People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Secondly, Ernst hadn't invited her, and she felt a little shy about going uninvited.

If it's business, she can convince herself, but personal matters...

Clementa shook her head.

However, the next second, as if the lights had been turned off, her car suddenly went dark.

"Ok?"

Clementine was taken aback; she hadn't set the headlights to turn off automatically. She'd personally chosen this vehicle; it shouldn't have any problems.

Clementine reached out and touched the control panel, a hint of surprise flashing across her face. She then withdrew her hand, sat up straight, and became serious.

"Hmm, Agor is not bad."

The sound came through the car's speakers, and a figure of a one-legged winged beast, not very tall but exuding an extraordinary sense of power, was projected onto the holographic display screen in front of Clementa.

Clementa bowed slightly to the other person as a gesture of greeting.

"Mr. President Mark Max of Colombia, it's a pleasure to meet you. I never expected our first meeting to be in this way."

Mark Max didn't answer Clementine's question, and said without any emotion:

"Clemensa, I'm giving you a chance."

"Now, renounce your Agorian identity and join Columbia, or pledge allegiance directly to Lord Ernst, and I can promise to grant you any wish."

Clementine froze, her professional, polite smile instantly going cold.

No? So direct?

Are you not even going to put on an act? Couldn't you at least be a little more polite and tactful?

Is it really okay to poach someone so blatantly? I'm a native of Agor, after all. You just throw this at me like that, without giving me any time to prepare myself?

But Mark Max seemed completely oblivious to Clementa's embarrassment, or perhaps he did notice but didn't care.

He's not Ernst, and he doesn't have to consider the feelings of Clementa or the Agorians.

To put it bluntly, the fact that he specifically hacked into the Agorians' drastically altered defense system and personally came to recruit them already showed the Clemensians considerable respect. This respect was entirely due to Ernst's relatively good impression of the Clemensians during the last negotiation.

As for Agor, he didn't want to give him any face at all.

What is this? Even his own father said that it was only because [Lo]'s condition was unknown and Ernst stopped Precyth that Agor dared to threaten Ernst, and that Precyth could do without this experimental sample.

What? Didn't the Victorians threaten Ernst before?

That's different.

In Mark Max’s view, the Victorians, including the elder who had made things difficult for Ernst when he was rising to power, were just child’s play.

Ernst was happy to play along, so let them play. Even if lives were lost, it didn't matter; as long as they weren't dead, they could be brought back to life, and even if they were, they could be brought back to life. Besides, at that time, he hadn't even noticed Ernst's existence. Nobody knew when the "treasure" would come to life; ignorance truly is no excuse.

But Agor was different.

Agor is bullying others by relying on the things left by the adults; Lu is simply not a human being! (42★)

What's wrong? Doesn't anyone have an adult in their family?

Not to mention, is that stick you're holding your family's? Using my family's property to hit my family is intolerable!

It's no wonder Mark Max was in a bad mood.

Clementine remained silent for a long time before slowly replying:

“I’m sorry. I will do everything I can to help Ernst, but I am, after all, an Argol.”

She had absolutely no intention of trying to be witty with Mark Max, like saying, "Anything is fine?"

She didn't know where Mark Max's bottom line was, nor did she know whether this recruitment was Ernst's idea, Mark Max's own initiative, or the will of the mysterious "Preserver".

Therefore, this was the only way she could politely refuse.

Mark Max said nothing and immediately cut off the communication. The vehicle, which had been completely dark, was immediately illuminated. Clementine glanced at it; the electronic protection system was functioning normally, without even a trace of intrusion.

Mark Max acted as if he had never been there.

That's the real difference.

Clementine swallowed hard, her expression dark, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, in Columbia, in the Maxwell District.

Mark Max stood on the shelf and reported to the camera flashing red in front of him:

“Father, she refused.”

The keeper slightly pursed his lips.

He didn't have any problem with Clementa's refusal; it wasn't worth it.

He just felt that he might have been a little negligent when he designed Mark Max.

Back then, there were only two people left on Talos, so he didn't bother designing a communication module. Now look what's happened—this kid really speaks his mind! Far inferior to Ama-10!

Judging from his attitude and words when he tried to persuade Clementa to surrender, even if Clementa had actually agreed, the Preservator would have to suspect that she had ulterior motives.

Thinking back to the last time Priscilla came to ask him for the technology to expand the module, he had an idea—why not also go to Priscilla and ask for the technology to expand the language module and the emotion module?

The Preservator also felt that Ernst was too busy and wanted to find someone to help him relieve stress.

Since no one from the previous civilization is left, Ernst would definitely not accept Mark Max's help. If they were to choose from among the Terrans, Clementa would actually be a good option.

She was born in Agor, and although she had no fondness for this civilization, comparisons are inevitable. No matter how low Agor's moral standards were, compared to the inhuman beings of the Terran kingdoms, they were still a bit too anthropomorphic.

Moreover, her skill level is quite good, and she's presentable; the Prismes Originium enhancement pack is still going strong. [The Preservator] can also see that Ernst has a decent impression of Clementsa.

If Ernst could take her in, he wouldn't have to personally handle certain trivial matters at all.

What? Why not just recommend two decent beginners with good aptitude and understanding to Ernst and let him teach them?

Doesn't it take effort to teach? Besides, do you think it's so easy to find an amateur? You can just find an established person and check their resume. But finding an amateur requires a lot of effort to observe them carefully.

Humans are the most complex beings, and even the Preservator cannot claim to be completely infallible!

So, it would be better to just use it directly if we can get it.

"Father, she dares to refuse, do you still want to see her?"

Mark Max asked.

Trevor Friston sensed a murderous intent in his words.

We'll have to see how things go in the future and maybe improve Mark Max's communication skills.

He thought to himself, and answered aloud:

“I will meet with him. Since Ernst and I have both agreed to this, we can’t let him go back on his word.”

"I'll personally test her sincerity through debate then, and then decide based on the situation."

Mark Max thought that "the Preservator" meant deciding whether she lived or died.

The term "preserver" means deciding whether or not to personally approach and recruit her.

"By the way, Mark."

Trevor Friston suddenly changed the subject.

"Let's play 'The Legend of King Arthur' for a bit, I'll watch it together."

"Also, check that newspaper."

Mark Max nodded immediately.

He had considered dealing with "Le Wine," but given Colombia's current situation, destroying a Casimir company across borders without resorting to force would take a considerable amount of time.

Moreover, to some extent, this was just a minor skirmish by the Terrans. Without Ernst's orders, his interference would have been somewhat superfluous.

He's not Ama-10; he won't overstep his bounds and make decisions for his master.

But now that the Preservator has spoken, things are different!

What trivial matters? Nothing about Ernst is trivial!

Please, I'm very strong! I like to bully others!

I need to take a leave of absence (2/3)

I bombed my final exams; if the teacher doesn't intervene, I'll probably have to retake them.

Shuke's backend is undergoing maintenance tonight, from 2 AM to 11 AM tomorrow. There's no way to meet the deadline, so I'm taking the day off.

Recently, some readers have commented that I'm taking too much leave. Actually, I only issue three leave requests per month, so I can only take a maximum of three leave per month. Furthermore, my monthly minimum is 18 words, ensuring stable and reliable updates.

I've been quite busy lately, and I apologize in advance. Thank you for your understanding and support! Thank you!

Chapter 896. ¥. Novel QUn: Meet the [Saver]

Tremont, Columbia.

“Ms. Clementa, you’ve arrived early.”

Upon arriving at the main road leading into Trimont, Ernst saw Clementa waiting at the end of the road.

Clementa was accompanied by Skadi, Gretia, and a few others who had arrived earlier. Since it was a matter related to Agor, Ernst naturally brought them along as well.

Of course, the main reason was to bring Skadi along; Ernst had always wanted to figure out that familiar feeling about her.

"How is Agor doing lately?"

Ernst asked politely.

Unexpectedly, Clementine's expression stiffened for a moment, and she said somewhat reluctantly:

"Thanks to you, Agor has changed quite a bit recently. But overall, it's moving in a positive direction."

That's quite a change, isn't it? The recent changes in the high-ranking officials of this realm are even faster than the evolution of Hai Si. There's a small change every day and a major change every three days. At first, Clementine could still call out the names of the newly appointed officials in important positions, but gradually, she couldn't even recognize all of them.

She didn't even know how Lady Heratia had managed to do it. Even if the other consuls didn't resist at all, where did she get so many people from?

These are all people, and not just any people, but truly talented individuals.

Clementa sometimes even wondered if Lady Heratia had long harbored ambitions, secretly building up her own faction and waiting for the right moment to eliminate everyone else in the Senate and replace them with her own people. Ernst's appearance simply accelerated this process, giving her a perfect opportunity to act ahead of time.

Update group: 耙+珸”琦?琉杉泤貳 What's this called? A coup d'état?

However, as Heratia's subordinate, she was also one of the direct beneficiaries of this "coup," so even though she had some doubts, she did not directly ask Heratia.

Some things are better left unsaid.

Ernst sensed that Clementa seemed preoccupied, and her answers sounded somewhat insincere. But since she showed no desire to continue the conversation, Ernst didn't press the matter.

He looked at Gladys, nodded slightly, and then looked at Laurentina and Skadi standing beside Gladys.

Did Christensen draw any conclusions?

Yes, the reason these three arrived in Tremont ahead of time was because Ernst arranged for them to have a medical check-up at Christensen's.

Grandia's physical examination was nothing serious; her only problem was her Heinrichment, and she was otherwise perfectly healthy. The main issues were Laurentina's Oripathy infection and Skadi's sense of familiarity.

But both of them shook their heads.

"Ms. Christensen found nothing."

Goredia shrugged.

Ernst wasn't too disappointed.

When he was in Kjerag, he also had Palvis of Rhine Life, together with Levi and others, conduct a full-body examination on them, but they were still clueless.

Perhaps Terra's scientific level is indeed not yet up to par.

Ernst pursed his lips and was just about to invite the others to enter Tremont when Mark Max's group arrived.

"Your Excellency Ernst, I apologize for keeping you waiting."

Still wearing that oversized brown trench coat and cowboy hat, the Tin Man, whose appearance was already astonishing enough, spoke in an exceptionally gentle and gentlemanly tone.

He jogged forward:

"I'm so sorry, I just got assigned a task and had to deal with a small problem."

"What little trouble?"

Laurentina asked with some curiosity.

The tin man narrowed his eyes: