People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ernst walked to the wall and glanced at the calendar.

It's been almost a month since Holhaya took leave, let alone seven days. Not only has she not returned, but she hasn't even sent a message from Colombia?

Even if the holiday were to be extended, Ernst wouldn't object as long as there was a reasonable explanation. But Horhyah...

This constitutes unauthorized absence from work!

A bad feeling suddenly popped into Ernst's mind.

Damn it, he was worried about this when Vina went to Lungmen for a visit.

The environment in Sherag is still too harsh. Even if Bobo came here, he would have to say, "I have so many similarities with the people of Sherag." Even if talented people like Horhaia and Vina came here on a whim, Ernst wouldn't be able to keep them here.

The only way is to be a ruthless boss, uphold the spirit of the industrial park, and do everything possible to prevent them from escaping!

Perhaps Vina's decision to return to Shelag lowered Ernst's guard, making him momentarily unaware that Horhaia might actually escape!

"You're so careless!"

Ernst stamped his foot,

"Damn it, how do I catch her... no, I mean, get her back to work?"

"boss?"

Before Ernst could think, Hintlaya's voice suddenly rang out from outside the door. Ernst blinked and replied:

"come in."

Hinterlaya pushed open the door and entered, immediately beginning her explanation:

"Boss, you're back! I didn't skip work. I went to the newly built plaza."

Ernst had no interest in catching Hinterlea for slacking off, since at least she hadn't taken advantage of his absence to go straight back to Casimir, had she?

Even if Run goes back, given Hinterland's current awkward position in Kazimierz, she won't be able to find a good job.

The business consortium wouldn't take her in, and the Securities and Futures Commission wouldn't recognize her either. Even if she wanted to go back to Marna, Hintleya couldn't come up with anything that could impress her uncle.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Ernst shook his head, indicating that Hinterlea didn't need to worry about it.

Hintelia finally breathed a sigh of relief and spoke;

"I just went to the plaza to supervise the unloading of goods on Rhodes Island with Lola and Miss Anmael."

"Rhodes Island is back?" That's a pleasant surprise. Ernst had thought that it would take at least a month for Rhodes Island to make a round trip from Sherag to Columbia.

It was completed in just over half a month. It seems Ernst underestimated the speed and capabilities of the land-based ships.

This thing is great! I definitely want to build one someday!

Now that Rhodes Island has returned, Ernst has some other ideas.

He had originally planned to take advantage of the opportunity to send Encia to the island for treatment of Oripathy and also to tour Rhodes Island. Now it seemed that if a round trip from Columbia to Sherag only took about half a month, he could probably go on a trip to Trimont along with Rhodes Island?

That's right, he plans to personally go and find his missing employee!

"Holhaya, you'd better really have something to say."

"If you're really absent without leave, I'll drag you back and I'll make sure to deduct a lot of your GPA!"

I went to the hospital this afternoon for an X-ray, and it turned out I had a fracture in my foot.

The doctor said thankfully there were no fractures and asked me what happened. I told him I fell down the mountain, and he seriously advised me, "You young people like to go hiking in those desolate mountains and such. Can't you choose a safer park or something to hike in?"

I was very embarrassed at the time.

Because I didn't climb any dangerous mountains, I even fell on flat ground while going down a ladder.

sad.

I'm taking a day off. The doctor said that after applying the medication, bandages, and splints, I need to rest for one to one and a half months. I need to be hospitalized for a week for observation. I'll update again tomorrow when I bring my laptop.

terribly sorry.

Chapter 174 Ernst: Holy crap, little boy!

Columbia, Rhine Life.

Parvis sat in his office, looking at the computer that Himer had opened—a computer that was no longer clean or secure—and felt somewhat annoyed.

His concern was not how to punish Himer, but how to meet Levy's demands.

A body powerful enough, but devoid of consciousness. Doesn't this mean Levi needs a corpse?

But where can you find a sufficiently powerful corpse?

As is well known, most of the powerful warriors in Terra are high in attack and low in defense. Even the Witch King, who was powerful enough to summon natural disasters and destroy the Gallic vanguard, was ultimately killed by a midnight duel between two people.

Everyone's combat power is quite exaggerated, but when it comes to defensive methods, they don't really have any famous moves passed down through the ages. If you had to pick out some physically powerful figures from among the fragile Terrans, Palvis could only think of three races.

The strong and not uncommon Vairvan race. The slightly weaker but very common Frozen-hoof race. And the strong and common Sarkaz race.

But to be honest, he really had a hard time finding the corpses of these three powerful figures from different races.

To be considered powerful and capable of bearing the Flame Demon, the body couldn't be that of a child like Ifrit. And where would he get the corpse of a middle-aged Vayvan, a powerful hoofed warrior, who died an unnatural death?

On the contrary, Sarkaz corpses that meet this requirement are much easier to find.

Because most Sarkaz do not live to old age.

However, Parvis has no intention of getting his hands on Sarkaz's body unless he's absolutely desperate.

That race is too bizarre. Often, killing one Sarkaz isn't the end of the story.

Palvis had heard ghost stories about Sarkaz back in Letania. It was about a mage who killed a Sarkaz during the day, and that night the Sarkaz's spirit came to seek revenge. He killed the Sarkaz's spirit that night, and the next day the Sarkaz's spirit returned.

Killing a Sarkaz is easy, killing a Sarkaz is difficult. Especially now that Palvis has officially come into contact with the Balrog fragment, he understands the true value of this ghost story.

A Balrog who has been dead for countless centuries, a fragment of his body still contains his will, and can even be used as the cornerstone for resurrection, to reshape a complete Balrog.

Sarkaz is truly bizarre.

He couldn't guarantee what kind of creature would be resurrected if he found a Sarkaz corpse and gave it to Levi.

"Ugh, this is giving me a headache. Levy has really given me a good problem."

With a long sigh, despite his troubles, Palvis did not lose his fighting spirit.

The fact that Project Balrog has progressed this far, from simply creating a bio-weapon using Balrog's power to resurrecting a powerful Balrog, is an unimaginable leap. As a researcher, Palvis is overjoyed!

If it weren't for his frail and aged body, he would have been willing to personally step forward and have the fragments of the Flame Demon implanted into his body, experiencing it firsthand and becoming the experimental subject of the greatest experiment of his life.

Oh, the frail body of a mortal.

"No matter what, we've come this far, there's absolutely no reason to give up halfway."

Palvis put down his black bean tea and stood up.

He planned to go and talk to Muirsey and Seria.

Of course, he wasn't so arrogant as to dare to make a move on the body of Director Seria, whom Christensen favored most. He went there simply to ask if Seria knew any members of her race willing to dedicate themselves to science, or if Director Muirsey of the Ecology Department knew anything about other physically strong races.

As he slowly walked out of the office and closed the door, Palvis glanced at the computer on the desk.

The computer screen remained lit; he neither changed the password nor shut it down.

"Click."

The door closed. Palvis turned around and, after taking only a few steps, "bumped into" Himer, who was holding a stack of documents, in the corridor.

"Hemer?"

Upon being greeted, Himer trembled like a startled winged beast. She forced herself to remain calm, raising her head, but her gaze towards Palvis remained somewhat evasive. She nodded respectfully and said:

"Teacher, where are you planning to go?"

"I'm planning to go talk to Director Seria and Director Muirsey about work. I don't expect to be back until tonight."

With a kind smile, Palvis handed his ID card to Himer and said,

"Please look after the lab during this time. If I'm not back by the time I get off work, please remember to lock the door for me."

Hemer was slightly taken aback, but then breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Director Palvis didn't notice her little tricks last night.

“Okay, teacher.” She nodded, looking sincere.

Parvis didn't say much, just nodded slightly, and then turned into the corner of the corridor.

Himer breathed a sigh of relief, stood still, and listened to Palvis's footsteps slowly fade away. He turned around, quickened his pace, and walked towards the office.

Director Palvis went to see Seria and Muirse today specifically to discuss the "Flame Demon Project," which almost confirms that she obtained the information from the "Tin Man Detective."

Sure enough, Director Seria and Director Muirsey were also involved. Although Director Muirsey, who was with her, claimed that she "didn't even glance at it, just handed it over and signed it," who knows the real story?

And then there was Director Saria. Hamer once thought that Director Saria was probably the only person she knew who would actually try to stop such inhumane experiments.

But now it seems...

Regardless, even without any supporters, Himer would do everything in her power to stop the experiment from continuing.

"Professor Palvis went to see Saria and Muerseth to explain that the Balrog Project may have made new progress. We need to find out immediately."

She silently defended herself in her heart, then quickly took out her ID card and swiped it to open the door.

"Authorization successful: Director Palvis, welcome back."

The smart door emitted a mechanical beep, and Himer entered the room. Directly opposite her, the computer remained in standby mode, like a songstress shrouded in mystery, her face half-veiled.

Himer stepped forward.

Outside the door, at the corner of the corridor.

Palvis walked back to his original spot at a leisurely pace, watching Himer resolutely walk into his office for the second time, his face showing neither disappointment nor anger.

He hadn't even considered punishing her as Levy had suggested.

He wanted to encourage her.

"Let me see your curiosity, Hamer. Let me see how far you can go."

...........

Shelag, Tukarim, Central Square.

When Ernst arrived, a large crowd of onlookers had already gathered in the square.

As the central area of ​​the city within the overall Tukarim redevelopment plan, the central square is now vastly different from what it once was.

The original muddy ground was covered with frost-resistant waterproof bricks, and the supporting shops and streets began to spread out in all directions like a spider web from the center of the square. Cold-resistant pine trees can be seen everywhere in the square as street trees, which are matched with some cold-resistant flowers that were lovingly cultivated and donated by Ms. Muirsey, the head of the Ecology Department of Rhine Life. The whole thing looks quite impressive.

It is said that Miss Muirsey once suggested building a fountain or similar structure in the center, but Ms. Nasty rejected it cleanly and decisively, saying, "Even a water sprite like you would be frozen if you came here, let alone fountain water."

Miss Muirsay was heartbroken for quite some time because of this.

However, even without the beautiful fountain, the central square has become one of the most popular places in Tukarim, and even in the whole of Sherag, besides Manjushri.

Everyone likes to see something new.

The people of Rhodes Island treated their fellow countrymen well. During the unloading process, Kal'tsit and Amiya hired many of their fellow countrymen, and their wages were not delayed. This made Ernst somewhat impressed, realizing that Rhodes Island was not the unscrupulous pharmaceutical company it was rumored to be.

Of course, there might be other reasons why Kal'tsit doesn't resort to tricks in this regard.

However, what surprised Ernst the most was not the dramatic change in the central square, nor the conscience of Rhodes Island.

It was when Ernst arrived at the makeshift recruitment shed on Rhodes Island that he saw this scene.

"I never expected to meet one of my own kind here?"

"A young Banshee Queen? Heh, it seems Rhine Labs needs to change its opinion of Rhodes Island."

"Ms. Nastya, and this beautiful young lady, what are you talking about?"

Upon hearing Ernst's voice, the two turned around simultaneously. Nastie smiled and greeted Ernst, but for some reason, her expression betrayed a hint of suppressed amusement.

“Welcome back, Mr. Ernst. I was just saying hello to my fellow clansmen.”

On the other side, a succubus, her eyes sparkling with affection, her every glance captivating, her every smile enchanting, yet dressed in a restrained black outfit, revealed an expression that evoked pity in those who beheld her, and explained: