People in Terra, governing a weird little country

"This lesson is called independence."

Mandela turned around slowly, his eyes were cold and scary:

"Rafushini doesn't need this kind of thing."

"Mr. Ernst, you may not quite understand Ravshini's identity."

Ernst frowned and replied:

"Whatever she was before, she is now my acting secretary, a humble public servant."

"Then you are totally wrong! Ravishini is the great—"

"Mandela!" Ahmoni's voice suddenly sounded, like a sharp blade that directly cut off Mandela's words and emotions, and pulled her sanity back.

She turned her head suddenly and looked at Ahmoni and Vina who had come to the door without her noticing. She gritted her teeth, but before she could say anything, Ahmoni had grasped her weakness:

"Mandela, don't forget Her Highness Abrana's orders."

"Be obedient."

It’s hard, Mandela’s fist is hard!

"Apologize to Prime Minister Ernst." Ahmonie said coldly, "What's the point of that expression? Don't you know that you almost made a big mistake just now?"

There was disbelief in Mandela's eyes when she looked at Ahmonie, but all this disbelief was suppressed by Ahmonie's warning look and the word "Abrana" that came to her lips.

She could only take a deep breath and sniffle, which actually made a slightly blocked nasal sound. She turned around, blinked her big tearful eyes, looked at Ernst, and lowered her head and said:

"Feel sorry."

"Be more respectful!"

"Sorry, Prime Minister Ernst!"

"Is just being sorry enough?"

Mandela's voice was already trembling. She was clearly very unhappy and even somewhat resistant, but at this moment she was suppressed by the greater despair brought by reason. She could only make a hoarse voice and forced herself to say:

"I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you or questioned your orders. You were right. Mandra apologizes. I will do anything. Please forgive me! Meow!"

Ahmonie nodded in satisfaction and looked at Ernst:

"I'm sorry, Prime Minister Ernst, your incompetent colleague has caused you trouble. Please pretend that you didn't hear her nonsense just now and forgive her. If she makes any mistakes in the future, please educate her properly, Prime Minister Ernst, and don't worry about it."

Ernst raised an eyebrow.

Is this the end of the matter? Just this?

The little girl’s ability to withstand psychological stress is not very good.

It's just like a kid in elementary school who made a mistake and was caught by the teacher and had to go to the podium to admit his mistake.

Ernst had no sympathy for Mandela. Just because she had just yelled in his office and almost revealed some "very serious" confidential information, she was obviously immature and her mentality was no different from that of a child.

With such a personality and the fact that he holds secrets, he would be a giant baby if he were born into this society.

And the message that Ahmoni revealed to him was also very clear.

The reason why Mandela was sent to Shelagh with this kind of personality was to prevent her from causing any big trouble, so Her Highness Abrana specially handed her over to her for education.

Thinking of this, Ernst couldn't help but sigh.

What's going on?

Ravshini is a little girl who is used to being suppressed, lacks the fighting spirit, has a soft personality and is a bit pitiful.

Mandela is a girl with a stubborn temper and the mentality of a child.

Compared with the two of them, you, Ahmoni, who looks like a female ghost, can actually be considered the most normal person among them?

This is really... hard to comment.

The Duke of Wellington didn't just send a special envoy, he sent a bunch of problem children.

What? Prime Minister Kjerag's nursery is open?

Chapter 147: The Legacy of King Victoria

Prime Minister Kjerag's classroom has started!

What should I do if my child is naughty and always behaves badly?

Just break the defense twice. Don't you think Mandela is quite obedient now?

After asking the housekeeper of the Shivaash family for a Victorian-style maid uniform and ordering Mandela to put it on, Ernst began to like Mandela more.

As expected, clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse. A woman looks the best after being humiliated.

"Mandela, pour me three cups of tea."

After giving the order, he watched Mandela force out a grin through her teeth, then turned and walked towards the tea table. Ernst nodded with satisfaction and looked at Enchiodis and Mace who were already sitting on the sofa.

It turns out that there are many things that Rafshini can do, but she just doesn't have the chance to try. Her round trip was even shorter than Ernst expected, and Ernst thought she would not be back until lunch time.

That’s great. It saves Ernst from having to treat Enthiotis and Mace to lunch.

"Is this your new secretary? Where's your old one?"

Enchiodis's sitting posture was also very unrestrained, he lay on the back of the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked very unrestrained. It can be seen that he was in a good mood.

He seemed to be very curious about Ernst, the new secretary, so he asked a question.

There was nothing to hide, so Ernst answered truthfully:

"Holhaia said something happened at home. So she has to go back to Colombia and will be back in about a week."

"Didn't you ask what happened?" Enthiotis asked.

Ernst shrugged and rolled his eyes at him: "As if asking me can help you. That's someone's privacy. I still respect the privacy of my subordinates."

For example, although I am very curious, I don’t know how many Xinteleyas the three-dimensional depth of the dear Foreign Minister can match.

It is a bit rude to ask directly, and it feels like a workplace xsr. Ernst decided to organize a physical examination next time. Not only did he give his subordinates benefits and check their health to ensure their health, but he also satisfied his curiosity. This is a reasonable and legal abuse of power!

"Did you ask or not?" Enchiodis looked at me as if to say, "I don't believe you didn't ask."

Ernst stared at him for a while, then looked away:

"She said her eldest son's head was ripped off and kicked around like a ball. She had to go back to take care of the aftermath and confirm if he was really dead."

"Wow." Jian, who was listening in, couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, and then waved his hands awkwardly in the surprised gazes of the two, "No, isn't this just like a gangster movie or a family dispute? Look, doesn't Colombia also have the Syracuse gang? Casimir's cinema often shows this kind of movie... Enthyotis, say something!"

"Ahem." Enchiodis, who had learned the true man's survival rules from a slap from the Black Knight, coughed and shook his head. "I think there may be a lot of things involved, but it's not too strange. After all, this is Colombia. Even if they really organized a human skull football match, some people would say it's a new era of performance art."

You have a lot of insights into Colombia's (repeated) record lows in morality.

Ernst smacked his lips.

"So what do you think of this reason?" asked Enchiodis.

Ernst: "I've already said it's a person's privacy..."

"We're just assuming," Enthiotis said.

Ernst nodded, his expression suddenly changed from serious to relaxed, and he joked humorously:

"I think it has a Victorian feel to it."

Mandela, who was carrying tea, came back and heard Ernst's words. She respectfully placed the teacup in front of everyone and said dissatisfiedly:

"Where did Victoria get the king?"

Lavishini on the side smiled and asked back:

"Yeah, why is it gone?"

Mandela was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth, but the shaking and unstable tea tray still revealed her mood.

Only Vina didn't laugh. Although this cold joke was quite funny, her reason still warned her madly.

If you laugh you will go to hell, so don't laugh at the challenge of justice!

"You've been talking too much nonsense." Ernst pressed his hands, and everyone fell silent. "Brother, the reconstruction of Tukarim has officially begun. The reason I called you here is about the [Starfire Night School]."

Ernst listed:

"Night school needs teachers. It's easier to find simple technical types, such as carpenters, stonemasons, and bricklayers. We can just find local elderly people who are engaged in these trades. As for factory technicians, I hope that Kalan Trade can select a group of technical positions in the factory to come to the night school to teach after work, with at least five two-hour classes a week. Of course, this is another job, and I will pay them separately from the education expenses."

After he finished speaking, he paused and emphasized his tone:

“The most important thing is basic education.”

"You don't have to be very strong in math, Chinese, and foreign languages, but you must at least have basic reading, writing, and calculation skills. Although we are not able to carry out more advanced courses such as physics, chemistry, and Originium Arts for the time being, we must also be prepared. In addition, there are snow survival, hunting, martial arts, and ordinary sports."

"For the first three, I have already entrusted Miss Ceylon Dolkos to temporarily serve as the school's principal. The conditions for the middle three are not allowed, and the last three..."

Ernst glanced at Enthyotis and the mace.

"I'd like to have you two take charge."

Enthyodis sat up straight and looked at Ernst:

"Ernst, I'm very busy. For this kind of thing, shouldn't you set up a Ministry of Education to conduct unified recruitment?"

"You and I both know that's impossible," Ernst retorted. "To hire a qualified teacher to teach in Kjerag, the cost would be dozens of times that of an ordinary person. And, I don't think many teachers can teach the last three things."

Survival in the snow, hunting, and martial arts are all survival skills that only Kjerag people need.

Some people may ask, what role can this technology play in the future modern society?

Then he could also ask, why, even though we have guns and cannons, we still need to practice fighting, practice wilderness survival, practice archery and swordsmanship.

Kjerag has a long history, but few legends, and few people and legends that can serve as role models to consolidate national consciousness. The only role model that can meet these requirements is the god Yelagund.

It is a dangerous trend to sanctify or deify role models to the point where they cannot be imitated or surpassed.

It is very easy for Yelagunde, as he does not even need to go through the mythological process, as he is a god from beginning to end!

Therefore, Ernst’s sense of identity of “I am a Kjerag” is actually different from others. Apart from the unifying appeal of religious beliefs, the only things left are the traditions of Kjerag.

They are said to be simple snow survival, hunting, and martial arts. But in fact, they can all be preceded by a clear direction.

Kjerag's rules of survival in the snow, Kjerag's hunting techniques, and Kjerag's traditional martial arts.

In the present, they are life-saving skills, and in the future, they will also be a culture that tells you why you are a Kjerag.

Moreover, to put it bluntly, even if Ernst established the Ministry of Education, it was not because of education.

The Ministry of Education never mentions children, or even education. The Ministry of Education is just something used to balance the interests of parents and teachers. All it needs to satisfy is "ensuring that teachers can help take care of children while parents go to work and create value for society."

Ernst doesn't have that need yet, because Kjerag's education hasn't reached that stage yet.

The education he is promoting now is truly intended to cultivate talents.

"I don't think anything can be busier than Kjerag's future."

Ernst looked at Enthiotis and the mace.

Enchiotis nodded helplessly.

In fact, even if Ernst didn't say it, he would take time to visit the school often after it was built.

What those who dare to be the first fear the most is never failure, but the lack of successors.

Enthiotis knew very well that if he had worked hard to create a huge world for Shelag through the Kalan Trade, but his successor knew nothing about it, was unmoved, and even wanted to resurrect the Great Elder, welcome the Great Elder back, and surpass the Great Elder.

Then everything he did was meaningless.

He knew it, and so did Ernst.

The reason why he refused was just a custom among brothers.

He is also a human being, Ernst's brother. Although as a leader he knows that there is no harm in this suggestion, it would be embarrassing for me, the eldest brother, if I didn't say something.

"It's a deal. Thank you." Ernst stood up and extended his hand to Enthiotis.

But Enthiotis shook his head, took the initiative to give Ernst a hug and touch his tail.

Standing next to Ernst and witnessing all this, Lavshini's eyes flashed with a thoughtful light.

Kjerag education?

Where have the Tara people, their language, culture, and inherited skills gone?