People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ernst glanced at the mark on his hand and realized he probably couldn't understand it.

The Witch King is not bad as he is now. He can follow me openly and honestly without affecting his intelligence. Moreover, he has lost the influence of the Originium. I am not a consumable like the Infected who cannot cast spells, so the threat has been reduced a lot!

It's no exaggeration to say that the Witch King is now just a rather clever little lamb! Not much different from the "Lord of the Sheep" that Ernst saw at the International Music Festival not long ago.

Perhaps it also has weaknesses.

Why don't we just give him to Helinmat?

Seeing that Ernst was deep in thought and had no intention of speaking up, Otto the sheep was slightly taken aback, let out a soft "baa," and then took a half step back in fear.

He didn't know why, but looking at the smile on Ernst's lips, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

No, buddy?

“Lord Otto,” Ernst called out, bowing his head. The Witch King shuddered, his legs trembling, and he almost ran away, but Ernst reached out and grabbed his leg. “Do you remember the agreement we reached before?”

Ernst wanted to talk to Precyth, and incidentally bring up the Witch King as well; it wouldn't actually take much effort. But Ernst certainly wouldn't say that.

How could the opportunity to meet the Creator be so easily obtained? Ernst must have "thought deeply," "engaged in a fierce internal struggle," and finally "made this difficult decision."

As for the Witch King, he naturally had to pay a "high price" in this process.

But to be honest, Ernst didn't ask much of this dead old goat.

He couldn't learn Originium Arts; the title of the first Originium Mage on the Witch King's Land was worthless to him; Ernst wasn't a Letanian nobleman, nor a remnant of the Witch King's faction, so the banner of resisting the Witch King was useless to him. Therefore, in the end, Ernst and the Witch King reached an agreement that left the Witch King somewhat bewildered.

Ernst asked the Witch King to help Helenemat.

Ivignad didn't seem like a ruler at all; Ernst had seen her quick shifting of blame and grabbing food on many occasions.

Herlinmat may not be a good sheep either, but compared to Ivignad, Ernst's opinion of her is slightly higher.

After all, Lin really did step up when something happened.

Ernst didn't care about the Witch King's governing ability—whether he was a wise ruler or a tyrant—but Letania couldn't continue in chaos. A single leader, a single voice, a single empire—that was the inevitable trend. Therefore, from Ernst's perspective, a leader willing to take responsibility was superior to a slippery old fox. As one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, a nation can afford to lose face, but it can't continue to lose face; it can be irresponsible, but it can't continue to be irresponsible!

The Seven Witch Kings agreed.

Sulfur was of no importance to him, since he wasn't the one in charge anyway, and he had no interest in going back to rule a country, as it wouldn't benefit his research on Originium and magic.

He's no longer at a level where he can continue to climb by simply accumulating human lives as material; what he lacks is a gap in his understanding!

If it were merely a matter of offering a few words of advice to Helemat as a staff member, the Witch King would feel awkward—after all, Helemat was the rebel leader who had killed him and seized the Bird Throne—but he could tolerate it.

What Ernst really needed to worry about was how to persuade Helenemat to accept the Witch King's help.

Now, Otto the Sheep, listen to me, you're no longer the Witch King, you're now a catgirl or a pet sheep~

The Witch King was so clever that he understood Ernst's intentions as soon as he opened his mouth.

To be fair, it is indeed shameful to do this. He was, after all, the old emperor of Letania, the desolate emperor who sat alone on the magical toilet of the warp and suppressed evil for more than ten years. But now he can't even say his name and can't even look like a human being. This is too insulting.

Oh, I'm not human anymore either.

That's fine.

"Mwah~! Meow! Meow meow!"

Otto the lamb bleated several times and then pointed with his hoof at Ernst's mouth and himself.

Ernst understood this time.

A sheep that can only bleat can't really help Helimat; at least it should be able to talk, right?

Ernst glanced at Priscilla and was about to speak when Priscilla nodded at him.

"Huh? Cough cough, huh? I can talk now?"

The Witch King's voice rang out, tinged with disbelief.

Just that one sentence? No, Ernst didn't even say a word, yet Precys understood what he was thinking and easily completed yet another "spell" that was unbelievable in the eyes of the Witch King.

Is granting living beings the ability to speak also one of the functions of Originium?

He had thought that his research on Originium was at least three or four tenths as deep as possible, if not half as profound as he had with this small stone. But now it seemed he had been too arrogant.

One-tenth? One-hundredth? One-thousandth?

Every move Precys made was beyond the Witch King's expectations. He boasted that he would teach the Creator a lesson, but now the Creator had actually seen through his abilities to some extent.

The sheep's face showed no sign of embarrassment, but the witch king's turning his head away and his silence about the change revealed his fluctuating emotions.

But Ernst didn't have time to wait for the Wizard King to adjust his mindset; he asked again:

"Is this okay?"

"Forget about my magic. You wouldn't trust me with that."

If the Witch King were to regain his magical powers, it wouldn't be like giving Helena a strategist; it would be like planting a time bomb in Letania.

After all, while the Witch King's level was completely insignificant compared to Precyth, one of the Twin Queens certainly couldn't defeat him in a one-on-one fight.

Joining forces might have amazing effects, but can the two of them really work together?

This requires more than just Helena's efforts. No matter how kind she is, if the man is in love but the woman is not, and Ivigna is determined to do something, no one can stop her.

"I have only one request."

The Way of the Witch King

"Five years, no, ten years later, I want to see the Creator again."

"You know this reason is unreasonable."

Precys did not answer, so Ernst spoke first.

"I have no right to negotiate terms. If I feel it's okay for you to see me, then you can see me. If I feel it's not okay, then even a hundred years from now, it's impossible."

Precys glanced at Ernst, a glint of something unusual in his eyes.

She could tell that Ernst's words actually left a lot of room for maneuver; "I think" was clearly more flexible than a specific time.

Perhaps tomorrow, the Witch King will be able to convince Ernst that he can meet him.

But she neither stopped her nor exposed her.

She was pleased to see Ernst take a tougher stance against these small animals.

That's how it should be. You're never alone, and you don't have to worry about troubling anyone.

Be firm, don't exhaust yourself.

Moreover, although she didn't tell Ernst, given Ernst's reputation and status on this planet, he would likely find out soon.

With a cannon shot fired from The Shard, Precys believed Ernst would come.

They will meet again in another place soon.

Chapter 807 Develop, Sherag!

Return to Shelag.

The idea of ​​returning to one's roots is a unique sentiment among Chinese people. Although Ernst cannot yet be considered a fallen leaf, returning to Kjerag is still a comfort to him.

If you had to use a metaphor to describe his feelings, it would probably be, "The city is full of tricks, I want to go back to the countryside."

Sherag had many people and things he cared about. When he was away from home, he was most concerned about Sherag's affairs, but he also least wanted to hear news about Sherag.

If only the snowy landscape could remain peaceful and stable forever, it would be wonderful. Unfortunately, the development of the times, and the various measures taken to seek a better ecological niche under the development of the times, are destined not to bring back the tranquility that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

This is what it means to experience a once-in-a-century upheaval.

After saying goodbye to Enciodes and Enya, Ernst returned to the government office building and pushed open the door to his long-unused office.

Inside, everything was as it had always been: the desk, the chair, the leather sofa and coffee table, and the small work cubicle in Holheimer's that was often used for short meetings.

Everything was spotless, clearly someone kept it clean regularly. Even so, standing at the doorway, Ernst still felt a sense of emptiness.

Lavshini, who often lurked in the corner with her laptop and pretended to be a little stove, was not there. Holhaya, who would come from time to time to help her with desensitization training, was not there. Defien, who would occasionally come to visit, and Mandra, who would serve tea and water, were also not there.

With a slight sigh, Ernst took a step back and did not enter the office.

Hintra asked, somewhat puzzled:

"Is something wrong in the office, boss?"

"No."

Ernst shook his head without offering an explanation. Because explaining it might seem a bit pretentious.

Having not seen each other for a long time, he was more inclined to go and see what the others were doing.

"Hinterlea, where is Vina?"

"At the World Summit, she was attending a short meeting about Leopold, the Elector of Letania."

Hintraya explained.

Vina really wanted to welcome Ernst as soon as possible, but Ernst wasn't there, so she was the only one who could attend these meetings.

"Leopold's question about his trial?"

Ernst asked one more question. Back in Letania, Elector Leopold, a member of the "Witch King's remnant," was ousted because of the Horn of Origin.

He hadn't actually done anything wrong; in fact, you could say he did a pretty good job. The concert by Trintermere ran into problems, but the branch venue he and Elector Störön organized was perfectly fine. He was caught simply because he ran into trouble.

But there's nothing we can do about it; after all, he really is a "remnant of the Witch King."

He could be considered to have sacrificed himself for the country. On the bright side, if he hadn't been pushed out to take the blame this time, but instead followed Ernst's original plan, he would have been dragged out as a sacrifice after Helena's authority was established. In that case, it wouldn't just be his problem; the entire Leopold family would have suffered as a result, used to establish the new empress's authority.

Helenemart was that kind of person; even though Ernst didn't mention it twice, it's basically common knowledge. 5?

Now, at least his descendants can inherit the title, even though the background of these descendants may not necessarily align with Elector Leopold's original intentions.

The noble families are full of other nobles, including the Empress's pawns. Elector Leopold will have to go through the same thing that Elector Shi Tongling went through.

But unexpectedly, Hintelia shook her head:

"No, it was a proposal he put forward before. It was called the 'Science and Technology Sharing Agreement'."

Hintraya shrugged, looking rather odd.

"Boss, this guy is such a hypocrite. He's causing trouble everywhere as a remnant of the Witch King, but he wants the whole world to share his technology."

Ernst fell silent for a moment, then smiled with relief:

"This agreement is a good thing, but it probably won't be passed in the short term."

Ernst knew all too well how important technology sharing was to Terra. If Sherag were to utilize the advanced technologies from Trimont, Colombia, its development speed would likely increase significantly.

The president might actually be willing, but that would only apply to Shelag. The idea of ​​Colombia sharing technology with the entire Terra region is utter nonsense.

This agreement is impossible, at least not now, for the World Summit to pass.

It's not just because of Leopold's current ugly reputation as Elector.

Putting everything else aside, Hinterlea's first reaction perfectly reflects the situation of the vast majority of Terrans who have seen this agreement.

"Why should I?" "Who are you?" "You're such a hypocrite!"

These three reactions were indifferent, but also very real.

However, although Ernst could roughly guess what might happen at the World Summit, he still planned to look into the matter after Vina returned.

Technology sharing across the entire Terran continent is impossible in the short term. The barriers between nations are too deep, and the interests involved are too complex; such a rash proposal would only be laughed at. However, limited-scope technological exchanges are not impossible.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that the proposal of the "Science and Technology Sharing Agreement" was like lifting the roof, giving Ernst a chance to open a window.

Especially in the upcoming explorations of the far northern tundra, the Foehn Basin, and the Black Stream Forest, a certain degree of technological sharing and exchange in the areas of "exploration and survival," which are not closely related to core military technology, will be of great benefit to both sides.

Lu silently offered incense for Leopold, the Elector, hoping to accumulate some good karma for him. Ernst skipped over the topic and asked:

"How is Horhaiya doing?"

"She's awake."

Hinterlea replied,

“I don’t know much about medicine, but Ms. Celia and Ms. Warfarin both said that her condition has stabilized. Now she just needs to rest and be monitored.”

"If nothing unexpected happens, she should be able to recover in another month, at the beginning of next year."

Ernst twitched the corner of his mouth.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances? This phrase shouldn't be used carelessly.

On the land of Terra, barring any unforeseen circumstances, something unexpected is most likely to happen. This word, along with "surprise," is on Ernst's list of forbidden words.