People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Didn't the Tin Man tell you when he pushed me to you?"

"The life of the feathered serpent clan, and my life, can only last up to 42 years old."

Chapter 586 The Shapeshifter: Take a look if you want, or get lost!

I smell the stench of the lifespan theory.

The power of love is limitless! (Marisa face)

just kidding.

Ernst didn't sleep very well last night.

To be fair, this was the first time he had faced the question of "life expectancy" since arriving in Terra.

Although I'd often heard others talk about the lifespan of Terrans, like the Sarkaz, who are theoretically expected to live for hundreds or even thousands of years—while few actually reach that age—there's a clear upper limit. If they were made into game characters, they'd be diode-like characters with a very high ceiling and a very low floor. Meanwhile, ordinary races like the Felin, Liberi, and Lupo, without special methods, are limited to around a hundred years old. But hearing about it is just hearing; I don't really have a deep understanding of it personally.

But now, hearing Holhaya say with his own voice, "Your capable, older, beautiful secretary will only live to 42!" This cold truth still gave him quite a shock!

The Horhaia are the Protoss, a race with mythological elements, much like the Pegasus of Manna and the Drak of Raphsini. Although modern Terran racial studies suggest that the Protoss' power declined to a point during the Crystallized Age, and aside from having a greater talent for Originium Arts and better physical abilities, they are not significantly different from ordinary ancestors, in reality, differences still exist.

For example, lifespan.

It is common knowledge that people of the gods live longer.

Why did Horhaya only live to be 42?

Holheimer did not answer Ernst's question directly, but only said, "This is the price to pay for acquiring knowledge."

But Ernst could guess some of it.

His insights, far beyond his years, came from the soul of a time traveler, from a rebirth after death. And what about Horhaiya?

She wasn't much older than Vina or Lavshini, so where did she get all that knowledge from?

The reason for this is probably the "price" she mentioned.

Moreover, this price must be related to the "feathered serpent" she has always pursued.

Just because Holhaya didn't say anything doesn't mean Ernst wouldn't investigate. Her mention of the "Tin Man" in her surprise suggests she knows the truth.

Ernst wasn't very familiar with the Melander Foundation agent, who dressed like a British gentleman, smoked with deadly intensity, and ate hot dogs in a distinctly American style. However, as Horhaia's former superior and someone with the power to push the resurrected Balrog onto Sherag, his position in Columbia was certainly not low. In other words, finding him wouldn't actually be difficult.

After all, Colombia is a large country, and finding an insignificant person might be difficult. But with Vice President Wilson's help, finding a distinctively eccentric man who is likely in a high position is a piece of cake.

Once we find him and uncover the truth that Horhaiya is hiding, if he is sick, we will treat him; if he needs magic, we will invite a magic master; whatever it may be, whether it's unorthodox methods or mystical remedies, Ernst will arrange it all as long as it can cure Horhaiya!

Well, he has to admit, he was indeed a little panicked.

He died at work at the age of 42, not even old enough to retire. It would be considered a work-related injury, which would be detrimental to the reputation of the Shelag government, his personal reputation, and his conscience.

He wasn't prepared to send off his capable secretary so soon, not to mention the additional burden of paying a sum of money that no one could claim!

They must be saved, no matter what it takes, even if it means asking Kal'tsit.

If there's really no other way in this era, even if it means asking the great god Yeragand to freeze Horhyahia a few years later, freezing her to an era where she can be saved, we must save her.

This was something he had already decided; he truly had to go to Colombia.

"Mr. Ernst, you seem a little unsettled. What's wrong?"

Nasti's voice rang in her ears, and the banshee's face showed undisguised worry.

"If I'm not feeling well, I can conduct today's discussion by myself."

Today is the discussion period for the World Games Summit, which will focus on several hot topics in Terra, such as the host city for the next World Games, the situation of many countries including Shelag, the Saakaz refugees gathered abroad, the Saakaz extremist problem in Lentinium, and naturally, a detailed discussion of the S/1095/1 document proposed by Ernst.

The proposal has been passed, but there are still many details to be discussed, the most crucial being the founding location of the Sarkaz.

In the appendix to his proposal, Ernst submitted a simplified version of Nasti's report, namely the concept of the "Floating City of Kazdelnia," which many Terran officials were interested in. Or rather, they were very interested in how Nasti could make a city fly into the sky.

Nastya was a scientist, so of course she could give reports, but those reports were just like the one Ernst received when he first returned to Sherrag—full of incomprehensible technical jargon and overly complex design diagrams. Only great scientists like Kristen or Seria could understand them.

For someone like Ernst, who loves science but whose passion remains just that, the only feeling after reading this is probably, "He was born of a mother."

This is clearly not conducive to allowing the political leaders of the various countries of Qitella to easily and directly understand the spirit of the document report.

That's why Ernst came along.

He was there to act as a translator, to try to make the translation as concise as possible, and to help Nastya answer some of the questions that the "scientists" might find difficult to understand, questions that could be traps.

Today's main character is Nastie, but Ernst is also indispensable.

Ernst shook his head slightly, clearing his mind of the thoughts.

"No, it's okay."

This was both an answer to Nasti and a way to calm herself down.

Panic is useless. At least from the current situation, Horhaya is still in good health, and the age of 42 is not too early. In the environment of Sherag, she will not be in any danger for the time being.

Distinguish between primary and secondary issues; right now, we must first handle the World Summit issue well.

"Let's go up on stage."

Ernst stood up and was about to walk toward the podium when Nastia grabbed his hand.

"what happened?"

He turned around and met Nastie's gaze.

The succubus pursed her lips, remained silent for a moment, and still did not ask what had happened or whether she could help.

Since Ernst didn't want to talk and gave that expression, it probably wasn't something pleasant. Today was her and Ernst's day, so it was best not to make the atmosphere too tense.

"It's okay, just wait a moment."

Nasty released her grip, took out a bone pen from her bag, and wrote a spell in front of Ernst.

"What is this?" Ernst asked curiously.

Nasti shrugged: "A voice-raising spell."

She put away the bone pen and explained:

“You’re in a bad mood. I’m not a mind demon, so I can’t read your mind and tell what’s going on, but with this, you don’t have to force yourself to speak loudly.”

Ernst paused slightly, smiled, nodded, and sincerely thanked him.

"Thank you."

There are many people around him who can offer help, so he really doesn't need to be so conflicted and worried. Even cancer, often considered a terminal illness, has a significant chance of being cured if detected early, let alone death, which is still many years away.

Even the incurable disease of this world—Oripathy—isn't actually that terrible, is it? Enshia received treatment and is still able to jump around, climb mountains, and is stronger than me. Nine out of ten Sarkaz have Oripathy.

What's truly terrifying is human anxiety, and the fear, hostility, and prejudice that arise from that anxiety. These things, when accumulated, become the truly intractable disease.

He's the one who's attached to appearances.

Taking a deep breath and regaining his composure, Ernst nodded to Nast.

"let's go."

Nasti smiled faintly again and nodded: "Let's go."

Victoria, Londinium, Iron Palace, Temporary Council Chamber of the Kazdel Military Council.

Another person has joined the live stream; this time it's Manfred.

The shapeshifter remained diligent, his transformation into Nasti so perfect that every detail was flawless, leaving no room for doubt. And at this very moment, he... or rather, she, raised her hand and loudly proclaimed to the assembled shapeshifters and faceless beings below the stage:

"This is what we're going to show you today!"

"I will name it the [Gravity Defiance Mechanism]!"

"It will become the cornerstone for Kazdelnia, Kordakaz (Sarkaz: New Homeland) to take to the skies!"

"that?"

Manfred raised his hand, looking at the empty palm of the Shapeshifter Nasti.

"What about the gravity-defying mechanism?"

The expression on Nasti's face fell, and she looked at Manfred with a slightly speechless expression.

“We’re just imitating. We’re not Nasti. We don’t understand that stuff, and we can’t understand those reports.”

“But at least what does it look like?” Manfred was about to speak when he was rudely interrupted by the shapeshifter.

"Noisy!"

"We can't get close to the podium. That thing is all complex mechanical structures; how can we possibly understand what it looks like?"

"We think you're making things difficult for us!"

Nasti, the shapeshifter, pouted, revealing anger, but judging from her face, it was more of a spoiled and willful expression—an expression she rarely showed. She coldly rebuked him:

"Take a look if you want, otherwise get lost!"

P.S.: Guys, I've noticed something's wrong. The comments on my book keep disappearing inexplicably, and I have no idea what's happening. Maybe you guys deleted them yourselves?

And guys, try not to talk about domestic issues when discussing this. If you have something to complain about, I suggest you complain about Da Yan. The editor reminded me of this last time. Thank you all.

Chapter 587 Gravity Defiance Mechanism Non-Proliferation Treaty

As everyone knows, Terra is a place fraught with danger.

Living here, you will face dangers including but not limited to:

"A natural disaster with extremely destructive power and environmental pollution effects!"

"Sarkaz thugs who want to rob and kill, refreshing anytime, anywhere!"

"An infected human bomb lurking next to you, who could explode at any moment!"

"A magical creature that will suddenly tell you that I have prepared a surprise for you, but I don't know what happened!"

"In reality, he's Hakimi, who has lived for tens of thousands of years and has instigated wars and wiped out tribes. He might even have nine lives, but he's very good at disguising himself and often makes 'ho ho' noises!"

What? There are too many adjectives before this, I can't see them clearly?

No Wu Qilu! *誀玥费羣$: It's related; some people might take it personally.

Besides these, there are many, many more.

But Ernst personally thinks that the most terrifying of all is "the person with maximum gravity who will add 'okay?' to the question asking you to make a choice in an extremely gentle tone."

These people are as terrifying as black holes; even light cannot escape once it enters their influence!

Once it's under our control, how can we escape?

Therefore, Ernst was impressed when he heard Nastie announce the name of her new invention.

【Gravity Defiance Mechanism】, what a magnificent name, what a lofty ambition, what a grand spirit!

To be able to choose such a name and make such a grand vow, that person must have a great determination and perseverance to conquer gravity and insult black holes!

Oh, you mean not that gravity?

Ernst didn't specify which gravity it was.

This is the art of speaking. A single sentence can be interpreted in completely different ways depending on your perspective. But Ding Zhen went to hell, and Ding Zhen did not go to hell. Language is amazing, isn't it?

Even if it's not Chinese, which can express emotions in dozens or hundreds of ways, there are still quite a few words in Victorian, as Nasti speaks, whose original meanings are completely different from the original words.

For example, sweetbaby at first glance should mean sweetheart baby, but it actually means poop.

However, regardless of the circumstances, the Gravity Defiance Mechanism, as Nasti's invention that laid the foundation for the floating city of Kazdelnia, was indeed enough to shake an era.

Don't say things like it's a pity Terra didn't get a Nobel Prize. With Nasti's inventions, she could easily have funded her own Nasti Prize in this field.

Unfortunately, she really didn't have that in mind, and she really didn't feel like she had any money right now.

To build the floating city of Kazdel, we need to research and develop gravity-defying mechanisms and experiment with various energy sources to ensure the long-term operation of the floating city. All of these things cost money.

Ernst couldn't just give the money directly, since it was Kazdel's business. If he made the payment directly in Sherag's name, it would be against the rules and wouldn't be in line with the original intention of "Kazdel's independence."

Moreover, Ernst is not exactly wealthy. The construction of the new city of Ulanyburg and the hosting of the World Summit are also considerable expenses. There are also various places in the country that need money. Even if they lend money to Kazdel, they can't lend out much.

The best approach is to hold a global fundraising event and have the Sarkaz contribute some of their own funds.

Although ordinary Sarkaz are poor, the royal Sarkaz don't look like poor people at all. Even setting aside the Cyclopes who are so poor that they look at Amar with bared teeth in Sami, people like the Banshee Clan and the Lich Clan, would they be poor?

Ernst is completely untrustworthy.

Many hands make light work, and lots of effort makes a big difference.

Moreover, Ernst also had some "insider information"—Latland Pope Ivangelista XI seemed to be interested in spearheading the establishment of an international bank.