criminal declaration.

Sister, you’ve learned quite a lot.

That is, why does it seem like I haven’t learned anything good?

What the hell is cleaning the battlefield? Aren't you a special envoy? How come you've been on the battlefield? What's the meaning of pretending to be an expert by not talking? You weren't using this trick when I first met you, were you? And you're very obedient... Ernst didn't know how to complain.

Only parents would use comments like "this child is very obedient" when praising their children.

If the above few can barely be called advantages, then cleaning up crime scenes and rendering infected bodies harmless...hiss——

Isn't this a pure declaration of crime? Fortunately, Xinteleya didn't follow in, otherwise her face would have turned as white as her hair.

Ernst coughed and calmed down:

"Well, um, from this point of view, you do have a lot of advantages."

"Really?" Rafshini was somewhat happy to be recognized.

Ernst nodded: "Well said, don't say it next time."

He paused, and suddenly asked, "Come to think of it, did you feel it? The room seems to be a lot warmer."

Ravshini shook her head in confusion.

As Draco who controls the temperature, she is not so sensitive to the temperature increase. It was Mandela who saw that she didn't speak and took the initiative to speak:

"This is her Originium skill. This guy... Miss Envoy's Originium skill is not very stable, and her control is far inferior to Her Highness Abrana. So there will be overflow."