People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Elki smiled and nodded, without reading anything.

After all, she had nothing to read; the letter sent by [Eye] was completely blank.

Later she learned that "Eye" was meant for her to improvise and use her social skills to say some kind words of blessing to Ernst, so that those Cyclopes among them who didn't have any special talents could bypass the review process and enter Sherag sooner.

Now he can go in, but as the ruler of the royal court, he can't go in and enjoy himself while the other Cyclopes have to suffer outside, can he?

There was no other way, so everyone simply stopped going inside. They set up a tent and a stall outside, and went back to their old trade, telling fortunes for the other Sarkaz outside.

What? All the Cyclops' prophecies are bad? Doesn't fortune-telling mean that every prediction will bring bloodshed?

Just kidding, do you think I wouldn't do a fake calculation?

Cyclops' abilities are inherently mysterious, and Kazdel hasn't had a cyclops in its life for a long time. How could these Sarkaz possibly know how the cyclops' farsighted magic works?

They only need to symbolically open the third eye on their foreheads, combine it with some psychological knowledge and charlatan rhetoric, and they can complete a "prophecy" process in no time, leaving these Sarkaz completely bewildered.

Prophecies like "You will surely be crowned emperor in ten years" come so easily to them. As for what kind of emperor, that's hard to say. Anyway, ten years isn't a long time for the Sarkaz; there will always be people who work hard with hope and wait for their luck to change.

If he really becomes successful in ten years, then the prophecy will have come true. If he doesn't become successful in ten years, then it's okay.

It's been ten years, where are you going to find me?

Those who can become the ruler of the royal court are all capable. The Cyclops certainly takes "Foresight" very seriously, not taking it lightly, but when did I say I really intended to use "Foresight" to help with prophecies? As long as I don't use "Foresight," then it's not a joke, is it?

This isn't the first time they've used this tactic. Otherwise, how do you think the Cyclops survived when they were still in Kazdel, compared to the Lich, Blood Demon, Banshee, Stonewing Demon (all arts, science, and engineering specialists), and the Shapeshifters (professional freeloaders who had no practical skills and could only mutter prophecies all day)?

We can't let the people of our royal court go hungry, right?

After the Cyclops, Ernst also noticed Safar sitting alone in the corner of the room.

Safar gave nothing, and unusually refrained from expressing his punitive theories, thus disrupting the rare joyful atmosphere. He sat alone in a corner, quietly observing the Sarkaz residents' committee members before him, seemingly lost in thought. Even the ever-burning flames of anger within him seemed to have calmed somewhat.

Ernst did not disturb him.

Because Ernst could understand how he felt at that moment.

People today have never seen the moon of old, yet the moon of today once shone on people of old.

Like Ernst, Shanta has gradually integrated into this vastly different era, gradually understanding and adapting to his current life. But those indelible memories, the past that will never return, will always accompany him and them.

Wusafar was probably recalling those people from his memories, the "City Builder," the "Sunbinder," the "Blue Fury"—those legendary names, and their past experiences, whether joyful or painful.

That was his past, the foundation upon which he is who he is, and he has the right to recall it.

4. Ernst wasn't worried that he would become so engrossed in it that he couldn't extricate himself, or even develop a tendency to commit suicide to join them. If judged from a superior perspective, the Sarkaz are the most resilient race on this land, without exception. They have endured unimaginable suffering, yet they still look firmly forward and towards the future.

From a practical perspective, Ernst sensed more the peace in Safar's heart at that moment, and the relief and subtle joy hidden beneath that peace.

It can be seen from the silent flame burning within him.

He was also happy, but facing these descendants millions of years later, with a body of steel, he seemed less adept at expressing himself.

Our ancestors were also happy that their descendants had regained their home and were taking their first step as [Tikarz].

Besides him, there was another oddball in the room.

A cluster of shapeshifters.

Why are shapeshifters considered professional freeloaders? Because they can be of any race, and most people can't tell they've changed. If they want, they can eat at the table of any race, except for special races like the Sarkaz, which are created by third-party factors.

This time is no exception.

This employee of the military council is now sitting openly at the Sarkaz residents' committee table, enjoying Ines's French fries.

Seeing Ernst's gaze fall on him, he put down the mashed potatoes he had just picked up and said seriously:

"We also have gifts."

"It's a surprise, but it's not here yet."

Alarm bells were ringing in Ernst's mind!

Chapter 585 The Theory of the Lifespan of the Feathered Serpent

Ernst returned to his office somewhat drunk.

The Sarkaz's banquet is still going on, and it looks like it will continue until dawn tomorrow—or even longer, since the Sarkaz are always full of energy.

With Fremont, Lamarlene, and Hadley around, Ernst wasn't worried about them getting drunk and causing any trouble, but he certainly couldn't stay with them all the time. He had a meeting the next morning, and if he had a hangover, even if he woke up the next day, he wouldn't be in top form, which would be a huge inconvenience.

The Sarkaz clearly understood this principle as well. When Ernst left, they all raised their glasses to toast him. To be honest, even though Ernst was used to it, he still felt inevitably moved and gratified by their repeated thanks.

Although he had his own selfish motives in helping the Sarkaz—Kazdelnia, Nasti's extraordinary work abilities, and the Sarkaz's cheap labor were all benefits that Sherag gained from this—he did, after all, do his part.

Effort brings rewards, one's actions bring about some positive change in the world, and those one loves and those who love him can live a slightly better life. This is the greatest happiness Ernst is pursuing now.

It was already late, and the lights in the Sherag government office building had been turned off. Ernst had come back to pick up some things he needed for tomorrow, but as soon as he entered, he noticed that the meeting room was still lit up.

Ernst frowned slightly and was about to open the door when the door to the cubicle opened from the inside, and Holhaya stepped out.

Miss Feathered Serpent wore a fleece-lined blue nightgown, held an old book with a blank cover in her hand, and wore a pair of small round glasses on her nose. She looked quite like an elegant and languid great witch guarding the forbidden library of the magical world.

Well, if you include that slowly moving tail that adds a touch of inhuman eeriness to her appearance, she should be called "the great monster guarding the forbidden library".

"Boss?"

She bumped right into Ernst at the door. Holhaia took a small step back, bracing herself with her tail on the ground and holding onto the doorframe with her other hand, somewhat surprised.

"This is the first time I've seen you come back after get off work."

Ernst gave Holhaya a deep look at the massive thunderbolt that could send him flying, and without mentioning what had just happened, replied:

"Grab some things, we'll need them tomorrow."

He glanced at the old book in Holhaya's hand and asked:

"Is it another book about the history of the feathered serpent?"

Hol-Haya is searching for her race in Zero, the history of the gods known as the Feathered Serpents, which is not exactly a secret within the She-Lag government.

In Horhaia's description, the feathered serpent possessed the ability to manipulate wind and thunder, and could flap its wings and soar through the sky. But Ernst never quite understood how it did that.

Horhaia doesn't have wings either. The only thing that looks like wings is the ear feathers on the sides of her head, which don't look very big. They don't look like they could support Horhaia's plump body that made Hinterlea shed blood and tears as she flew.

Incidentally, ear feathers seem to be the most distinctive feature that Terrans use to identify whether a race is Liberi. Anyone with ear feathers can be classified as Liberi. Moreover, the Liberi race seems to have a "preferred mate selection right". Otherwise, with such a large snake tail, Horhaia should be a Fedia (snake) rather than a Liberi, based on racial characteristics.

However, for some unspeakable reasons, her search for the history of the feathered serpent in Shelag has not been particularly successful.

Until this year's harvest festival, as a gift, Ernst obtained from the great god Jeragund the book of Kjerag about the feathered serpent and gave it to Horhyah. Since then, Horhyah often hides alone in her compartment to read, only coming out when Ernst needs her.

Reading extracurricular books during work hours should actually result in a pay cut. But Ernst was too embarrassed to actually do it. After all, not to mention his past life when he secretly read novels at work, even now, he often takes time out of work to write "Ers." It's just that he's been too busy lately, so he's gradually had less time for this side hustle.

We're all family, so let's not speak like outsiders and let's not report each other.

But Ernst didn't expect that Holhaya would not only watch it during work hours, but also so late at night after get off work.

And

"This isn't the one I gave you, is it?"

Ernst recalled the ancient book that the great god Yeragand had "entrusted" Ya'er to give him. He couldn't understand the text at all, but he was certain that the cover was not the one that Horhaiya had.

Sure enough, Horhaya nodded:

"I've finished reading that one. This one is a new one I found in the Holy Records Hall."

As she spoke, she revealed that enigmatic, half-smiling expression again.

"Oh dear, I'm really getting old. I clearly remember searching through the books in the Holy Records Hall several times over, but when I went there a few days ago, I actually found brand new ancient books that I'd never seen before!"

"It must be because there are too many books in the Holy Records Hall, making it hard for them to see clearly."

Ernst grinned, turned his head away, and didn't try to respond to Horhaya's somewhat tinged "remarks".

There's no way to tell the truth about this.

Ernst didn't know what Horhaya had done to offend the great god Jeragund, but he couldn't exactly call the great god Jeragund "petty," could he?

We can only continue in the direction of Horhaya's words:

"Yes, that should be the case. After all, there are just too many books in the Holy Records Hall, so it's impossible to miss them."

"Yes, BOSS is right. I completely missed the entire bookshelf. I was really out of my mind."

A bookshelf!

"Cough cough!!" Ernst coughed several times in a row.

Jeragand, you really know how to hide things! I thought there were only a few books!

Speaking of which, why does our Sherag have so many books about feathered serpents?

Profound words surfaced in my mind.

Because feathered serpents taste delicious.

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Seeing Ernst standing there, his lips trembling slightly, looking as if he wanted to say something but couldn't, Holhaya was a little puzzled.

Did her words just now have that much destructive power?

It was just a few sarcastic remarks made by some petty "God of Sherag".

She stepped forward, waved her hand in front of Ernst, and received an incredibly complex look from him that even she couldn't understand.

"Don't make any noise, I'm thinking."

Generally speaking, behemoths are at the top of the food chain. They live for a very long time. Although theoretically they don't need to eat, they can absorb the so-called "essence of heaven and earth." Or, to be more extreme, they don't get hungry at all. However, the great god Yeragand has a precedent of eating. In fact, he is surprisingly good at cooking because he has to cook for Enya.

It doesn't seem too far-fetched that they ate some strange things in ancient times when even history had no records.

Although that's what he said, Ernst couldn't bring himself to say "Yelagand has eaten your ancestors" when he looked at Horhaya standing in front of him.

Don't worry, the feathered serpent back then looked like a flying snake. Why would I eat people!

Seemingly sensing what Ernst was thinking, Jeragand's voice rang out again, and he quickly explained.

It's worth mentioning that she used Holheim's voice.

It was probably to cover up the fact that she had accidentally spoken in Ya'er's voice again.

But for some reason, it seems even more hellish.

"Are you feeling unwell, Boss?"

Holhaya asked again with concern.

Ernst snapped out of his daze, ignoring the repeated assurances from Jeragund that he truly didn't eat people, and shook his head.

"Nothing, nothing, I was just thinking about some things."

He patted Holhaya on the shoulder:

"Don't worry about me, you should go back and get some rest. I'll be busy with the World Summit these next few days, so I'll have to keep an eye on things in Sherag."

Contrary to the reality that they are stigmatized for well-known reasons, secretaries actually hold a very high position within the system. As the group that has the most frequent contact with leaders and understands their thoughts best, secretaries often represent the leader's will. In some cases, secretaries even help leaders with things that leaders are hesitant to ask for.

In Sherag, although Horhaia was nominally demoted one rank, the fact that she was allowed to work in this cubicle showed that Ernst never intended to "discard" her.

A little stove, cough cough, Lavshini is life, Horhaya is still work.

Although Qivina and Hinterlea were growing up quickly, they were still not as mature as Horhaiya. Although Horhaiya didn't look much older than them, her temperament... well, Ernst, who had lived two lives, was quite good at judging people. Horhaiya, like himself, possessed knowledge beyond her years.

According to Lu herself, it was probably a benefit brought about by the feathered serpent clan's [four hundred years of heritage].

Holhaya smiled, but to Ernst's surprise, shook her head.

She walked past Ernst, made herself a cup of coffee at the office water dispenser, and answered while stirring:

"Thank you for your concern, Boss, but I really don't have that much time to waste."

Ernst walked up behind her, somewhat surprised:

"Is it really necessary to rush this? Let's find it together after we're done with these next few days, shall we?"

I also threw away those cookbooks that might be about how well-done the feathered serpent tastes.

But Horhaja's determination exceeded Ernst's expectations:

"Is necessary!"

"Boss, my time is very limited and cannot be wasted! Don't you know that?"

"Huh?" Ernst looked bewildered.

Now it was Horhaya's turn to be surprised: