People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Fremont, the representative of Letania, was previously a professor of Originium Arts, selected through a public audition?"

Charné looked at the registration form and was very satisfied with it.

Is there a more wonderful sandbag than this?

Originium Mages are like a bunch of glass cannons, wiped out the moment they get close. Blood Knights, on the other hand, are "tanks" with incredible stamina. Perhaps in a large enough arena, Originium Mages forming a square formation could suppress the knights with firepower, making it difficult for them to get close. But this is knightly combat!

A field the size of a football field, one-on-one fair matches, unrestricted free-for-all fighting where everyone can show off their skills.

There is almost no advantage for Originium Mage; on the contrary, every objective condition is helping Blood Knight!

Once you get close, what fighting ability could an old man like Deng, who looks to be in his seventies or eighties, possibly have? Wouldn't he just fall over at the slightest touch?

Chalne's only worry was that he might have to prepare a rescue team in advance to avoid someone getting killed on the field, which would make Letania lose face.

Speaking of which, Letania is really something, choosing representatives through open elections. After leaving the Witch King, there are very few strong individuals left.

"Just him."

Charné pulled out Fremont's registration form and nodded in satisfaction.

Will we win? We're definitely going to win!

Chapter 383 The International Games of Nations Opens in Grand Style!

Kazimir, the Grand Knight Commander Kavaleria, at the opening ceremony of the World Games.

A week flies by.

Bertrand Russell stood on the podium, holding his prepared speech in his hand.

Unfortunately, this speech was not provided by Ernst. Russell did communicate with Ernst about the speech, hoping that he could provide him with a "Manifesto for the Games of Nations," just as he had provided the "Moon Landing Declaration" for the Vice President of Colombia.

But Ernst politely declined her offer.

Ernst did know of one declaration concerning sport: the famous Coubertin Olympic Manifesto.

However, his understanding of the declaration was limited to having read it. After all, sports history wasn't within his area of ​​interest, and the Olympic Manifesto, written in 1892, was simply too distant a time. To this day, he had almost completely forgotten its contents.

Moreover, not every speech can be copied verbatim. As a kind of inflammatory literary work, a speech must be appropriate for its environment and conditions. For example, you cannot recite the Emancipation Proclamation while you are in the toilet, nor can you recite a passionate poem like "We Shall Fight to the End" while the elderly are applauding for love.

The former is merely out of step with the times, the latter... Change the context: We will fight in Gaul. We will fight at sea. We will fight in the air with ever-growing confidence and strength. We will defend our country at all costs. We will fight on the beaches. We will fight on the enemy's landing grounds. We will fight in the countryside and the streets. We will fight in the mountains. We will never surrender!

hiss.......

Are you planning to broadcast your "battle footage" not only to this land, but also to the Agorians, the Haisi, the demons, and even the giant structures hanging in the sky outside this land?

Ernst didn't want such a ridiculous situation to occur. So, rather than racking his brains to recall and write that kind of content, he preferred not to write it at all.

Of course, not providing the manuscript directly doesn't mean I can't help with revisions. Ernst has read quite a few famous speeches; even if he hasn't personally read them, he's seen Cheng Shan (he really has). So, he can certainly offer some constructive suggestions.

This is the revised version that Russell received.

"Ladies and gentlemen, dear guests, welcome to the Great Knight's Territory of Kavaleria. Your arrival has made this historic city shine even brighter, and it has also made me believe that on this land, besides war and hatred, there is still peaceful competition."

"I say this not without reason."

Russell's gaze swept over the representatives from various countries who were now seated at the front of the newly built Pegasus Arena. His eyes fell on Daphne of Victoria, the Duke of Caesar of Victoria, Fremont of Letania, and finally he nodded slightly in Ernst's direction, revealing a kind smile.

It's worth mentioning that Ursus didn't come this time either.

Of course, this time it wasn't because Ursus had fallen ill again. No matter how arrogant they are, after suffering a loss at the World's Fair, theoretically they would at least begin to value that brand.

Indeed, when Emperor Fyodor of Ursus learned that Kazimierz was going to hold a grand international games based on their “playing house knightly games,” he was energized and selected a group of athletes to travel to Kazimierz to participate.

These athletes, regardless of their specific skill level, are indeed all promising young talents from families with a strong academic tradition. It's almost embarrassing to reveal your name if your family doesn't have a general among its ancestors.

This group of young officers was also the core group that Fyodor intended to cultivate for himself and his children.

But that's exactly where the problem lies.

There were already some minor conflicts and minor frictions between Kazimir and Ursus.

Let's say the Uka War was fought twelve times, with no fewer than ten thousand border conflicts. A third of the territory of Kazimir was once occupied by Ursus. Many high-ranking officers and even high-speed warships of Ursus were stabbed in the back by the lances of the Silver Spear Pegasus Knights.

The contradictions cannot be said to be very large, at least not as large as those between Gaul and Victoria.

In this situation, nine out of ten members of the Ursus delegation were descendants of generals, and one of them was a marshal. They were all from the old Ursus banner with impeccable lineage. What did this mean to the Kazimir people?

To put it mildly, this is infiltration; to put it more seriously, this is blatant disrespect!

Would you allow the descendants of warmongers to participate in the Games in your country, and who knows, you might even have to present them with trophies and gold medals?

Russell, for one, wouldn't. It's more likely they'd be hanged if they came in.

She was quite rational; instead of directly berating Ursus, she simply found a reason to deny the Ursus delegation's visas.

Compete? Dream on. Now you dare to compete? Next, are we going to hang your photos on the champion's wall for everyone to admire?

Almost got it!

As for whether this would make Ursus feel like it was being targeted? Russell didn't care anyway.

Ursus and Kazimierz both felt that the other was targeting them. All she wanted to say was that when Ursus felt that you were targeting him, you had better actually be there and actually have the ability to do so.

Besides, Ursus wasn't invited to the World's Fair either, was it? Otherwise, why didn't they see Ursus even when beggars came looking for them?

Ernst might also have a problem with Ursus!

With the Ursus people out of the way, Russell quickly got into the zone.

“The activities of the modern world are concentrated in three capitals: Londinium, Kavaleriaqui, and Trilintelme. From these three cities arose three systems, all based on the widespread ideas of ancient societies, which influenced other regions. These ancient ideas were passed down from the time of our ancestors and were consciously or unconsciously inherited by people during the Four Nations War. They can be summarized in three words: politics, sports, and art.”

"The Victorians were politically astute; they transformed the entire nation into a vast and sophisticated machine, where even when the manipulator was gone, its components could still function perfectly within a well-defined system. This governance system is still widely adopted and studied by many nations in Terra today, and it is one of the cornerstones of our modern civilization."

This statement actually carries a hint of flattery.

The concept of the state, if traced back, should actually be traced back to Luga Sargus, the King of Kings, who established a centralized Sargon Empire. However, the precursor to the modern state should be the now-extinct Gallo-Pacific. The first mobile city built by the Gallo-Pacific is considered the symbol of Terra's formal entry into modern society. Subsequent modernization reforms, represented by Gallo-Pacific mobile city technology, political reforms, and the Great Code, profoundly influenced the nations of the continent in many ways. Most notably, Gallo-Pacific was considered a "universal language" for a time, and Gallo-Pacific architectural style, considered an "imperial style," became widely popular in various countries.

But as the saying goes, when you're abroad, you choose your own identity. Even Turks, who have absolutely no connection to Turkey, can claim descent from the Huns, so it's not unreasonable for Russell to make such a claim, given his supposed connection to the Han Dynasty.

Anyway, Luga Sargus is also an Aslan, and eight hundred years ago he was related to the Aslan of Vina's lineage by blood. So why isn't Victoria considered the second Sargon?

Didn't Gaul also perish? The vast majority of its territory and heritage was annexed by Victoria. Even the keel of Lingons, the Gaul capital, was used as construction material for the flagship of Duke Wellington's high-speed warship. In a sense, Gaul is also part of Victoria.

Anyone who disagrees is being unreasonable. Even Gaul and Luca Sargus have no objections, so what are you doing?

Sure enough, after hearing this, Daphne was quite confused, but the Duke of Caesar smiled.

It is said that older women like to hear these kinds of roundabout compliments.

Russell continued, “The Letanians love art. Their poetry and music are popular throughout Terra. Even Originium Arts, which were once considered ‘the devil’s magic,’ have been given an artistic beauty by their hands. They are a group of natural aesthetes, and that is why, no matter how thick the shadows of the past may be, the light of art will eventually pierce through the shadow of the tyrant.”

Russell's words were quite fitting. Compared to the shameless praise that was very much in line with Victoria's, these words were actually quite realistic in the context of Letania today.

But for some reason, Fremont, the representative of the Letanian delegation, frowned and showed a slightly impatient expression.

This puzzled Russell, who wondered what trigger he had stepped on with the old man.

Judging from this old man's age, he must have lived through the era of the Witch King. Could he be a remnant of the Witch King's faction?

No way... How did the remnants of the Witch King get chosen by the Twin Queens to represent him?

Not knowing what had happened on Letania's side, she could only abandon her idea of ​​adding a couple of compliments and continued:

"And Kazimir, Kazimir is the birthplace of sports."

"The Kazimierz people have been running since the beginning of recorded history. Born on the vast plains, every Kazimierz person is a natural athlete. And the knight is a product born from this tradition."

"Knights are our role models, our warriors who defend our country, and our heroes who protect our people. Whether on the battlefield or in the arena, every drop of blood they shed and every drop of sweat they shed was for glory and honor!"

"But I sincerely hope that they can shed more sweat than blood in the arena than on the battlefield. That is why I am willing to join the Kjerag system and organize this World Games."

As Russell said this, a sly look appeared on his face.

Her gaze swept over Ernst, and she saw a hint of helplessness on his face.

Because the phrase "join the international system" was added by her.

His goal was simple: as the first country to publicly endorse, join, and host a Games under the World Federation system, he hoped to secure more benefits for Kazimierz.

For example, the positions of the five key figures.

Ernst was speechless about this.

How to put it? Unexpected, yet reasonable?

I wouldn't say I felt ill. People have the right to say what they want, and at least she didn't force herself to do so. If she had just said, "As one of the five leaders, I have decided to hold this sports meet," Ernst would have really had to come out and deny it.

Russell's words seem to intensify the competition. For Sherag, who was already out of the running for leadership, this isn't detrimental; in fact, it might be beneficial.

The more attention and resources major powers invest in this system, the more effective and binding it will be. This will allow Scherrag to reap greater benefits.

"I am delighted to see that you, my fellow guests, share the same vision and, with a desire for peace, are transforming the conflict on the battlefield into a spirit of striving for excellence on the sports field."

"Therefore, I hereby formally announce to you this exciting news that will be recorded in the history of Terra."

"That is, after tonight's semi-finals of this year's Knights' Tournament, which means tomorrow, the Kazimierz International Games will officially open!"

"The opening match of the first game will feature Mr. Fremont from the Leitania delegation against the semi-finalist. Stay tuned!"

Chapter 384 Fremont, a member of the Porridge Bar

Kazimir, Pegasus Stadium.

Blood Knight Dikeopolis stood in the arena, his eyes peering through the gaps in his helmet at Candle Knight Viviana standing on the opposite side.

The cheers from the audience grew louder and louder.

Without a doubt, this is a moment of jubilation for the entire Great Knight Territory. The two most popular knights in all of Kazimierz this year have finally stood on the arena and are about to face off in a head-on confrontation.

Blood Knight is an absolute combat-ready knight. While not exactly ugly, he's far less attractive than his rival, Candle Knight Viviana. Yet, despite his unattractive appearance, he's reached the top of the popularity charts, even surpassing Candle Knight, which speaks volumes about his exceptional abilities.

Warm, kind, approachable, incredibly strong, and providing a strong sense of security—these are all labels associated with him.

The Candle Knight opposite her was no pushover either.

No one knows better than Hintley how much effort and skill a knight needs to make a name for himself in both the spectator and competitive arenas.

These two distinctions appear to be merely a matter of unspoken rules; outwardly, the Knights' Guild's classification system makes no distinction between them. However, in reality, the gap between them is as vast as the difference between fundamental categories!

"A family eats the same food as its own. The people running two different tracks take different paths and have different goals. Although everyone's ultimate goal is to make money, for the riders in the spectator group, losing is not unacceptable, as long as they lose gracefully. But for the riders in the racing group, winning is a must, even if it's an ugly victory."

"To straddle two tracks, gain recognition from both, and secure resources from both sides is tantamount to simultaneously undermining the livelihoods of two companies. To make an inappropriate analogy, the difficulty is like yours."

Ernst paused, then asked, "Me?"

Hinterlea nodded seriously.

"Before you, no one could have imagined that someone could simultaneously receive investment from two Grand Dukes, the Duke of Windermere and the Duke of Caesar."

Hintel explained, her tone tinged with melancholy.

She was once part of this quagmire, and if Ernst hadn't reached out and pulled her out before she sank even deeper, her fate would probably be much worse.

You might get scammed and end up with debts to the business association, turning you into a corporate slave who works overtime until you die!

She was satisfied with her current life, but just like how she might seek out the ruthless knight to retaliate against him for the match-fixing incident years ago, Hinterlea still harbored a certain longing for the knight deep down.

This longing is like Ernst, who grew up in his previous life, suddenly came across a video of old-fashioned Chinese culture on a website one day. Seeing the ceiling fan, the small sun, the slogans on the classroom walls, and the palm-leaf fan on the table, a wave of sadness suddenly welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Back then, I also dreamed of becoming a scientist and a pilot. Now, have my dreams come true?

It can't be said that it didn't achieve anything at all; after all, he became the one who supported these people.

This is why he helped Christensen; it wasn't entirely for political gain, but also for some personal, pure, somewhat childlike, idealistic reasons.

The more Hinterlea knew how difficult it was, the more she admired the Candle Knight. Viviana had accomplished what many could not in their entire lives. And now, she was about to challenge an opponent who had reached the pinnacle of combat.

Blood Knight De Caiopolis also has reasons why he cannot afford to lose.

He has now entered the semi-finals, and his name is already on the list of the International Games. This final has actually lost its original meaning for him.

But he still didn't want to lose.

The greater the influence, the better. Only champions have the right to make requests to the Business Federation, the right to change the status quo of the infected, and to open the "window" called the Infected Knight.

This was the mission he had given himself. No one asked him to do this; his initial purpose in participating in the competition was simply to survive, to have enough to eat, and to live like a human being.

But he was Decaopolis; once he had everything he wanted, he didn't want more, but rather wanted to share it all.