People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ya'er then turned her gaze to [Time Sequence] and Year and Evening.

The linked list with the [time sequence] property closed silently, refusing to express its opinion, which is also a form of expression.

Nian and Xi exchanged another glance.

"Sis, how about we eat something light tonight?" Nian said.

“Actually, I think that in such cold weather as Shelag, it’s acceptable to eat something a little spicy, as long as it’s not too spicy,” Xi replied.

Ya'er opened her mouth wide.

Are you all the kind of people with a lot of experience? Or is He just making a big fuss over nothing?

Having lived for thousands of years, Jeragund had seen his children fall in love, get married, and have children before, but this was truly the first time he had witnessed such a close-up, live-streamed display of a young girl's emotions.

After all, the saintesses of Manju Courtyard cannot marry, so even He, the thousand-year-old head maid, doesn't have a personal example to follow.

Ya'er was somewhat doubtful, but an unexpected voice came to her rescue:

"I find it quite strange."

The letter had somehow drifted onto the stone table, and Sami's voice came from it, tinged with interest.

“Don’t worry about them. Jeragand, Victoria and Yan are developing very quickly, and their ideas are too tainted by worldly concerns.”

Sammy paused, then asked in a serious tone: 9

"Was there a video recording of what you just saw?"

“My follower, the Great Snow God Ektilnir, is also getting old, and I would like to consult him.”

Chapter 556 Christensen: Where am I in such a hurry?

1095 2 Month 1 Day.

Shelag, Tukarim, train.

Although strictly speaking, it has only been less than half a year since I left here, Christen felt as if a very long time had passed.

So much so that she didn't even realize that, during the agreed-upon February period with Ernst, she didn't stay out for even a single day longer, and almost just made it onto the train to Sherag.

Having not been here for so long, Christen felt as if she had been in another world.

She remembered that the train line in Shelag was supposed to be winding and rugged, passing through many mountains and valleys, as well as man-made tunnels.

But now, has a new railway line been developed? Why does the surrounding area look so much flatter?

Although there are still some small hills and mounds, they no longer have a significant impact on transportation. The majestic mountains of Shelag seem to have been moved away out of thin air, either disappearing or being relocated to other places.

However, Christensen did not ask any questions.

Before her curiosity even arose, the train attendant's gentle and friendly voice had already come over the train's public address system: N

"Welcome everyone to Shelag. We are currently passing through the site of the former 'Mountain Barrier'."

"The mountain range is a barrier that has protected the people of Shelag from external invasion for thousands of years. According to legend, it is a barrier that the ancient god Yeragand deliberately left behind when he circled Shelag. However, at the harvest festival at the beginning of the year, the god Yeragand chose to remove this barrier."

"The mountains have sunk into the earth's veins, and the valleys have risen to flat land. The great god Yeragand has recognized the path that the people of Sherag are now on, and has also recognized the achievements of the Sherag government. Sherag has opened its doors to the outside world, and once these doors are opened, they will never be closed again. They are open not only to the people of Sherag, but also to every visitor."

"Please enjoy your journey to the Snowy Kingdom, the Pure Holy Land, and the No.1 hottest tourist destination in Terra. The mystery and magnificence of Shelag await your personal exploration!"

Then, a melodious harp tune began to play.

Christen heard cheers coming from the corridor outside the compartment, which came from other carriages. There were also cheers and music that joined in, seemingly because the harpist was very popular on the train.

Christensen doesn't dislike music, but she doesn't feel much about it either; she just feels that the music can indeed make people feel a little relaxed.

Excellent tourism promotion, commentary, entertainment programs, and atmosphere all perfectly complement each other. Combined with Shelag's stunning scenery, which is truly unique in the Terra region, it's no wonder it attracts so many tourists.

If she didn't have a job, she would like to visit Sherag as a tourist. Hehe, I wonder if, given her relationship with Ernst, she could ask him to be her tour guide?

This idea surprised even herself. After all, anyone who knew Christensen knew that although the head of Rhine Lab was always elusive, she was basically always moving between one job after another. You could say she was neglecting her duties, but you could never say she wasn't doing her job properly.

After all, she had indeed failed her main business, "Lai Jiu Yin Life," but she had never slacked off in her pursuit of her dreams and her main mission—exploring the skies.

Not to mention the idea of ​​stopping work and taking time off to travel.

Christensen gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Her heart, long ago, was thrown into a distant, untouchable realm beyond the heavens, along with the spaceship that carried her parents into the sky that day.

Forget it, I'd rather not think about these things anymore. No matter how beautiful the snow-capped mountains are, they can't compare to the beauty of the sky.

After all, that place is truly vast, magnificent, and mysterious.

"Dong dong."

There was a knock on the door of the private room. Christensen said softly.

"Please come in."

The flight attendant opened the door and noticed Christensen leaning alone against the window, gazing at the scenery outside. She paused, slightly surprised, and asked incredulously:

"Oh, are you Miss Christensen?"

Christensen withdrew her gaze, turned her head slightly, and looked at the flight attendant at the door with some curiosity:

"you know me?"

“I’m from Shelag. My brother worked there when the Dome Research Station was being built, and he met you. He always talked about you; you’re a remarkable person!”

"I think so."

Christensen nodded and accepted the compliment very generously.

She has every right to be proud. On this land, there are people her age who can establish a giant company like Rhine Lab, become an authority in the scientific research field in Colombia, even wield immense power in Tremont, and have direct contact and negotiation with the military and political circles. But aren't all those people relying on their ancestors' legacy, their bloodline, or their powerful backers?

Christensen had nothing to rely on.

Her parents died when she was very young, leaving her only ridicule from others—ridicule for her dream of flying, ridicule for the Wrights' overestimation of their abilities, and ridicule for little Christensen's desire to "repeat their mistakes."

But now, they all know Christensen, they know that she is the head of Rhine Lab, Terra's youngest genius scientist, the one who "plucked the stars"!

She has also given up trying to distinguish between genuine compliments and empty praise.

Come on, since it's praise, I'll accept it all. Don't worry about it being too much, because Christensen has no limits and will never stop. Even the isolation layer can't stop her. She will reach the end of every compliment.

Insults, jealousy, hostility—it doesn't matter. Let those people hate her; she doesn't care about them.

Seemingly taken aback by Christensen's crisp and decisive admission, the flight attendant paused for a couple of seconds before laughing again, genuinely remarking:

"Miss Christensen is so confident! I wish I could be as confident as you!"

"Why not? There's no harm in being more confident. Even for the most impossible things, the first step to success is to be confident," Christen said calmly, as if stating a fact.

The flight attendant blinked, somewhat bewildered. Although it was a clichéd piece of inspirational advice, the people of Sherag hadn't really drunk much of it before.

Moreover, the fact that Christensen said this, with such certainty in his tone, made it sound very convincing.

She is a gifted speaker.

"Really? If you have confidence, the impossible can become possible?"

"Really." Christensen smiled slightly and nodded gently.

"So, if my dream is to marry Prime Minister Ernst—no, no, I mean to marry Prime Minister Ernst—is there even a slight possibility?"

The flight attendant blushed, her voice grew softer and softer, and finally she looked at Christensen with a hint of fear.

Because she noticed that after she spoke for the seventh time, for some reason, Chris's smile disappeared.

"Oh, that's impossible."

Christensen's answer was as crisp and clear as ever, seemingly no different from before. However, the flight attendant still felt a chill run down her spine and looked at Christensen in shock, seemingly finding it hard to believe that her 37-degree mouth could utter such contrasting and cold words.

But Christensen didn't give her another chance to speak, instead asking decisively:

"Did you come to ask me what you'd like for lunch?"

The flight attendant was taken aback, but quickly returned to her work mode and asked in a friendly manner:

"Oh yes, Miss Christensen, is there anything you'd like to eat? We have it."

Unfortunately, before she could finish speaking, Christensen shook her head and said:

"Thank you, but no thanks, I'm not hungry."

"Um, Miss Christensen, your box ticket comes with a complimentary cheese fondue and dessert. Are you sure you don't want it?"

"No need, I'm full."

Christensen refused again.

"Did I make you angry?" The flight attendant was a little confused, but still apologized.

Christensen smiled, a hint of mockery in her smile:

"No, your service was excellent, I wasn't angry at all. Do you think I looked rushed?"

"No, no."

"Then it'll be fine."

Watching the flight attendant leave the room, Christensen turned her head and looked out the window again.

The once rugged mountain path had suddenly turned into a plain where the horizon was visible. Although there was a change, the fact that something she had already explored had suddenly become unknown again still made her feel uneasy.

There's a feeling that you leave for a short time, but when you come back, everything that was once familiar has suddenly become unrecognizable.

They've escaped our control.

But that's alright, the unknown is what makes exploration more fun. After struggling with that eerie door underground for so long, she'd had enough of the mud and rocks. It was perfect to change her mood on the snowfield.

The second Star-Picking Experiment, the Zero Sherag Summit, including the establishment of a branch of Leiluin Life in Sherag, and many other matters, all await her to be dealt with after finding Ernst.

Moreover, Ernst's help might also be needed regarding that strange door.

After all, the last time the mysterious signal from that door appeared was during the first Star-Picking Project, and when Ernst obtained that mysterious recording.

Perhaps there's some connection between the two?

That's how science sometimes works. When you're completely stuck in one field, you might find a solution by changing your approach and exploring another.

However, most Terran scientists only have enough energy in their lifetime to master one subject.

Christensen was proud of herself. Although she majored in isolation layer research, she was also strong in other areas and was a true all-rounder!

What can't be opened or obtained at the mysterious door, perhaps Ernst can obtain here?

Hmm, I'm feeling better now. The snow in Kjerag really does have a calming effect. It's such a conducive environment for research; maybe we should move our headquarters here sometime.

Chapter 557 My machine has been blessed!

The world is never short of courageous people.

Pioneers who knowingly venture into dangerous places, those in power who remain unmoved even when Mount Tai collapses before them, and those who, despite the danger of a deer running past, do not flinch, and those who relentlessly pursue the truth despite the long and arduous road ahead—they are all people of great courage.

Even ordinary people have their own courage; knowing the ugliness of the world yet still loving it is also a kind of courage.

Ernst greatly admired Christensen. She was a brave person with the courage of a pioneer. Her pure curiosity and relentless pursuit of the sky were moving. It was this personal charm that made many people who came into contact with her, even knowing her flaws, still willing to do their best to help her.

She also possessed the courage of someone in power. As the head of Rhine Lab, you could say she didn't manage things, but you couldn't say she made no contributions. Her contributions were far more than simply "gathering a bunch of people to start this scheme." She actively approached those powerful figures that Saria was unwilling to associate with; she was willing to experiment with projects that Himeru felt were "a bit too extreme"; and she dared to invest in those unimaginable scientific fantasies.

No joke, she's a visionary in Tremont and indeed in all of Colombia. If you prove your abilities to her, she'll spend a fortune on even the most absurd dreams. That's why Rhine Life, a company founded by a group of young people, has grown into a renowned giant in Colombia in such a short time!

She also possessed the courage to explore the truth; "If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die content in the evening." The demonic corruption she encountered during her first Star-Picking Project did not frighten her. Before leaving Sherag, she made an appointment with Ernst for the next Star-Picking Project. In her view, glimpsing the face of the stars was a goal more important than anything else.

Even if, on the day she finally witnesses the stars with her own eyes, those glittering stars in the sky are not the "planet as large as Terra" Ernst described, but rather the eyes of demons opening and closing from time to time, she will not feel the slightest fear or regret. Because, if that were the case, it would still be the appearance of the stars, something she has pursued her entire life!

She wasn't one to feign love of dragons like Lord Ye; if they were like that, then so be it. Even if a demon cast a glance from the depths of a dimension, offering her a gift of madness and death, she would gladly accept it.

Because that is also beauty.

Just like the "beauty of blood," "beauty of war," and "beauty of depravity" pursued by many extraordinary people, it is a grand, shocking, and magnificent beauty!

However, what Ernst admired most was her courage to confront the great terror.

He had already moved the chair back so quietly that it was against the wall, bringing him and Lavshini to the same level. Ernst could still feel the murderous aura emanating from them.

That murderous aura, of course, came from Seria, the head of the Rhine Life Protection Department who wished to remain anonymous, and Christen, who stood opposite her, dragging a suitcase, her face full of surprise and delight, but without the slightest fear.

"Saria? Long time no see! I didn't expect you to be in Sherag too?"

Christen loosened her suitcase, raised her hand, and happily opened her arms to greet Seria.

Saria broke free from Kristen's sudden embrace, clicked her tongue, her murderous aura lessened by a tenth, but her face remained cold:

"So you finally decided to come back, Christensen!"