People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Mark Max did not attend; he does not participate in such banquets, which has become a kind of custom in Colombian politics and is also used as propaganda material to portray the President as honest and upright.

However, in reality, there would be no point in him coming in his horned, feathered beast form. He might even have to worry about someone drunk accidentally stepping on him, so he simply decided not to come.

The party was hosted by Wilson, and the guests were all celebrities from all walks of life in Colombia. Ernst didn't know any of them, but that didn't stop them from toasting Ernst very enthusiastically, or offering him a toast together for various reasons.

Drinking culture exists in every country, it's just in a different form.

After shaking off Wilson, Ernst began searching for the shrew on the field.

The distinctive-looking Agent Melander stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a wine glass in one hand, but instead of a cigar, he held a pipe in the other.

Because of his imposing appearance, not many people came to see him.

Normal people wouldn't bother to greet an unpopular secret agent who might find out about them at any time.

Seemingly noticing Ernst's gaze, he turned around, waved to Ernst who was surrounded in the crowd again, and, as if anticipating something, took out a board from his pocket and held it up towards Ernst.

It read, "It's okay, I'll wait for you."

How humorous, Mr. Tin Man. Did you know this would happen, so you prepared the sign in advance?

The problem is, why didn't you just find me sooner?

Ernst sighed.

Suddenly, Horhaia, who had been teasing its tail, tightened its tail. In pain, it couldn't help but turn its head to look at Horhaia.

Holhaya's gaze was turned in surprise in one direction. But when Ernst looked in that direction, he saw nothing.

"What are you looking at?"

"nothing."

Holhaya withdrew her gaze and shook her head slightly.

She thought she saw Christensen, but the evening gown she was wearing didn't seem like something Christensen would wear.

Besides, she's known for rarely participating in these kinds of events.

After all, the fact that she could go to the balcony to enjoy the cold wind and stargaze at the celebratory dinner made it impossible for anyone to understand her personality. If she attended just one of these social events, Ms. Yara's year-long social efforts for Rhine Life would be ruined!

"Boss, do you need me to help you get there?"

Holhaya whispered in Ernst's ear. But Ernst shook his head.

"No, never mind."

"These people are all here for me. What if we have the chance to close a deal or two?"

Seven Ernst is not Mark Max.

Although the tumor did indeed originate from another world, Ernst never viewed the Terra civilization from a higher, more critical perspective, like Mark Max did.

Now that he has transmigrated and lived as Ernst Shivaesh for twenty-two years, with family and friends here, Ernst doesn't mind considering himself one of them.

Because the care, attention, and love he received—the things that have sustained him to this day and enabled him to achieve something—are not fake.

Therefore, he wasn't so "indifferent".

This applies to both rescuing Horhyah and seeking opportunities for the development of Sherag.

He didn't want to let go of any opportunity.

Ernst looked up and glanced at the clock in the room.

It's only 6:30 pm now.

"Holhaya, stay by my side, there's still a long night ahead."

Under the lamplight, Holhaia's smile held a hazy charm. She raised her glass and clinked it against Ernst's. Amidst the crisp clinking, her melodious voice rang out:

"Yes, sir!"

Not far away, the tin man by the window witnessed all of this, took a puff of his pipe with a sigh, and this time, unusually, he exhaled smoke:

"I thought you were joking, Holhaia."

"It seems you really want to live."

The smoke rose slowly into the air, forming the shape of a kind smile.

Chapter 619 Tin Man: Young People Like Contrast

There are some things that the Tin People do not believe Horhaiya is unaware of.

Perhaps there are some secrets about Colombia, such as those concerning the Grand President, which Horhaeya, given her position, might not know. But life is a personal matter, and since Horhaeya knew she could only live to 42, there's no reason she wouldn't know why.

This isn't some clichéd romance novel; the female protagonist has a mysterious past life. This past is so mysterious that even she herself doesn't know it. Or perhaps she lost some important memory and has been on a journey to find her past since birth.

That's impossible. If Horhyah had such a background, the Tin Man wouldn't have let her join the Melander Foundation Historical Society, let alone let her enter the core and become a senior agent.

Because, despite his appearance that could drive cyborgs wild with excitement, beneath that skin, like the Balrog he sent to Sherag, lies a pure Sarkaz lurking in Columbia! Moreover, he is a highly respected Elder of the Dead, the Sarkaz, and indeed the race on the entire land, that values ​​the past, history, and memory the most.

Of course, his recollection of memories, of the past, of history, would not affect his expectations for the future. This is why he was able to persuade the primate, who was willing to sacrifice the lives of his own people to burn the furnace of Kazdel—he always believed in the possibilities of the future and maintained boundless enthusiasm and close attention to the development of the Terrans in all aspects.

His mind was so clear that he could even verbally spar with an angry soul. It was precisely this thirst for knowledge that allowed him to learn about many secrets not limited to the Sarkaz.

This naturally includes Horhaia and the feathered serpent species she represents.

The Tin Man, of course, knew about Horhya's background and the reason for her short life. The Melander Historical Society was not some small organization like the Sherag government; they had ample funds and resources, and they never recruited university students, conducting thorough background checks. He also knew that Horhya was aware of her own lifespan problem, and that she herself knew she knew about her lifespan problem.

But she still chose to keep this secret.

At first, Tin Man thought she didn't want to live. After all, anyone who's been to Kjerag knows how cold, poor, and backward it is. You might think that a direct-hire civil service job means a life of luxury and luxury, but in reality, you'd mostly be a beast of burden, half-dead. Two years ago, Tin Man couldn't have imagined Kjerag would become like this—the foundation wouldn't even bother sending an agent there!

Wherever Horhaya was thrown, it was as if she had been completely dismissed from her post and exiled to the frontier for committing a crime in the Flame Demon incident. It's understandable that she would want to die.

However, now it seems to the Tin Man that Horhaya is a little too eager to live.

"Oh, are you blushing?"

Holding his wine glass, he raised it in a toast towards Horhaya, and the tin man joked.

Ernst, who finally squeezed next to the Tin Man, sighed. He didn't know if Horhaia blushed or not, but he definitely did.

Ernst hadn't drunk this much in a long time. Although Holhaya was trying to stop him from drinking, he was still a little tipsy.

In the past, he probably wouldn't have cared too much. He would have simply left before his head went completely sober, then drunk some hangover soup, induced vomiting, and endured the headache the next morning. But today he had important business to attend to, so he had to politely decline the "kind offer" from the person who was about to come up and toast him. He shook his head at the tin man and said self-deprecatingly:

"Please don't laugh at me. My health isn't as good as you think. You might see me in some restroom in a little while."

Qi was telling the truth. People's physical constitutions cannot be compared. Horhaiya is a feathered serpent, a divine being, while he is just an ordinary filament. The difference is obvious. She can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but he doesn't have that ability.

Someone asked, "Then why can your brother drink so much, but you can't?" Isn't he also a filmmaker?

Ernst suggests you ask Xi about that tumor. She's the one who single-handedly balanced the physical differences between humans and giant beasts. You can ask her how she did it. Go ahead and ask her; who can out-ask you?

Ernst didn't mince words and got straight to the point:

"While I'm still lucid, Mr. Tin Man, let's get down to business. I have a question for you about Horhaia."

He pointed to the feathered serpent behind him. Holhaia turned her head away, becoming mute and deaf for a moment, but her tail remained wrapped around Ernst's tail.

The Tin Man watched this scene with great interest.

The church is truly a strange sight.

Liu Xiren felt that even if he offered her a price to return to her original job at the Melander Foundation, or even a private office in Columbia, he still couldn't bring her back.

She had clearly found something more valuable.

However, the tin man did not expect to see such a rare thing as "restraint" in Horhaya.

He had witnessed Vice President Wilson arranging Ernst's "nighttime entertainment," and he had also noticed Holheimer's performance in it.

Judging from the energy she displayed at the time, she must have teased the snow leopard quite a bit in her daily life.

"So this kind of personality really exists? They speak without thinking, like to get physical, and make ambiguous insinuations, but when it comes to their own true situation, they become spineless and innocent, unlike a Colombian?"

The tin man muttered to himself. Then, he nodded matter-of-factly.

"Of course, Mr. Ernst is the President's guest and a friend that Melander values, so naturally he is also my friend. As long as it does not violate my principles, I will tell you everything I know without reservation."

"I also have quite a bit of information about Holhaia. Her height is 171cm. Discussing a lady's weight is ungentlemanly, so I'll keep it a secret for now. I believe Mr. Ernst can experience it in practice. As for her three-dimensional data..."

"Cough cough!"

Two sharp coughs interrupted the man from Xi's speech.

Surprisingly, it wasn't Ernst coughing, but Horhajya.

The Tin Man was truly shocked.

Is she really that innocent and shy?

As for Ernst, he was more speechless.

A height of 171cm is considered normal for a girl, even above average (at least among the Terrans Ernst has met). Ernst understands the weight being kept secret, but frankly, there was absolutely no need to add that last sentence.

Furthermore, why is it a gentleman's requirement to keep a lady's weight confidential, but not measurements like body shape? Shouldn't those be even more private?

Seeing that the Tin Man was interrupted by Hall 9 Haiya, 4 Ernst 0 quickly took over the conversation: →-

"What I want to ask is about Horhaya's health."

"Where is it sensitive? I'm afraid I don't know—"

"Why did she only live to be 42?"

Ernst said seriously,

“Mr. Tin Man, avoiding the important issues will only increase the cost of our communication. If you truly consider me a friend, then please don’t evade this question.”

The tin man was silent for a moment, then took another drag of his cigarette.

"But shouldn't Horhaia tell you this kind of thing?"

"She will have plenty of time to tell me about her past in the future, and what I want to guarantee is that she has a future! So, whatever you know, please tell me!"

A very stern tone.

The Tin Man was surprised for the second time tonight.

The previous time was because of Horhaiya's surprisingly innocent nature.

This time, it was because of Ernst's equally contrasting domineering nature.

"I didn't realize you were so determined."

Ernst realized that his tone had been a bit harsh, which was clearly not the proper attitude for asking questions or negotiating.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and said seriously:

"Sorry, I had a few drinks and I'm a little tipsy. Please forgive me."

“If Mr. Tin Man knows anything, we can do this deal according to Colombian custom: you name your price, I'll pay you.”

"Do not."

The tin man shook his head and placed the wine glass on the windowsill.

Ernst frowned: "You can think about it some more."

"No need to consider it, Prime Minister Ernst. I would be happy to tell you."

The tin man exhaled a smoke ring he had been holding for who knows how long; the smoke formed a soft, smiling face.

"I've already said, you're my friend. This isn't just polite talk."

“I have seen everything you have done for the Sarkaz and for Kazdel. How could I possibly make things difficult for you? If I did, my own people would condemn me and I would be thrown into the Soul Forge to be burned for a thousand years to atone for my sins.”

Ernst was slightly taken aback, looking at the tall mechanical body in front of him with surprise.

The red light in the Tin Man's eyes shone even brighter, and upon closer inspection, it looked like two burning flames.

He didn't say it explicitly, but the words "compatriots," "burning soul furnace," and "Sarkaz" and "Kazdel" already indicated his identity.

"Are you a dead soul?"

The tin man nodded slightly.

"If I have the chance in the future, I would like to visit that floating city again."

There was a hint of a smile in his voice.

"I don't want to be captured by liches the moment I set foot in that city, and then tortured in every way imaginable by balora and banshees. So, consider it a favor, Mr. Ernst, and this deal will be paid for with my future ticket to Kazdelnia, how about that?"

“Every Sarkaz can enter Kazdel after being approved; it is not a tourist attraction and does not require an entrance fee.”