People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Even though we are currently still building Ulani Castle, there will be absolutely no problem in renovating Manjushri Temple."

Even if there were some problems, Ernst would fix them, and might even take out a loan from the International Bank to fix them.

Renowned as the "purest snow-covered land of faith," Manju Temple is, in a sense, one of Kjerag's calling cards. Few foreign tourists visiting Kjerag fail to stop by Manju Temple, make a wish, and toss a couple of Kjerag frans into the pool at the entrance.

When Ernst returned to Kjerag, he did a quick survey on the train. There were quite a few tourists, and they were clearly interested in three places: Silver Heart Lake, Manjushri Gardens, and Sacred Stone Square. Silver Heart Lake is home to the Jeragund statue, the Ice Lake ski and skating rink, and Kjerag's largest commercial area. Sacred Stone Square is where Kjerag hosts large events such as the Harvest Festival and bonfire parties, and it's quite well-maintained now.

Only Manju Academy remained dilapidated.

It needs to be fixed!

"Speaking of which, where are you and the others?"

Ernst asked with some curiosity.

Normally, whenever I visit the Manju Academy, whether it's to chat for a bit, ask for a new poem, or comment on the year's new movies, they will eventually come out and chat for a bit.

Ernst was also planning to take this opportunity to talk to Nian about the matter of guarding Abrahana.

Drak Red Dragon's strength should not be underestimated. Ernst wasn't afraid that Nian couldn't beat her, but he was mainly worried that Nian's unpredictable and fiery personality, combined with Abrahana's arrogant nature, might lead to Nian accidentally getting into trouble.

Yeah, let's set off firecrackers.

“While you were out, a girl named Shi Huaiya came by.”

Ya'er touched her chin and recalled,

"She said that we had agreed that you would provide some props and special effects when we were making the movie. But you weren't there at the time, and I went to Laterano. I was very interested in these four things, so I volunteered to go with you."

“When she went, Ling went with her, and Xi was taken along as well.”

filming?

Ernst suddenly remembered this.

He did promise Swire that he would do this, but what he was thinking at the time was that he would bring Jeragund the Great to make a cameo appearance.

Who could have imagined that the Lentinium incident would spiral out of control so quickly, with one thing after another happening, to the point that Ernst had almost forgotten about it. He did, however, feel somewhat guilty towards his diligent partner, Miss Swire.

However, Ernst remembered that he had once recommended a movie he had "directed and starred" during the Chinese New Year to Swire, and her evaluation after watching it was, well, cough cough.

I won't talk about it anymore, or I'll lose my appetite.

Did she actually agree to let Nian go to the film crew to help out?

"If it's just as a special effects artist, it shouldn't be a big problem, right?"

Ya'er was clearly aware of some of Nian's "astounding wisdom," and after a moment's thought, she gave her assessment.

"The original script was written by you, Ernst, and the adaptation was done by a specialist hired by Swire, who also personally reviewed it. According to her, the director is also a famous director from Blue Cardwood. Nian is only involved in props and special effects, and with Rei and Yu working together, there shouldn't be any major problems, right?"

Ernst coughed lightly and said, "Yes, I suppose so," but his expression was clearly strained.

It's hard to say. It seems that when he goes to Colombia soon, he'll have to take a side trip to Bluecab to check on the progress.

However, there was one more thing he was curious about.

"Great God Yeragand, I heard you've been promoted. Do you have any special feelings about it?"

The great god Jeragund had already ascended to godhood when Ernst visited Iberia. At that time, He made a spectacular entrance, freezing an entire ocean and blocking a brief period of tranquility.

But to be honest, the Yeragands of the past could probably have achieved this as well. Ernst never understood what kind of "powers" this "evolution" brought to the great Yeragands.

The giants Ernst knew, such as [Sami] and [Chronology], either kept quiet about it or simply didn't show up for ten days or half a month. With no other option, Ernst had to ask the great god Yeragand himself.

Ya'er fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.

What His power is, is something He also wants to know.

After his advancement, he did indeed become stronger, and his understanding and control over things like ice and snow, temperature, and "force" were indeed much deeper.

But none of these are powers.

If I had to say what change it has undergone, it's the wine.

Ya'er hesitated for a moment before speaking: One

"Actually, I don't feel like I've changed at all."

"But now I feel that no matter what it is, as long as I put my heart into learning, I can learn it quickly. There are no barriers or bottlenecks anymore. Does that count?"

Ernst was taken aback.

Does this count?

If that doesn't count, then the great god Yeragand didn't sense any other changes.

If we're going to count it, what kind of power is this?

Does this mean I've grasped the power of "wisdom"? Or have I been blessed with the "power of thought"? Or perhaps I've become one of the most popular deities in modern times, worshipped by countless students—the "God of Learning"?

Chapter 887 The Different Kal'Hilde

Tremont, Columbia.

Christensen is trying to persuade a god.

"Do you really have a way to break through the isolation layer?"

[The Preservator] Trevor Friston was somewhat helpless.

Since Kristen returned to Colombia, his place has become quite lively.

This little animal comes every day, every night, and sometimes it doesn't even go home at night. It just squats here and asks him questions.

Trevor Friston doesn't actually dislike being asked questions. Older people often have a habit of being a teacher. In his view, Christensen may be ignorant, but her thirst for knowledge is genuine. If it were in the past, he wouldn't mind helping the natives to achieve a kind of civilization.

But this is a graveyard.

Whose good family is blooming sunflowers on their grave? (Dad's Classroom)

If it weren't for the fact that you bear a resemblance to my daughter and are Ernst's friend, I would have personally sent you to meet the universe by now.

With a somewhat helpless sigh, the [Preserver] replied:

"can."

"The isolation layer is just a thin veil used to block vision. It's not difficult to open using normal methods. Forcibly breaking it might be a bit troublesome, but it's not impossible."

Putting everything else aside, the residual energy within this stasis chamber could easily blast a hole in the isolation layer.

But he definitely won't discuss this with Christensen.

With "treasure" and "priestess" around, he's not too lonely. Why not use that energy to help Ernst more?

Christensen had no idea what Trevor Friston was thinking; her focus was entirely on "how to open the isolation layer."

Upon hearing Trevor Friston's answer, she immediately became excited:

"Can you tell me what to do?"

"What are you going to do?" Trevor Friston asked, snapping out of his daze.

"I want to go to space!"

Christen said seriously,

"I want to be an astronaut! Terra's first astronaut!"

"The universe is not as peaceful as you imagine, and the hidden dangers are far more numerous than you think."

Trevor Friston said calmly,

"This is too early for you. It's too early for Terra too."

"I know there are dangers in the universe, the corruption of evil spirits, right?"

Christen retorted seriously.

She had suffered at the hands of evil spirits, but she was not afraid.

"I have a way to deal with evil spirits."

This piqued the interest of the [Preserver].

Human civilization conquered the Warp and resisted demonic corruption by using the Gray Nail, a "thought imprint" with stable properties, to anchor the minds of Warp navigators, preventing demonic corruption from eroding human souls. This technology requires an extremely high level of scientific expertise and a profound understanding of the soul, which, based on his understanding of Terran civilization, they clearly could not achieve.

He was inclined to believe that Christensen was lying, but he still asked:

"What can you do?"

Christensen paused, then said seriously:

"Just let Ernst come with me!"

"He can dispel the corruption of evil spirits. If he comes with me, then we won't have to be afraid, right?"

[Storer]: "Hiss—"

If I were to say you're wrong, the stability of the "treasure" is indeed a natural counter to evil. Theoretically speaking, if you bring it along, you don't even need to exert any effort; a passive counterattack can stabilize the chaos.

But if I say you're right, it's a bit unrealistic. How could the "treasure" possibly go with you?

You little rascal, you're really good at coming up with wild ideas.

Trevor Friston gave Kristen a deep look, then sighed softly:

"If you can convince Ernst, then it is indeed possible to be unafraid of demons. But there are far more demons than just demons in the universe."

"Moreover, even if you convince Ernst, even if I really tell you how to open the isolation layer, with Terra's current scientific and technological capabilities, it would be too difficult to open the isolation layer through normal means."

The isolation layer isn't a lock; the Preservator can just give Christen a key, and she can use it directly.

It's like the Shard standing there, and the Victorians never found the right way to use it for thousands of years, only to have the Sarkaz steal its benefits in the end. Isn't that something to be resentful about?

Having rejected Christensen's idea, the Preservator stopped responding.

That concludes today's exchange.

Christen clicked her tongue in disappointment, but didn't press the matter further.

The Preservator is right. If she wants to leave Terra and head into space through normal means, she still has at least two technical hurdles to overcome.

First, how to open the isolation layer.

Second, how to persuade Ernst.

She can get the method to open the isolation layer from the [Preserver], but the [Preserver] requires her to get Ernst's help and be confident in dealing with the problems that will arise after opening the isolation layer.

Then she would have to persuade Ernst.

She knew Ernst's personality. When she confessed her feelings, Ernst made it very clear that he couldn't risk endangering this land by helping Christensen break through the isolation barrier and run away with her.

Hey, it's a closed loop!

Even a genius like Kristen was somewhat at a loss when faced with these two problems.

Because she can't learn this.

She has a strong charisma and her convictions are indeed very attractive. Almost all the department heads at Rhine Life joined her team because of her charisma and convictions.

But [Survivor Search QQ Group] clearly doesn't buy into this.

He was high above, a member of the "gods," and he looked at the Terrans as if they were small animals. Kristen was special for some personal reasons, but only to a limited extent. The Preservator was not so destitute as to use Kristen as a substitute for his own daughter.

And Ernst

A charming confrontation with the Terra Succubus, and the Cheese Snow Leopard, as strong as a monster, proved impossible to defeat despite all efforts!

So, there's no other way.

Christen left with a conflicted expression.

[The Preservator] watched her disappear outside the Stasis Zone and was about to enter hibernation standby mode when he received a special message.

"Pureseth?"

He looked at the Originium in the corner of the room.

That was something he had Christensen bring to him; it was considered "Christen's tuition fee."

Christensen thought he wanted to study the properties of Originium, but the Preservator was actually well aware of it; he was just using it as a tool to communicate with Precys.

Prisus's phantom image, reflected in the Originium, nodded towards the Preservator:

"Friston, it's been a long time."

"Not long."