People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

“It’s a snow mountain beast!” Ernst shrugged and replied.

Enya immediately pictured the large, honest-looking snow mountain beast that the Sherag people now used as a mount, a cargo carrier, and a good friend, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Why is the Snow Mountain Beast called that?

"Because this is a record of our ancestors' descriptions of the herds of wild snow-mountain beasts that existed thousands of years ago when they first came to this blessed land of Yeragand."

Ernst Road,

"People's attitudes toward the same thing differ across different eras. Thousands of years ago, we feared the beasts that carried us across the snowy mountains, but now, these beasts are indispensable helpers and friends in our lives. Similarly, if we use today's standards to consider the descriptions of the face of the god Jeragund from thousands of years ago, is what we draw truly the face of Jeragund?"

Enya pursed her lips, her brows furrowed tightly, and she nodded thoughtfully.

Ernst makes a good point. The ancient texts record the descriptions of the god Jeragund by the Sherag people thousands of years ago, but what were the aesthetic standards of the Sherag people thousands of years ago? Who can say for sure now?

The Great Yan Dynasty had an aesthetic shift from valuing strength and robustness in ancient times to valuing slenderness and delicateness today. Hasn't Xie Lag also experienced this shift?

If the aesthetic standards of our ancestors thousands of years ago haven't changed much from what they are now, then that's fine. But what if their aesthetic standards were rather unconventional, for example, if everyone was a furry enthusiast? Then the descriptions of Jeragund's image recorded in ancient texts would be completely different from the Jeragund portrait painted by Aktos!

What if, when the statue is completed, it is discovered that the great god Jeragand does not recognize who the person on the statue is? Will He misunderstand that Sherag worships another god and that He has unknowingly been mistaken for a minotaur, thus provoking His endless wrath?

Wouldn't this also be considered blasphemy?

Enya felt something was wrong the more she thought about it, and asked anxiously:

"What should we do? Construction on the statue has already started; we can't stop it now!"

"We don't have any experts who specialize in studying the aesthetics of the ancients, nor do we have any people who have lived for thousands of years. Who could really know what the great god Jeragund looked like...?"

She seemed to realize something halfway through her sentence, her voice growing softer and softer until finally, she suddenly understood:

"It seems there really is?"

Yes, there really is!

Ernst and Enya simultaneously looked up at the Jeragand Stone enshrined in the main hall of Manjusin.

It might not work elsewhere, but in Shelag, why not just ask God directly about this kind of thing?

Enya breathed a long sigh of relief, gave Ernst a thumbs up, and then called to Ya'er to start preparing the incense, candles, and other items needed for the impromptu invocation ceremony.

Ya'er turned around from her stunned state, her mouth slightly open, responding somewhat sluggishly to Enya's call, but she still couldn't help but cast her gaze at Ernst, who was standing motionless to the side.

And this time, her small turn of the head caused her gaze to collide with Ernst's in mid-air.

The next second, Ernst gave him a knowing smile, raised his hand, pinched his index finger and thumb together, and raised the other three fingers, giving her an "OK" sign.

Get it done.

Ya'er was jolted, even her footing faltered. Her gaze towards Ernst shifted from confusion to surprise, then to a blush spreading across her cheeks. She was almost too shy to resist the urge to create an active volcano in Kjerag, and her hands nearly betrayed her, revealing traces of magic.

But in the end, she bit her lip, gave Ernst a bewildered look that said "I don't know anything," and then quickly caught up with Enya as if she were fleeing.

Ernst winked from behind.

Ah, I just don't want to admit it.

This was somewhat expected, after all, it was a gentle deity who had opinions about his own statues but was afraid of hurting the children's feelings, so he was unwilling to speak openly and could only seek help secretly.

If someone is directly exposed and called out, they'll definitely feel shy or resentful.

Forget it.

Ernst didn't feel the need to dig deeper or expose Al's identity.

Since it was the will of the great god Jeragund, he simply and decisively "erased" the memory of this afternoon, treating it as "nothing was found".

Gangmen!

Chapter 243 The Snow Leopard Laughs, Tax Rates Unpredictable

Shelag, Manju Academy.

"What are you doing here, Ensiodis?"

The familiar and pleasant voices roused Enciodes from his reverie. Looking at the young man and woman before him, Enciodes had a feeling that some conspiracy was quietly unfolding somewhere he was unaware of.

What's Ernst doing here? And even if Ernst is here, how long has he been here? Why is Enya all smiles and clinging to him so happily? Oh, is she always like this? Never mind then.

Unable to accurately describe the source of his anxiety, Enciodes could only put it aside for the time being and turn his attention to another topic.

"Your Holiness..."

He had barely opened his mouth, before he could even utter a word, when a strong, powerful hand gripped his arm tightly, conveying its owner's warning and resistance.

Ensiodis turned his head slightly, looking at the mace beside him with some confusion, as if hoping she would give a reasonable explanation for her inappropriate behavior.

But Jian simply shook his head seriously, emphasizing and reminding him with utmost sincerity:

"Don't answer, don't answer, don't answer!"

The same answer was given three times in a row. Jian's expression was as if she were facing a formidable enemy, as if the reflection in her pupils was not Enciodes, but a certain Liberian technology executive, Nosis Edwis.

What does this mean? Why am I making this strange connection?

Sweeping away the hesitation and doubt that had flashed through his mind, Enciodes turned around and, with a look of utter despair in his eyes, asked loudly in a voice that seemed to say even in death, nailed to a coffin, and about to decay:

"Your Holiness, thank you for your kindness. You look quite well, and you've gained a lot of weight since the last time I saw you."

Enya's already displeased expression froze. Ernst and Jian both shuddered, looking at Ensiodes with horror, and involuntarily moved a few steps away from him.

"I'm here on important business. May I come inside to discuss this further? Or do you feel uncomfortable having Prime Minister Ernst here?"

A hint of anger flashed across Enya's face. What did he mean by that? Everyone in Sherag knew that she and Ernst had a good relationship. Was Ensioudis being sarcastic?

"Don't worry, it's a good thing he's here. This matter was originally related to him anyway, so it's better than me going to find him alone."

Ernst sighed. There was no hope. They could only wait to die.

In just three sentences, I accurately stepped on countless landmines of the saintess. Hello everyone, I am Cheese Snow Leopard Enshiodis, who is an expert in human nature. Next, I will teach you how to dance ballet in the landmines!

Enya's face darkened almost instantly, and that wasn't even the limit. With each sentence Ensiodes spoke, Enya's face would darken even more than before. And when Ensiodes finished speaking and looked up, a brightly polished golden bell had already appeared on his forehead.

Along with it came Ya'er's soft whispers as she handed over the bell, which floated into Enya's ear.

"Go easy on me, I won't stop you this time, hit me hard!"

A gentle rebuke is polite, not stopping you is your stance, but beating someone hard is driven by personal grudges.

Natural deterrence!

"clang!"

A moment later, at Manju Academy, in the Hall of the Holy Maiden.

Clutching the large bump on his forehead, Enciodes glared angrily at the indifferent, aloof Jian beside him, then glared furiously at Enya, who had launched the surprise attack, and Ernst, who was watching the show. Finally, in a fit of rage, he snapped!

There was nothing he could do; he needed their help. He could leave right now, but the endorsement deals and all that would be gone.

One can't turn down money. Tourism is the future pillar industry of Shelag, and Karan Trade must occupy a dominant position within it to ensure the company's continued prosperity. For the company's future, this president would rather endure humiliation and be beaten than suffer a beating; he'd even endure humiliation and become the Duke of Caesar's lover, leaving Nosis a widow in name only!

The premise is that you give enough!

What angered him was that just now, his highly paid bodyguard was standing right next to him, his brother and business partner was standing opposite him, and his sister, who represented the order of the Manju Institute, and the head maid had used personal violence against him in full view of everyone, and not a single person had spoken up to stop it!

Is there any king law?Are there any laws?

Under the Jeragand Stone, aren't you afraid of being targeted by Jeragand for doing this?

Yeragand: "I just agreed."

Ensiodis, of course, couldn't hear such a divine oracle; he merely snorted coldly and continued:

“Enya, Ernst, I’ve come on business.”

He briefly recounted his plan of "gacha pulls, blind boxes, and brand ambassadors," immediately causing the others in the room to frown in unison.

Enya was the first to frown. Although she hadn't encountered the concepts described by Ensiodes, the details weren't difficult to understand. What Enya truly resented was having her image used as a selling point, printed on blind boxes and card covers, accompanied by the phrase "Saintess Selection."

It's weird, I feel a bit awkward and resistant.

For someone like her, whose thinking leans towards the conservatives, there is only one image of Sherag that can be printed on the cover: the great god Jeragand.

On the other hand, Ensiodes spoke with great conviction, as if the job could indeed have considerable potential for development and profit, which made Enya somewhat tempted.

In the past, she certainly wouldn't have cared about money. The expenses of Manju Academy were now paid by the Sherag government, and they lived quite comfortably, so she didn't have to worry about funding at all. But after the statue fundraising incident, Enya's thinking began to change somewhat.

As a religious institution in Sherag, Manjushri Temple is responsible for raising funds for the construction of a statue for the god Jeragand, yet it can only contribute a small portion of the funds, which is truly unreasonable. The limitation imposed on Manjushri Temple is not Horhyah's allocation plan, but rather its own financial resources.

Therefore, if possible, Enya also wants to generate some revenue for Manju Academy, at least to ensure that Manju Academy can occupy a more significant portion next time such a situation occurs. To be a wealthy tycoon.

The reason for Jian's frown was her doubt. When Ensiodes was explaining the plan, she felt at least three different forces in the room, and each of them was not to be underestimated.

This shocked her. What was going on? Was Manju Academy really full of hidden talents?

No way? There are other experts? Could the elder sweeping the door actually be the retired patriarch of some powerful family? And the head maid who usually does odd jobs is actually a legendary master? Could this be the kind of script she's been given?

However, when Jian carefully observed the reactions of the others, she could not detect anything unusual on their faces. It was as if she was the only one who felt this "powerful aura".

Strange!

Ya'er is not human, that's all.

Ernst frowned, not so much concerned about whether or not to do it, but rather why Enciodes would suddenly have this idea.

Blind boxes, gacha pulls, and the celebrity effect generated by spokespeople—does this whole strategy make money? Absolutely. Ernst's business model in his previous life was essentially the same, just with countless variations.

The problem is, Snow Leopard, I like your idea, but it seems like I'm not involved in what you're saying.

If we're talking about spokespeople, the Saintess alone is enough; even adding him wouldn't significantly increase popularity. Conversely, the same applies. But Ensiodis's first reaction was to seek out Enya, which is quite intriguing.

You two don't get along, but you'd rather have her endorse your product than me. Is it because you think women have a stronger consumer appeal?

Based on your recent statement that offended Enya, I reasonably suspect that you don't actually think that way.

Hmph, you wanted to do it secretly without me knowing, but I caught you red-handed, didn't you!

Ernst smiled, the tax rate was unpredictable.

With a quick thought, Ernst had already calculated it.

"That's a good idea. We can try it out first and see how it goes."

Which area of ​​Shelag currently attracts the most tourists?

Ernst asked.

Ensiodis frowned slightly and replied, "The first is Tucarim, and the second is the Perroch family's territory."

Tukarim, as the starting and ending point of the Kjerag snow train, is naturally the most popular spot for tourists. However, those who truly love the Kjerag landscape and wish to delve deeper into the snowy wonderland often choose the Perroch family's territory. This area, mostly valleys, plains, and lakes, boasts beautiful scenery and a more pleasant climate compared to the other families' territories. The scenery of Lake Silverheart, both frozen and thawed, offers a completely different and magnificent spectacle.

Ernst nodded: "In that case, how about we conduct a pilot program on the Perroch family's territory?"

Since this is a pilot program, it certainly can't be chosen directly in Tukarim, which could potentially shake the very foundation of the operation. Ernst's suggestion to choose the Perroch family's territory, while possibly causing some trouble for the Karan trade, is understandable.

Enshiodis only pondered for a moment, and after receiving Ernst's promise that "the pilot project will be implemented by Kalan Trade, and the government will only be responsible for supervision," he agreed.

As long as he has the initiative, that's fine.

But why do I always feel like I'm overlooking something?

Unable to find a solution to his doubts, Enshiodis had no choice but to set aside them for the time being and began to discuss the second matter.

"Your Excellency, does Manju Academy have suitable clothing for the sword-wielding Sherag?"

Enya was slightly taken aback, looking at Ensiodes with disbelief for a moment before finally regaining her composure and nodding.

"I'll go look for it; it should be there."

Chapter 244 Only the profound joy of regaining what was lost

Shelag, Tukarim, Shelag Government Office Building!

The day after Ernst visited the Manjusaka Academy.

Latatos, summoned by Ernst, knocked on the door of Ernst's office. After receiving a response from the person inside, she pushed the door open.

The Prime Minister's office has undergone a dramatic transformation compared to not long ago. Not only is it significantly more spacious and grand, but the furniture has also been completely replaced with brand-new pieces custom-made by the Sherrag Furniture Factory. Sofas, coffee tables, bookshelves, filing cabinets—everything is there. The desk and chair are crafted from the finest wood, reportedly requiring the felling of more than one century-old tree. Of course, the most striking feature is the small meeting room created by partitions separating the entire room.