People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Elchi fell silent once again.

She has to admit that her CPU is a bit overheated.

In Ernst's prophecy, she did indeed sense the special nature of that Philin. After all, everyone else, even the Demon King, still had their presence in their "foresight." But Ernst alone remained a blank in her prophecy.

The reason Elki sent Typhon with Ektilnil's letter to Kjerag was to confirm the exact location of this anomalous individual's anomaly.

At first, she thought it was because Ernst possessed some kind of artifact or spell that she had never heard of but could indeed block prophecy. Later, she also wondered if there was something wrong with her own prophetic abilities. Still later, she even boldly speculated that Ernst might actually be some kind of super special individual, whose future was a blank sheet of paper, waiting to be marked with his image.

But no matter how hard she racked her brains, she couldn't figure it out. According to the information Typhon brought back, this anomaly wasn't a blank slate, nor was it some kind of superhuman with special abilities. It was a damn bleach!

A slap jolted the infected person awake. What else could this be but bleach?

If she hadn't repeatedly confirmed that Typhon wasn't insane, and that she herself still had a normal sense of shame and wasn't crazy, she would have suspected that she had been infected.

Well, either this land has finally gone mad.

But now...

"Typhon, come with me."

Elki, holding his staff in one hand and grabbing Typhon's hand with the other, was about to run outside without saying a word.

Typhon, caught off guard by being led by the hand, asked with a bewildered expression:

"Where to?"

Elki's eyes gleamed with barely concealed excitement as he exclaimed:

"Go find my people!"

"Go see the Cyclops King!"

........

Several days later, in the mountains of Sami.

After being observed and verified by the collective foresight of all members of the Cyclops Royal Court, examined by the Cyclops Elders through an independent ritual, and personally intervened by the Cyclops King, the search for destiny was conducted!

In the end, they concluded that they saw nothing!

A few days later, after “deliberation,” the Cyclops Royal Court declined the invitation from the Military Council of Londinium Kazdel and sent Elki as a messenger, carrying the token of the Royal Court’s ruler, to Kjerag.

Chapter 405 Yeragand: Don't rush, wait for Xiaodai to log in.

Ernst didn't know much about what had happened in Scherrag.

Nasti is back, and Hadley's reputation has attracted a civil engineering prodigy from Kazdel, which is truly a double blessing.

At least, it can ease the tension of the upcoming World War II campaign in Jeston.

"Jesston, don't put too much pressure on yourself. Even if you can't win, everyone will understand."

Ernst offered earnest words of comfort, and Hintley nodded in agreement.

To be honest, Jeston didn't initially have that much of a mental burden. After all, Ernst's requirement was that he survive longer in the knockout stage, and now, he has clearly achieved that.

This highlights the importance of timing. I can't defeat Ma'na with my sword, and I can't defeat Chongyue with mine, but I fight Chongyue later than Ma'na does, and that's an advantage!

What do you mean, "They all fell in the first round?" Jeston is thick-skinned; he doesn't believe it.

But the more Ernst tried to persuade him and offered well-intentioned comfort, the more he felt that he really did have to win.

No one in Terra has any confidence in him, not even his own boss. Is that polite?

I, Jeston, am a big shot in Columbia. I've swept the streets, cleaned toilets, and fought in underground boxing matches. What haven't I done? What street hasn't I walked on? What haven't I done perfectly?

When he first applied for the job, wasn't he rejected by Ernst because of his lack of experience? After that, he studied and practiced diligently, and during World War II, didn't he successfully get the job?

Is there really no chance of winning against Chongyue on my own?

Not entirely!

Jeston perked up.

"As long as the great god Yeragand exerts his power, everything will be alright!"

The Sherag people have genuine divine assistance behind them; when they sparred with Chongyue last time, the great god Yeragand gave them a little help.

Although he ultimately suffered a setback because he was unfamiliar with the power and did not expect that Chongyue had a martial arts technique that could harm the person inside the iron shell without penetrating it, he would not experience the same failure a second time!

He believed that if the great god Yeragand gave him another buff, defeating Chongyue would not be entirely impossible!

Of course, Jesston could only keep this idea to himself. He would never dare to discuss it with Ernst.

Even if the boss is theoretically Yeragand's "own son," Yeragand should be happy to help if he asks. But this matter is, to some extent, cheating.

Lord Ernst is an upright man and should never be involved in anything unfair or unjust that would damage his reputation!

What, you're saying Ernst's moral bottom line is quite flexible?

That's not something Jeston should be thinking about. As a seasoned veteran with high emotional intelligence, good at understanding his boss's thoughts, and familiar with the unspoken rules of the workplace, he knows very well that it doesn't matter whether the leader is honest or not. What matters is that subordinates must help their leaders be honest. Even if they can't help, they at least can't let their leaders be dishonest.

So, to be honest, even Jeston didn't really know the answer to this.

It all depends on whether Jeragund puts in the effort.

So what was our great god Jeragund doing at the same time?

He is shaking people.

Shelag, Manju Academy, Saintess's Palace.

Since Muirsey came to Manjusin, this once somewhat gloomy building has gradually come to life.

Muirsey is an optimistic and cheerful girl. Although she has a vulnerable side, strength remains her dominant trait. Especially after receiving Yeragand's promise, she clearly regards Sherag as her second home.

Her first home was naturally Rhine Life, where there were people she cared about.

But it doesn't matter, who says the first hometown and the second hometown can't overlap?

The existence of Sherag, to some extent, fulfilled Muirsey's desire to find her own kind. Although Sherag had no one of her kind, she had a giant beast "mother" who was willing to humble herself and be kind.

Muels is an adult now, and she can't bring herself to call someone "Mom" or anything like that. But deep down, Muels still thinks that it's nice to live with giant beasts like she did in Sami, without having to abandon everything from her past. She can also guide the saintess, who is her "peer," and the head maid who is always "pretentious."

Closing the textbook in his hand, Muirsay took off the non-prescription glasses he used to make himself look very "intellectual" and said loudly:

"get out of class is over!"

"Goodbye, teacher!" Enya stood up and answered very naturally.

This move was once considered inappropriate by the elders of Manju House. How could the head of Manju House, the most beloved "daughter" of the great god Yeragand, call a Liberian girl from outside "teacher"? Where was the dignity in that?

What they said made a lot of sense, but Enya wouldn't listen.

The anniversary of the First Elder's death has long passed, yet these elders remain so pedantic. They don't even understand such a simple principle as "learning has no order of precedence, and the accomplished are teachers!"

Enya isn't the type of person who likes to put on airs. If you wanted to hear a lecture by a well-known biologist, environmentalist, and Originium life scientist like Muirsey from Terra, the ticket price would be astronomical, and you'd have to buy a ticket months in advance!

But now they're teaching for free in Shelag. Manju Academy only needs to provide daily food and lodging. You can't find such a cheap deal even with a lantern, and you're still complaining about this and that.

If Ernst were to judge, they would all be Massiereists!

Fortunately, times have changed. If Enya were to call him that, there would no longer be a Grand Elder reciting "Imperial Thanks and Ancestral Instructions." Instead, when the Elders' Council failed to dissuade her, they would simply turn against her, arguing for the rationality of the Saintess calling Muirsays "Teacher" and the humility, kindness, and respect for the virtuous that the Saintess displayed in doing so.

Enya didn't care about them. She was genuinely interested in natural sciences like biology and environmental science.

For example, in biology: why is there such a big difference between that man and Ernst, even though they were born to the same mother?

For example, in environmental studies: how to use the surrounding environment to knock a man unconscious without being discovered?

Enya's level of knowledge is also relatively low, only slightly better than that of the average Sherag villager. She knows some basic knowledge, but she is definitely still completely ignorant of cutting-edge science.

Fortunately, although she couldn't understand it, she was willing to learn, otherwise Muirsay would have been furious with this interpretation.

"Goodbye, students!" Muirsey replied generously, then flashed a bright smile, jumped off the podium, went to Enya, and pulled her to visit the newly built Bulangtao Textile City.

It's said that they have brand new Saintess plush toys inside. And without a doubt, these are genuine Saintess plush toys made from carefully selected feathers and animal down, certified by [Boutique Certification].

Enya's smile looked somewhat stiff.

Although she signed the contract herself with good intentions—to generate some extra income for Manju Academy and to showcase her abilities as an older sister to Ernst—she was ultimately responsible for the contract.

But looking at the results, wasn't the contract signed a bit too hastily? It feels like I've been seeing so many products lately labeled "Saintess's Choice," "Saintess's Selection," and "Saintess's Official Certification"...

While Muirsey and Enya were debating whether to go to the home textile market to see the oversized commemorative cartoon Saintess doll that Latatos had made, another student, Ya'er, had already quietly disappeared into the Saintess Temple.

She always responds to every request. The compassionate Jeragand works part-time while studying, handling believers' prayers at her job while receiving tutoring from the Grand Master at Manjushri Academy in her capacity as Ya'er.

Although neither of them received any money.

After ignoring a series of prayers for wealth, fortune, and children, Yeragand checked his personal prayers.

It was a private prayer, not really a prayer, but rather a check to see if the good children who possessed the Yeragand sacred stones (officially certified by her, not counterfeit products from the Kharlan trade) had encountered any trouble.

She wasn't an omniscient and omnipotent god, and she couldn't keep her energy and attention focused on Ernst all the time. With such a large area as Sherag, she had to spare some energy to block the natural disasters that were approaching Sherag, didn't she?

But she still makes sure to do this kind of private check-up once or even several times a day.

And you wouldn't believe it until you look. Ernst was fine, Hinterlea was fine, Vina, Joyce, Lola, the lying Quetzalcoatl... all were fine, except for Jeston, who was already sitting in the lounge.

Is he going to get into another fight?

Ya'er blinked, shifting her gaze from Jeston to Ernst and Hinterlea.

In the audience, accompanied by rousing music, the commentator's voice rang out:

"Hello everyone, I'm your old friend, Big Mouth Mob! Welcome back to the Kazimierz Pegasus Arena to enjoy the All-Nation Games and All-Nation Games organized by the Kazimierz Supervisory Council. The match that will begin soon is between Mr. Jeston Williams from the Sherag team and Mr. Chongyue from the Yan team!"

"I believe that, like me, many viewers still vividly remember the first two matches, which were full of surprises..."

Jeston, attack Chongyue?

Why come again?

Do you really think that there's no one like me in Shelag?

Ya'er raised an eyebrow. Last time, He reacted too slowly and applied too little buff, which led to Jeston being breached by Chongyue. Ernst actually lost a game outside because of His mistake. He had been holding a grudge about this ever since.

Originally, He thought that there might be no chance to help Ernst redeem himself, but unexpectedly, Chongyue came again.

Good, well done!

Ya'er's eyes narrowed, and she immediately called out [Time Sequence] a few times. As expected, she received no response, so she turned her attention to the mountain peak where the giant beast tea party was being held.

Sure enough, [Chronicle] was sleeping here, with Gawain lying lazily in the sun next to him.

He stepped forward, pulled the pocket watch of [Chronicle] from Gawain's mane, and shook it until [Chronicle] woke up in a daze.

"Yeragand? What for?"

"[Chronology], could you please help me?"

"Ah..." [Chronology] let out a somewhat reluctant "ah," but seeing Yeragand's expression, He immediately changed His words, "Is it troublesome?"

"It's just helping Ernst's subordinates fight, no trouble at all."

"Who are we going to hit?" [Chronology] asked subconsciously, but quickly dismissed it, "Never mind, I can't be bothered. As long as it's not a hassle."

"Call me when the time comes."

Chapter 406 You Started It First

Jeston stands on the earth!

Head held high, chest out, striding confidently, with the wind and clouds accompanying you with every gesture, and the sun and moon as your neighbors in every movement!

Yes, he walked onto the stage with special effects!

When Jeston walked onto the arena amidst cheers, everyone in the arena was stunned. The arena, which could hold tens of thousands of spectators and was usually so noisy during any match that it would light up half of Kazimierz's motion-activated lights, was now completely silent.

"Wow--"

In this moment, as if before the creation of heaven and earth, in a state of utter stillness, someone uttered this exclamation. Like a battle horn or a worker's call to action, soon, the entire arena erupted in a cacophony of gasps, one after another, rising higher and higher, almost shattering eardrums!

"Wow--!"

"So cool! What is this?"

"Wow, that's amazing! What kind of equipment is he wearing? The effect is so cool!"

"Wow!"

"Where did this dog herder come from? Kick him out!"