People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Before him stood a very familiar, imposing man.

He was dressed in a bright red nobleman's suit with gold trim, and a magnificent fur cloak with jewels inlaid at the collar draped over his back. The medals he wore on his chest reflected light so brightly that they almost dazzled the eyes. But what was most eye-catching was undoubtedly his long, fluffy hair that was as golden as the sun, and the Victorian Empire crown he wore on his head, with the jewel at the top slightly crooked.

Lying on the ground, staring at the figure, the Duke of Caesar's eyes were wide open, his mouth opening and closing without uttering a single word.

After a long while, she suddenly let out a relieved laugh:

"Hahahaha, my foolish brother, what, you've come here to seek revenge on me too?"

"Too bad, too bad. Windermere and Wellington can scare me, but your pretentious crown-wearing appearance can't fool me at all! Do you even remember who knocked your crown off and threw it into the mud?"

"it's me!"

The Duke of Caesar, supporting himself on the snow, slowly stood up, his face seemingly regaining its former confidence.

He sized up the silent man before him, sneered, and turned to leave.

However, their steps as they left were still somewhat unsteady and hurried.

Suddenly, the man wearing the crown spoke.

"Duke of Caster, is my head still here?"

"I've chopped your head off!"

Without looking back, the Duke of Caesar quickened his pace, almost running, trying to leave the area as quickly as possible.

"So that's how it is. My head is with you."

The man behind him spoke with a hint of understanding. Just when Duke Castle thought everything was alright, a golden shadow flashed past him and suddenly blocked his way.

The person who arrived was none other than Frederick III, the last emperor of the Victorian Empire and the brother of the Duke of Caesar!

Holding a crown with a jewel tilted in her hands, the Queen Victoria, who was currently enacting a headless horseman's tale, stared at the Duke of Kester with non-existent eyes, yet this made the Duke of Kester feel a chill in his heart.

She took two steps back, while the headless emperor in front of her took two steps forward.

She retreats, he advances.

She retreats, he advances.

She had nowhere to retreat, and he had nowhere to advance.

"What do you want to do?"

Finally realizing he had no way to escape, the Duke of Caesar questioned through gritted teeth.

The headless emperor before him seemed to have completely ignored the Duke of Caesar's question, raising the crown in his hand and extending it towards the Duke of Caesar's head.

Seeing this action, a sense of enlightenment appeared in the Duke of Caesar's eyes.

Is he trying to crown me?

The Duke of Castle felt a little more at ease. Compared to being chased by Wellington and Windermere, having his own brother deliver the crown he had always dreamed of to him and place it on his head made him feel somewhat at ease.

The former is still too scary.

She stopped running and lowered her head slightly to meet the crown.

But when the heavy, round object was placed on his head, the Duke of Caesar felt puzzled.

Why is the crown so heavy?

Why is the crown all wet?

Why does the crown smell so fishy?

She raised her head and looked at the headless emperor in front of her, hoping to find the answer in him.

But when her gaze fell upon that person, what she saw reflected in her eyes was not her brother's final appearance, but a face she knew all too well.

"If my head is with you, then your head belongs to me."

The familiar voice rang in her ears, yet she now felt several meters away.

The Duke of Caesar took a deep breath, raised his hand, and touched his head.

It was a brilliant golden mane, a face with distinct lines, a face she once loathed but now longed for.

The Emperor's face!

"what!"

With a startled cry, the Duke of Caesar sat bolt upright in bed. The first thing she did upon waking was to reach out and repeatedly touch her head. Not content with that, she jumped out of bed, rushing to the mirror without even putting on her coat, to examine her reflection.

A moment later, she let out a long sigh of relief.

Phew—she's still herself.

"Your Grace?" Hearing the commotion inside, the night watchman immediately knocked on the door to inquire.

The Duke of Caesars took a breath and replied, "It's nothing, just a nightmare."

She sat back on the bed, took a deep breath, and was about to go back to sleep when she noticed a water stain in a rather subtle spot on the sheet.

"Me...me?"

A series of emotions flashed through his eyes: disbelief, incredulity, utter shame, and finally resignation. The Duke of Caesar covered his burning face.

It looks like I won't be able to sleep tonight. Tomorrow I'll try to get rid of this blanket—no, this bed that gives me nightmares—without disturbing anyone!

She had no doubt that someone was behind this nightmare. There were countless sorcerers on night duty at Duke Castle's mansion, and any fluctuation of Originium Arts would attract their attention. Originium Arts that directly affected Duke Castle's bedroom would certainly not escape the heavy magic-suppressing restrictions and the eyes of the Originium Arts sorcerers.

If someone had truly cursed her, the guards would have rushed in and taken her to safety long ago.

With a furrowed brow, the Duke of Custer seemed to have thought of something. He tiptoed to the door and suddenly opened it.

The guards outside the door stared blankly at the Duke, who was acting crazy in the middle of the night.

"Your Majesty the Duke?"

"It's alright. Nothing's wrong tonight, right?" Duke Caster breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it wasn't Windermere or Wellington outside the door.

"No." The guard shook his head.

The Duke of Caesar nodded and closed the door again. After hesitating for a moment, he took a blanket from the wardrobe and made do with it on the sofa.

Outside the room window, in a place completely out of her sight, Ya'er, suspended in mid-air, smiled slightly.

Yes, the prank was a success.

It seems the Duke of Caesar had a wonderful nightmare!

My mind is clear!

...........

In the car.

Ensioudis and Ernst were still reminiscing about what the Duke of Kester looked like just now.

"The Duke of Caesar seems to be acting a bit strange."

"Did the great god Yeragand really appear last night?"

The two brothers talked back and forth, leaving the driver, Jian, completely bewildered.

What Jeragand? What miracle? What Duke of Kester's condition?

What are you talking about? What happened last night?

All she remembered was that she had a good night's sleep last night. She had a wonderful dream in which she single-handedly braved an avalanche on Mount Karan.

Although the final result was that he was buried by an avalanche.

But that feeling of adrenaline surging and teetering on the edge of death is truly irresistible!

If you have the chance, you should definitely try the real thing!

Meanwhile, Ya'er listened silently to Ernst and Ensiodes's praises, maintaining an inscrutable smile on her face.

It was worth all the effort He put in.

"I heard that the Duke of Caesar had a nightmare last night and even wet the bed!"

Ya'er said.

Ernst and Ensiodis exchanged a glance: "Is that so?"

"No way? The Duke wet the bed because of a nightmare?"

Where did you hear this news?

Ya'er stuck out her tongue: "I heard it from the maid this morning."

This is a lie.

But it didn't matter. Ya'er had calculated that Ernst and Ensiodes had already left the Duchy of Kester. Even if they had stayed there, such an embarrassing incident could not be verified.

In fact, Ya'er was well aware of this.

The water stains on the Duke of Caesar's sheets were caused by the melting of ice cubes she threw there while he was looking in the mirror in the morning!

This was, of course, neither necessary nor effective. The Duke of Caesar couldn't possibly allow this to leak out; otherwise, where would she put her face?

But the behemoth didn't care about that at all.

Not saying it doesn't mean you don't have it.

For Jeragand, to be able to orchestrate a grand spectacle that humiliated Ernst and still earn Ernst's high praise was simply too cool!

PS: This chapter is 5,000 words! Consider it a satisfying read for you guys! Lately, many people in the review section have been asking me what I think about being betrayed. Actually, I don't think it really counts as betrayal. I wrote about Rhine Lab's connection beforehand, and the Casimir conflict and Columbia's checks and balances on Victoria were also mentioned at the beginning of the book. The idea of ​​Kjerag building a high-speed warship from scratch in three years is indeed a bit abstract, but considering Ensiodes's almost entirely assembly-line approach, it's not impossible. But it's okay, the protagonist will definitely pull off something even bigger!

Chapter 172 Beach Umbrella Representative: Broken

Shelag, Tukarim.

When Ernst changed trains, he suddenly felt a sense of relief.

This special train from Shelag is no longer like it was when it was first built, empty all day long, shuttling back and forth across the snowfield.

The bus was bustling with people: employees from Rhine Labs in Colombia, scientists from all over Terra who had come specifically because they knew about Rhine Labs' "Dome Research Station Project" in Kjerag, caravans traveling between the Duchy of Windermere and the Duchy of Wellington, and tourists curious about this snowy land.

They arrived in these mountains, each carrying their own wishes. Looking out of the train window, all they could see was Yeragand covered in a blanket of snow.

Yes, according to the legend of Sherag, Jeragand is the foundation of these mountains. His body became the mountains, his tears became the Silverheart Lake, his breath became the clouds and wind, and his will protects the people who live on this land.

So, to put it simply, when you look up at the rolling hills of Shelag, it's as if you're looking at Jeragand.

"So, in the legends of Jeragund, Jeragund exists in this form?"

A scientist wearing a badge from the Columbia Beach Umbrella Biotechnology Group tapped his pen on his notebook as he looked at the train attendant in front of him, who was kindly introducing him to the local customs, myths, and legends of Shelag.

The flight attendant, dressed in a uniform that blended Sherlock and Victorian styles, smiled and nodded.

"Yes, sir, as you gaze upon Jeragand, Jeragand is also gazing upon you. If you pray to Him sincerely, He will bless you with a wonderful holiday."

"I see."

The scientist nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly put down his pen and asked with a curious look:

"Actually, I have another question."

The flight attendant bowed slightly and very politely: "Please go ahead."

"You say that the various parts of Jeragand's body transformed into everything in Sherag. Does that mean that your mythology actually implies that Jeragand is dead and has been dismembered and utilized by the early inhabitants of Sherag?"

As soon as the scientist finished speaking, an eerie silence fell over the carriage.

The flight attendant standing in front of the scientist was stunned. Her face first showed a look of bewilderment, and then she seemed to realize what was happening, her expression turning visibly angry.

"how dare you!"

"Lydia." A voice called out and a hand grasped the flight attendant's outstretched arm. The flight attendant, named Lydia, turned around. The person standing behind her was none other than Ernst, Enciodes, and their group, who were also on the same train.

The person who intervened was Enciodis. This train represents Karan Trade's largest investment in Kjerag to date. Now that they've finally weathered the difficult period and passenger numbers are gradually increasing, he certainly cannot allow any violence against passengers by the train crew.

"You can go to another carriage first."

Ensiodis looked at the little girl, who was somewhat upset and whose eyes were already brimming with tears, and sighed, trying to comfort her gently.

"But he actually..."

“I’ll handle it.” Enciodes nodded, indicating that she could rest assured, and at the same time turned slightly to reveal Ernst, Jian, and Ya’er’s figures behind him.