People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ernst never heard Precys mention "bloodline" once, which is enough to prove that in that bygone era belonging to "future people," bloodline was never the factor that determined or conquered everything.

Of course, it's pointless for him to say these things to Gao Duoting now. Everything has its limits; deeply and sharply revealing the essence of a matter will offend people.

Ernst also had to consider Scherrag and the World Summit. In order to promote an idea that was not yet ready for the time being, he completely offended these people, which did not bring him much benefit.

He still has a family to take care of, so let's offer him some comfort.

Suppressing the urge to type a satisfying number in one go, Ernst slowly said:

"The most important thing for a person is to find their place and do their job well. Duke Godotin, aren't you the one who understands this principle best?"

"Now, this is Victoria's last chance."

Ernst paused, then paraphrased that famous quote:

"Wan Guofeng hopes that every Victoria will fulfill her responsibilities!"

Chapter 833 Not a Good Cat: Kal'tsit

A dog barks at the thatched gate; a traveler returns home on a snowy night.

The main Rhodes Island ship doesn't have the habit of keeping Peromon to guard the gate. A certain Pero girl who loves to eat honey cakes and mushrooms, and who started the rogue era in a dream, is probably still walking her own long and solitary path.

When Ernst returned to the Rhodes Island ship after his identity was verified, the corridor was eerily quiet.

Apart from a sliver of light peeking through the crack in the medical department's door, most other departments were already closed for the night. For Oripathy patients, staying up all night is like a catalyst, greatly accelerating the progression of their condition. Therefore, although Ernst often criticizes Rhodes Island as an "unorthodox medical company," in this respect, Rhodes Island truly demonstrates a level of "humanity" that even some large medical enterprises fail to achieve.

The light emanating from the medical department suggested that Kal'tsit was still working overtime. To personally investigate the matter of Precyth, she had decided to gather elite operators willing to participate and infiltrate Londinium in two days to investigate the Shards Tower.

This is a dangerous move.

Therese is a well-known cat lover in Terra and has a life-or-death friendship with Kal'tsit. Even if Kal'tsit brings elite operators into the city, it is still extremely dangerous.

After all, while elite operators are powerful, after a thorough study of the combat records of Bloodlord, Talulah, Borocaster, and Yelena, only a handful of elite operators truly believed they were "capable of dealing with Bloodlord."

This is just "what I think".

How much effort did Blood Demon actually contribute in the battle against Bojokasti? This is a question that everyone probably both wants to know and fears to know the answer to.

But no matter what, Kal'tsit was determined to go.

A true man knows what to do and what not to do. She did indeed heed some of Ernst's words.

Render unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's and unto God the things that are God's. The affairs of the Terrans, whether it be the siege of Londinium or the struggles of the Sarkaz, should be resolved by the Terrans themselves. Since she was certain about this from the beginning, she shouldn't have changed her standards afterward.

But God's affairs always need to be handled by someone.

If the Creator needs an explanation, then let her be.

No matter what Precys asked her, she answered without question. Even if the final outcome was death, she died free, because "You are free, Kal'tsit" was the prophet's own command to her, and even Precys had no right to change it.

But before that, Kal'tsit will use all her strength to destroy the Shard Tower! At least, to stop the planet from being used by Prissis to turn Terra into Originium.

Ernst knew Kelsey's plans, so he didn't bother her.

Ernst even knew that she probably still had a sliver of hope that her premonition might be wrong and that Precyth had not appeared in Londinium.

Ernst also remained silent on this matter.

This thousand-year-old lynx had finally made up her mind, and Ernst saw no need to discourage her. As for what might happen when she actually met Precyth...

Just adapt to the situation.

It's impossible to plan everything, especially for someone like Precyth who craves genuine communication. Opening up to her is more effective than any scheming.

Moreover, he was somewhat looking forward to seeing what Kal'tsit would be like to meet Prissis.

This will definitely be a huge surprise!

Ernst didn't know if she would encounter any danger. But he figured it probably wouldn't.

Kal'tsit and the Doctor have a close relationship, and they've been silenced by Priss's curse. Ernst simply doesn't believe that this little robot cat and the couple don't have some special connection.

Ernst even thought that he might have a chance to say to Kal'tsit, "Isn't this Kekimi? It's been tens of thousands of years! You've grown so much! Come here, don't be shy, Uncle used to hold you when you were little!"

I wonder what Kal'tsit's expression will be like then?

Haha, this time we don't even need to worry about Kal'tsit crashing. After all, the scientists from the previous civilization are on site; they can restart one of them right there, so Kal'tsit can't possibly fail even if she wants to!

How wicked I am!

A wicked smile crept across Ernst's lips, and he couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly.

There's no way around it; people always need to find ways to release stress. Otherwise, if you bottle it up for too long, wouldn't that be like hitting someone on the head with a golf ball—a sign of mental instability?

Having found his dormitory room, Ernst scanned the room key given to him by Kal'tsit, and the sliding door opened automatically, revealing a Rhodes Island dormitory room that had obviously been furnished.

A bed embedded in the wall, a porthole beside the bed, a folding table under the porthole that can be folded up and down, and a chair with wheels that can also be fixed in place.

The bedrooms in the Rhode Island dormitory looked exceptionally simple and unpretentious.

The reason I say it was decorated is simply because of all those "Sherlock trinkets" scattered throughout the room.

Several plush dolls of Saint Enya were placed on the bedside table and pillows, along with a plush quilt embroidered with the image of the great god Yeragand (it was even the unedited version of His Majesty! Did Enshiodes not change this image when it was sold to the public?!), a small bottle of Snow Country Spring wine was on the table, and a large family photo was pasted on the wall of the bed.

That was a year ago, after Ensemble ZhUaNqUN:刢《0凄露倃/;肆钐六特, Enshioudis, Enya, and Enshia had that family dinner together, and then the group took this picture together.

Enshiodis, being the eldest and tallest, stood at the back, reaching out to put his arm around Ernst's shoulder. On the other side, Enya linked arms with Ernst, while Enshiodis squeezed between Ernst and Enshiodis, half-squatting and making a big "V" sign.

It's a very heartwarming painting. Ernst also had one, which he kept in his office.

With these decorations and those little toys, Ernst could probably guess who the room's previous owner was.

"Miss Encia lived in this room before she transferred to Rhine Lab. She personally decorated it."

Kal'tsit's voice sounded from behind, and the clicking of high heels slowly approached.

Ernst glanced at her with a hint of curiosity.

Kal'tsit frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

"No, I was wondering, your high heels were clearly making noise, and my hearing is pretty good, so why didn't I realize you were behind me until you made a sound?"

Ernst looked Kal'tsit up and down, then asked with interest,

"Could it be that you deliberately took off your shoes, tiptoed behind me, and then put your shoes back on before talking to me?"

Kal'tsit: "

To be honest, she really wants to swear right now.

No, my "mysterious appearance" is so unexpected that you'd be surprised if you didn't, but how could you possibly imagine that kind of scene?

"Barefoot, carrying my shoes, tiptoeing up behind you just to suddenly yell and scare you!" What kind of child am I?!

I'm over 30,000 years old! Young man! Your age is less than a fraction of mine; you don't understand how profound a life accumulated over countless years truly is!

Of course, she only kept these complaints to herself; on the surface, she was always the cold-faced, emotionless Dr. Kal'tsit.

Except when you're doing something like that.

"Ernst, I hope you will use your rich imagination to benefit this land and ensure the survival of Terran civilization. You must know that the suffering on this land is endless. In the few seconds it takes for you and me to talk here, a tragedy may occur in Londinium, a miner in Rembiton may succumb to the burden, and an infected person in Ursus may shatter into dust. We bear a heavy burden. Since you have chosen to shoulder it, please understand that my words are not harsh criticism, but sincere advice. Your talent can be used in a more beneficial way, instead of pondering why a doctor named Kal'tsit could appear silently behind you and make such strange connections."

Ernst: "Uh, okay?"

Kal'tsit spoke very quickly, and Ernst really didn't react this time.

Under Ernst's guidance, Kelsey's riddles had significantly decreased in the past two years, but now, as if triggered by stress, he suddenly reverted to his original form.

Kal'tsit clearly realized that her explanation would only make things worse, so she paused, took out another room key from her pocket, and handed it to Ernst.

"This is?"

Ernst asked.

"Encia's room key. Rhodes Island will always welcome her back."

Kelsey said.

Ernst gave Kelsey a deep look, but in the end, he accepted the room key.

Judging from the room's furnishings, Encia certainly had a good impression of Rhodes Island. Although the reason for transferring her to another hospital was for better treatment, Ernst had no reason to stop her if she occasionally wanted to visit Rhodes Island.

There aren't many people and organizations on this land that Ernst can trust, but Kelsey is one of them.

"You came to see me just to deliver a house transfer card?"

Ernst asked.

Kal'tsit shook her head:

"of course not."

She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and said seriously:

"Ernst, I have a favor to ask you."

“You look like you’re entrusting your son to someone else.” Ernst saw through her plan at a glance and shook his head. “No. I will not take over Rhodes Island.”

"You know the nature of this company. It has offices all over Terra, operates under the name of a medical organization, and uses excuses like absolute neutrality and the existence of pharmacies everywhere to make it somewhat believable. But if I were to take over, these offices would be in a very awkward position."

Ernst is a political figure, and it's obvious to everyone that the existence of the Rhodes Island office was a loophole in the law that Kal'tsit exploited. However, they didn't do anything outrageous, and by selling inhibitors and various drugs at low prices, they were indeed doing good deeds, which is why the "gentlemen" in those places didn't become suspicious.

But Ernst's takeover was a different story. He practically branded the "espionage structure" right there in front of his face.

Everyone knows there's a spy in their own family, but you can't just do it openly, everyone has to save face.

"Don't worry, Kal'tsit, you're not that fragile, are you?"

Ernst patted Kal'tsit's cold shoulder, and Kal'tsit smiled sadly.

Don't worry? You don't understand what that is.

But Ernst's refusal was also reasonable; he didn't even mention his own interests and analyzed the matter entirely from Rhodes Island's perspective, which made it unfeasible.

What will happen to Amiya and Rhodes Island if I can't come back?

Kal'tsit fell silent. No one on this land could take over Rhodes Island's business unless they didn't care about profits at all, because taking it over would be a pure loss.

Furthermore, Kal'tsit did not want those with special interests to interfere in Rhodes Island; she did not want the place to become corrupted.

Ernst wasn't worried about that. Kelsey would definitely come back. There were some questions Ernst couldn't ask Precys, but Kelsey perfectly fit the concept of an "intelligent artificial assistant." Such a knowledgeable friend with no political skills was a natural-born advisor. Who wouldn't like that?

Most importantly, Kal'tsit is completely uninvolved in politics, and Rhodes Island is indeed very "upright," truly out of touch with the land.

Ernst didn't want to see Rhodes Island go under either.

Therefore, even if Precys really loved cats, Ernst would try his best to protect Kal'tsit.

Just show me some love, don't kill me. Kal'tsit can provide me with a lot of emotional support!

Kelsey really had no idea where Ernst's confident expression came from:

"Aren't you worried at all?"

"I'm worried."

Ernst Road,

"But I believe that sincerity begets sincerity, and even if Priscilla were really there, she would understand us."

"Why?" Kal'tsit frowned, then suddenly a possibility occurred to her. "You contacted the [Preservator]?"

Ernst smiled mysteriously.

Contact the [preserver]? Of course, he definitely did.

Playing tricks on Precyth is pointless and will only make people dislike you, but there are ways to talk about feelings, too.

Calling more people is necessary.

This time, Precys set up a trap in Londinium, and Ernst had made three preparations. One of his trump cards was contacting the "Preserver," and this was just one of them.

Three preparations and one trump card may seem few, but Ernst usually prepares more when dealing with other events. However, this time the opponent is Precys, who is both an enemy and a friend of Terran civilization, and whom he cannot contend with by force. For such a complex being who is both friend and foe, making such preparations is already a testament to his best efforts.

But it's not appropriate to tell Kal'tsit these things.

Actually, it wouldn't have mattered if I had said it.

Ernst glanced at Kal'tsit and shrugged:

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you."

“I’ve known Precy for a long time. Not only do I know her, but we also have a great time chatting and laughing together.”

"If she sees me, she'll definitely just want to chat and catch up; she won't destroy Terra at all."

As expected, Kal'tsit, who had been listening attentively just moments before, rolled her eyes upon hearing this and turned to leave.