People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ernst's lips twitched. He glanced at the other two films that were turned away, clearly unable to bear watching, and continued to deny it:

"I suppose not. But I forget what I dream about very quickly after I wake up, so it's hard to say for sure."

This time it's Ling's turn to be incredulous.

"Could it be that there really are people in the world who are completely unaware of each other, yet can sense each other?"

She looked Ernst up and down.

"You are not a representative of the Five-Six Silks or the Han: Year Beast."

Ernst finally couldn't help but wonder:

"What exactly is Miss Ling trying to say?"

"Weren't those poems you wrote for me?"

诗？

Ernst opened his mouth.

Ah, that's true.

Although it wasn't written by Ernst, it was indeed given to Chongyue and Nian and Xi by Ernst, who then told Ling.

Chongyue herself had said that she had a younger sister who was particularly interested in poetry and wine. If Ernst had talent in these areas, or could recruit such talent, it would surely pique her interest. That's why Ernst chose a line of poetry related to wine from his previous life.

It's like we hired one less person and spent one less salary.

In retrospect, it seems that some "wonderful misunderstanding" has been reached.

Ernst breathed a slight sigh of relief and nodded:

"The poem was indeed written for you."

“I have many more here. These are poems that I hope to include in the appendix of the third part of Ers—China, which I hope to publish in the future.”

“If Miss Ling would like, she can participate in the publication of this book. I can share these poems with you. It would be a kind of inheritance.”

Ernst never claimed these poems weren't his own, and even today, no one would believe him; it would only raise unnecessary questions. Rather than creating an air of concealment, as if he were hiding something, and inciting a series of unnecessary speculations, Ernst would have preferred to acknowledge these speculations himself and then reveal the true poet behind these verses through other means.

He will include these poems, along with their real poets, in the future publication of "Ers," so that more people will know about them and remember them.

This is not impossible. The most famous example is the famous quote from the protagonist Pavel Korchagin in the classic novel "How the Steel Was Tempered": "The most precious thing a person has is life, and each person has only one life. A person should live his life in such a way that when he looks back on his past, he will not regret wasting his years, nor be ashamed of having accomplished nothing. When he is about to die, he can say: 'I have dedicated my whole life and all my energy to the most magnificent cause in the world—the struggle for the liberation of all mankind.'"

People will remember that it was Pavel Korchagin who said it. Although it was Nikolai Alexeyevich Ostrovsky who wrote those words.

In the past, this task would have been somewhat troublesome, since he was not yet sure if his memory could support him for so long without forgetting these poems and poets' names—even though he had memorized them for over twenty years and still remembered them clearly.

But now, that worry is gone. He won't forget it.

This culture will continue to be passed down, through him and through "Ers".

As for why I chose to write about China.

Do you even need to ask why? There are countless reasons. But if I had to give one, it would simply be this:

He is Chinese.

To Ernst's surprise, he made this suggestion.

She had never read Ernst and didn't know what kind of book it was, but after a moment's thought, she immediately agreed to Ernst's suggestion.

As she said before, it would be a real waste and a real tragedy if such exquisite poems and songs could not be passed down and disseminated.

Although participating in the compilation of books doesn't quite fit her "persona" of being averse to worldly affairs, "the real intention is not in the book," and the so-called "persona" is nothing more than a shackle imposed on her by others.

She has been leisurely and refined, indifferent to fame and fortune for a thousand years, so people thought she was someone who regarded worldly fame and fortune as worthless. Little did they know that she simply hadn't yet found what she wanted to pursue. Once that thing appeared, no worldly perspective could stop her from living a carefree life.

I am not afraid of what others think, I would rather be myself!

These poems, and that mysterious "Eris" that can contain them, are what she wants to pursue now.

And

Ling lowered his head slightly, glancing at the wine gourd at his waist out of the corner of his eye.

The chess piece in the wine gourd, Second Brother Wang, I suppose he has similar thoughts to her now, right?

In the past, Jie Mei compiled books and widely disseminated knowledge, but in the end, she met a tragic end, her body and soul vanishing, returning to the world of the Sui beast. Although her compilation of books was merely a symptom, not the true cause of her death, it was ultimately what Jie Mei wanted to do and had always been doing.

She is now unable to finish it, but if someone can do what she couldn't, wouldn't that be a kind of consolation to her?

The people who created characters and wrote texts have passed away, but the sounds of reading and reciting scriptures in schools never cease.

"I, Wu Jiu Si San San Ling Zuo, accept this task!"

Ling raised his hand and bowed to Ernst.

Ernst raised an eyebrow slightly, and under Ling's somewhat surprised gaze, he straightened up and solemnly returned Ling's bow, his movements precise and his posture dignified.

Her lips parted slightly, and after a moment of surprise, a faint smile appeared on her face.

Sure enough, this person was very much to her liking.

Chapter 657 Morality: The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors; Merit and Fame: Xia, Shang, and Zhou Dynasties

He Ling's meeting did indeed remind Ernst of something.

Unbeknownst to him, he had not written anything for a long time, not even "The Chronicles of Erzley".

There are several reasons for this. First, Scherrag was already in a state of being both short of money and not short of money, so he really didn't need to raise funds to pay his employees' salaries by writing a book. Second, he was indeed very busy, devoting almost all his time to official duties, either inspecting and monitoring the progress of various domestic engineering projects or traveling abroad. It was really difficult for him to find free time to reflect, reminisce, and sketch out another world.

But this meeting with Trevor Friston and Precyth, these remnants of a bygone civilization, changed his mind somewhat.

If you don't remember or pass on some things, they may really just become a handful of yellow sand sinking to the bottom of time.

Ernst always believed that some things should be done at the right time, but in fact, sometimes, the best time to do something is always "to do it now".

The civilization of the past was as glorious as ever, leaving countless legacies on Terra. But it only lasted 30,000 years—no, not even 30,000 years. How many people on Terra today know about it? How many care about it?

Not to mention the "Earth civilization" that only existed in Ernst's mind and was known only to Ernst and a few others like Levy.

Ernst wasn't a scientist like Levy, unable to leave a mark on the world through invention and creation. He wasn't even a person anymore.

There wasn't much he could do, but leaving behind books was the most reliable and appropriate way.

Perhaps 30,000 years from now, when the Terrans find a few fragments of the Chronicles of Erzley in some corner of that ruin, they will also be able to learn about a civilization called "Earth" through it.

Ernst would be very happy with that.

Ernst was a man of action, and he was not one to procrastinate.

"Cough cough, Hinterlea, please call those four who just arrived in Shelag."

"Understood, boss!"

Hinterlea responded from outside the door.

Holhaya went to get medical treatment and I just got back. Lavshini hasn't had time to come to work yet, so I can only let Hinterlea take on the duties of secretary for now. Fortunately, she doesn't seem to have any objections and hasn't asked me for a raise.

As for the four people Ernst wanted to call, they were naturally the "special operations team" he had just brought back from Columbia.

They called themselves the "Rainbow Squad" and were affiliated with NATO. This background initially startled Ernst. After all, given his past life, it was impossible for him to have any goodwill towards an organization like NATO.

However, he soon came to terms with it.

Not to mention that NATO doesn't even exist in this world, and I've already become the founder of the Terra United Nations, what's there to be afraid of with a NATO squad?

Moreover, judging from the current situation, Ernst might even have trouble arranging a meeting between Levy and the Rainbow Squad. After all, at least the University of Tokyo hasn't publicly engaged in any conflict with NATO, but the Soviet Union is a different story.

Are you suggesting we make them fight?

That's impossible. Since we're here, everyone's identity is simple: humans, time travelers, not anthropomorphic beings, nothing more.

Mutual help is the way to survive. If they really want to do something, Ernst should dissuade them once, tolerate them twice, and if they still don't listen after three times, then he will have no choice but to reluctantly hand them back to the President.

As for what the President will do when he sees Ernst bring the man back, it's not hard to guess, but Ernst is a kind-hearted person, so let's not guess.

Fortunately, the Rainbow Team didn't have any malicious intentions. After Ernst explained the situation to them for the first time, they behaved very cooperatively.

A few minutes later, Hintleya opened the door, and the four members of Rainbow Team entered the room, lining up in a very disciplined manner in front of Ernst.

Ernst smiled helplessly; he understood the wariness in these people's hearts.

Unlike Levi, who found himself in the frontier region of Columbia after his transmigration, encountering a little girl who died from Oripathy, Levi struggled to survive for many days before being rescued by a mother and daughter named Zalak, allowing him to leave the frontier region and eventually reach Tremont. Therefore, to be honest, his impression of the orcs of Terra wasn't too bad.

But the members of Rainbow Team are different.

The information provided by the Tin People clearly stated that they were involved in the conflict between the Sargon chieftains and even directly killed one of them, resulting in all of them being wanted by the local authorities and forced to hide until they were finally found by the Melander Foundation and brought back to Colombia.

This journey wasn't exactly easy and enjoyable, nor was it a chance to experience the true goodness and beauty of humanity. At the very least, it was full of ups and downs, and we experienced the falsehood, evil, and ugliness of the world.

Expecting them to have a high degree of trust in the Terran orcs is indeed asking the impossible. Even if Ernst revealed his identity, from a conspiracy theory perspective, they could easily believe that Ernst tortured and killed a human before setting a trap, right?

Although it's really unnecessary.

Ernst didn't dislike this basic wariness, as long as it didn't interfere with the subsequent communication.

He took down several of Ers's books that were already in print from the bookshelf in the room.

The four ancient civilizations and the legend of King Arthur were laid out before them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think you should be familiar with the covers and contents of these two books, right?"

Ash frowned slightly, then looked at Ernst with a puzzled expression before slowly nodding.

Ernst smiled:

"There is no Six Ears here, so I have no need to hide it from you all any longer. You are wary of me, and I am wary of you all. You suspect me because of my appearance, while I suspect you all because of your identities."

"I am Chinese."

Upon hearing Ernst's words, the members of Rainbow Team were visibly taken aback. They exchanged glances, and finally all turned their gazes to Tina—[Frostflower].

She is a Chinese-Canadian born in Vancouver.

The meaning behind that gaze was clear: to make [Shuanghua] ask a question that only a Chinese person could answer.

This aligns with Ernst's thinking, which is quite humorous, somewhat reminiscent of the online forum post "How to tell if someone is a casual gamer by a single sentence."

Shuanghua remained silent for a moment, but neither declined nor backed down. Instead, she stepped forward and asked:

Is General Tso's Chicken an authentic Chinese dish?

Ernst was a little disappointed.

He thought Shuanghua would ask "how are you?", which would allow Ernst to trigger a combo attack.

It can also stir up some of the President's sensitive feelings. Although the President isn't here.

However, this question is quite representative, comparable to asking Sichuan people if they like to eat Japanese strawberry Mapo Tofu, or Guangxi people if they like to dip snail rice noodles in yogurt.

"Of course not, absolutely not! It's like putting pizza on top of a pineapple!"

Ernst vehemently denied it.

Shuanghua paused for a moment, then nodded to the ashes.

She hadn't completely given this question to mind; her task planning is very meticulous, and she applies this same caution to her daily life. She once shared with her team members her parents' recent wedding anniversary party, describing in detail the ten dishes of a traditional Chinese banquet. Many even felt that she could recreate that dinner from memory.

At the time, she was puzzled as to why there was no General Tso's Chicken at the banquet. She was then criticized: "That's not Chinese food at all!"

This is a secret that only respectable Chinese people would know, at least that's what she thinks.

She had considered greetings like "how are you?", but if the conspiracy theory came true, Ernst might ask, "If I were to pretend to be Chinese, how would I respond to such greetings?" and prepare accordingly.

Then this problem becomes less concealed.

Conversely, if Ernst had asked a respectable Chinese person, even if he had asked "What do you like to eat?", that person would not have said "General Tso's Chicken." Because that's a dish that doesn't exist.

There are details and strategic maneuvering involved, but ultimately, the details reveal the true nature of the matter.

Having received Frostflower's nod, Ash finally breathed a sigh of relief and extended her hand to the snow leopard, who looked considerably younger than her:

"Sorry for doubting you, Rainbow Squad. Elisa Cohen is the temporary leader of this squad. I don't know why I suddenly ended up in this strange world. It's so good to see my fellow countrymen."

Ernst returned the handshake.

The hand holding the gun and the hand holding the pen are clasped together, as are the hands of a human and a Terran body. In reality, there isn't that much difference.

After all, to put it another way, Originium shaped the Terrans, so the entire Terran is related to them and to humanity.

"Is there any way for us to get back?"

Ash asked.

Ernst pursed his lips and shook his head: