People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

logos shook its head:

"I will not leave."

"The Banshee will unconditionally help Princess Theresa's dream. Although she has departed, her dream continues to grow. The Banshee will not leave Rhodes Island until she sees the end."

"And I... I will not leave either. However, as we agreed before, Kal'tsit, whether as the elite operator Logos or as the Banshee Queen Aifanir, I will not interfere in any matters unrelated to the Sarkaz."

Rhodes Island has its principles, and Logos has its principles.

Kal'tsit wanted Rhodes Island to become a completely neutral, multinational corporation with offices throughout Terra, wielding influence and international prestige. As for Logos, she wanted to bury the old royal court, which had become a shackle on the Sarkaz.

They are walking the same path now, but they will part ways sooner or later. Rather than letting unclear boundaries cause problems, it's better to set boundaries from the beginning.

Logos' words are a contract, and this is just a reiteration of that contract.

Kal'tsit breathed a slight sigh of relief. At least, Logos was still on her side.

"But I support Ascalon's decision."

"Ho-"

Kal'tsit clutched her chest, feeling utterly terrified.

Why do you all like to pull these kinds of surprise attacks? Is it because there have been too many Kurantas coming to the island lately?

Large fluctuations in mood are really bad for your heart.

logos continued:

"Princess Theresa once said that every Sarkaz should have the right to choose. Babel once strived for this goal, and Rhodes Island does the same today."

"Therefore, I agree with Ascalon's own choice. Whatever her reasons may be, at least it is her own choice."

"I hope this application will be approved through the normal process."

After logos finished speaking, Kal'tsit had already leaned against the wall.

She knew that things had come to this point, and Ascalon's mind was made up. She couldn't stop her, not even if Amiya came.

Moreover, she wouldn't actually let Amiya come; that would be too despicable.

This can be interpreted as a coup d'état.

However, it could also be a normal personnel adjustment.

The difference lies in how Amiya makes her judgment.

She would definitely agree with a smile, even if it would lower the safety level around her and cause Rhodes Island's SWEEP system to be severely damaged.

Because she was Theresa's chosen child, the one she believed could inherit her dreams.

"That's fine."

Kelsey sighed.

On the bright side, at least it wasn't Ernst who was forcing her out. It wasn't Ernst standing in front of her, telling her, "Kal'tsit, your days of abusing Ascalon are over. Now, give her to me!"

If that were the case... no, it wouldn't be like that. Ernst is very sensible.

should.....

Damn it, she felt so uneasy. She had a feeling that this was all Ernst's conspiracy! Including the fact that he was squatting in this sensitive place repairing the door, clearly hitting the G-spot of the entire Rhodes Island!

It must have been Ernst who did it!

Unfortunately, there is no evidence!

After mentally provoking the Cheese Snow Leopard, Kal'tsit finally relented:

"Submit your resume to the HR department. I'll have Amiya review it. Just wait for the process to begin."

"Go to Seraphim, take good care of yourself, Rhodes Island is waiting for you to come back."

Ascaron nodded, a slight smile finally appearing on her face:

"Ok."

PS:

Chapter 464 The Tower of Babel and Theresa

Rhode Island.

When walking with Amiya, Ernst always felt like he was taking care of a daughter.

As the public leader of Rhodes Island, Amiya's age has always been a huge issue. She is only 12 years old now, and even if we wait another month, on December 23, she will only be 12 years old.

How can a thirteen-year-old manage a large enterprise?

This is no child's play. Rhodes Island is a real multinational corporation with offices all over Terra, its business spans multiple fields, and it even has a super-sized landship as its headquarters and base of operations. As solid as its foundation is, managing it well is an extremely challenging undertaking.

Leaving aside distant examples, in Casimir, where Ernst recently left, the spokesperson for the Business Federation even knelt down to plead for the group's interests. Even so, any minor disturbance could still severely damage them.

What about Rhodes Island?

Ernst didn't believe that Rhode Island School of Business had never encountered any crises or challenges. If starting a business were that easy, so many people wouldn't be thinking about taking the civil service exam to get a job in a state-owned enterprise and secure a stable, secure position.

Not to mention, this is Terra. In his previous life, the most sophisticated business battles were nothing more than a CEO sneaking into a rival company in the middle of the night and putting laxatives in the water dispenser. But in Terra, putting laxatives? That's a bit too conservative. If things really got serious, Ernst thought it wasn't entirely impossible for the rival to send an assassin to kill your company's CEO.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Ernst never truly believed that Amiya, as the "leader," had much real power. The one who truly held sway was Kalshike, who ruled from behind the scenes.

But Ernst's perspective changed somewhat after traveling all the way from Rhodes Island.

The staff on Rhodes Island are collectively called operators. Regardless of age or position, operators will always stop what they are doing and greet Amiya and Ernst when they pass by.

"Amiya, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Ms. Outcast!"

"Amiya, thank you for your hard work."

"It's no trouble at all, Mr. Scout. It's all for Rhodes Island."

This greeting and intimacy were genuine. Although most of them spoke with more intimacy than respect, it was enough to demonstrate Amiya's popularity on Rhodes Island.

In Ernst's words, this is called "having popular support".

If Amiya continues to grow steadily like this, the closeness she feels now may well transform into respect and affection in the future when she achieves something commendable.

This made Ernst even more curious.

Since closeness doesn't happen without reason, a child of Amiya's age wouldn't be able to "bestow favors" on those operators. So where did she get her initial "starting reputation" from?

Instead of thinking, Ernst asked directly;

"Amiya, I'm actually quite curious. How did you become the CEO of Rhodes Island?"

"Although there are currently no clear and strict laws and regulations internationally regarding the employment of child labor, there are really not many children your age who hold this position, are there?"

Upon hearing Ernst's words, Amiya's ears twitched, and a slightly helpless smile appeared on her face.

This wasn't the first time she'd heard this question.

Many new Rhodes Island operators have similar doubts when they hear that their leader will be a 12-year-old girl from Carter's. This doubt is accompanied by distrust; the phenomenon of suspicion surrounding a young leader exists not only in nations but also in corporations.

Amiya's answer was already well-rehearsed:

"Everyone on Rhodes Island is brought together by the same ideal. As companions on an ideal path, age, race, origin, and whether one is infected are not within our consideration. Meritocracy is the only principle we follow."

"Me too. I am able to sit in this position because of Dr. Kal'tsit and everyone's trust. I will do my best to live up to their trust!"

It's very formulaic, very standard, and very suitable for the survival of squamates.

When faced with a question, if you don't want to answer it, first translate and explain the content of the question, then extend it to broad ideals and beliefs, elevate it to higher emotional values, and finally express your determination.

Amiya is quite capable; she must have gone through a period of diligent study to master these dry but practical ways of answering questions.

But that's clearly not what Ernst wanted to hear.

If it really came down to this kind of verbal sparring, Ernst, who considered himself a veteran of endless meetings and paperwork and a prolific writer of official essays, believed he wouldn't lose to anyone. But such rhetoric is only used to deal with special occasions; who would say that in real internal communication? Is it because vernacular Chinese is no longer effective?

Noticing Ernst's somewhat displeased expression, Amiya scratched her head, looking a little embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Ernst, it was just a subconscious reaction.”

He subconsciously triggered a combo.

Amiya paused, then continued:

"Actually, Dr. Kal'tsit told me not to tell you this. But I feel that Mr. Ernst is our friend, and your attitude towards Sarkaz has been recognized by many people, including Mr. Hedley, so I don't think it's a secret that I really need to hide from you."

Amiya stopped and turned her head to look at the newly painted Rhodes Island fortress logo on the corridor wall, and said softly:

"Rhodes Island wasn't always called Rhodes Island. We had another name."

Ernst raised an eyebrow: "Another name?"

This was the first time he had heard about the past and present of the company to which the main characters belonged.

Amiya nodded:

"Yes, Rhodes Island is the name of this ship, and the dream that once carried on this ship was called the Tower of Babel."

The Tower of Babel. This is a term that is not unfamiliar to Ernst.

According to the Book of Genesis in the Old Testament of the Bible, the Tower of Babel was built by mankind as a united effort, hoping to reach directly to Heaven. To thwart this blasphemous plan, God devised a plan to prevent mankind from speaking different languages ​​and communicating with one another. This plan failed, and humanity, divided, scattered in all directions.

This event, from a mythological perspective, provides an explanation for the existence of different languages ​​and races in a world created by the same god.

The image of the Tower of Babel has been interpreted in many ways throughout history. Some see it as a blasphemy against divine authority, while others interpret it as a manifestation of humanity's pursuit of entertainment to the death. In modern times, however, it is more often deconstructed into a positive meaning of "challenging the gods" and "building a tower with mortal bodies to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods."

Many films, television shows, and games like to use this imagery.

Just hearing the word "word" is enough for Ernst to conjure up a whole host of images.

When it comes to gods, the first thing that comes to mind is naturally a powerful behemoth.

Was the Tower of Babel built to challenge the behemoths? Were you trying to replicate the actions of the neighboring Yan Kingdom? But you failed in the end?

Ernst didn't ask any questions rashly, waiting for Amiya to continue. Amiya then said softly:

"The leader of the Tower of Babel at that time was Miss Theresa."

"Theresa..."

This was the first time Ernst had heard this name.

Saying that name seemed to remind Amiya of something; her expression turned somewhat sad, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Yes, Miss Theresa. She is a very nice person."

"It was she who chose to hand over this position to me."

"Where is she now?" Ernst asked.

The fate of the Tower of Babel is self-evident; it was bound to collapse, otherwise Rhodes Island would not have existed.

This pharmaceutical company, named after the famous Knights Hospitaller in Earth's history, carries rich symbolic meaning in both its core business—hospitals and pharmaceuticals—and its guiding principles—saving humanity and curing Oripathy.

As for the Tower of Babel, if we disregard emotions and look at it solely from a third-party perspective, the organization named after it was established precisely for the purpose of collapsing.

This is downright perverse, like naming a hospital "Good Again" or a funeral home "KFC".

But there are different accounts of what happened after the Tower of Babel collapsed. People left, but where did they go?

Where did this person named Theresa, whom Amiya couldn't forget, go?

Amiya tightened her grip on Ernst's hand, and little Katz actually squeezed Ernst's hand until it hurt. But Ernst didn't make a sound; instead, he squeezed back even tighter.

"Miss Theresa has left us forever."

Her voice was trembling with tears, and Ernst suddenly regretted asking the question.

Let alone a twelve-year-old child, even if it were an adult, the thought of her saying "I'm leaving forever" and facing such a situation would be a heartbreaking tragedy.

Amiya didn't even cry.

She simply held Ernst's hand in silence, her ears lowered, suppressing her emotions.

Ernst gritted his teeth.

Well, now I feel like I'm a poet from the Ministry of Posts and Telecommunications.

He crouched down, reached into his breast pocket, pulled out a handkerchief, gently brushed it across Amiya's eyes, and tried to force a gentle smile as he softly comforted her: