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"I advised her not to do that, and to just let it go."

Ernst pursed his lips.

"But she hasn't given me a definite answer yet."

Ernst could understand Vina's predicament; after all, it was her hometown, the place where she had lived for more than twenty years, and no matter what, it was the source of her inner conflict.

Even though she had long since put aside her pride as the heir to the throne and had become accustomed to thinking and acting as a Sherag, the psychological pressure still existed when facing those who wanted her to speak out and help.

Even though everyone knows that Vina alone can't turn the tide. She's not good at military campaigns, and her individual combat strength is no match for the Sarkaz who love to take down entire armies. Even if she goes to Victoria, she won't bring about much change.

But that's precisely why the psychological pressure is even greater.

Give her some time; Ernst believes in her.

Saria nodded.

This is something Vina really has to figure out for herself.

Ernst could offer her some temporary solutions, such as establishing a charitable foundation to raise humanitarian funds for those in Victoria affected by the war. This would at least make her feel a little better.

But this only treats the symptoms, not the root cause.

This kind of sophisticated moral blackmail is unsolvable. You can't say that the Victorians who asked Vina were wrong, after all, they were just expressing their true feelings, it's just that their feelings were being used.

All I can say is that he studied journalism.

Actually, this matter isn't that complicated.

Holhaia, who had remained silent until now, slowly spoke, picking up the hand-drip coffee Ernst hadn't had time to enjoy from the table, taking a sip, and delivering a decisive conclusion in a gentle tone.

"Indecisiveness leads to disaster."

“BOSS Search QQ Group: Leek】Private Ba?? Er Si San Lin, I think that you and Miss Vina sometimes overthink things.”

“Me?” Ernst was taken aback.

Holhaya grinned and nudged Ernst with her elbow:

"Isn't that right? Boss, what do you think is the bond between Miss Vina and Sherag? And what is the bond between her and Victoria?"

Ernst frowned, and Holhaya continued:

“Miss Vina and Victoria are connected in many ways: her background, her bloodline, her life over the past twenty years, and so much more.”

"Given her stubborn personality, even if there are responsibilities that she shouldn't have to bear, she will still take them on voluntarily, which is why she is so conflicted."

"But why hasn't she chosen to go back yet? What's holding her back from staying in Shelag?"

Holhaya rolled her eyes at Ernst.

She did the same thing back then, coming to Sherag as a civil servant just for fun. Colombia was her home, and when something came up there, she took leave and went back immediately.

But who knew that everything that happened afterward would exceed her four hundred years of experience? After all that, she gained nothing except taking two punches from the Vyvan Tyrannosaurus Rex on the other side; instead, she lost everything.

Now she's inseparable from both Sherag and Ernst, but Holhaia doesn't seem to mind; it's not so bad.

Vina faced a similar situation to her back then, except that Horhaia was more mature and decisive. She chose to leave, while Vina, clearly, had a much stronger attachment to Sherag.

So what is the source of this attachment?

Considering the presence of WarGreymon, Horhya didn't speak directly. Instead, she leaned over, leaned close to Ernst's ear, and whispered:

"It's you, Boss."

"Don't let the young girl have to worry about this all by herself. That's not something girls like."

"Since she's your employee, then keep her. Don't wait until later, like me, regretting it after losing her and having to travel a long way to bring her back."

"Miss Vina, you can't withstand two punches!"

Chapter 554 The world-famous painting "Scherragh Government Staff at Work"

Shelag, Tukarim, Vina's Residence.

Vina lives near the Tukarim embassy district, which, according to her, is to be closer to the Sherag government and make commuting easier.

This was Ernst's first time here. When he knocked on the door, Vina was cooking.

The scene was indeed a bit strange. Ernst was wearing a thick coat and carrying a fruit basket, looking like an old man visiting relatives and friends during the Chinese New Year in the 1980s or 90s. Vina, on the other hand, was wearing a women's suit that she hadn't had time to change out of, with an apron hastily tied around her waist and a spatula in her hand. On the spatula, one could see the gruesome fragments of vegetables. She looked like a modern white-collar career woman living alone in a big city in the 21st century.

Moreover, perhaps because the apron was tied too tightly, or perhaps because Vina was somewhat unkempt at home, she simply unbuttoned a few buttons on her chest, so that Ernst, upon looking at her, felt a great empathy for Su Dongpo, who wrote "On the Wall of Xilin Temple" while viewing Mount Lu in the Song Dynasty, even though they were separated by a thousand years.

The contrast was so stark that Ernst was momentarily stunned, forgetting his prepared opening remarks. Vina was the first to react; her face gradually flushed from pale, and finally, as the spatula slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, she let out a panicked cry:

"Ahhh! Prime Minister Ernst, what brings you here all of a sudden?"

"Wait for me a moment!"

She quickly closed the door, but as if by carelessness, she didn't close it completely, and soon rustling sounds came from inside.

Qun Ernst opened his mouth, but didn't open the door.

A moment later, Vina reopened the door, blushing and somewhat embarrassed, and asked:

"Sorry, you don't."

Ling Ernst glanced at Vina, who had changed into casual home clothes, and understood.

Ling had gone to change his clothes.

He shook his head, indicating to Vina that she could rest assured:

"I didn't open the door."

Actually, he was already a little nervous just from running to Vina's house after get off work to see her.

Yi should know that in her past life, even sending a text message to a female colleague after get off work could cause unnecessary misunderstandings. One of the most frequently taught rules when Ernst joined the department in his previous life was—when talking to female colleagues, it's best to do so openly and honestly, with the door open. Even if it's about discussing matters behind closed doors, it's best to have a third or fourth person present.

Of course, those who can enter the system and departments have all gone through layers of screening, so the chances of that kind of situation happening are not high. But people are always afraid of the worst-case scenario. It's best to avoid misunderstandings if possible, isn't it?

Don't you know what happened before the subway case and the Zhu Jun case?

It's not that Ernst doesn't trust Vina; at least in Terra, he hasn't heard of anything like it. But his cautious and meticulous nature, his tendency to think three steps ahead before acting, is ingrained in his very being—as Horhaia said, "Boss, you always overthink things."

Moreover, even disregarding these factors, as a gentleman, Ernst would not have sneaked in after the other party had clearly stated that they would wait and then closed the door, simply because the other party had neglected to close it properly.

If you really have that thought, it would be more honest to tell Vina directly.

You might get beaten up.

After placing the fruit basket on the table, Vina nodded shyly to Ernst and said:

"Thank you."

Then, as if remembering something, he apologized:

"Sorry, I didn't cook for you."

Ernst shook his head:

"You didn't know I was coming beforehand."

"I'll go buy things now, there's still time!"

"No need, I'll just go out and get something to eat later."

"That won't do!" Vina raised her voice slightly, but immediately lowered it again, muttering, "It's such a rare opportunity for you to come."

She gritted her teeth, walked to the refrigerator, checked its contents, and said:

"Shall I make you some noodles?"

Ernst fell silent.

Well, although it was in Sherag, theoretically it shouldn't have that kind of ambiguity, but after going through it in his mind, Ernst was still stunned for five seconds.

Theoretically speaking, it won't rain forever, but your head will. Especially with these ancient tropes, hearing them feels like stepping back in time—awkward and cringeworthy, giving you goosebumps all over.

It was Vina who said those words, and her expression was very serious.

The Foreign Minister's daughter was clearly inferior to Ernst. Ernst mentally scolded himself for his embarrassment and nodded.

"Thank you very much."

Vina happily took the noodles out of the refrigerator. This easy-to-make, filling, and inexpensive food has become a staple in many Sherag households. It's just a pity that instant noodles don't do well in the Sherag market. According to Aktos, he'd rather sell them at a higher price, including a can with the noodles, than sell cheap instant noodles like those manufacturers who dare to print huge chunks of meat on the packaging, only to find a tiny bit of meat scraps inside.

It's quite remarkable that something like this could have been resolved with a simple "everything is subject to the actual product."

The Lingshelag people are virtuous.

"Ernst, is there something you need from me?"

Vina's voice came from the kitchen, mingling with the sound of boiling water.

"Can't I check on my employees' lives if there's nothing else going on?"

Ernst Road,

“Since you came to Sherag, apart from the one time I brought you here to arrange your accommodation, I haven’t come back since. I haven’t even offered any advice on the renovations or anything; I just had Nasti summarize your needs, which I suppose is a bit irresponsible.”

"No, how could you say that? I'm already very grateful that Ernst has given me and all of my colleagues a home. I think everyone feels the same way."

Sanvina said softly.

"There are not many places on this land where people can sleep peacefully. It was Mr. Ernst who gave us this opportunity, allowing us to sleep without fear, and enabling more people to dream peacefully."

Although she uses "we" as a self-reference, Vina always refers to herself.

After all, among the other extraordinary individuals recruited by Ernst, Hinterlea was formerly a knight of the Kazimierz. Although she wasn't doing very well, she was still able to stay at home because of her cooperation with the Commercial Federation.

Holhaya, Joyce, and Lola were even more different. Holhaya and Joyce were Colombian; one was a member of the Melander Historical Society, and anyone associated with Melander in Colombia was a prominent figure, living a very comfortable life. Joyce, a genuine university student and highly educated, along with Miss Lola, initially served as the academic representatives of Sherag, raising the overall prestige of the government.

She was all alone, sleeping in the slums. Although Londinium was full of grand buildings, there was not a place for her to stand. Every night before going to sleep, the thing she thought about most was whether she would see the council's assassins when she opened her eyes the next day.

The second thing is whether we can get enough to eat.

As for restoring the kingdom, to be honest, she had long forgotten about it.

Reality will teach every ambitious young person what it means to be down-to-earth.

But it is precisely because of this that Vina feels that she is different.

Ernst changed the fate of many people, but only she was truly saved by Ernst. The first night she left Victoria and arrived in Sherag was the most peaceful night she ever slept. Although Tukarim had not yet been rebuilt and she was sleeping in just one room of a small bungalow, the peace of mind she felt was incomparable.

"Navina, have you been resting well lately?"

Ernst looked at the Aslan girl carrying noodles out of the kitchen, a genuine smile on her face, and asked earnestly.

Vina paused for a moment, looked at Ernst, and then realized what he was asking.

She pursed her lips, nodded slowly, then shook her head, and answered frankly:

"Stable, but not at ease."

"Victoria's feelings for me, and my feelings for Victoria, are actually quite complicated."

Vina sat in a chair and waved to Ernst. Ernst walked over and, without any hesitation, picked up a bowl of noodles.

The girl propped her cheeks up with her hands, gazing at Ernst's face as she slowly poured out the pent-up emotions in her heart:

“My father died at the hands of the Victorians, and I should hate them. But when I was rescued by Mr. Gawain and wandered in the slums, I saw the people of Lentinium who, under my father’s tax policies, could only survive by scavenging garbage and eating leftovers thrown out of restaurants.”

“My father once said that this is the fate of the common people. Londinium is the largest mobile city on this land, and Victoria is the greatest country in the world. Even the poorest scavengers in the eastern part of Londinium can stand tall with pride when they think of the roaring factories and towering chimneys of Highbury. Those who still live such a miserable life in such a great Victoria should think about whether they are too foolish and not hardworking enough.”

"But not a single person I met was not trying; they were all trying to live."

"At that time, I wondered if my father was right? Victoria had boundless territory, yet the poor couldn't find a foothold in the midst of turmoil. Was this normal? I am the heir to the Victorian throne. Could I do something to help them?"

Vina smiled, as if recalling her naive yet courageous thoughts from back then, and felt a heartfelt sense of relief:

"Later, I realized that I couldn't do anything."

“There is no emperor, no parliament, no etiquette teacher, and no dignitaries I have ever seen in the slums. The whole of Victoria has forgotten about it, not even the people with the best memories, except for one.”

Ernst took a sip of his noodles: "Who?"

"Tax collector".

Ernst gave a wry smile.

That's a really bad joke. It reminded him of an American joke he'd seen before. sanwuliu;

Before the poor man died, he vaguely saw a man in black standing in front of him, talking incessantly. He thought it was Satan listing his sins and taking him to hell. He was terrified, so he struggled to wake up, only to find that it was not Satan in front of him. Just as he was about to thank his savior, he heard him say, "Man, put your thanks aside for now, you need to pay your taxes."

The joke ended there, but Vina's talking didn't stop.