People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Marner paused, looked into Ernst's eyes, and said earnestly:

"Could you please do me a small favor this time, Mr. Ernst?"

Ernst nodded, as if he had expected this.

He knew, of course, that Marna had come to him with a specific request.

"No one visits a temple without a reason." Ernst was only able to lure Marner out last time because of the dubious intelligence about Snitz in Letania. This time, however, Marner, who hates trouble the most, took the initiative to find Ernst, who was definitely a troublesome guy in his eyes. Ernst would never believe that there was nothing going on and that it was just a casual reminiscing.

Why do he and Marna have so much to talk about? Just to recount, "Nani, the intelligence is false"?

But Ernst didn't refuse. Just as Marner said, he had done him a favor after all. With just a piece of information that Ernst himself didn't know was true or false, he had made Hinterlea, that little white horse, "never to return" from Kjerag. Ernst felt that he had made a huge profit.

Hinterlea's value to him far exceeded that intelligence.

So, regardless of whether Mannati brings it up, Ernst wouldn't mind helping him with small favors within the limits of what's possible.

Just consider it a good connection. After all, Uncle is a hidden high-level combatant in Kazimierz, so there's no harm in getting along with him.

"But it doesn't matter."

Marner nodded, took a deep breath, and said earnestly:

“I want to immigrate to Shelag with my family.”

"Hmm, this isn't difficult... Wait, huh?"

Ernst suddenly realized what was happening and looked at Marner with a surprised expression. But Marner's face was serious, his brows furrowed, and he didn't seem to be joking at all.

Seeing Ernst's quick agreement, a faint smile appeared on his face:

"That's good. I'm relieved to hear that, Mr. Ernst."

Uh... I...

Before Ernst could even speak, Hintley, as if by telepathy, asked the question for him:

"But why?"

"Does Mr. Marner have any complaints about Kazimir?"

"You should ask me what I'm satisfied with about Kazimierz."

Marner asked and answered his own question.

"The answer is no."

"As for why, Miss Hintraya, why did you leave Kazimierz in the first place?"

"I?"

Hinterlea blinked, seemingly surprised that Marna would throw the question back at her. She gave a somewhat adorable, dazed look before finally coming to her senses.

"Because... I was very unhappy in Kazimierz. How should I put it... it wasn't easy? I was dissatisfied with many things, but I couldn't find a way to change them, and I had to force myself to adapt to them."

"Later I met the boss, learned about Shelag, and found a better place to go, so... I couldn't wait to leave."

As Hinterlea spoke, a distinct blush rose on her fair face, and she involuntarily lowered her head, burying it like an ostrich.

Unfortunately, she wasn't Horhyah or Vina. She couldn't bury her head in the "sand dunes."

Marner nodded after listening:

"That's why I am."

“But Mr. Marna is different from me. I was just an ordinary, low-ranking competitive knight. I couldn’t get resources, I didn’t have good spots, and no slightly famous knightly orders were willing to accept me unless I agreed to those… very unreasonable demands.”

"My knightly career was a failure. Although now that I think about it, if I had really become as famous as the Candle Knight, I probably wouldn't have met my boss. I'm a little afraid of that kind of future."

As Hinterlea spoke, she couldn't help but tug at Ernst's sleeve. Ernst smiled reassuringly and took her hand.

A sense of relief finally appeared on Hintley's face. She looked at Marner and said:

"Mr. Komarner has already succeeded. Your birth, your strength, and your current achievements—the Knights of the Nearl family defeated the former three-time champions, and the Kazimierz team secured their first victory. This news must have spread throughout Kazimierz by now, right?"

Weren't your niece Maria also very happy? He and Ernst were in the audience at the time, and Miss Maria was in the front row, leaning on her hips, watching you win the championship with a face full of surprise and cheering for you. Hintley still remembers the scene vividly.

She didn't say this directly because Ernst had warned her to avoid mentioning his family in front of Marner.

This is Marner's Achilles' heel.

Upon hearing this, Marna gave a helpless smile.

Yes, that's what the vast majority of Kazimierz people think.

Coming from a distinguished family with a rich scholarly tradition, possessing exceptional talent and formidable strength, and having achieved remarkable military exploits, he seemed like a true winner in life, no matter how he lived.

But Marner was clear-headed; he would never be blinded by such blatant sugar-coated bullets.

Those who call themselves his fans worship their idol, Marner; the oligarchs of the business associations promote Marner, the knight in their hands; and the so-called Supervisory Council, which stands with him, supports their representative, Marner.

Behind each Marna is a dense network of puppet threads; each Marna has been dyed to resemble the form they desire; each Marna is the form they hope to ultimately choose.

To accept this so-called goodwill? No, that would be succumbing to that real malice.

Marna had no doubt about this, because even though the name "Marna" now resounded throughout the Great Knight Territory, and his chivalrous experiences and knightly achievements were widely talked about, no one cared about the past of that corporate slave, Marna.

No one has ever asked or mentioned the whereabouts of Marna's brother and sister-in-law, who belong to the "Lingguang family."

Because people simply don't care.

Nearl is just a label that outlines the image of Marner in their minds. If you take a hundred people who claim to be Marner fans of ten years and ask them who Snitz is, not one of them can answer!

That's the truth.

"You think I've succeeded, Hintelia?"

"No, I failed, I failed completely."

"Just think of me as someone who's unhappy. I want to escape this city, escape this country, and start a new life somewhere else, with my family."

Marner Road,

"Mr. Ernst, you shouldn't refuse my request, will you?"

Ernst remained silent for a long time, then finally nodded:

"If you have convinced the Oversight Council and the Business Federation to move to Shelag not as political asylum, but as an immigrant."

"I have no opinion."

Chapter 402 The Sarkaz are up to cause trouble!

Enshiodis is not a strange weapon.

Anyone could see that Jian had truly given his all in that battle. Whether it was the timing of his attacks, the unexpected manner of his strikes, or his strategy of using powerful and swift attacks to suppress the enemy, Jian had done his best.

This was the best, even surpassing Ensiodis's initial expectations. It surpassed her own self from when she was still the Black Knight.

This is quite rare. After being bought and bought by Ensiodis, Mace has essentially never experienced any significant combat. She is Ensiodis's dutiful bodyguard, a symbol of the Karan trade's armed forces, and the beloved and revered elder sister Mace among the Sherag people. But none of these roles require her to face the frequent and intense battles of her knightly tournament days.

Because most of the time, a bodyguard's duty is to "prevent potential security risks" rather than "protect the person being protected when security risks occur."

Besides, to be honest, Enciodes never thought anyone would try to assassinate him, the president of Karan Trading. Foreign tycoons and oligarchs wouldn't even consider his small fortune, and those arrogant politicians mostly had little interest in a tiny place like Shelag.

The Victorians were an exception, but they were greedy, and Ensiodis often bribed them to ensure that his business would not be affected.

Previously, he was wary of the Grand Elder resorting to desperate measures, but he never expected that when the Grand Elder actually did, the target would not be him, but his younger brother. Moreover, the result of this act was not a case of a cornered rabbit biting someone, but rather being made into a pot of "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall".

Not only did they lose everything, but Ernst also completely squandered their political legacy.

And once Sherag's core began to focus on Ernst, the use of the mace became even less. So much so that now, in addition to challenging Avalanche as her usual outlet, she also had the added entertainment of "sparring" with that Sarkaz teacher named He Dalei.

Enciodis never expected that Hammer could win the tournament again and forge a four-time champion legend. He simply hoped to go further than Ernst and defeat his younger brother.

If Ernst heard this, he would definitely criticize him, saying, "You're so petty!"

But there's nothing we can do. We can't gain any advantage anywhere else, so we can only take advantage of the fact that Ernst has too few regular combat personnel around him.

If he can't even win this one point, then where is his authority as the eldest brother who is like a father?

Besides, you can say I'm just giving up, but I can guarantee that Ernst thinks the same way!

It can only be said that Enciodes truly understood Ernst; his guess was absolutely right, and Ernst did indeed think the same way.

It's okay if the big boss comes to the competition, as long as we win more than Enciodes!

Therefore, this is also one of the most frustrating things for Ensiodis.

Jian was defeated in the first round, and there's no repechage in the Games. This means that, what if, just in case, perhaps, possibly, if in the next match, Jeston, Ernst's subordinate, were to face Chongyue of Yan, and Jeston won...

Ensiodis shuddered!

He couldn't even imagine how Ernst would react to that kind of attitude!

"Hiss, maybe we should just admit defeat. If we do it now, we might still be able to reconcile..."

"Brother? What are you talking about?"

Enciodes abruptly looked up at Ernst, who was carrying a bag of souvenirs into the room, and quickly shook his head:

"Hey... why are you so late?"

"Uh, well. I ran into an old friend on the way, and we chatted for a while without paying attention. What's up? Did you need me today? Is something urgent?"

Seeing that he had successfully fooled them, Enciodes breathed a slight sigh of relief:

"It's nothing urgent, just a few things I need to discuss with you. Please have a seat. What did you buy?"

“Souvenirs for Enya and Ensia.” Ernst pulled out a chair and sat down, giving Ensiadis a meaningful look. “So, what is it?”

"Two things, about Victoria and Columbia."

"Let's talk about Victoria first."

Ensiodis nodded:

"News has come from Duke Windermere that the Grand Dukes have begun preparations."

"what to prepare?"

"Besiege Lentinium"

Ernst was taken aback, somewhat incredulous:

"Why now? Was there a specific time mentioned? Why didn't Defien tell me anything?"

Ensiodis shrugged:

"It's because the Duke of Windermere doesn't seem to intend to let Daphne know about this, which is why he asked me to pass this on to you. I don't quite understand her mindset either, but this military nobleman seems to want to keep her children away from the war."

".........Harmful."

Ernst shook his head with a wry smile.

To him, there was something wrong with what Ensiodis said.

Parents who have experienced war naturally want their children to stay away from it. Isn't that a perfectly reasonable thing? How come it's become such an absurd idea here?

The purpose of throwing a punch is to avoid being punched a hundred times.

Unfortunately, the problems of Terra in these trenches are all part of the problems of this land!

Ernst could understand Anferis's thinking. The reason for sending Defien to lead the delegation abroad was probably to take this opportunity to secretly complete war preparations without Defien's knowledge. This mother certainly went to great lengths to protect her daughter.

However, this still cannot explain why the Grand Dukes chose this particular time.

The Games of Nations are underway, and even the Duke of Caster himself has been invited by Grand Knight Russell to attend as a guest. However, the other dukes are preparing to send troops to Londinium. What is Caster's attitude toward this? Does she know or not? Does she approve or disapprove?

Or is it that the operation orchestrated by Amphilis Windermere was intended to conceal not only Daphne, but also the Duke of Caesar?

But that's too simplistic. With the Duke of Caesar's influence in Victoria, how could Amphilis possibly keep it from her?

"I know you're wondering about the Duke of Caesar's intentions, aren't you?"

Ensiodis said,

"I can't really give you an answer to this question. But I can tell you that the dukes have their reasons for choosing to act at this time."

Ernst frowned slightly, and without a word, uttered the name:

"The Sarkaz? They've caused trouble?"

Ensiodis didn't answer immediately, but instead kept everyone in suspense: