People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

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Meanwhile, in Ya'er's room.

Just as Enshiodis was about to take a shower, Ya'er, who was already "asleep" in the two ladies' room, suddenly opened her eyes, quietly sat up, lifted the covers, and walked towards the door.

Before she could even open the door, the dark room was suddenly illuminated by lights. Jian, dressed in pajamas, sat on the edge of the bed, her golden eyes fixed on Ya'er, who was about to leave. Her voice rang out:

"What are you going to do?"

"Uh...going to the toilet?" Ya'er's eyes darted around.

Jian mercilessly exposed His lie: "There is a toilet in the room."

Ya'er suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed.

Oops, after leaving Sherag, I forgot to give Mace the mental cue of "don't pay attention to me".

Jeragand possesses this special power: if she doesn't want to, even if she stays in the Manjusaka for hundreds of years, no one will recognize her as the former head lady-in-waiting. Nor will anyone associate Him with Jeragand.

However, since Jian was an outsider, Ya'er had only met him a handful of times. In addition, she didn't know much about the history of Manju Academy, so Ya'er didn't bother to give Jian any hints.

Now, even if He wanted to add a buff on the spot, it would be a bit too late.

However, Ya'er herself wasn't too flustered. If she couldn't come up with a reason, she simply wouldn't.

She stated bluntly, "The Duke of Caster questioned Yeragand at the banquet, and I intend to go and punish her."

"You?" Jian looked Ya'er up and down with some doubt.

With fair skin, a round face, and a slender figure, even wearing the thick traditional Sherag clothing couldn't conceal her charm. Ya'er was undoubtedly a beauty.

But the problem is, you don't have any solid muscles at all, so how are you going to punish the Duke of Caesar?

Using Originium Arts?

This ducal mansion is easy to defend and difficult to attack, with many restrictions. Even if those Golden Law Guards of Letania came, they might not be able to get in. What makes you think you can?

After much deliberation, Jian concluded that the most Ya'er could do was rush into the Duke of Caesar's bedroom and bite her. That would only be if all the guards in the manor were collectively blind.

"Never mind." She waved her hand. "I accepted Enciodes's request to protect your safety during the trip. You should just go to sleep and not do anything dangerous."

"As for your piety toward Yeragand, you can go and repent to that Holy Son and your Holy Daughter. Yeragand will probably not blame you."

Of course I won't blame myself, but I need to vent my anger!

Ya'er glared at Jian. Ignoring her advice, she reached out to open the door. Jian could only sigh, roll over in bed, and reach out to grab Ya'er's wrist.

Then, just as Jian's hand was about to touch Ya'er, a sudden change occurred!

Without any apparent reason, Ya'er's figure vanished before Jian's eyes, the dim dormitory lights transformed into bright sunlight, and the sound of the door opening quietly turned into the howling of the cold wind and an inexplicable rumbling sound!

The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

She slowly turned her head, her eyes filled with disbelief.

"Varied......."

The first snowflake fell, followed by a mighty, surging wave of snow crashing down on the earth like a giant wave!

avalanche!

Without any time to think about why she was there, or any time to hesitate, Jian suddenly reached for her waist, and as expected, there were her double maces.

No, not only did she have double maces, but she also had her damaged greatsword!

"Boom!"

The roar of the avalanche was almost upon her, but there was no sign of retreat in her chest. Burning within her was not only her life force, but also her fighting spirit. She assumed her stance, raising her double maces to meet this avalanche—the most magnificent she had ever known and witnessed—which had appeared out of nowhere, and burst into laughter:

Come on! Let me—

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

Standing in front of the bed at the bedroom door, Ya'er gently placed the sword, whose eyes were already closed but whose face still showed a joyful and excited smile, on the bed, covered it with the quilt, and smiled slightly.

"I'll trouble Miss Jian to have a sweet dream first."

"Hmm, smiling so sweetly, I wonder what kind of dream it is? A family reunion? A happy marriage? Or a triumphant return home to win the championship again?"

"Good night~"

A snowflake landed on the sleeping Jian's face, while Ya'er had already disappeared.

If Jian sleeps well, then someone else won't be able to sleep!

Chapter 171 Ya'er: Nightmares are something Thai people love!

"Regardless, thank you all for attending... cough cough, my banquet. I hope we'll have the opportunity to cooperate again next time... cough cough. I think highly of you... cough cough... Prime Minister Ernst."

He extended his hand and shook hands with Ernst, who was about to leave, as the Duke of Kester bid farewell.

Ernst wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the Duke of Kester was in a bad mood today.

His forehead was dark, he had very heavy eye bags, spoke haltingly with intermittent coughing, and would sniffle from time to time.

Is this a cold?

Ernst turned his head and glanced at Enciodes beside him, and unsurprisingly, Enciodes also looked at him at the same time.

The two brothers' gazes met in mid-air, eventually forming six large characters.

"Yeragond, above."

Perhaps noticing the somewhat peculiar expressions on Ernst and Ensiaudis's faces, the Duke of Kester gave a wry smile and said self-deprecatingly:

"I felt a bit cold when I woke up this morning, please don't mind."

"Of course, of course." "I don't mind, I don't mind."

Ernst and Ensioudis quickly waved their hands, their expressions conveying "I understand, I understand," which offered some comfort to the somewhat troubled Duke of Kester.

For a duke to catch a cold so easily, and to be so unwell that he couldn't even maintain proper etiquette, is unacceptable to a man of such refined taste as the Duke of Custer.

Fortunately, Ernst and Ensioudis didn't care. If it were Duke Windermere, she would probably be scolded to the point of ending up in the ICU.

After all, she always referred to Windermere as an "unruly brute."

The thought of Amphilis Windermere's face sent a chill down Duke Castle's spine.

After seeing Ernst and Ensiodes off, Duke Kester returned to his room, took his medicine, and after thinking for a moment, summoned the manor's medical sorcerer.

Bathed in green light, the Duke of Caesar began to recall the unusual dream he had had the previous night.

Most of the time, dreams vanish without a trace once you wake up, like bubbles evaporating in the sun. But the Duke of Caesar remembered his dream from last night vividly.

She remembers waking up suddenly in a snowy, mountainous landscape.

As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. It's not surprising that the Duke of Castells dreamed of a snowy wonderland while he was preoccupied with Kjerag these past few days.

Moreover, because it was a dream, the Duke of Castells even had the leisure to stroll around in the snow and ice.

"The scenery of the snow country is truly unique. It's just a pity that I couldn't have it."

She exclaimed in this way. And the moment those words left her lips, the dream suddenly changed.

At the edge of the snowfield, a tall figure suddenly walked towards her.

Because of the distance, the Duke of Caesar could not see the man's face clearly at first, and therefore did not pay much attention to him.

"To meet someone in the snowy plains of a dream is quite a novel experience."

Instead of trying to distance himself after making such a comment, the Duke of Custer straightened his posture and moved closer to the figure.

As the distance between the two drew closer, the figure with flowing long hair and a robust build gradually came into the Duke of Caesar's view.

The moment the Duke of Caesar saw the figure's face clearly, he suddenly realized something.

Dreams aren't always pleasant dreams.

There is another type of dream called a nightmare.

"Old widow of Caesar! Take this!"

A sharp shout came from the man's mouth. Before the Duke of Caesar could react, he instinctively turned around and ran away!

As he ran, the Duke of Custer didn't forget to turn back and unleash a torrent of curses, making sure he didn't fall behind:

“*Victoria’s profanity*, Amphilis Windermere, you ill-mannered woman! Get out of here!”

Of course, despite his sharp tongue, the Duke of Caesar would never dare to confront the Duke of Windermere head-on.

Just kidding. Duke Windermere is a frontier military nobleman known as one of the "Twin Blades of the Empire," alongside Wellington. If her sword guards were to form a battle formation, even the Golden Law Guards of Letania would have to give way. And she herself is widely recognized as one of the most formidable fighters among the nobles.

Well, this slightly sarcastic title used to belong to the Duke of Wellington, but the old man is getting on in years and hasn't made a move in recent years. As for the Four Emperors' War, the Duke of Castle can only answer with one sentence:

The past is the past, and the present is the present. If you're going to treat the past as the present, then buddy, why don't you go compare yourself to Nightmare Khan?

The two were simply not in the same league in terms of fighting ability. With no guards around, the Duke of Caesar, of course, didn't hesitate to "get out of there when the wind blows!"

But as the saying goes, good fortune never comes in pairs, and misfortunes never come singly. Since it's a nightmare, it's natural that whatever you wish for comes true, and whatever you fear comes true.

Before the Duke of Caesar could run two steps, she was horrified to discover that right in front of her, amidst the swirling snow, another figure stood still, watching her as if waiting for her to walk into a trap.

"I am the Duke of Cactus, help—"

Before the cry for help could even finish, the figure suddenly took a step forward. The cane in his hand, the medals on his chest, his long, snow-white hair, and his resolute, chilling face—the old man, though aged, still exuding a murderous aura—suddenly opened his eyes and let out another sharp shout:

"Duke of Caster, you've finally fallen into my hands!"

Wellington!

The Duke of Caesar was horrified and took several steps back.

Behind her, the relentlessly pursuing Duke Windermere roared once more:

"Beach girl, run! Why aren't you running anymore? You think you can escape from under my nose?"

“Windermere, *Londonian Victorian swear word*, you almost became a widow like me, what do you have to be so proud of!”

Even though he lost the battle, the Duke of Castle persisted in his stern rebuke of the Duke of Windermere, despite being startled by the Duke of Wellington.

However, in this freezing weather, she rubbed her palms together and found they were already covered in sweat.

He's covered in sweat!

She couldn't run in the direction of the Duke of Wellington anymore. Luckily, the old man was too old to run and couldn't join Windermere in flanking her. Otherwise, she would truly have no chance of escape!

"damn it!"

Cursing under his breath, the Duke of Caesar had no choice but to change direction again.

This time, she made sure to look carefully at the road ahead. The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and ahead lay an endless snowfield with not a single living person in sight.

This time there will definitely be no problem!

The Duke of Caesar took off running. Perhaps it was because of the dream, but she ran with speed, with grace, and with the illustrious reputation of Caesar, until even Wellington and the Duke of Windermere behind her gradually disappeared from sight!

After such strenuous exercise, with wolves in front and tigers behind her, she finally got a brief respite.

He stumbled and fell to the ground in the snow, the Duke of Caesar panting heavily, but his face was full of a sense of accomplishment.

"Ha ha ha ha ha! Wellington, Windermere, you can't catch me! I'm the agile Felin from the mountains!"

Before she could have more time to process what was happening, she suddenly heard the rustling sound of leather boots on the snow.

The first thought that flashed through the Duke of Caesar's mind was, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"rustle."

I checked this road before I chose it, and there wasn't a single living person on it. I must have misheard those footsteps!

"Swish."

Don't scare yourself. You've already shaken off Castle, Windermere, and Wellington. Just sit here and wait for someone to come to your rescue!

"Shh shh shh—"

The footsteps stopped abruptly, and the Duke of Caesar lowered his head, looking at the shadows on the snow.

only myself.

As expected, it was all a feint. There was nothing there.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, raised her snow-covered head, and looked ahead.