People in Terra, governing a weird little country

As the saying goes, Lavshini is full, it can’t hold any more, it’s overflowing.

Ernst nodded, but at the same time felt a little confused.

To be honest, he didn't understand the theory of Originium Arts. He had to ask those old wizards in Leitania who specialized in studying Originium Arts. But according to common sense, the overflow of Originium Arts should only exist in those very powerful Originium Warlocks, right?

Is Ravshini strong?

Ernst looked from head to toe at the Vaifan girl with big horns and a flame on her tail, but he couldn't see any sign of strength in her.

If I must say, she was wearing very little. She was not afraid of the cold in the winter, so she must have a strong physique?

"How about this? Is there a position that can be arranged for the special envoy? I can tie her down earlier so that I don't have to follow her around every day."

Mandela urged impatiently. Ravshini also held the hem of her skirt with anticipation.

Ernst fell into deep thought.

To be honest, there are really not many positions that are suitable for Lavshini.

The skill points she mentioned in her self-introduction seemed suitable for being an agent, but she was from the Duke of Wellington's side, an envoy sent to Kjerag. Ernst couldn't let a diplomat sent by someone else be his agent, right?

Let's not talk about whether she can get any information. Even if she does, who will she report to? The Duke of Wellington and Abramana, or herself?

Ernst had met that Princess Abrana once before, and she was not someone who could be easily fooled. Letting Lavshini take charge of such a confidential position, let alone whether she would do it, even if she did it. When would the sisters perform a magic trick on Ernst again, how could Ernst tell?

Abrana and Reed didn't light little flames all the time.

Can we tell them apart by the style of stockings they wear? The one with holes is Abrana, and the one with flowers is Lavishne!

That is indeed in line with the etiquette. Besides, it is not like people cannot change clothes.

After thinking about it, Ernst simply said:

"Why don't you stay in my office for now?"

As soon as these words were spoken, before Lavshini could react, Mandela cast a hostile look at Ernst.

Ernst was a little puzzled. What happened? Which PTSD did this trigger?

This little film, Mandela, has always been something that Ernst found very strange.

Whether it was Abranah or Ahmonie, the scheming, strategies, and even the way they spoke were all in line with the identities of a politician. The only exception was Mandela. Although she was also a member of the special envoy group, it seemed that even Ahmonie looked down on her.

How should I put it? To make an inappropriate analogy, if the special envoys are the protagonists in the anime, then Ravshini is the protagonist who looks inexperienced but is actually very strong and has a lot of power behind her, and needs to grow up. Ahmonie is the protagonist who looks like a little ghost, but is actually quite dedicated. And Abrana is the hidden brother of the protagonist, who is unfathomable and is responsible for saving the situation at critical moments.

Mandela.

Vodka next to gin? Little Dai Dai next to Pig Man? Black teammates in American blockbusters?

The intelligence is not very good, maybe he is good at fighting, but he will be sacrificed in the end. He may cause the protagonist to grow, and then be given a bouquet of flowers in the end.

In any case, Ravshini was very tolerant towards Mandela.

"Stay with you? What do I want to do?"

Ravshini asked curiously, pulling Ernst's gaze away from Mandela.

Of course Ernst couldn't say, I am greedy for your body (little stove), he explained:

"It's like this. My secretary, Hol Haiya, just asked for leave from me and is going back to Colombia. She may be gone for about a week. So my secretary position is temporarily vacant."

"I just conducted a wave of recruitment, and now most of the vacancies in the government have been filled. So it is a bit difficult to arrange a suitable position for you right away. It just so happens that the secretary position is vacant, you can take over temporarily, learn the work processes within the government, and explore your own interests by the way."

"Wait until she comes back in seven days. If you have a job you want to do, I will help you negotiate and arrange it. If you find other interests or feel that you don't like the atmosphere and work in the government, you can resign without pressure. It will not affect any department or anyone."

Ernst paused and asked for Lavishini's opinion:

"how do you feel?"

I can take over the secretary's position for a seven-day trial period. If I don't like it, I can leave after seven days without any pressure and without causing any trouble to others. Is there any more generous terms than this?

Rafshini nodded immediately: "Okay!"

"what about me?"

Mandela suddenly spoke up.

"I have to keep an eye on Ravshini at all times, and I have to be in the office too!"

Surveillance?

Ernst caught the words that Mandela accidentally revealed.

Is Ravshini's condition being monitored?

Her Highness Abrana's attitude towards Ravshini is really a bit strange. They are twin sisters who look almost identical, but their temperaments are very different. There is even the inside story that the elder sister is monitoring the younger sister.

Why, is Her Highness Abrana a heavy girl, a yandere, and the ultimate sadist? She doesn't even want to relax her control over her sister for a moment?

Or is there something special about Ravshini's identity that brings her some kind of risk, so she must be monitored at all times to ensure that she does not do or is forced to do anything that is detrimental to Aburana?

Ernst thought silently. He still smiled:

"Of course, Miss Mandela. Although my office is not spacious, it is enough for three people to have tea."

Mandela looked at Ernst deeply.

She asked to stay here not just for tea.

It was a pity that she still thought Ernst was a good person. Although his "humanitarian speech" was full of empty words, it did save a lot of people.

The "many" she mentioned here did not refer to Victorians, but to Tara people. The speech became popular all over Victoria, including the place where the speech originated, the Duke of Wellington in Victoria, which is also the Tara area.

The speech itself did not have much impact, because most Victorian aristocrats did not regard the people of Tara as human beings at all, so there was naturally no question of humanitarianism.

Fortunately, the speech gave the Duke of Wellington a very good excuse to win over the people. After the Duke of Wellington issued an order on the grounds of "humanitarianism" and "not letting the Duke of Castor take all the limelight", many Victorian nobles and factory owners symbolically reduced their exploitation of the Tara people.

Perhaps Ernst himself did not expect this, but his actions did save many unexpected people and gave many people a chance to breathe.

Things may not get better, but at least they are not getting worse.

This is why Tara nationalists like Mandela took the initiative to ask Lavshini to ask Ernst for his opinion. If it was someone she didn't approve of, she would never make such a suggestion.

But Ernst's advice really disappointed her.

Stay by my side as a secretary?

Mandela suspected that Ernst made such a decision because he knew the true identity of Lavshini. It was amazing that he could think of letting a proud Drake be a secretary and do the work of serving tea and water!

Draco should rule! Although Ravshine is just a substitute for Her Highness Abrana, a fake, she is definitely not an ordinary person who can be inferior to others!

This is the contradiction of Mandela. On the one hand, she denounces Victoria's nobility, but on the other hand, she is eager to deify the bloodline of another faction.

In her ideal, Ernst should let Lavishini be in charge of a department, such as the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Mandela knew that department was also managed by a Victorian.

If it is handwriting, Ravshini also has a good handwriting, maybe the words and sentences are not as gorgeous as Victoria Filin, but that Vina is at best a ruined noble from Victoria who fled to Kjerag when she was desperate. How can she compare with Ravshini, who is of the great Draco bloodline!

Mandela felt that Ernst could just let Lavshini replace him and demote Vina to a lower rank to assist Lavshini. That would be the right thing to do.

Even if you have to be subordinate to others, at least you have to manage something instead of simply being managed like a secretary!

But the decision had been made, and even Ravshini had agreed before her. Mandela could only struggle a little bit.

She also wanted to stay in Ernst's office. If Ernst wanted Lavshini to serve him, she would take the lead and do it for him!

Even if it was humiliating, she had to endure it because it was all for Her Highness Aibrana!

Don't insult her, come to me if you have anything to say!

PS: I fell asleep accidentally. I don't think I have a cold. It feels like mycoplasma virus. My friend got viral encephalitis. He is in the hospital now. If he still hasn't recovered, I will go to the hospital tomorrow.

Chapter 146: Prime Minister Kjerag's Nursery Opens with a Magnificent Opening

"Rafushini, help me get the document of Kalan Trade that was delivered this morning."

Sitting at the desk, Ernst had just finished speaking when a large volume of documents was placed in front of him the next second.

Ernst looked up in surprise and was about to praise Lavishini's work efficiency, but he saw her still standing there with a confused look on her face, and the hand that handed him the document obviously belonged to Mandela.

"What are you looking at? Did I find the wrong one?"

Mandela frowned, feeling a little impatient with Ernst's gaze.

Ernst quickly shook his head: "No, that's right. Thank you."

After taking the document, Ernst lowered his head and read for a while. Then, suddenly, Lavshini's voice sounded in front of him:

"Sorry, I couldn't find it."

Ernst looked up in bewilderment, at Mandela who was desperately holding onto Lavushini, and Lavushini who looked apologetic. He suddenly had a different idea of ​​what these two were thinking.

I thought you and Mandela had discussed this. Turns out she's just trying to steal your job.

Is this okay? In Ernst's familiar workplace, if the boss asked him to do something but someone irrelevant did it first and fawned over the boss, he would at least scold him and call him a green tea!

This is not a question of whether the job is easy or not. You do all my work, so what should I do? If I do nothing, won't my authority be exercised by you? Then after ten days or half a month, will I have to hand over my position to you?

As we all know, this is how a mistress gets promoted.

But Ravshini still looked like she felt nothing at all, and that was not good.

You have no competitive spirit at all. If you continue like this, won’t you really become the emperor’s human furnace?

Ernst still had some intention of cultivating the little girl, Rafshini. He believed that Miss Abrana did not send her sister to Kjerag to travel in this snowy place. She probably had the same intention as him.

During the last meeting, Ernst's "humanitarian" solution was not recognized by the Duke of Wellington, but by Miss Abrana. Although it is unknown how Abrana finally persuaded the Duke of Wellington to issue the mission reward as usual, Ernst still owed her a favor.

Since he had accepted the favor, he had to repay it. The debt of favor was the hardest to repay, and it was a rare opportunity that was right in front of him, so Ernst would not let Mandela ruin it.

As he thought about it, he closed the file in his hand and handed the blue folder to Lavshini:

"Put this document back in the cabinet for me, then go to Kalan Trade and find Enthiodis. Ask him to come to me with the mace."

Sure enough, before Ernst finished speaking, Mandela responded before Lavshini did: "I'll go!"

Ernst stared at Lavshini, then slowly turned his head and looked at Mandela: "You go? Why?"

Mandela was stunned. Before he could answer, Ernst continued to ask:

"Kalan Trade is a state-owned enterprise of Kjerag. Ensiodis is the chairman of Kalan Trade. In addition, he is also the patriarch of the Shivaash family and my brother. His travel schedule is full. If I need to find him for something unexpected, I must get a direct order from the government and have an official personally invite him. How can I appoint you to go?"

Ernst’s meaning is very clear, if you want to go, you can, but in what capacity will you go?

One of the Duke of Wellington's envoys? Kalan Trading is Kjerag's state-owned enterprise, not the Duke of Wellington's enterprise. Why should people listen to you?

A government official in Shelagh? Ravshini still has a position as an acting secretary, but Mandela doesn't have any government position. If you go, I'm afraid you won't even be able to get in.

Although most of the time, Ernst and Enthiotis were always on call, but if you really want to get tangled up, when did Ernst not come to Enthiotis to discuss something, he would come to his house in person. When did Enthiotis not visit Ernst?

If you still insist on being stubborn, Ernst can make it clearer.

You do not deserve.

Just like you can’t hold a formal business banquet at a roadside stall, you can’t wear belly-exposing clothes or ripped jeans during a formal state visit, and you can’t play suona during a proper welcoming ceremony.

People don't really have written rules for these things, but it's good for everyone to follow these unspoken rules. Otherwise, when your suona sounds, are you welcoming guests or escorting a funeral?

Ernst has never been a person who likes to make final statements. He hopes to use this method to make Mandela realize that you may be able to do a lot of things on behalf of Ravshini, but definitely not everything.

Of course, he also hoped to use this to make Lavshini realize that there are some things that others can help you do, but there are also some things that you must fight for.

"I..." Mandela opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

Obviously, she had no self-awareness. Although the girl was young, her temper was as stubborn as that of the elder.

Oh, as an outsider, you may not know who the Great Elder is. Let me introduce him to you. He was the former leader of Manzhuyuan. His favorite thing to do was to hold the Holy Stone Trial and interpret the scriptures at will. Later, he accidentally messed up. He has been dead for almost a year. On the anniversary, maybe he will be dug out to see if there are any signs of resurrection.

Fortunately, Mandela's stubbornness did not make Lavshini back down this time. Or rather, Ernst's invisible support gave Lavshini some motivation to try harder. She said:

"I'll go."

"Rafushini!" Mandela looked at Rafushini in disbelief, "You can't."

"You can." Ernst nodded as if he hadn't heard Mandela's words at all. "I'll leave it to you. Do you know how to get to Kalan Trade? If you can't find the way, you can ask Xinteleya at the front desk. She is your senior and she is very familiar with the way."

A smile appeared on Ravshini's face, and she nodded: "Okay."

"Go quickly and come back soon." Ernst nodded and gave another instruction.

Ravshini turned and walked towards the office door.

Mandela gritted his teeth and tried to follow. The next second, he was stopped by Ernst's voice:

"Mandra, stop. This is Ravshini's job."