People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Despite having received "confirmation" from Kal'tsit, Nyszree's tone still held a hint of disbelief.

"Why should we? Sherag is just a tiny country, how can it bear the fate of the Sarkaz?"

Kelsey shook her head.

"That's not how it works. Sherag can't, and doesn't need to, take on the fate of the Sarkaz."

What is the relationship between Sherag and the Sarkaz? And how could Ernst possibly say something like "Our group will be Kazdel forever"?

"Only this land can bear the fate of the Sarkaz."

“But this land despises, loathes, and hates the Sarkaz,” Niezley said.

Kal'tsit shook her head again, refuting in a firm tone:

"No, King of the Carrion, how vague is the concept of the earth? Even you, how can you assert that the earth hates the Sarkaz to the core?"

"The earth is the most unjust, yet the earth is also the most just."

She calmly uttered the assertion she had made countless times before.

"When this land is devouring people, it never picks and chooses its food!"

Niecilei fell silent.

The strips of cloth on the King of Carrion fluttered slowly, just like his fluctuating thoughts at that moment.

After a long pause, he asked:

"Then how did Sherag, that silver-haired Phyllis, gain the recognition of several royal courts?"

"Because he brought together both good and bad intentions, giving this abstract concept of the land a nearly concrete form. Then..."

Kal'tsit paused, and Nyetzer's tone became slightly hesitant, revealing his urgency:

"Then?"

"Then, the Sarkaz were included as well."

Kal'tsit solemnly announced in a loud voice:

"The International Summit is currently being held in Kjerag. King of the Carrion, if you are curious about this, then please witness it!"

“The Sarkaz will be present everywhere at this grand event.”

Chapter 572 The First Terran Summit Opens!

I don't know the true face of Lushan, I am only in this mountain.

People living through change often find it difficult to realize when the change is happening. For most people in Sherag, they simply feel that one day the streets became smooth and clean, the dark places at night became bright, and many new faces suddenly appeared in those ordinary old places, showing a particular interest in things that were commonplace in Sherag.

Then, gradually, the food became more plentiful, the old houses were demolished or fenced off for protection, and everyone moved into new houses. The new houses had radios and televisions, and if you wanted, the terminals that were previously only available to the patriarchs of the three major families began to be sold cheaply. Something called the intercity network was set up in various places, and people had options for going out besides carrying beasts.

People claiming to be Victoria tourists began to emerge in droves from the government-built train station, like some kind of automatically refreshed money printing machine, squandering their gold coins. Meanwhile, the young people of Sherag also started to go out. In the past, they might have met every two or three days, but now it would be every ten days or half a month.

But overall, no one feels that life has undergone any earth-shattering changes. Progress is indeed rapid from a macro perspective, but from each individual's micro perspective, what they can truly feel are only those things that are relevant to themselves—whether it's the automated feeding of pack animals, the enrichment of food supply channels, or the increase in "choices."

But Enchiodes is different.

He is the man who stands at the very top of the entire Shelag, one of only a few, no, ten! He is a figure above all others, just below the Shelag government!

Every aspect of Shelag is related to the trade with Kalan, and every aspect of the trade with Kalan is closely related to Ensioudis.

He is one of the few people who, as a non-governmental individual, can take a macro-level view of the entire Shelag.

That's why he felt so excited.

On the streets, which pedestrians found cleaner and tidier than before, walking beside him, side by side, were the Duke of Caesar from Victoria, Her Majesty the Queen from Letania, and the Grand Commandant from the Great Yan.

The colorful ribbons that flutter in the wind on the streetlights that are only turned on at night are the ribbons used during the Sherag festival, as well as the flags of the World Summit and the various countries of Terra.

What was once just an ordinary animal ranch in Tukarim has now transformed into a magnificent architectural complex that, in terms of both design and symbolism, will undoubtedly be remembered in history.

People who were either strangers to the residents of Sherag or had only met them once were flocking into the area, entering the doors of one of the buildings, and heading towards the magnificent "International Summit Conference Hall."

The World Summit, which Ernst described as "a place where everyone could argue," has now moved beyond fantasy and become a tangible reality.

He will enter as the leader of the invited organization, Shelagkalan Trade, to witness this historic moment.

How incredibly exciting!

"Enciodes, that expression of yours is really inappropriate."

A laugh from his friend beside him brought Enciodes back from his reverie.

Enciodes looked at Liboli, his co-founder, and Noxis Edwis, with a hint of mockery on his face, spoke to him in a provocative manner:

"What? You want to admit defeat? You want to kneel down and submit to your good brother? You want to live a peaceful life as an ordinary businessman?"

“I have no respect for that kind of person. Enciodes, no matter how good Ernst is, he is not you. You are not anyone’s worshipper or follower. Don’t forget the vow we made.”

oath?

Let's change this country together?

Ensiodis smiled and asked in return:

"So you mean you want me to rebel against Ernst?"

"Indeed, now is a golden opportunity. With so many foreign dignitaries here, a little manipulation and some unexpected events can ruin Ernst's plans. So, is that what you're planning?"

"Do you want to do that?"

Nohis lips twitched, and he clicked his tongue in surprise:

"I didn't say that. Ensiodis, you're going a bit too far with this kind of thing."

Nohis abruptly stopped, noticing Ensiodis's ambiguous smile, and he naturally realized what was happening.

Ensiodis was teasing him.

You'd better not have that kind of thought!

Nohis cursed coldly.

Enciodes responded skillfully, as if anticipating Nosis's words, or perhaps issuing a warning to Nosis:

"Otherwise, I'll be the first to kill you!"

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Admittedly, it is a pity that the two who wanted to change Sherag personally have temporarily lost this opportunity.

However, they still possess value as "correctors." Neither the government, Jeragund, nor Ernst can deprive them of their right to love this country and contribute their modest efforts. As Ernst's brothers and the people who most frequently engaged in unofficial contact with the outside world in Sherag, Enciodis and Nohis also have the right to speak on this matter.

It is precisely because they now have their own understanding and positioning of the current situation that they understand that they are "error correctors," meant to advise and help Ernst make fewer mistakes, and to prevent him from making mistakes altogether, rather than to create trouble and errors for Ernst.

If anyone were to actually do such a thing, they would be the first to betray their own family for the greater good.

"Alright, alright, what's with all this talk about killing it or not?"

Jian patted the two on the shoulder, holding a small colorful flag in his hand, and handed it to them.

The colorful flag was embroidered with the pattern of the Kalan trade. She was not here just now because she went to pick up this little colorful flag.

The first World Summit was of great significance, and Ernst specially opened the application channel for observer seats so that non-governmental organizations, enterprises and forces who wish to attend could participate in the conference as much as possible.

As an invited company, Kalan Trade was able to receive its own small flag.

This little flag also has its purpose—after the opening ceremony on the first day, the selection ceremony for the five permanent members of the Security Council, the submission, review and speeches of the first World Summit proposals on the second day, the discussion period on the third day, the voting on the fourth day and the closing ceremony of the first plenary session of the first World Summit, on the fifth day, it will be the turn for individual speeches by representatives of various countries, independent city-states, official organizations, non-official organizations and enterprises.

Ernst secured this opportunity for Enciodes: like Rhodes Island, they have the right to take turns speaking after the official speeches, with the order to be determined by drawing lots.

In other words, this small flag is actually a power, a reward, and an immense, unattainable opportunity!

A slight smile played on Jian's lips as he solemnly relayed, "Also, boss, Ernst asked me to tell you not to let Nosis take the stage."

"Why?" Nosis was taken aback.

"What else could it be? He's afraid your mouth will offend people."

Ensiodis smiled and nodded.

"I understand. I will personally go on stage to speak then, so he can rest assured."

“I disagree!” Nosis retorted.

Jian nodded: "I thought so too. You definitely have to go up there yourself in this kind of situation."

“That’s prejudice!” Nohis reiterated.

Ensiodis waved his hand: "It's about time we entered. Come on, let's see what my little brother is capable of."

"Can you listen to me?" Nosis reached out and pressed down on the shoulders of Mace and Ensiodis.

Ensiodis finally turned around and smiled:

"What are you talking about, a tech executive with no voice?"

"you!"

"Are you coming or not? If not, we'll go in ourselves."

Jian helplessly shrugged.

Nohis pursed his lips twice, clenched his fists as if to say something, but eventually relaxed them.

He crossed his arms and gave a cold snort:

"I'm here, wait for me."

At the World Summit, on the podium.

Ernst felt a strong gaze, filled with resentment and grievance, and faintly mixed with a hint of bitterness, directed at him.

The fur on his tail stood on end, and Ernst shuddered, turning his gaze toward the source of the gaze.

That was Mr. Wilson, the Vice President of Colombia and an old friend of Ernst. Noticing Ernst's gaze, he nodded in a friendly manner and waved.

The source of that gaze was certainly not him.

恩斯特看向正2被他小心9翼翼的放在4桌上0的，造型奇4异的有3角羽兽玩5偶，6露出4了一个尴尬的笑容。

Oh no, they've come knocking on our door.

Your Excellency President, please forgive me, I really didn't stand you up. All the documents for my visit are ready. I will send them to you after the World Summit. You don't need to worry.

I'll definitely go to Colombia. If I don't, who knows what kind of clueless guy Christensen might do and ruin the whole thing for Terra. He won't even have time to cry then.

With a somewhat awkward forced smile, Ernst forced himself to look away and toward the entrance gate.

As the last representative slowly entered, Ernst took a deep breath and rallied his spirits.

He was the leader of Shelag, but strictly speaking, according to the rules of his previous life, he shouldn't have been in that position.

But Terra didn't adhere to such rules. Since he and Ivangelista XI had organized this event, the host should naturally be one of them. And since the event was held in Kjerag, it was only natural that Ivangelista XI voluntarily stepped aside, handing the hosting position to Ernst.

and so--

He picked up the hammer beside him, raised it high, and then brought it down heavily.

The boy's solemn declaration, accompanied by loud banging sounds, resounded throughout the venue through the microphone and loudspeaker:

"Distinguished representatives, honored guests, and all those of insight who are committed to maintaining peace in Terra, promoting its development, and preserving its civilization!"

"I, Ernst Siwaish, Prime Minister of Shelag and Interim Secretary General of the Terrawan Summit, welcome you all and am honored to announce:"

"The First Terra International Summit General Assembly is now officially open!"

Chapter 573 Kester, Bones in the Tomb!

A nation cannot be without a leader for a single day, and international organizations cannot remain without someone in charge.

Especially for an organization like the World Summit, was Ernst in charge?

The answers varied widely, and everyone may have their own opinion, but at least, as an initiator with some knowledge and experience, Ernst was well aware of this principle—if he were in charge, the only country the World Summit could probably manage would be Shelag.

Government orders and decisions can be implemented freely in and around the World Summit venue and in Tukarim, and are strictly enforced in Khelag. However, outside of Khelag, the World Summit becomes essentially a formality.

The legitimacy and authority of the World Summit are based on the recognition and participation of Terran countries, led by Victoria and others. Without the participation of these major powers, the World Summit would essentially be nothing more than the Shelag Summit.

Therefore, the most important thing for the World Summit, without a doubt, is to select five countries that are authoritative, credible, and most importantly, powerful enough to become the true cornerstone of this organization.

The five permanent members of the Security Council are both a symbol of power and a shackle on prestige. Theoretically, with this status, they have the "ability to define the situation."

As long as these five countries reach an agreement internally, even if the nations of Terra unite, they cannot change their decisions.

This power is immense, dangerous, and tempting, but it is also a calculated move.