People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Perhaps it was the sight of the Holy Son, or perhaps it was the sense of reliability brought by the mace and the professionalism of the head maid of the Manju Academy, but Lydia pursed her lips, glared fiercely at the scientist, and then turned and left the carriage.

At this moment, the Colombian scientist who had remained seated motionless in his chair finally spoke with a hint of apology:

"I think I've upset that lady."

Ensiodis looked at him, first glancing at the name tag on his chest, then lingering for a moment on the few young men representing the Beach Umbrella Group, before shaking his head:

"No, sir. People like you who are setting foot in Shelag for the first time have this question."

"But for the Sherag people, Yeragand is a faith that has existed for thousands of years, the protector of Sherag from natural disasters to this day. Sir, would you allow the Victorians to make unwarranted speculations about your president in front of you?"

The scientist pondered for a moment, then smiled wryly:

"Perhaps I should go and apologize to that flight attendant?"

"No need. In her position, she should answer passengers' questions calmly and peacefully. Her loss of emotional control was inappropriate, and I will punish her later."

Enciodes nodded slightly to the scientist, then instructed the newly arrived attendant who had filled the empty carriage:

"Later, please serve this gentleman a complimentary beverage."

The flight attendant, unaware of what had just happened, immediately nodded upon hearing her supervisor's instructions:

"clear."

Ensiodes then nodded to the man again, before turning around and returning to his seat with Ernst and the other two.

He had just taken his seat when Jian, who was sitting in the same row as her, clicked his tongue in amazement:

"You really can tolerate this? Didn't you hear Yeragand's conversation from Ernst yourself? You're just going to swallow your anger and ignore that person's slander against Yeragand. Aren't you afraid that your god will punish you?"

Ensiodis sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose:

“I can only hope that He won’t. Now that outsiders are flooding in, there are countless people who don’t know any manners, and such offenses will only increase. If the great god Yeragand is really troubled by this, then I’m afraid I will suffer too much divine punishment.”

"Jeragand isn't such a petty god. And what that person said was quite interesting; I've never heard of anyone thinking about the relationship between Jeragand and the Sherag people from this perspective."

Ya'er blinked, which was considered an affirmation of Enshiodis's words in her capacity as the head maid of the Manjuin.

Of course, unlike Ensiodis's consideration of the future, Ya'er's concerns were just as He said.

Due to the limitations of the era in which the texts were written, the objective conditions of various aspects, and the limited understanding of the Sherag people at that time, there are indeed some contents in the records of Sherag's mythological texts that are easy to misunderstand.

The Colombian man, based solely on what the flight attendant knew, curiously raised a somewhat offensive possibility. Who knows, later on, people might make many more interesting conjectures based on historical records?

Yeragand... ah no, Ya'er is actually looking forward to that scene.

As for whether He will be unhappy about it.

He felt that He was quite magnanimous. It was just some content from ancient texts, written by the Sherag people with a sense of worship, the product of children's innocent words. How could He be dissatisfied with it?

She nodded with great confidence. Ya'er looked at Ernst beside her.

Ernst put his hands in his robes, clearly confirming Yeragand's intentions. After sensing that the divine stone remained unchanged for a while, he withdrew his hands, looked at Ensiodis with an expression that said, "I know you too well," and shrugged.

"You like playing the good guy, and now you want me to play the bad guy?"

Enciodis smirked: "I am the chairman of Kalan Trading, so of course I should prioritize profit. As for matters of dignity, of course His Excellency the Prime Minister should personally take charge."

"Heh." Ernst rolled his eyes.

This left Ya'er, who was standing to the side, completely bewildered.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Ernst turned his head to look at Ya'er beside him and explained:

"That person was clearly deliberately looking for trouble."

“Beach Umbrella and Rhine Life are absolute competitors in Trimont. The project for the Kjerag Dome research station was contracted to Rhine Life, which naturally makes Beach Umbrella feel nervous and dissatisfied. And that person is Beach Umbrella’s representative.”

"He openly wore his name tag in front of him, clearly looking for trouble. If I'm not mistaken, if Ensiodis hadn't made a move, and that Miss Lydia had slapped him, he would have been able to walk around Shalag with impunity."

A representative of a large Colombian company in Trimont, upon arriving in Sherag, was slapped by a Sherag resident simply out of "ignorance of being a newcomer." The slap itself wasn't particularly damaging, but if he were to take it too seriously, it would be extremely insulting.

This incident could have been a bargaining chip for him later when negotiating with Ernst to get involved in the Tukarim project.

Perhaps they couldn't participate in the construction of the dome research station entirely led by Rhine Lab, but Kjerag wasn't just about the Matterhorn. They could easily choose another mountain and develop a research station project like "Zenith" or "Sky Dome."

To be fair, this move wasn't particularly clever. But the beach umbrella representative clearly understood the psychology of the general public in Jeragund – you insulted Jeragund, do you want to hang yourself on the mountain for hundreds of years?

"From this point of view alone, he can by no means be called a 'newcomer who knows nothing about Shelag'. He clearly has a deep understanding of Shelag and the Shelag people."

A dragon isn't covered in G-spots... no, I mean, its Achilles' heel. If someone could pinpoint that tiny spot so precisely, Ernst wouldn't believe they knew nothing about dragons.

Even if there's only a one in ten thousand chance, it really was an accident.

Before Ernst transmigrated, there was a saying: When you're out in the world, don't talk nonsense. If your parents don't teach you how to behave, society will.

"I see." Ya'er nodded in sudden understanding, then pouted slightly, a little annoyed. "Then how should we punish him?"

“It’s simple. First of all, although it’s a pity, in order to create an image of unity and development in Sherag, I can’t embarrass my brother.” Ernst glanced at Enciodis, who showed a relieved smile.

Aren't you being a little too easily satisfied? Just how low are your expectations?

Ernst was somewhat speechless, and continued:

“I won’t change his decision. But I can approach it from another angle.”

Ernst raised his hand and pressed the service bell on the table. Soon after, a flight attendant arrived in front of Ernst.

Ignoring the shocked expression on the young lady's face as she saw her boss, His Highness the Holy Son, the head maid of the Manju Academy, and the big sister of the mace all at once, Ernst beckoned to her, signaling her to come closer.

"We did this and that..."

A few minutes later. In the train carriage.

Just as the beach umbrella representative was feeling slightly annoyed that his plan had been disrupted by Enciodes, he suddenly heard the train's public address system playing.

We haven't reached the station where we're getting off yet!

"Ding ding ding ding——"

"Good morning, passengers. This is the Shelagtukarim Special Line train. I am the chief purser of this train."

"A friendly reminder to all passengers: Kjerag is our home, and maintaining civility is everyone's responsibility. To ensure a pleasant travel experience, please refrain from smoking, running, or horseplay on the train, and please do not bring live animals onto the carriages. Please respect the local religious culture and customs of Kjerag, and refrain from insulting, cursing, or defaming Yelagand on the train..."

The beach umbrella represents a furrowed brow.

He suddenly looked up, and in an instant, several passengers in the same carriage turned their heads in unison.

Although the voices were not loud, he could still hear the whispers of these tourists from all over the world.

"Tsk, going on vacation and not respecting local customs, how ill-mannered," a soft female voice said.

“That’s why they say Colombians are so much more civilized than us Victorians,” said a tourist brought by the Duke of Victoria Windermere.

"They drove away a flight attendant, forced the owner to apologize, and even made an announcement to warn others. They really embarrass us out-of-towners!" said a tourist who was also from Colombia.

“I just saw his name tag. He’s an employee of the beach umbrella company, Columbia Beach Umbrella!” a voice that sounded remarkably like Ernst’s said.

A beach umbrella represents closing one's eyes and covering one's ears with one's hands.

This is trouble.

Not only has he not yet gained any leverage to negotiate with Sherag, he now needs to consider how to mitigate the potential negative impact this matter may have on the company.

Otherwise, he might be the one to be eliminated.

Chapter 173 Hurhaiya's GPA Points Were Severely Deducted

Shelag, Tukarim, government office building.

Although most of the surrounding buildings have been demolished, the government office building still stands there like a holdout in order to maintain the operation of government agencies.

Ernst felt a wave of warmth as soon as he returned to his familiar office.

With a quick glance, Ernst spotted Lavshini standing in the corner of the room, her chest rising and falling slightly, her expression serene, clearly already asleep.

To be honest, Ernst had been curious about this when he first met the Lafsini and Abrahina sisters.

How do creatures like Lafsini and Abrahana, with such a large, thick tail on their backs and such big horns on their fronts, manage to sleep?

The front corners would poke the pillow, and the back tails would lift the whole person up, which would definitely be very uncomfortable. Their tails also look bald and not fluffy enough, so they can't wrap themselves up to keep warm like Ernst did.

Now, the answer is right in front of Ernst.

Ernst walked up and looked you over, then nodded thoughtfully: "So you used to sleep standing up."

Speaking of which, the spot of light on Lavshine's chest is quite intriguing. A large part of the reason Ernst imagined Lavshine as a "human-shaped miniature furnace" was because of this strange spot of light on her chest.

Well, the small stove has an outer shell, but inside it glows and heats, just like Lafshine wears a layer of clothing on the outside, but inside her unseen body burns a raging fire.

The small furnace burns processed Originium, so what does Raphsini burn?

"Well--"

Perhaps Ernst's opening of the door disturbed her peaceful sleep, or perhaps, like most people, even with her eyes closed and asleep, she would still sense someone staring at her. In any case, Lavshini let out a suggestive whimper, raised her hand to rub her eyes, and slowly opened them.

"woke up?"

"Hmm...Eh?" Startled by Ernst's jump scare, Lavshini instinctively jumped back.

"Oh!"

A few minutes later, Ernst managed to comfort Miss Lavshini, whose head had made intimate contact with the wall.

Of course, it's meant to be comforting...

Ernst glanced with lingering fear at the large hole in the wall through which the bricks were now visible.

Girl, your physique is a bit scary, are you also a Wyvern superman?

Thank goodness you jumped backward. If you had pushed me or bumped into me, our bizarre little country of Shelag series would have truly come to an end.

"Who told you to scare me?" Raphsini pursed her lips, still feeling a little aggrieved.

Ernst nodded in acquiescence: "This was indeed my fault. But, Miss Lavshine, all I did was go on a long trip. Why are you looking at me like I'm dead?"

"Because Ahmoni said you might not come back."

Lavshini made no attempt to hide anything from Ernst. She blurted out all the gossip circulating about Ahmoni.

"She said you went to the Duke of Caesar's place, and the Duke of Caesar is a very wicked old witch. Someone like you, once you go there, is never coming back; you'll definitely be taken advantage of by her."

Well........

Ernst's eyelids twitched.

How should he put it? Should he praise Ahmoni for her vivid description of the Duke of Kester, or should he criticize Ahmoni for being too pessimistic about her own future?

However, it is undeniable that this trip to the Duke of Caesar's mansion was indeed exceptionally dangerous.

Putting aside everything else, the Duke of Caesar's invitation did not give Ernst enough time to prepare, as evidenced by the fact that he even had to choose his female companion at the last minute.

For the weaker party, attending a banquet without adequate preparation is somewhat like a trap.

I also have to thank Jeragund for protecting me, so that I didn't catch a cold like Kent Windermere on my way there and back.

That said, Ernst glanced around the office with some surprise, then looked at Lavshini and asked curiously:

"Speaking of which, hasn't Horhaiya returned yet?"

Lavshini's position as secretary was only temporary, during Horhyah's return to Colombia. If Horhyah returns, Ernst will certainly have to bring her back to her post.

It's not that I dislike Raphsini; in fact, the humanoid Little Furnace is very efficient. What's even more commendable is that she's the rare type who "does whatever Ernst tells her to do without ever asking any questions."

Women like Vina, Hinterlea, and even Al would question Ernst if he made decisions they couldn't understand or assigned them tasks they didn't comprehend.

But for some reason, Ernst always had a feeling that Lavshini was "like she had been trained." She didn't speak, didn't ask, and just got things done.

This kind of personality is truly rare.

But for Ernst, if he had to set aside his personal feelings for the small stove and choose between Horhyah and Lavshini solely from a work perspective, he would choose Horhyah.

A secretary who can offer valuable advice, share your burdens, and even solve your problems is indeed better than a pretty, human-shaped stove.

However, to Ernst's surprise, Lavshini resolutely shook her head when faced with his question:

"No, Ms. Holhaya hasn't returned yet."

"Hmm? That's strange?"