People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ernst wasn't just facing Laterano, but also the entire Terran community of devout Laterano believers. What good would it do to offend them?

Why should I trade one for one when it's a win-win situation for me?

King Ivangelista XI smiled slightly and nodded in satisfaction:

“I was mistaken. Prime Minister Ernst is right. Let’s confirm the time.”

"How about setting off tomorrow?" Ernst asked.

King Ivangelista XI was taken aback: "Isn't this a bit too hasty?"

Ernst shrugged: "I have to be back in seven days to announce the results."

King Ivangelista XI considered for a moment: “That… is also acceptable. However, I have some matters to attend to here. I can write a personal letter, affix my seal, and give it to Mostima, then have her take you back. Prime Minister Ernst should still remember the path to meet the [Law], shouldn't he?”

"It's natural."

Ernst nodded.

"Can I bring someone?"

"This... I'm afraid it's inconvenient?" King Ivangelista XI was somewhat resistant.

Ernst didn't insist; after all, that place held the greatest secrets of their entire country and even their entire race, and it was indeed inappropriate to bring people in. He had only asked casually.

Besides, he figured Christensen wouldn't be able to leave anytime soon.

After all, Ms. Vaivan is really angry right now.

..........

Kjerag, Matterhorn, Dome Research Station.

The escape tunnel's elevator platform slowly rose, revealing Saria's robust and tall figure.

She's not actually that tall; at 174cm, she's only slightly above average. But nobody thinks the adjective "robust and imposing" is inappropriate when applied to her.

Because she is Saria.

Seeing Saria fully ascend, Kristen immediately gave a somewhat guilty smile and went to greet her:

"Saria, are you alright?"

"They even designed a lift platform specifically for the escape routes, Christensen."

Saria's voice was calm, so calm that Muirsey and Nastie, who were standing next to Christensen, couldn't help but shiver.

Something is wrong.

"Um, Christensen, I suddenly remembered that Ernst asked me to talk about the Sky City today, so I'll go first."

Nasti was the first to try to run away. Seeing that the banshee was running faster than anyone else, Muirsey immediately reacted and was not willing to fall behind.

"Haha, since Saria is alright, I'll be going now. I have an appointment with Ernst to go shopping and talk about Jeragund!"

She was even more direct; as soon as she finished speaking, she planned to disperse her water clones.

Only a fool would send their true form to see Saria in this state. She may have many clones, but she only has one life, and she only has one adorable face!

But why would Saria give them that opportunity?

A cold snort rang in the ears of the three, and the next second, Saria appeared in front of Muerses' water clone and threw a punch without hesitation.

"Clap!"

With a splash of water, Muirsays's water clone was blasted apart before it could disintegrate!

Although it wouldn't cause any harm to the person in question, the sheer power of that punch still sent a chill down the spines of the two remaining people present.

What kind of power is this, and how can anyone resist it?

I'm afraid even if we opened another escape route, it wouldn't be able to stop Saria now! At this moment, no one can stop her!

Without even a moment's mourning for Muirses's water clone, Nasti, who was rushing to escape, suddenly heard a whoosh.

Then, a hand, as heavy as a mechanical tool, clamped her right hand like a vise. Her steps faltered abruptly; the mighty Sarkaz, with their naturally imposing physique, was now rendered unable to move!

Let's talk about it later.

"Saria said softly."

Nasti's pupils contracted, and cold sweat trickled down her temples, down her face, and dripped to the ground.

"it is good."

Only then did Saria turn her attention to the mastermind behind it all, the golden retriever who longed to fly—Kristen Wright.

Christensen felt her lips were a little dry, so she tried to speak to ease the tension:

"Saria, are you alright? There was a slight mishap during the experiment; I remember I dropped something..."

"It's been taken care of."

Hiss—was it... disposed of?

What a terrifying statement! What exactly did I throw down? I remember that researcher was hugging a vase like a wife; I guess I threw something similar, right?

"No, you're not hurt, are you?" Christen asked.

"You can't hurt me. Don't throw things from high places. I'm finished eating."

Saria gave a brief answer, effectively shutting down all of Christensen's questions.

But to be honest, Christensen has even more problems.

Food? Could it be the dinner I'm preparing to heat up tonight?

But it's clear that Saria doesn't intend to let Kristen stall for time any longer.

Her question, though seemingly casual, carried the imposing aura of a martial saint, deserving of death by a red card:

"Now, are you coming back to Rhine Life with me?"

Kristen swallowed hard and delivered Saria's declaration of defeat after rising from the ground!

"I will reply."

Chapter 333 Nasti: I Play the Suona

Sherag, Tukarim, Ernst's office.

"Dong-dong-dong-dong!"

A series of urgent knocks interrupted Ernst, who was arranging the work for the next few days. He glanced at the door in surprise, then at Holheimia, who was taking notes. Miss Feathered Serpent shrugged, revealing an innocent expression.

Ernst then waved his hand, indicating that she should wait in the conference room next door for a while, and then opened the door.

What followed was a series of pitiful pleas:

"Help! Help! Ernst, help! Saria is so fierce! Let me hide here for a while!"

Muirsey moved with the agility of a mountain sprite like Perot, slipping through the crack in the door in a flash. Before Ernst could even ask what had happened, she grabbed his arm and shook it back and forth as if she had seen a lifeline.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Saria is catching up soon! There's no time to explain!"

Ernst opened his mouth, his gaze drifting towards the door of the adjacent conference room.

Muirsey immediately rushed over, yanked open the door with a snap, and darted inside, bumping right into Horhaia, who was eavesdropping behind the door.

Then she was bounced back.

Muirsey rubbed her head, her mouth slightly open, her bewildered face clearly not understanding what had happened. It wasn't until her eyes met Horhaya's in mid-air that Muirsey suddenly realized what that feeling of bumping into an elastic sponge had been all about.

Her lips trembled, and her expression as she looked at Horhaya resembled a pie chart—three parts resentment, three parts jealousy, two parts self-pity, and two parts despair.

At that moment, she could tell at a glance that the woman in front of her was definitely not a good person!

Snake demon! It's a snake demon! A snake demon that bewitches people and disrupts their cultivation!

Unfortunately, time didn't allow her to vent all her frustrations at once. However, if she had, Horhaiya would probably have been even happier.

After all, she is a feathered serpent, and compared to the disguised Liberi, Phidia (the serpent) is clearly more in line with her race and personality.

She has the memories of several generations of her ancestors, spanning over four hundred years, and is unsurprisingly the oldest person in the entire Sherag! She's nothing like those Liboli people who are always oblivious to the situation!

What? You're questioning whether I'm the oldest?

Please, is anyone else in Sherag very old? Jeragand isn't a person, is he? Are you suggesting Ernst is older than me? Or Hinterlaya?

You're not as good as me in any way, are you?

"Boom boom boom——"

The knocking sounded again, like a death knell, making Muirsey tremble. She didn't care that there was another bad woman hiding in the room, and hurriedly rushed in with her head down, closing the door behind her.

Ernst looked at all this with a mixture of bewilderment and awe, then turned around and opened the door again.

Standing outside the door was Nastya, her expression stiff. Upon seeing Ernst open the door, her first reaction was to apologize.

"Ernst, I'm sorry."

Ernst raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"

Nasti took a deep breath, her face clearly showing her helplessness:

Is Muirsay here?

"she......."

Ernst hesitated for a moment, gazing at Nastie's tense face, as if he understood something, then shook his head.

"I've never been here before, why?"

"call--"

Nastya let out a short sigh of relief.

"Saria is looking for her."

"Saria is out?"

"Kristen just rescued her."

Ernst tilted his head left and right, glancing behind Nastie to make sure Kristen and Seria weren't there, before asking:

"What about them?"

Nasti pulled out her bone flute, which had a marker nib inserted into it. Under Ernst's shocked gaze, she removed the nib, wiped it clean, put it to her lips, and began to play that incredibly mournful tune:

"Kristen has voluntarily returned to Colombia."

It must be said that the Sarkaz banshees are truly something else in this regard. As expected of a race whose full name is "Banshees of Death," their announcements of death are delivered in a melodious and sorrowful tone, instantly evoking grief and bringing tears to the eyes of those who hear them, as if they possess a magical quality.

The only problem is, Christensen isn't dead!

It's just going back to Colombia, why are you praising your brother to death like that?

Ernst felt that if he were surfing the internet right now, he should at least send a laughing penguin emoji to match, but unfortunately there was no such thing in reality, and he didn't know that silly Yu either.

To be unable to express one's frustrations is a great regret in life!

Ernst thought that was Nasti's limit, but to his surprise, she continued with the next section, not putting down the bone flute and not stopping playing:

"I've also volunteered to go back to Colombia!"

Its sound was mournful, like a lament, like a yearning, like weeping, like a plea, its lingering notes faint and continuous. It seemed to make the hidden dragons in the deep valleys dance, and the widows on their lonely boats weep.

Ernst: "........."

No, is going back to Colombia really that upsetting for you?

Colombia isn't some hell on earth, and you and Christensen aren't some wanted criminals. I'm not sending you back.

We know this. We know you're going back to Rhine Life Sciences to become incredibly wealthy, live a life of luxury, and command hundreds of people doing scientific research. Anyone who didn't know better would think you're being sent to Mansfield, a mobile prison, to serve your sentences and be executed in the autumn!

"If you don't want to, then don't go back," Ernst couldn't help but say.

"No, no, no, I'm willing."

Nastya quickly shook her head.

"Thinking about it carefully, it's true that I haven't been back for a long time. The engineering department has been left entirely to Ferdinand and Justin Jr., and he might have even sold off my collection. I really need to go back and take a look."