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That's not a good idea. It just goes to show that Ernst's considerations were correct.

Ernst wasn't really unwilling to add this event. Strictly speaking, the Olympics already has equestrian events, so adding similar pack animal competitions wouldn't be a problem.

However, the fact that the winning pack animal can freely choose to be steamed or braised seems a bit too cruel and doesn't quite fit the theme of the World Games.

But if this practice is banned, then the pack animal competition loses a major draw. After all, a champion pack animal won't just run once. If it participates in commercial events, will it end up being stewed or not? Will it be topped with scallions and cilantro?

To avoid problems and public outcry later, it would be better not to add this project in the first place. Let it remain a purely commercial event.

In any case, this is just one of Ensiodes' many industries, and there is no need to give it any special political significance.

"As for Latatos... let her handle it. A first-mover advantage isn't so easy to overcome. Besides, whose intention do you think is behind their rapid development?"

Ensiodis said calmly.

Without needing to be explicitly stated, both he and Nohis knew the answer perfectly well.

Ernst was always standing behind Latatos.

From the moment she was first assigned to the Kharland Trade as an agent to help Ernst oversee the cleanup of the Kharland Trade, Latatos has never been separated from Ernst's vassal.

Bronta Home Textiles' rapid rise in Sheraton, finding sales channels and growing in size is not only due to Latatos's resolute attitude in leading the family's transformation, and her own hard work and talent, but also the indispensable support of the overall environment.

In Shelag, probably no one is unaware of who provided this favorable environment and these advantageous policies.

Ernst did not want to see the Karan Trade directly monopolize all aspects of the Sherag economy, becoming the next unwieldy business federation. Therefore, he would inevitably cultivate a rival capable of checking and balancing the business federation. This was a very common strategy.

The Blantau family simply hitched a ride on this opportunity. They have been a merchant family in Sherag since ancient times. The barren Blantau territory gradually prospered only through trade with Perroch and Shivaesh. Now, Ernst is looking for the right person, and Latatos herself is also seeking change. The two hit it off and the current situation has been formed.

Does Enshiodis have any lingering resentment about this?

He certainly does. But he's not one of those pure businessmen or executives in the business association; his vision is much broader.

Although he was somewhat displeased with Ernst's disbelief in his brother, he could understand it.

After all, he himself didn't completely trust Ernst.

Besides, is it possible for him to simply revive Bulangtao Home Textiles?

Without using public power to directly suppress Karan Trade, Karan Trade has a significant first-mover advantage, occupying the vast majority of high-value industries in Sherag. The fact that the business tycoon is still SilverAsh remains unshaken!

The strong always get stronger; that's the rule of the business world. And without Ernst launching a direct attack, he wouldn't mind sharing some of the pie with others, including Latatos.

Otherwise, he and his Kalan trade wouldn't have refrained from seizing the obviously profitable fur and textile industries when they could have easily built a railway line.

Even when Britain was dumping goods from China, they still knew to dump cheap and good cotton fabric. The cotton textile industry was one of Sherag's traditional industries. Do you think Enshiodis wouldn't have thought of that?

His goal has always been the wealth and power of all of Shelag; he was just the one who got rich first.

"As for rebelling against Ernst?"

He smiled and looked at Nosis, his gaze making Nosis feel uneasy.

Nosis crossed his arms, adopting an instinctive defensive stance, and took a half-step back:

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I was just wondering how much more you have to bet?"

Enciodes listed them, feigning thought.

"You've been suspended from your post several times and lost your shares. What else can you gamble on?"

Noxis's expression turned pale and then purple, and he remained silent for a long time.

Clearly, Ensiodis's attack was indeed highly effective, directly penetrating Nosis's armor with an armor-piercing bullet.

After all, it was a bit too humiliating that Ernst broke the record for the shortest bet time in less than ten seconds, while Gaul held his own for quite a while!

"Are you resigned to this, Ensiodis?" Nosis questioned.

Ensiodis glanced at him:

"Whether you're willing or not, what do you want? Do you want to be whipped with a mace, or have our revered god Jeragund sprinkle ice cubes on your sheets in the middle of the night?"

Nohis was shocked: "Yelagand did this?"

He muttered to himself, clearly somewhat disbelieving: "I found it strange when you told me you'd seen Yeragand last time. You weren't tricked by Ernst, were you? Even if there really is a god, how could it be so... ridiculous?"

Ensiodis glanced at him with pity, said nothing, took a sip of the black tea in his cup, and silently took a step back.

The sun is shining brightly today.

"Snapped--"

A hailstone hit Nosis on the head.

Nohis looked up, puzzled, only to see a small dark cloud hanging above his head in broad daylight.

Nosis opened his mouth and looked at Ensiodis: "What is this?"

Unexpectedly, Ensiodis had already put down the mug in his hand, clasped his hands together, and prayed:

“By the great god Yeragand, Nosis was just joking and had no intention of slandering or spreading rumors about you. He also had no intention of risking his life to defy fate.”

"This person is still useful, please be kind and go easy on him."

"Enciodes, you!"

Nosis's eyes widened in anger, but before he could finish speaking, a slightly weary voice reached their ears:

"it is good."

First, I can rule out that I'm hallucinating. Second, Ensiodis shouldn't be using a fake voice. Third, there shouldn't be anyone else on this rooftop.

The conclusion is therefore obvious.

"I must be hallucinating."

Nosis shrugged, glanced at the dark cloud hanging overhead that showed no sign of dissipating, and finally smiled with relief.

"lighter."

A few hailstones, neither too big nor too small, mixed with a little rain and snow, gently brushed over Nosis's head.

For the physically robust Terrans, such an "attack" caused no harm whatsoever, not even a tickle. But it was enough to soak Nosis's meticulously styled hair and white suit completely.

They're all citizens of Sheragand, and Jeragand is quite friendly. A minor punishment will suffice.

After all, I'm not some kind of demon!

Nodding contentedly, Ya'er hadn't even had a chance to admire the drenched Liboli before her attention was drawn back by the terrifying voice of the "Water Demon."

"Sleeping again!"

Director Muirsey pushed up his non-prescription glasses, which he used to appear knowledgeable, and solemnly criticized:

"Get up, get up! How can you sleep at your age?"

"The great god Yeragand invited me to teach you, not for you to sleep! Listen to me properly!"

Chapter 366 Jeragand, you've caught the urge to study!

Typhon left, but Sami left the letter in Sherag.

Shelag is a good place for Him. It has a similar natural environment to Sami, so He doesn't feel uncomfortable living there. It's also more vibrant and He can see a wider variety of people.

Sami still quite likes these fragile, yet magnificent and colorful civilizations.

"Does that mean that Brother Sami will also be going to the World Games to join in the fun?"

Gao Wenyan picked his teeth and asked a curious question.

Meanwhile, a certain miner, who was nearly driven to desperation by Theresis's [Time Sequence], shook his head:

"No, [Sami] said that the defenses in the north are not in good shape. They probably can't spare any manpower to participate in the games."

"Oh~" Gawain nodded, somewhat regretfully.

That's normal, after all, that place is Sami. If Yan has the strength to participate but chooses to close itself off, then Sami has the will but simply doesn't have the power.

The situation at the front lines is already tense; sending people to the rear to participate in a recreational event is really unnecessary. Besides, Sami probably doesn't care much about political repercussions, does he?

"However, without one country, it just feels like something's missing."

Gao Wen muttered to himself.

Unexpectedly, [Time Sequence] chimed in:

"Ah, then you don't need to worry. [Sami] said that although he can't send anyone over, if he's not too busy, he can create an avatar to come and join in the fun."

Gawain: "?"

When I put a question mark, it's not that I have a problem, but that I think you have a problem.

While giant beasts do indeed have the ability to create avatars, such as the Year Beast, Yeragand, and even the [Chronicles], which all have their own avatars, this is the first time Gawain has ever heard of someone creating an avatar just to join in the fun.

Is this necessary?

Before Gawain could even voice his question, a letter drifting from afar, arriving in a manner that defied the very physics Jeragand had studied for so long, spoke for itself:

"I'm just here to watch; I'm not playing."

Gawain then composed his shocked lion-like expression.

Indeed, for a colossal beast, especially one of the top tiers among them, to create an avatar specifically to participate in a competition among a group of humans is undeniably a bit too malicious.

The behemoth wasn't exactly a competitive creature, at least not [Sami]. He did it simply because he was bored.

Anyway, Sami slept all day long in Sami. He finally found two fellow tribesmen who were quite easy to get along with and organized a behemoth tea party. Although a beast lord had snuck in, it didn't matter. Sami naturally wanted to have more fun.

The World's Fair was fun, but not enough for Sami. After all, the World's Fair mostly showcased humanity's culture, technology, and other achievements of civilization. While Sami enjoyed it, it lacked a certain direct stimulation.

But sports meets are different. Everyone goes out to compete in a real competition, and you have to be ranked first, second, third, and fourth, with winners and losers. That's much more interesting, isn't it?

Especially the Knights' Tournament, which, it is said, was expanded to include the entire land at the instigation of that very interesting Jeragand child.

This is great, the fun is about to begin!

As we all know, the three biggest hobbies of modern netizens are political commentary, boasting, and stacking boxes to rank up their combat power!

As for [Sami], as the apex creature in the entire Terra ecosystem, although He is not a netizen, that does not prevent Him from having similar hobbies to netizens.

If He could, He would even like to send one of His own generals, Ektilniel, to test the Snow Sacrifice's level in the Terra region. Unfortunately, He couldn't.

First, the northern defense line is indeed under strain. Sami's land can barely support a large population, and the constant disturbances caused by collapsing bodies have put Xue Si and the warriors in a very precarious situation. Second, [Sami] has stated that they can no longer create ciphertext tablets.

No joke, creating encrypted text is a technical skill. In Sami, Sami generally don't communicate directly with the Snow Priests—every tribal leader is a Snow Priest, and there may be more than one Snow Priest in a tribe. With so many Snow Priests, if each one makes a prayer call to Him every day, how can He get any sleep? If He doesn't sleep, where will He gather His energy to deal with the corruption of evil spirits?

To this end, He established an automated response system that answered every prayer through pre-written coded messages.

It's a shame to admit, but this kind of notebook-like reply has a bit of the feel of a scammer's script.

However, unlike simple deceptive rhetoric that has no effect, the mechanism set up by Sami is very complex. It has been adjusted for more than a thousand years to gradually reach the point where each ciphertext corresponds to a different version and can provide valuable, formulaic template answers that can solve simple problems.

As for those more difficult and complex issues that require direct consultation with him, [Sami] has also opened a channel. The Great Snow Priest is this channel. These few Great Snow Priests, including Ektilniel, are His chosen ones, that is, His [representatives]. They can be tribal leaders or independent traveling Snow Priests. If a tribal Snow Priest encounters a problem that the cipher tablets cannot fully resolve, they can report it to them, and then they will solve it.

If they can't solve it either, then you can directly ask [Sami] for help, and [Sami] will take action.

This system saved Him a lot of effort, but it also presented Him with a real challenge.

It would be difficult for Him to use some mystical words to imply to Ektilniel, "Little Ektilniel, Dad wants you to participate in a race, not to race against the collapsing bodies on the ice field!"

So, forget it.

He'll just go and see for himself, join in the fun, and won't bring the children along.

However, He was well aware that even if He didn't take the child with him, a certain deity would definitely go with the child.

[Sami] glanced around the tea party and asked:

"Where is Jeragand?"

Gao Wen explained:

"Yelagand is in class."

He looked at him with a disappointed expression and complained,

"He poached a scientist from Ernst, and now he's always glued to that book. He's really disgracing us behemoths! He could make a living with pure numbers, so why does he insist on using knowledge?"