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"Speaking of which, where are we headed now?"

Nasti said, “I’m going to see an old friend.”

Mudrock found it odd; she remembered Nasti saying she was from Colombia. Did she have old friends in Sherag?

Following Nasti's gaze eastward, the sacred mountain of Kallan in Shelag appeared and disappeared amidst the swirling clouds and mist.

Chapter 432 Yeragand: Do you understand divine veins? Divine veins!

Shelag, Manju Academy.

Ya'er is really working hard at her studies.

Muirsey was indeed a good teacher. She knew far more than she showed to the outside world, from astronomy and geography to clothing, food, housing and transportation. Whether it was mysterious religious rituals or secular dressing and makeup, there were very few questions she couldn't answer if you dared to ask.

The rootless water sprite did indeed learn a great deal in her search for her roots. If at first, Ya'er had some intention of taking care of this poor child when she asked Muerses to be her teacher, now she genuinely admired this clever and mischievous little girl from the bottom of her heart.

Of course, if she weren't so strict when she wasn't teaching, Ya'er might admire her even more.

"Distracted again! Distracted again! Distracted again!"

With her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, Muirsey accurately threw a piece of chalk from the podium onto Ya'er's head, leaving a white mark.

Muirsey never imagined that this attack would be the most powerful attack she had ever launched in her life.

Ya'er snapped out of her daze, her gaze momentarily blank as if wondering who could have suddenly attacked her. Then she noticed Muirsey standing on the platform, pouting angrily. She immediately realized what had happened and offered an apologetic smile.

"Ah... I've been daydreaming again. Sorry, Professor Muirsay."

"This isn't something that can be resolved with just an apology!"

Muirsey pushed up his non-prescription glasses, revealing the demeanor of a stern headmaster:

"Ya'er has been spacing out a lot lately. Come to my office after class today and I'll explain why!"

Upon hearing this, Ya'er's smile immediately froze on her face. She cautiously glanced at Eun-ya sitting next to her, and gently nudged Eun-ya's arm with her elbow, as if pleading for help.

However, Enya's reaction was extremely cold. She glanced at Ya'er, took a deep breath, and then, under Ya'er's expectant gaze, withdrew her hand.

"Ah... ooh..."

She let out a pitiful, incoherent sob, and Ya'er lowered her head, her face flushed.

Actually, going to the office or something wouldn't be a big deal; she doesn't have any parents to ask, so at most she'd just get a few words of nagging. The main thing is, Ya'er feels very embarrassed.

Ernst was still traveling and working hard, while Enya was studying diligently by his side. He, as their "god," hadn't set a good example. He'd even been criticized in front of Enya and called to his office—how shameful!

Ya'er's true form was so ashamed that she felt like she was about to dig out a three-bedroom apartment and roll around on the ground!

However, I can't entirely blame myself, can I? It's just that Ernst's side of things is too interesting.

Even though she had just been reprimanded, Ya'er was still thinking about Ernst's situation.

Elafia, there isn't such a race in Sherag. That child is quite cute, and speaks very boldly. Are these people from the big city?

It's strange. Hinterlea and Vina are both from big cities, so why are they so hesitant when they speak? Is it because they're too familiar with Ernst?

Ya'er's consistent stance is not to interfere in her children's emotional issues. Thanks to Muirse, she has watched many foreign TV series, among which "Foreign Daughter-in-Law, Local Son-in-Law" from Longmen is very much to her liking.

The classic mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflict particularly resonated with him.

Ernst is still young. If Viviana is a baby who has just learned to wield a staff in Fremont's eyes, then Ernst, at 22 years old, is probably only slightly older than a fertilized egg in the eyes of a behemoth like Yeragand.

Human lifespans are certainly not comparable to those of giant beasts. Yeragand sometimes thought, what if one day, Ernst... So, He asked the order of time to grant Ernst a buff.

That way you won't have to worry!

As he grows up, he will eventually find someone he likes. Whether that person is Vina, Hinterlea, or even that still-single little Zalak from the Brontaur family, as long as it's not that impolite little feathered serpent, He will gladly accept it and offer His blessings.

But that's a story for another time.

Although Ya'er wouldn't interfere with Ernst's choices, nor would she object to Ernst sticking to her more often now, not interfering didn't mean she wouldn't watch the show.

Recalling the scene she had witnessed before being hit by the chalk, Ya'er still smiled with relish.

Hinterlea is so strong? It seems Ernst really needs to train harder! He doesn't have to be as strong as his brother, able to cleave through the snow with a cane in one hand, but he shouldn't be weaker than Ernlea, a girl, right?

Enya can swing that bell with such flair!

Ya'er's thoughts were only halfway through when Muirsay interrupted her reverie once again.

This time, however, instead of another piece of chalk flying towards her, Muirsay took off her glasses, looked towards the classroom door, and then hurriedly said:

"Oh, a friend of the teacher has come over. You all review what we just covered. I'll come back and quiz you later!"

He then jogged away from the classroom.

This piqued Ya'er's curiosity.

He coughed softly, and without making a sound, he held up the Columbia University edition of "Introduction to Geometric Optics" that Muirsey had brought, blocking his view. Then, he cleared his mind and began to wander again.

The entire Sheraq was built upon His body, and Mount Kalan was an integral part of Him. Here, every blade of grass and every tree could become His eyes, if He so desired.

A pale blue light suddenly emanated from an inconspicuous little stone in the mountains, forming a symbol representing Yeragand before quickly receding. A genuine, unpolished divine stone was thus created. Through the stone's vision, Yeragand also saw the scene outside Manjusaka.

One Muerses was running down the corridor of the Manju Academy, clearly the real Muerses "Grand Scholar" who had just been teaching. Another Muerses, exactly like the Grand Scholar Muerses, but without glasses and holding a broom, was standing at the main entrance, welcoming the two guests.

"Nasti and... is that the new Sarkaz?"

As Jeragand thought to himself, at the same time, the "Grand Scholar" himself finally arrived at the main gate. The "Sweeping Monk" Muelseth, who was there to greet them, vanished in a puddle of water. Muelseth looked at his familiar old friend and asked the same question as Jeragand:

"Nasti, you're back? And who is this?"

“Mudstone, son of civil engineering. My assistant,” Nasti said earnestly.

Mudrock earnestly corrected him, "He is the Son of Earth and Stone. Or you can call me the Stonewing Demon."

"Stonewing Demons and such sounds like something really bad,"

Muirsey, on the other hand, was very outgoing and easily settled on how to address him:

"Since you have a name, why bother referring to your race? Miss Mudrock, I am Muelseth, Head of the Ecology Department at Rhine Life Sciences. Nice to meet you, welcome to Sherag!"

Mudstone forced a smile onto his face.

She's actually a bit socially awkward. Otherwise, she wouldn't be sculpting clay figurines and talking to herself all the time. Thanks to the intense praise she received from the locals in Shelag these past few days while working in the ash workshop, she's only slightly shy right now, not completely speechless.

"It's a pleasure to be here in Shelag. It's a great place."

Muirses nodded slightly, looked at Nasti, and got straight to the point:

"Are you having trouble at work?"

"No, it can't be called encountering trouble."

Nasti shook her head.

"Because the work hasn't even started yet."

Upon hearing this, Niyan lowered his head even further.

Nasti continued:

“Mullersey, I’ve come to see you for two things. First, I’d like to ask you to help me send some books back from Columbia. Um, civil engineering type, beginner level.”

Nasti said, gesturing with her chin towards Niyan.

Secondly...

"What's the second thing?"

Seeing Nasti's strange pause and hesitation, Muirsey asked curiously.

“It’s nothing.” Nasti gritted her teeth. “Secondly, I hope you can do me a favor.”

"I want to formally establish a Rhine Lab branch in Kjerag."

“If Rhine Labs could have a branch in Kjerag, I could send engineering personnel there, and our permanent residence in Kjerag would then have a legitimate purpose.”

"Eh?"

Muirses was stunned. But Nasti didn't stop, and continued,

"The Commander-in-Chief went out on business after returning to Trimont. If she were there, this matter would be simpler. But since she's not here, and no acting Commander-in-Chief has been appointed, making a decision will have to be..."

"The only way is through a joint meeting of department heads and a vote?" Muirsay said, nodding in understanding. "Are you here to garner my vote?"

Nasti nodded.

If Christensen were here, with her decisive and authoritative nature, Nastya was confident that Christensen would approve her proposal instantly. The problem, however, lies in Christensen's disappearance.

She received an email and then went on a business trip. If she hadn't learned her lesson this time and left a letter for Saria in the office, Nastia suspected that Saria would have had to put on her boxing gloves and have another all-out brawl with the Commander of the Rhine.

Muirsey's answer was quite decisive; she had been thinking about this problem for a while. Although she could switch between distant locations using manifolds, it was very physically demanding, and the latency was quite high, making it difficult to adjust to different time zones. She would fall asleep in one place and wake up in another, answer questions incoherently, or spill coffee on her hand while trying to catch a cup of coffee. Such mistakes were laughable once or twice, but if they happened many times, they would indeed cause considerable trouble for Muirsey's life.

So she nodded:

"I'm fine with it. If we can set up a branch in Shelag, it would be more legitimate for me to stay here. However, this might not be easy to achieve."

"Even excluding Director Mariam, can you convince Director Yara, Director Justin, and Director Ferdinand?"

Muirsey didn't mention Saria, because given Saria's personality, she certainly wouldn't agree to such an expansion with huge commercial risks.

Nasti was well aware of this:

“I don’t know, but I think that if Director Levy, Director Palvis, and you agree, plus me, we’ll already have four votes. We can’t possibly lose.”

"Next, all we need is one more vote..."

"This vote might be hard to get. Who are you planning to approach?"

Muirsay was surprisingly rational at this moment.

"Director Yara will consider Christen's opinion, but Christen is not here, so she probably won't agree easily. As for Ferdinand and Justin... haha."

Muirsey gave a somewhat awkward smile.

Nasti gave a wry smile.

Everyone knows that these two were the people in Rhine's life who were most opposed to the expansion of Shelag.

Although Saria and Ferdinand have different paths, they are both staunch supporters of the Rhine and would not take such a risk. As for Justin...

The business department was running themselves ragged during their time at the Dome Research Station. They made money, but if Christensen hadn't insisted, Justin would never have agreed to invest in the Dome Research Station.

"So what I'm trying to win is the vote that you excluded."

Nasti said seriously,

"Mariam's vote!"

“Mariam’s vote isn’t entirely unattainable, but to be honest, Nastya…”

Muirses gave Nasti a somewhat helpless smile.

Do you know where Director Mariam is?

Nasti opened her mouth, feeling somewhat deflated, but still managed to rouse herself and said:

"You'll find out!"

Meanwhile, Ya'er, who had overheard the conversation, thoughtfully turned her attention to the nameless mountain peak.

"Sammy? Sammy, are you there?"

Ignoring the still-sleeping [Chronicle] and Gawain, who had disappeared somewhere, Ya'er called out.

After waiting quietly for a while, a deep echo resounded from the valley:

"1."

"1?"

“I learned it from the Kazimierz,” Sami said slowly.

After the [Year] competition ended, He stayed in Kazimierz for a while, during which time the assassin named Roy acted as his guide.

He thought he was hiding it well, but Sami was no ordinary person; he could easily tell from his subtle actions that he was no ordinary "company employee." Add to that the urban legends about the "Unarmored Alliance" that he mentioned intentionally or unintentionally, and Sami couldn't possibly not guess his identity.

Sami was also quite free. He not only figured out Roy's identity, but also Roy's purpose.

Does he seem to be intentionally trying to recruit "himself"?

Interestingly, Sami seemed quite satisfied with it. This shows that the "real-life Ectilniel mold" He sculpted was indeed very successful and had a great presence.

He could sense that Roy seemed to be waiting for something. No matter, He was waiting too, waiting for when Roy would actually speak, and in what tone and under what circumstances.