People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ernst and Vina exchanged a glance and smiled without saying a word.

Some people are watching for fun, some are looking in the mirror, and some are looking in the mirror but still can't recognize who they are.

"In that case, it's settled then."

King Ivangelist XI nodded in satisfaction and looked at Ernst.

"The Lateran messenger is my life's work. If you have any letters that you need the messenger to deliver, you can give them to Mostima and have them relayed through Lateran's channels. We adhere to the principle of neutrality and still have some influence among the nations."

Ernst nodded his thanks: "Thank you, Your Majesty. Sherag welcomes the messenger from Lateran."

He stood up and formally said goodbye:

"In that case, we should probably take our leave now."

"So soon?" King Ivangelista XI smiled. "Don't you want to stay and rest for a few more days? There are still many classic sights in Lateran that you haven't visited yet."

What? Showing off your wonders to me?

Do I look like the kind of person you'd flaunt? So what if I have a little more money? What's the big deal!

Our Shelag has its own wonders too!

Look at the snow, how white it is! Look at the mountains, how high they are! Go ahead and knock on your useless Hanging Gardens. I was born with a golden kingdom!

snort!

Why does it smell a bit sour in the air?

Vina murmured to herself, somewhat puzzled.

If possible, she would certainly like to stay and play for a few more days.

There's no other reason than that the atmosphere in Lateran was simply too good. For someone like Vina, who had experienced both Roman life and the life of a beast of burden, she understood best the extravagance of the upper class and the struggles of the lower class. Even in Lentinium, the city of a thousand cities, life was not easy for people.

A place where everyone can have enough to eat and wear, and where everyone can live in peace and happiness, is truly attractive.

In addition, the wonders of Laterano and the city's appeal are indeed high, and the central gardens of St. Marso are truly spectacular and beautiful, making Vina and Daphne even more curious about the other well-known Laterano attractions.

But there was no other way; something happened at home, and I had to go back.

The story begins last night.

Ernst received a divine message from Jeragand from the Divine Stone last night. Actually, this isn't anything unusual. The great god Jeragand is approachable and likes to chat with Ernst and send him messages from time to time. Vina and other members of the Sherag government who possess the Divine Stones sometimes also receive calls of concern from the First Citizen.

This time was different. Yeragand not only didn't chat, but the messages he sent were unusually few, consisting of only a few words.

[Baby, you're furious! Return at once!]

Hey, Jeragund is angry! Ernst has only been away from home for a few days, what has he been up to?

Adhering to the principle that no matter is too small in Jelagand, Ernst had no choice but to abandon his plan to travel more at public expense... cough cough, visit for a few more days, and immediately prepare to return to Shelag.

Instead of going on a peaceful vacation, let's use our annual leave to organize a team-building trip during the next harvest festival.

As Fiamet walked out of the papal chamber with Ernst and Mostima, his head was still buzzing.

Something's not right. Have I forgotten something?

Chapter 237 Ya'er: My lifelong reputation! Holy Son, save me!

Shelag, Manju Academy, Holy Records Hall.

Ya'er stood in front of the gate of the Holy Records Hall, watching Actos weaving back and forth among a large pile of books, his face sometimes furrowed and sometimes beaming with joy. A rare hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

When Ya'er first heard that the Sherag people were going to build a statue for her... cough cough, for the great god Yeragand, she was very happy.

My son has grown up and become quite successful! All those years of raising him were worthwhile!

Of course, the benevolent, compassionate, and magnanimous god Jeragund wouldn't care much about a statue. Rather than spending a fortune on a large statue whose aesthetic value outweighs its practical use, Jeragund would certainly prefer to see more buildings like the Shelag train station rise up.

Putting everything else aside, even the great god Jeragund would surely find that building quite novel, wouldn't he?

Statues can be erected at any time, and Yeragand isn't without its own small statues; the Manjushri Temple houses quite a few, and the Kalan Trade also produces some related figurines for sale throughout Terra, making them a kind of Yerag specialty. But train stations are a rare sight; at least, the great god Yeragand certainly hadn't seen one before!

What? You're asking how Ya'er knows what Jeragund is thinking?

Ya'er didn't know; it was just what Ya'er thought.

Enya Shivaish, the saintess of Manjusaka and Ernst's sister, nodded, acknowledging Ya'er's statement.

But she quickly offered an explanation:

"But building the Jeragund statue isn't just about building the Jeragund statue. Ernst will also be undertaking a large-scale renovation near the Silverheart Lake, supposedly to create a... tourist area? That's what he said."

Enya recalled her conversation with Ernst when he last returned to Kjerag and visited the Manjushri Monastery to offer incense.

"In this way, more people can worship Jeragand, and people from other places can also feel the love of Jeragand."

I'm not that kind-hearted! This child is really something, always trying to flatter me!

Ya'er's eyes were almost crescent-shaped from smiling, but she still asked with concern:

"But, is Ernst's funding sufficient?"

“That should be enough.” Enya nodded. “Manju Academy will contribute some, the three major families will contribute some, and that guy from Kalan Trading will also contribute some. That should be enough. Rhine Lab’s offer isn’t that high.”

Kalan Trade had intended to independently bear the construction costs of the entire Yeragand statue, but this proposal was rejected by Miss Horhae.

Although Miss Quetzalcoatl was nominally penalized with a pay cut and a demotion by Ernst, and her power was far less than that of the prime minister's secretary who once held absolute sway, Ernst still gave her considerable room to maneuver in private.

For example, the current secretary, Miss Lavshini, is a person of quiet temperament and does not often handle affairs. Therefore, although she is only the deputy secretary, Horhaiya can still handle some things, but there is an extra step of asking Lavshini for approval.

Ernst only needed to explain a few key points to Lavshini before going out to ensure that no mistakes were made on critical issues, and the rest could be left to Horhaya.

He wasn't worried about Feathered Serpent causing trouble, after all, she was now truly without any connections. Columbia wouldn't take her, Melander dismissed her, and most of the Grand Dukes of Victoria had a fairly good relationship with Ernst. Even if she wanted to offer herself as a pledge of allegiance, someone would have to accept her first.

Besides, if she really befriends him, the one who will most likely take her in is the King of Hell.

How did the Snake Demon die in Calabash Brothers? I think she was crushed to death by a mountain? So, in Sherag, who is the mountain?

Jeragand warned.

Holhaya was also very honest and diligently managed all the government affairs while Ernst was away. She immediately noticed the problems that even Ernst hadn't had time to think about in his haste.

"The construction of the statue should be a joint effort by all parties in Sherag. The BOSS's idea of ​​not letting the three major families and the common people spend money is good. I can guess what the BOSS wants to do by building this statue, but it is a bit inappropriate that even Manju Academy does not contribute anything."

Manjushri Monastery is a religious institution in Sherag, a place where statues are erected for believers. It's somewhat inconsiderate to exclude even religious institutions from this list.

Manju-in's spending wasn't just about spending money; it was about demonstrating her stance and appeasing the veteran officials.

The administrative power has been stripped away by the government, and the right to interpret religion has been monopolized by the two saints. All that's left is this tiny bit of chanting and statue making. If even that's taken away, a starving dog might just jump over the wall in envy.

Therefore, thanks to Horhaya's mediation, the final situation has become what it is today.

The three families pooled their resources, with Kalan Trade taking the lion's share and Manju Academy contributing a token amount. The statue was built together, and the benefits were shared among everyone. It was all reasonable, and Enshiodis couldn't say anything.

Rich Snow Leopard has money but nowhere to spend it.

However, to everyone's surprise, the builder of the statue that Ernst chose before leaving was actually Actos Perroche!

It's not that Actos did a bad job in this position; on the contrary, he did an exceptionally good job!

After receiving Ernst's arrangements, Aktos, who had been touring the border regions for several months, was like a spring that had accumulated enough strength, and suddenly burst forth with unimaginable action!

At six in the morning, before dawn, he went to the Manjushri Temple and spent his days in the Hall of Sacred Records, diligently searching for records about the image of Jeragand. He did not leave until eight in the evening, when it was already dark.

This cycle repeated itself for nearly a month!

But that's not the scariest part!

The most terrifying thing was that the head of the Perroch family, who had always been at odds with Ensiodes Shivaish, actually lowered his head and begged Ensiodes.

“Ensiodis, I know you have no reverence for the great god Yeragand, but Yeragand's protection of us, Kjerag, is truly a great favor. I don't ask anything of you, just lend me your little brother Nosis for a while, consider it a contribution to Kjerag. I will report all the good deeds you've done to the great god Yeragand while I'm repairing the sculpture!”

Ensiodis's lips twitched, feeling that Actos was subtly mocking him.

Moreover, you can't say that. What do you mean by "I don't believe in Jeragund at all"? Is it a matter of whether I believe or not?

My brother personally had the great god Jeragund manifest himself, and even though I didn't believe it, I have to believe it now.

What do you think I agreed to pay a large portion of the money to repair the statue for? Just because I'm a kind-hearted brother helping Ernst?

You couldn't even fool Mandela with that kind of talk!

Enshiodes is helping himself!

Although I'm not entirely sure, the impression he left on Jeragund was probably, likely, possibly... not very good.

He used to disbelieve in God, so he spoke a little loudly and acted a little recklessly. But now that there really are gods watching over him, Enshiodis naturally wants to make amends.

What if you offend Buddha? Make a golden statue of Buddha for him. It's the same principle.

Ensiodis also harbored the idea of ​​improving his image in Jeragand's eyes. Although he didn't know if it would work or how effective it would be, it could at least comfort himself.

As for Actos's request to borrow people, Ensiodis didn't really stop him.

Considering Xiong Ge's "great reputation" in Sherag, his words just now should have come from the heart, without any sarcasm or sarcasm.

I don't know why, but I seem even angrier.

But Noxis still had to borrow it. The Edwis family of Noxis Edwis was responsible for organizing, preserving, and compiling books, and in a sense, they could be considered historians of Seraphim. The fact that Actos had searched through the books for clues about the glory of the great god Jeragund had long been known throughout Seraphim, so it was something Ensiodes had expected that he would come to Noxis.

Enciodes had initially intended to negotiate with Actos, to try and make a deal, to see if he could exchange Noxis for some benefit. However, to his surprise, Actos immediately became enraged the moment he made a hint:

"Ensiodis! Are you trying to stop this patriarch from erecting a statue of the great god Jeragand?!"

This huge accusation was too much for Ensiodes to handle. He could only quickly have his mace drag Nosis over and hand him over to Actos, hoping to get rid of this guy as soon as possible.

Actos probably didn't mean to label anyone. It's just that this move was a classic example of "a master of idiocy."

When chatting and doing business with Brother Xiong, loyalty, friendship, and responsibility are all fine, but never talk about profit. If you bring up gold, Brother Xiong will give you a gold ingot!

With Nohis's "cooperation," Actos's progress was much faster. Another half month passed, and he actually found a record of Jeragand's appearance!

[Solemn and dignified, wearing a jeweled crown, draped in celestial robes, and cinched at the waist with a close-fitting silk or brocade skirt.]

Her eyebrows were like crescent moons, her eyes like twin stars. Her jade-like face was naturally joyful, and her lips were a touch of red.

Holding these two descriptions of the god Jeragund, which his ancestors had unearthed from countless books, Actos immediately summoned the best painter in Sherag and asked him to paint a portrait of Jeragund based on these two sentences.

The painter was also a devout Jeragand believer. Upon hearing that he was to paint a portrait of the great god Jeragand, he immediately became energetic. For several days, he worked tirelessly, repeatedly contemplating the two sentences, and wielding his brush on paper. The studio was filled with discarded drafts. Finally, he poured his heart and soul into painting a portrait of Jeragand!

The person chosen, Yeragand, was kind-faced, elegant, and dignified, possessing a unique charm. He had almond-shaped eyes, silkworm-shaped eyebrows, a serene and peaceful expression, and lips that seemed to be parted but not quite, a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown. From afar, he looked like a god descended to earth; up close, he seemed otherworldly and ethereal! Even the elders of the Manju Academy, when examining him, couldn't help but feel their hearts pound with fear, and some even considered kneeling down in worship!

"Great painting, great painting! Let's build it according to this!"

Aktos was overjoyed and rewarded the painter handsomely. He also had the painting printed out in hundreds or thousands of copies using the photocopier at Shivaish's house. These copies were distributed to various places and posted everywhere for the clan elders to review and for the common people to view.

In no time, the great god Jeragand's fame spread throughout Sherag, and Actos truly stole the show!

Everyone was satisfied with the appearance, except for one person.

Ya'er stood at the entrance of the Holy Record Hall, repeatedly conjuring ice drafts in her hands, only to have them disperse and turn into ice dust each time.

He had been busy training the Balrog Ernst had brought back, and had paid less attention to the situation in Sheragne. In addition, Ernst and Horhyah had made thorough arrangements, and Actos had been working very diligently, so He had relaxed a bit and become a little negligent.

Who knew that yesterday, when He was sent down the mountain by Enya to buy supplies, He saw a group of villagers gathered in the square, surrounding a pillar, discussing something.

Out of curiosity, He went up to listen and then glanced at the names of the paintings posted on the pillar.

Five large characters, neatly arranged—

The Jeragund statue

I heard someone say their house was on fire, and a bunch of people were gathering around, so I went to see what was going on. When I got closer, I realized it was my house that was on fire, and tears just streamed down my face!

In that instant, Ya'er's young heart was greatly shocked. Many thoughts came to mind, as if a vast starry sky and an endless galaxy were rapidly changing behind her, and finally they quickly converged into a single thought.

How stupid I am, really!

In less than the blink of an eye for the behemoth, its reputation, built up over thousands of years, was completely destroyed!

It's ruined! Gone! How could Jeragund look like that! I disagree! Who are you trying to fool!

The end of the universe is Xianglin's Wife.

I'm so angry! No way! No way! If the statue is built like this, He will never be able to show his face again! It would be better not to build this statue at all!

But his opposition was useless; he was just a lowly head maid of the Manju Palace, his words carried no weight and were not to be taken seriously.

The chieftains of the three human races all agreed, the people of Shelag approved, the elders of the Manzhu Academy praised it, and the Holy Maiden had no objections. If you disagree, who do you think you are?