People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

From this perspective, she should also thank Russell, who sent her the letter, and Ernst Shivaesh, whom she had never met.

Chapter 563 The Love Studies of Giant Beasts

Shelag, Tukarim, the venue for the World Summit.

A country deep in the snow-capped mountains, a realm protected by the gods, and the host country of the first Terran Summit.

In retrospect, Kjerag has only truly stepped onto the stage of Terran history in the last two years. Even though Terran during the Crystallized Era has always been known for its rapid development, Kjerag's near-180-degree turn is enough to shock any Terran commentator.

Especially recently, when people discuss the current situation on Terra in newspapers, on television, and on intercity network forums, they always find that they can't avoid mentioning one person's name.

Just as Nasser cannot be ignored when discussing the Middle East situation, this person's name is Ernst Shivaish.

If Ernst's reputation at the World's Fair was largely built on the unprecedented novelties of "airships" and "Project Star," along with the mediation of Laterano, a well-known peacemaker on Terra, then at the World's Summit now, the prestige of Ernst's name is no less than that of the long-established rulers of Terra.

Ya'er was very pleased with this.

Standing atop the mountain, overlooking the magnificent venue and bustling crowds of the World Summit in the distance, even as a giant beast, it felt a surge of excitement.

"Since you're happy, then why do you look like you're wiping away tears?"

Xi, standing beside Him, looked somewhat puzzled, while the young man beside her patted his younger sister's shoulder lightly, adopting an air of knowing better, and explained:

"Xi, you don't understand. You'll understand when you become a mother."

Xi was slightly taken aback and gave Nian a strange look.

The way you're talking makes it sound like you're a mother.

Let's not even talk about how a giant beast can just throw out some genetic material, which is like Sun Wukong's hairs, instantly turning into a bunch of monkey offspring (elves). Let's talk about ourselves—whether it's She Xi or you Nian, we're not even proper level two giant beasts. We're just "Sui Beast agents."

Although there isn't much difference in terms of power and strength, at least for Xi, having some ink spirits or trolls to accompany her isn't a problem, but asking her to give birth to little elves?

I'm sorry, I can't do that!

Moreover, she felt that Nian was only good at talking; with her personality, if she were really asked to try creating elves as mothers, she estimated that she would cry and run to the Great Wilderness City in less than a week.

What do you need? I need your help taking care of the kids, Sister Shu!

Xi couldn't help but laugh as she imagined Nian clinging to Sister Shu's leg, tears streaming down her face.

Xi's sudden, unusual smile gave Nian, who had been waiting for Xi to talk back so he could finish his daily "eat, sleep, and tease his sister" routine, a little shock!

"Ho!"

The sound was urgent; as expected of a fragment of the Year Beast, Nian immediately recovered and grabbed Xi's arm.

"Xi, what are you laughing at?"

"Ok?"

Xi snapped out of her daze, glancing somewhat bewildered at Nian's face, which was filled with terror and disbelief. Naturally, she didn't dare voice her own thoughts, so she turned her head away and replied,

"you guess?"

Nian unleashed the legendary divine skill, the Nian Beast's Second Stage He.

"Ho-"

The sisters' commotion naturally attracted the attention of Ya'er and Sami, who were watching Shelag from the side. Ya'er curiously turned her head and asked the two of them:

"What are you talking about?"

"Let's talk about why you cried."

"Liao Xi wants to have a baby."

"?"

"?"

"However, theoretically speaking, giant beasts should not have that kind of function."

Gao Wen appeared out of nowhere and, upon hearing Nian Hexi's reply, casually chimed in with a comment.

However, no one expected that this very sentence would give the two sisters, who were already red-faced and angry, a perfect outlet for their venting.

"Who asked you?" "Don't we know?"

"Are you a giant beast or am I?" "The Beast Lord is such a busybody!"

"Hidden among the behemoths, pretending to be knowledgeable—who's sleeping all day?!" "This is ridiculous!"

"?"

Although I am a beast lord and I am indeed a little out of place among your giant beasts, I am still one of the first members of our tea party. Today, I was actually humiliated by two third-generation members.

Why should I, the Beast Lord Gawain, explain my actions to others? A true man born between heaven and earth, how can I live a life of meek subservience? If the lion doesn't roar, do you really think I'm a cheese leopard?

It's time to teach you a lesson!

"Yeragand!"

Gao Wen shouted.

Ya'er smiled helplessly, stepped forward, and gently mediated:

"Alright, alright, today is a festive day, let's be a little more friendly."

Nian and Xi exchanged a glance and snorted at each other, but ultimately did not continue the conversation.

They could certainly tell that Ya'er was planning to protect Gawain.

The reason, of course, was obvious to both of them: it was because Vina had taken the initiative to kiss Ernst a while ago.

For Nian, it was just a kiss, what's the big deal? If Nian wanted to, she could kiss Ernst until he melted—in a physical sense.

After all, the normal oral temperature is 1400 degrees Celsius.

Kaya seemed very excited about this, and even took sick leave from Manju Academy for several days in a row, keeping an eye on the two children every day, hoping to see some new progress.

Unfortunately not.

Vina seemed to have resolved much of her inner turmoil and was working even harder. Under her management, all matters concerning the World Summit were expedited. Ernst, on the other hand, maintained his usual work routine, even becoming busier. After all, during the World Summit, Kjerag had many things to consider: how to ensure visiting guests had a good impression and experience, how to guarantee that Kjerag's Sarkaz wouldn't cause any problems during this period, and how to meet with guests who arrived early.

For example, Christensen, the head of the Star-Picking Project, and Pope Ivangelista XI of Lateran, which was a co-host country.

There was no progress on Vina's side, but Ya'er discovered some "unexpected delights".

For example, Christensen, whom I just mentioned.

Although Ya'er couldn't be sure whether this could be considered "joy," after all, when Christen said "I quite like you," her expression was too bland, her emotions too calm, and her tone too flat.

You mean a confession? Ya'er felt that this didn't match any of the "states of mind when confessing" she had secretly read in the youth novels that Scholar Muels had kept hidden away. There was no shyness, no excitement, not even that "decisive determination," and it was completely different from the loving situations she had seen in Sherag.

Kristen was more saying something, expressing an emotion, than seeking Ernst's opinion.

I like you, what does it have to do with you?

How domineering! Ya'er couldn't understand the thinking of this Colombian mad scientist.

If I had to pinpoint the exact question she asked Ernst for his opinion on, it would be, "You're not happy if I move in?"

But this has nothing to do with her personally, and it's not even entirely about emotions; it's more about economic and strategic considerations. Moreover, judging from her tone, she intends to do it whether Ernst is happy or not.

So much so that after silently analyzing for a long time, Ya'er finally came to only one conclusion: 4

Then, she turned her attention back to Ernst and Vina, whom she could understand and whose stories aligned with Muirses's theoretical foundations and Jeragund's eyewitness accounts.

Gao Wen naturally benefited from this version update.

Incidentally, because the incident happened so suddenly, and Ya'er had not yet been able to exchange parenting experiences with a certain famous female demon observer, son-obsessed, and genuine old mother, Ms. Lamaren, Ya'er did not have the video that [Sami] wanted.

In lieu of a video, He provided Sami with Christensen's domineering CEO video.

The behemoth Jeragand offered the following explanation:

"Colombia and Sami are quite close. Although I can't understand Christensen's line of thinking, maybe [Sami] can?"

Sami, do you understand? You should understand, right? Do you really understand?

The year is uncertain, the evening is uncertain, and Yeragand is even more uncertain.

All I can say is, that's the solution!

Since He has already begun writing the contents of the ciphertext, He probably understands it, right?

In conclusion, thanks to the mediation of Yeragand, the local leader of Sherag, the verbal conflict between the behemoth and its lord was successfully resolved, and the land of Sherag remains peaceful and stable. Congratulations!

Meanwhile, Ernst, unaware that he had been nagged countless times, sneezed again and again, having been sneezing nonstop lately!

Once or twice, Ernst could still boldly assume that someone he knew was talking behind his back, but to sneeze dozens of times a day, Ernst couldn't help but be a little surprised:

"How strange, to catch a cold at this crucial moment?"

"Boss, take care of yourself."

"Holhaya said softly," Ernst said, looking at the smile on her face. He couldn't tell if she was genuinely concerned or just being sarcastic.

After all, the snow leopard has lived in Shelag for so many years, and although its physical condition is not as good as its other brothers and sisters, it has never really caught a cold.

Not to mention at such a critical juncture.

"I'll go back and get some medicine."

Ernst nodded, though with some doubt.

"Speaking of which, weren't you supposed to be leading His Holiness the Pope around the inner hall?" ÷=3

"He gave me dessert," Holhaya said abruptly.

Ernst paused, then asked, "And then?"

Holhaya's smile was forced. It was the first time Ernst had ever seen her with such a disgusted expression, as if she had just eaten shit. Even when she was knocked down by Seria at Rhine Lab, she had calmly prepared herself to demand compensation.

She swallowed hard, seemingly trying to suppress a memory, and after a long while, she managed to suppress the urge to spit it out before answering:

"Realgar was added to the dessert."

Oh, so you really did eat shit.

P.S.: Here's a picture of Horheimer in her secretary outfit and evening gown. I heard it's an image of Dorothy's mother! But any human-drawn Horheimer looks better than that skin!

Chapter 564 The Holy Mountain Hermitage pays homage to you, Master

Humans are always curious. Sometimes, even if you know something is weird, maybe disgusting, maybe terrifying, and might keep you up at night, you still can't help but watch it when you see the message "This video contains disturbing content, please watch at your own discretion."

Ernst was no exception.

Ernst became curious after hearing that Ivangelista XI had made desserts with realgar.

Horhaia is a feathered serpent. Although she often fills in Liberi in the race column, she has never given up claiming her feathered serpent identity. And serpents, of course, do not like realgar.

Realgar doesn't necessarily have the same restraint as in novels, where snakes "die at the mere smell," but it's like the Old Seal to Nyarlathotep: snakes, even feathered serpents, become confused after consuming realgar.

After the first bite, I wondered, "Who am I? Where am I? How can I tell if this is reality or an illusion?"

After the second bite, oh, I suddenly realized, I can tell the difference now, this is real (shit).

Whether or not the pun will result in a fine is another matter, but to be able to turn realgar into a dessert and then give that dessert to Horhyah, who has such a big, thick tail, to eat, Ivangelista XI is truly a genius!

"Shouldn't you be ready?"

Looking at Ivangelista XI before him, Ernst spoke earnestly.

King Ivangelista XI nodded, took a wad of cash from his pocket, and placed it on the table.

"The compensation amount is ready. If you don't accept cash, you can also transfer it to your bank card. Ernst, if you have a car you like, you can also recommend a 4S store to me, and I can take care of it."

"So generous?" Ernst said with a hint of envy.

"All legitimate expenses incurred during the World Summit will be reimbursed by the Papal Court." Ivangelista XI stroked his long beard and smiled kindly, just like the old Colonel Sanders on Crazy Thursday.

"This is considered a legitimate expense?" Ernst asked in surprise.

King Ivangelista XI grinned: "How can it not be? The expenses spent on promoting Lateran's most profound, popular, and accessible dessert culture, which brings happiness and sweetness to everyone, are certainly considered normal cultural promotion expenses!"

Ernst was silent for a moment, then turned his head away and clenched his fist.

Damn it, what you said makes so much sense.

No wonder when I visited Lateran last time, you were sending out desserts like crazy every day. When I asked, I found out they were all high-end items that you couldn't even get your hands on even if you lined up on weekdays. I was quite impressed at the time, thinking how well the Pope of Lateran was treated. These top-quality desserts were sent to the palace first so that you, the Pope, could taste them, and I could even benefit from it.

In retrospect, does that also count as "promoting Lateran dessert culture to foreign leaders"? And can it be reimbursed by the Papal Court?

Rounding up, you yourself don't usually get to eat those kinds of desserts, so you're just benefiting from my treat? (42)

Damn, I'm even more envious now!