People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Love Brana."

Vina returned the handshake and said, "Vina."

"Not Alexandrina?"

“You may call me by my name, Victoria, if you prefer. But my Sherag identity card lists me as Vina.”

Abrahana nodded subtly, a hint of surprise in her eyes: "Alright, Miss Vina. Nice to meet you. Do you need something from Mandela?"

"It wasn't me, it was Nastya. She said Mandra has been gone for too long, and they still need her help with the project, so she sent me to check on things. Is there anything I can help you with?"

“No.” Abrahana shook her head, as if the Londinium Plan she had just mentioned had never happened. She nudged Mandela’s shoulder and said, “The reminiscing is almost over. Go on, Mandela.”

She offered a meaningful reminder:

"Do your job well and don't let me down."

Mandela was somewhat stunned, and instinctively wanted to ask:

"So what we just did...?"

“That matter isn’t urgent.” Abrahana maintained her smile, but her gaze remained fixed on Vina. “The problems of Londinium are naturally for the Grand Dukes to worry about. Even if we wanted to do something, we could only do our best, right, Miss Vina?”

Vina frowned slightly, but having been tested like this far too many times in recent days, she simply nodded calmly.

“You’re right. Whether as a Victorian or as a foreign minister from a peace-loving country, based on humanitarian principles, we condemn what is happening in Lentinium and are willing to do everything in accordance with humanitarian principles and Victorian law to help the residents of Lentinium.”

"The Grand Duke needs to be trusted, but we also need to work hard ourselves."

Everyone knows that, but everything before that word is nonsense.

“I wholeheartedly agree,” Abrahana nodded.

Chapter 312 Muels: God said, "When you pray, make a sound."

"Kristen, when are you going back to Trimont?"

"Saria, do we really have to talk about this?"

"Let me change the subject. Are you still going to take care of Rhine Lab?"

“I think Rhine Life is just a company. As long as there are a few of us, we can be Rhine Life anywhere. Don’t you agree?”

"...Kristen, Rhine Lab was built by us together. It's no longer just a three-person scientific society. It now has thousands of employees in Trimont, and tens of thousands of jobs are related to its business. Even disregarding its economic value, its very existence is one of the symbols of Trimont, this city of science. Do you know how many students from Trimont Polytechnic University write Rhine Lab as their career aspiration after graduation every year?"

Saria gazed at her friend, her words already carrying a hint of pleading.

Diamonds almost never reveal this side of themselves; they are incredibly hard. However, when facing Christensen, there are times when she feels both angry and helpless.

How can you be so blind to the sandcastle you built yourself?!

"Even disregarding others, just within Rhine Lab, those who believe in you—are you going to let them down?"

Christensen's eyes were calm and still as she gazed at Saria for a long time before letting out a slow sigh:

"I am a very selfish person."

The words had barely left her lips when Christen suddenly felt the air around her freeze, and calcified particles rose from beneath her feet. The powerful woman named Saria had made her move. She took a step forward, heading straight for Christen, and uttered words that left no room for argument, as if they were a divine decree:

"In that case, I have no choice but to knock you unconscious and take you back by force."

Christensen's expression finally changed.

Her pupils contracted slightly, and she involuntarily took a half step back. Feeling the overwhelming pressure and the almost solidified power in the air, she swallowed hard.

Wow—as expected of Saria!

What can be used to resist this force? And how can it possibly be resisted?

In Tremont, to prevent a situation where Saria could directly transform into a magnetic field powerhouse and subject her to ultimate humiliation, she specifically developed and installed a complete set of countermeasures against Saria's calcified Originium Arts in her office. But this is Kjerag, and the conditions at the Dome Research Station are limited; almost everything is devoted to research on the isolation layer, leaving no time or resources to replicate such a high-tech system to ban Saria.

Is this the end of the story?

No! How could the mighty Christensen surrender without a fight? Although she didn't have the high-tech defense system specifically designed for Saria, she had developed a simpler, more effective, and cheaper defense system against her!

"Kristen, come back with me!"

"No, Saria, I say no. If you try to force me, then so be it!"

"It seems I need to use these hands to correct your thinking!"

Taking three steps at a time, Saria lunged forward, her large, battle-hardened hands reaching for Christen.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast Saria's movements are, they can't outrun the speed of sound!

Just then, Christen suddenly shouted:

"Oh! Muirsayth, save me!"

Saria was startled and before she could react, she felt her shoes suddenly lose their footing, and her body, which had been rushing forward, began to fall uncontrollably downwards!

Saria looked down and saw that the ground beneath her feet had opened up, revealing a deep, gaping hole. In her forward momentum, she had no time to dodge and could only let out a gasp.

"Varied!"

The next second, she was enveloped by water droplets that seemed to spring up from nowhere, which acted as a cushion as she fell.

"Duang!"

It sounded like she'd hit a rescue air cushion. Saria opened her eyes, somewhat dazed, and looked around.

The surrounding area consisted of smooth, wet rock walls.

This is a hole!

At that moment, she suddenly understood why Christensen had been unusually assertive today.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, Christen poked her head out and glanced at the bottomless pit, then breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Phew, that was close! Luckily, she was more skilled!

Saria is indeed powerful, but she has a fatal flaw!

She can't fly!

As everyone knows, hairy people are weak to fire, big people are weak to doors, and Robert is weak to cliffs. Even someone as strong as Izumik, the ultimate magnetic field expert who led the Sea Sibs to ascend to the highest level of martial god and could truly manipulate the magnetic field environment, the Deep Blue Tree, the brilliance of man, was afraid of falling into a pit!

Pitfall, a divine concept, one pitfall can wipe out everything!

Its combat power is on par with "Dobermann, who possesses an infinite number of Beagle clone machines," which is also a concept god, placing it in the T-1 tier of the Terra combat power ranking.

Incidentally, slightly lower-level concept gods include [Infinite Punch Bounty Hunter A], [Sunny and Cheerful Shapeshifter], [The Doctor Who Started Sitting on a Golden Toilet], and so on.

Saria is like Groudon; no matter how powerful the Precipice Sword is, she still has to walk back after the attack. If she can't fly, she can't get out of the pit no matter what.

Feeling a little relieved, Christen walked to the door and gave a thumbs-up to the distance.

She has to thank Muirsey for today's ambush.

Setting a trap is easy to detect, especially given Saria's vigilance. If Christensen makes any suspicious move, she will likely notice immediately. Only by having someone who is completely absent help, and then striking unexpectedly at the perfect moment, can the trap be successfully set in Saria's trap.

But how can someone who isn't even there seize that fleeting opportunity that Christensen might miss?

The answer is manifold!

Only Muirsey's exceptional talent could have orchestrated this perfect ambush!

On another distant mountain peak, outside the Manjushri Monastery on Mount Karan, Muirsay held a monocular telescope, observing the movements on the Matterhorn.

The water clone she left at the dome research station acted as a cushion to protect Saria when she entered the pit. However, it couldn't withstand the impact after falling into the rescue air cushion at the bottom of the pit and shattered.

In other words, she was unaware of the current situation on the Matterhorn. She also didn't know whether Christensen's plan had succeeded, or whether Saria could leap out of the crater by stepping on her left foot with her right.

Although it sounds a bit far-fetched, considering it's Saria, it doesn't seem entirely impossible.

Fortunately, the scenario that would have led to the immediate demise of Terra physics and rendered the Jeragund book useless did not occur. Soon after, she spotted Christensen through her monoculars, along with her thumbs-up gesture.

"Phew, looks like it worked."

"Saria is really something, actually resorting to violence. And to make matters worse, Christensen even saw through her underwear."

"Waaah, I was forced to do it too! It was all Christen's doing. The wronged have their culprits, and the debtors have their debtors. I hope Saria won't kill me when she comes up. The poor little elf can't withstand three punches from Vayvan."

Muirsey grinned, muttering to himself with a hint of lingering fear.

However, isn't it a bit too late to say all this now?

Oh well, I can only hope that Christensen's promise to return to Columbia after completing this "Star-Picking Experiment" is true.

If it's fake, then Muirsay decided that she wouldn't go back for the time being.

I'll stay in Kjerag for ten days or half a month until Seria calms down before going back. Anyway, Ernst and she have a pretty good understanding, so I guess I won't feel too bored.

No, no, Muelseth, why are you having such a vivid imagination? What if Saria isn't angry at all? Kristen will definitely keep her promise, right? Don't overthink it! Let's take care of our own business first!

Shaking her head to clear away the strange thought that "Mülseth was baked dry in the sun after being defeated by Saria," Mulseth put away her monocular telescope, turned around, and headed towards Manju Academy.

She came to Shelag partly for a selfish reason.

Elves are the children of giant beasts, born (or dissipated) from beings who have mastered the laws of nature, and are creatures that are close to nature.

But Muirsey has been alone since birth.

She didn't know who her ancestral beast was, where it was, or why it had given birth to her and then left without saying goodbye.

Could it be a Sargon behemoth?

Well, while it's immoral to slander giant beasts and question one's own parents, Muirsey has indeed done it quite a few times.

After all, who told Him to disappear without a trace after she was born!

If humanity is always in the process of seeking knowledge, then the knowledge that Muirsey sought was her "origin".

She also longed to meet her origins, her only family in the world.

Muirse entered the main hall of the Manjusaka Monastery. Before the benevolent, dignified, and majestic statue of Jeragund, she bowed her head, closed her eyes, and silently prayed.

"The legendary Yeragand, although I don't know if you actually exist, you must exist, right?"

"I am Muels, perhaps a relative or friend of yours whom you have never met, a child of a strange god. I humbly request your divine intervention."

"I would like to ask you to look at me. Do you recognize me? Do you know where I come from? Do you know who my origin is? Can you guide me in the right direction?"

"I pray to you fervently. If you respond, I am willing to offer all my savings, burn hundreds of incense sticks for you, and provide hundreds of offerings!"

Muirsey thought to herself, she really didn't know what God liked, so she could only offer up everything she had.

The reason she didn't say "offer everything" was because she felt that was a bit like an evil god, Ernst said, and that might not only not please Jeragund, but might even anger Him.

The room full of saints who froze to death at Manjusaka Academy, be like.

Unfortunately, despite her countless heartfelt prayers, the statues in Jeragand remained unchanged.

Has it failed?

As expected, Jeragand refused to acknowledge him.

Muirsey pursed her lips in disappointment and lowered her head, but just then, a calm voice sounded behind her:

Hello, what are you doing?

Muirses turned to look at the dark-haired girl in traditional Sherag attire who had entered the room. Under the gaze of her questioning blue eyes, she replied:

"I am praying."

Ya'er paused for a moment, then nodded somewhat apologetically and waved her hand, saying, "Oh, sorry to bother you, I didn't hear you. You can start now."

Muirses gave her a strange look and replied, "I've finished praying."

"Huh?" Ya'er was taken aback again, then stood there as if she had been momentarily lost in thought. After a moment, she checked that she hadn't received any calls from the other party before she came to her senses and asked, "So fast?"

"Fast?"

Muirsey frowned.

"I repeated it to myself several times."

Ya'er's face immediately showed an expression of "I knew it," and she sighed helplessly, reminding her:

"Since it's a prayer, why don't you say it out loud?"

Now it was Muirsey's turn to be surprised. She blinked her big eyes, somewhat puzzled: