People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

That means having a plan and a plan for action.

Besides, Jeston is just recuperating right now. Chongyue didn't go too far with the treatment; with the medical expertise of the Great Knight Territory, even with all the medical sorcerers working together, they could completely turn him over in less than three days. It would be so awkward if he came back!

"Right, right? Things need to be done slowly and carefully; haste makes waste!"

Hinterlea successfully convinced herself, said goodnight to Ernst, and then quickly slipped into the second bedroom.

Ernst had originally planned to do a classic business trip ritual: "order some local takeout." However, seeing that the door to the Centre was closed so quickly, he shrugged and temporarily abandoned the idea.

Yes, I'm exhausted after a long day, I deserve a good night's sleep. We can talk about everything tomorrow.

He returned to the master bedroom, turned off the lights, got into bed, and went to sleep in one smooth motion.

However, what he didn't know was that during his sleep, news of the battle at the Rose Arena had already spread throughout the upper echelons of Kazimierz.

"Prime Minister Ernst of Sherag sent his subordinate, Jeston Williams, to spar with Chongyue of the Yan Kingdom's team at the Rose Arena. In the end, Chongyue only won by one move!"

This is the text that the arena manager reported to the parent company.

Keeping it a secret? Of course it has to be a secret. They didn't even sell tickets on scalper websites... cough cough, they sold them publicly on ticketing websites, using "[The real opening match of the World Games - an offline competition you can't miss]" as a selling point, doing a huge promotional campaign to make a few million to tens of millions. How can that not be considered a secret?

What? Keeping it a secret means you can't tell others?

Yes, yes, of course, but the problem is, the person I revealed it to isn't even a person.

In Kazimierz, are bosses and superiors even considered human? When it comes to making decisions, they're like gods; when it comes to taking responsibility, they're like air. They're definitely not human.

Ernst and Chongyue, no matter how powerful or influential, are only temporarily in Kazimierz. But the Business Federation is the "lifeblood" of Kazimierz, the one who pays these leaders. Who they are protecting is obvious.

The Rose Newspaper Group received this news and immediately displayed the charm of journalism. When one of the "reporters" in charge saw the urgent intelligence report, it read:

"Prime Minister Shelag has met privately with representatives of Yan. Both sides exchanged warm greetings, had a friendly discussion on the issues between Yan and Shelag, and even played a friendly match, which Yan won."

Is the competition important?

That's not important. What's important is that Prime Minister Sherag had private contact with the Yan people.

Upon arriving in Kazimierz, he didn't contact the Business Federation, the Supervisory Council, or even the Colombians and Victorians with whom he had close ties. Instead, he made contact with people from Yan, whom he had no connection with at all.

This is obviously not normal.

You're saying the two of them didn't talk about anything? If it were me, even I'd say you're stupid!

"Find out who this Chongyue is."

The results came out quickly.

"Chongyue, the martial arts master of Yan Kingdom. The number one martial artist of the time, he is respectfully called the "Grandmaster". He had military experience in his early years and was stationed in Yumen. He is ranked tenth on the list of famous people in Yan Kingdom.

Ahead of him were Zhenlong, Taifu and other central government officials, as well as Wei Yanwu, a high-ranking official with a special status and governed a special city.

What, you're asking where this watch came from?

You probably found it on the intercity network. Yan Kingdom is incredibly mysterious; it hasn't interacted with the outside world for centuries. Chongyue isn't some high-ranking official in the imperial court. Aside from special departments like the Suitai and genuine martial arts practitioners, who else would be watching him?

Having a Wikipedia entry already indicates that he has a significant influence.

The problem lies precisely in this moderate influence and this ambiguous identity.

You might say he's incredibly powerful, but he's actually a nobody. Aside from the empty title of "Grandmaster," he holds no official position or military rank; he's just an ordinary citizen.

However, he has a military background and is stationed in Yumen, a major military town in Yan State. Zuo Xuanliao, the current commander of Yumen, is also his comrade-in-arms, so his influence is not low. Moreover, it is hard to say that his identity has nothing to do with the Yan State court.

Besides, even if there's no connection, it's impossible for him to represent Yan in the competition.

"What did Xie Lag discuss with Yan Guo this time?"

The reporter was somewhat unsure of Ernst's thoughts. But he knew this was an opportunity.

Prime Minister Sherag has now become, in effect, a bellwether for the new generation on Terra, and is gradually shedding the label of "new generation." As a discerning investor, he certainly sees Ernst's potential.

Stand with him and follow his lead; you're sure to make money in the short term.

As for things that happen over a long period of time, who can say for sure? Who knows, Lentinium might explode one day, and Victoria might perish. Although the possibility is small, it's not entirely impossible, right?

After thinking for a moment, the "reporter" spoke up and called over his subordinate:

"Send this intelligence to the Grand Knight Commander of the Supervisory Council."

The analysis by the Business Federation alone is useless in this matter.

Since your Supervisory Committee has seized the right to host this competition, you should figure out this problem yourself.

If you can figure out Ernst's thoughts and understand the next steps of Sherag and Yan Kingdom, it will benefit Kazimir, and the Business Federation will also benefit. Moreover, the Business Federation is now economically closely tied to Kazimir, so the actual benefits they receive will certainly be greater than those of the Supervisory Council.

If you can't figure it out, it only confirms your incompetence. The business association will still win.

You asked me if I didn't understand either? It's okay, that's not important.

Instead of improving yourself, belittle others. What matters isn't how good the business alliance is, but how bad the regulatory body is. What to do if you're being chased by a giant beast? It doesn't matter if you're slow, as long as you're faster than it.

So, the Supervisory Council, the office of the Grand Knight Commander.

Russell was just about to leave work when he received an urgent intelligence message.

[Sherlock's next partner is Yan.]

We must find out their next move.

[—by KGCC]

What, the competition?

Taking things out of context is a mistake; the key is to avoid taking things out of context. A fascinating moment in journalism!

Chapter 379 Little Tiger: Going to the Scene to Urge an Update!

"How interesting, the Red Dragon of Britain, the King of Knights, it really fits the theme of this competition."

Lying in bed in her pajamas, Beatrice Swire couldn't help but let out a few groans as she read "The Chronicles of Erzley: The Legend of King Arthur" in a very unseemly and eye-healthy posture.

She wasn't really a child anymore. Growing up in the Swire family environment, her mind was much more mature than that of ordinary children. In addition, she came into contact with all sorts of people every day in the Guard Bureau, so Swire felt that she was already a mature adult.

Even so, she was still deeply moved by King Arthur's actions in the book.

Admittedly, she could also see that some of King Arthur's actions in the book were rather "foolish," and that he was too short-sighted and indecisive in making decisions on certain matters. In a sense, his ultimate tragedy could be said to have been foreshadowed from the very beginning.

But this did not prevent Swire from being awestruck by the epic scale of the entire story.

Schweitzer had read Casimir's well-known chivalric romance, *The Last Knight*. Unfortunately, as a Terran, before she actually picked up *The Last Knight* to read, she had already learned about the story through television, movies, literary salons, forum discussions, and other channels more than once.

The Last Knight swept away the evil of Kazimierz and defeated the evil invaders, yet the land remained rife with suffering. To protect his beloved homeland and to keep danger at bay, he ultimately chose to sail to the sea. She'd heard this ending summary countless times since childhood.

But when she picked up the book, starting from the birth of that humble knight, reading about his life-and-death experiences, making friends, meeting his lover, sacrificing himself for his country on the battlefield, rebelling against landlords in the city, and finally achieving glory and fame, yet still resolutely letting go of everything and heading south, she couldn't help but feel admiration for that knight.

To achieve great deeds and establish a lasting peace in the world! Through trials and tribulations, my resolve to serve the nation remains unchanged!

This unwavering commitment to one's original aspirations and consistent adherence to one's standards, regardless of poverty or wealth, is an emotional value that every Yan citizen, and indeed every Terran citizen, can feel.

Nearly five years after reading "The Last Knight," she had grown up considerably and was no longer a naive student in school. Having entered society, she once again felt the emotional value of this book.

Moreover, the shock and emotion brought by this emotional value was even greater and stronger than when she read "The Last Knight"!

Because this is a story without spoilers.

Until the very last moment of the Battle of Camlann, Swire still hoped that when she turned to the next page, she would see the Lady of the Lake, Merlin, or the other Knights of the Round Table appear in the time of crisis, turn the tide, and allow the King of Knights to return to his Camelot, quell the rebellion in triumph, and reign supreme over all of Britannia.

But when she turned to the next page with great anticipation, she saw an illustration instead.

Countless corpses piled up like mountains, seemingly filling the entire world. The clear sky appeared tainted by blood, turning the once-white clouds yellow and filthy. The once-respected but now betrayed king knelt on one knee, his hand gripping the hilt of the sword that was said to bring victory. His head was slightly bowed, his loose brown hair obscuring his face, making it impossible to discern his expression or whether he was alive or dead.

The entire scene seemed to be filled with an atmosphere of despair, as if to drag everyone into that lifeless land. Yet, amidst this despairing picture, a crack appeared in the gloomy sky.

A bright, almost divine light shone from the rift that tore through the bloody gloom, like a divine arm reaching out to the king. The light shone on the king and on the sword, seemingly beckoning him.

"Your mission is over."

"It's time to rest now."

Shih Huai-ya took a deep breath, then exhaled with a trembling voice, unable to utter a word for a long time.

She suddenly remembered the process of knighting in a country called Britain, as described by the author of "Eris".

The superior places the sword on the shoulder of the knight being knighted, and the knight recites the oath.

In this illustration, the king is already a knight-king, both a knight and a king, and shouldn't have a higher position. But in this final scene, does the single beam of light falling from the sky, like the hand of a god, also hint at something?

Perhaps it's not a case of "Your mission is over, please rest."

Instead, it says, "Your mission is over. Now, move on to the next battlefield."

Wait a minute, isn't this a bit too unscrupulous of a business owner? They're not giving people any time to rest at all!

Completely unaware that she had subconsciously come up with the idea that it should be hung on a street lamp, Shih Huai-ya eagerly turned to the next page.

Eight large characters came into view.

[To be continued]

[Coming soon]

Swire: "........?"

She suddenly understood why her grandfather was so angry after watching "Ers" that he was on a ventilator and had an oxygen tube inserted, and even tried to pull the tube out and curse loudly.

It's not because Ers did something terribly bad at the end that ruined everything before, but because she did something as bad as internet lag that makes people want to be violent!

"If you're so good at making judgments, why don't you just take your own life too?"

Shih Huai-ya couldn't help but curse, turning the book to the first page where the author's name was.

"Let me see which *Longmen swear word* wrote this?"

Swire had read the first book and vaguely remembered that the author seemed to be somewhat famous in Terra, but she wasn't exactly a serious book lover. Most of the time, she read just to pass the time and didn't really try to remember the authors' names.

When she opened the cover and saw the signature, Swire was stunned once again.

"Ernst Shivaesh?"

The image of the film boy who had recently been making headlines in various media outlets and magazines across Terra instantly flashed into Swire's mind.

From being initially described as a "puppet of a small snowy nation," to later becoming a "humanitarian orator," and then a "young and promising prime minister of Sherag," and during this period, after the World's Fair was held, with all nations except Ursus attending, and information about airship technology, the Star-Picking Project, etc., being revealed, he was hailed by the media as a god-like "leader of the new generation of Terra," "the last conscience of this land," and "a prime minister of Sherag, Ernst Shivaesh, whose life is filled with scandals and who governs through a harem!"

The last one is about red wine.

Sipping red wine while reading gossip news perfectly matches Swire's stereotype of the Kazimierz people. And they have the nerve to call themselves "revealing the truth"? Even a three-year-old in Kazimierz knows that you can't believe a single word the wine newspaper says!

But does that "Young Politician Sherag," whom the media regards as his bread and butter, actually have such a hobby?

Shouldn't politicians be people who spend their days huddled in their dark, gloomy castles, under eerie lighting that doesn't even illuminate their upper faces, while chuckling wickedly and plotting all sorts of schemes?

Look at Wei Yanwu, he's just like that.

*Ahem* Just kidding. Of course, the eternally correct Governor Wei is very virtuous and righteous. At least while Shi Huaiya was receiving this salary, she wouldn't criticize Wei Yanwu.

If she gets fired by that petty old man, she'll have to go back and inherit billions of dollars in tears!

"Speaking of which, didn't Ernst Shivaesh also stay at the Swire Hotel?"

Shi Huaiya raised an eyebrow.

In theory, as the hotel designated by the Board of Supervisors for VIP accommodations, representatives from various countries and athletes should all be staying here.

However, there may be exceptions. For example, the representative from the Yan country team.

Wei Yanwu had warned her before she came to Kazimierz, saying that if the representatives of the Yan country team were also staying at the Swire Hotel, she should find another place to avoid running into them.

The reason was "a taboo in the imperial court".

Shi Huaiya didn't understand what the Yan Kingdom's court was wary of, and how it could involve her, but since Wei Yanwu had already issued a warning in advance, Shi Huaiya was naturally willing to give Lao Deng face... it was out of respect for her superior's opinion.

After arriving at the hotel, she checked the check-in records at the front desk. Only after confirming that the name "Chongyue" was not there did she feel reassured and check in.

As for Ernst Siwaish, Swire didn't know if she counted as an exception, but it didn't matter.

As a newly appointed high-ranking leader, her power is limitless; a little investigation is all it takes.

Picking up the landline by the bed, Shih Huai-ya dialed the internal number and found the hotel manager again.

Upon learning of Miss Swire's request, the manager was clearly in a dilemma:

“Miss, we can’t just look at our clients’ information, especially since these clients of ours are all very influential… The Supervisory Commission has already issued a ban on this.”