People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Of course, Chen never cared about her friend's status. Whether Vina was the crown princess or not was irrelevant to her. As long as Vina was still willing to acknowledge her as a friend, she certainly wouldn't hold a grudge against Vina because of their different statuses.

However, she'd been in Shelag for several days and still hadn't seen Vina. Vina had been either in her office or discussing the airship performance with Christensen recently. Since her identity was revealed, the number of people applying to meet her had reached a new high, and Chen couldn't get a turn. She could only leave the queue hanging and wander around Shelag by herself.

This place is pretty good; apart from being a bit cold, it's a great place to relax and unwind.

On this journey, I unexpectedly ran into Ernst.

Ernst is easy to recognize; his photo is on the display board at the entrance of the Sherag government building, which Chen has certainly seen. Moreover, even without seeing the photo, the fluffy tail of the Shivaesh family is hard to mistake.

"It's not really shopping, I just came to take a look, in case something goes wrong," Ernst said with a smile.

Chen nodded: "Mr. Ernst seems to have plenty of free time."

Ernst was momentarily unsure whether Chen was being sarcastic or simply expressing his feelings.

You're really good at killing conversations, miss.

Chen, completely oblivious to Ernst's helplessness, continued:

"Prime Minister Ernst, is Vina alright lately?"

"Uh, is she alright?"

"Can I meet her?"

You... are really straightforward.

Ernst opened his mouth, hesitated, and finally said tactfully:

"You can ask her. She should be in the office today. You can ask Hinterlea at the front desk."

"Don't we need to queue?" Chen asked, somewhat puzzled.

Ernst said earnestly, "Queuing is what keeps those who need to queue away from others."

"We can't have a dying patient and a person with a cold waiting in line for a doctor, can we? If you have something important to do, you can go directly to her."

"Then I'll just wait in line," Chen Wei frowned slightly and said, "Thank you."

These words don't seem to make Miss Chen very happy.

Ernst was somewhat helpless. Chatting with Chen was more than twice as difficult as chatting with the Duke of Caesar. You simply couldn't imagine what the next sentence would pop out of that little head.

Pink Intestine Dragon, what a chat genius!

Ernst shrugged as he watched Chen Huijie turn and disappear into the crowd after saying goodbye.

After being disturbed like this, he did indeed lose much of his emo mood.

The commercial street was crowded today, and Ernst spotted several other familiar faces among them.

Let's go shopping and maybe buy some gifts. Even though Sherag doesn't celebrate Chinese New Year, that doesn't mean I can't.

"Um... um... what are you doing?"

A slightly awkward Victorian voice came from behind him. Ernst turned around and was met with a pair of rather exaggeratedly large horns.

"Mud howl?"

The purple-haired, horned Sarkaz girl, holding a dictionary, stared longingly at Ernst and said:

Is this Shelag?

"No, this is Xiuli Valley."

Chapter 285 Typhon, Kal'tsit: Take it off.

Shelag, Tukarim, Shelag Government Office Building, Ernst's Office.

Kal'tsit and Ernst, one on each side, looked at Typhon, who sat somewhat bewildered on the sofa. They exchanged a glance, and Kal'tsit spoke first, fluently speaking Sami:

"So, you're from Sami?"

Hearing the familiar dialect of her homeland, tears finally welled up in Miss Typhon's eyes, and her gaze towards Kal'tsit held a newfound warmth.

"Are you also a Sami? Which tribe are you from in our area?"

Kal'tsit was silent for a moment, seemingly realizing that the Sami girl in front of her was somewhat honest, and then gave Ernst an understanding look before answering:

“I am not. Theoretically speaking, I do not belong to any country on this land. The terms ‘country’ and ‘citizen’ cannot define my identity. If you need a code name to refer to me, you can call me Kal'tsit.”

Now it was Typhon's turn to fall silent. Her mind raced for a long time before she tentatively asked:

"So your name is Kal'tsit?"

"I'm."

Why didn't you just say so earlier?

Typhon was speechless. She had thought that Sarkaz Cyclopes like Elchi (Rin) were the most complicated and difficult-to-understand people she had ever met. But this appearance had broadened her horizons considerably!

Do people from countries other than Sami speak like this?

Seeing that Typhon was about to cause some unnecessary misunderstandings among the nations of the land, Ernst quickly said:

"Miss Typhon is a Sami, is she representing the Sami people at the World's Fair?"

After Ernst finished speaking, he glanced at Kal'tsit, who immediately translated Ernst's words fluently into Sami.

That's why he sought out Kal'tsit.

To prevent humanity from building the Tower of Babel, which would lead directly to heaven, God separated them using language, making communication an obstacle, and thus the Tower of Babel collapsed. Language barriers were a very difficult problem for Ernst to overcome.

Actually, Ernst now knows quite a few languages. Besides Kjerag, which he has been using since his transmigration, he can also use his Chinese and English from his previous life fluently after getting used to the pronunciation and grammar of Terra, although his accent is a bit strange.

In addition, he was also learning Letanian and Kazimierz. He was supposed to learn Ursus as well, but since Ursus did not attend the World's Fair, Ernst's "hello" was not of any use, which disappointed him. So he temporarily excluded Ursus from his studies.

Human energy is limited; he should focus his energy on countries that are more worthwhile to befriend. As for Ursus?

Ursus no longer exists.

As for Kal'tsit, Ernst had to admit that Kal'tsit was indeed a model of erudition. When Vina, Hinterlea, and even the usually omnipotent Horhaia all said they didn't know the obscure Sami language, Kal'tsit resolutely stepped forward.

He speaks Sami so fluently that you'd think he was some old Sami leader from Zheng'anma Banner!

Excellent translation! Love comes from Xiuligou!

As soon as Kal'tsit finished translating, Typhon shook his head:

“No, I’m not a representative of the Sami. Only Mother Anma can represent the Sami. I’m just a messenger. Elki sent me to Kjerag to deliver a letter. Is this really Kjerag?”

Kal'tsit's default translation.

Ernst nodded knowingly:

"This is Shelag."

"Didn't you say this place is Xiuli Valley?"

Under Kal'tsit's strange gaze, Ernst coughed awkwardly twice and explained:

"Ahem, accent, accent problem."

He quickly changed the subject.

Who is Elchi?

"My foster mother, a Sarkaz Cyclops, was a loner who always lived alone in a cave, but she was a very, very good person!"

Typhon explained, then noticed Kal'tsit's suddenly sharp gaze and asked curiously,

"Do you know her?"

Ernst, of course, didn't know them. She only knew a handful of Sarkaz, and among them, she could only consider Nasti the Banshee and Safar the Balrog as close friends. One was a friend, and the other was an employee.

The others were either like Logos of Rhodes Island—acquaintances who had met and exchanged greetings—or like Theresis of Londinium—those with whom they had a history of hostility and could be considered to know each other. As for the Sarkaz Cyclopes, they were simply known by name; no one had ever seen them, let alone known them.

But Kal'tsit doesn't think so.

When Typhon arrived, Kal'tsit sensed something was amiss. The giant crossbow on the little girl's back was clearly no ordinary object; the "demonic" aura emanating from it sent chills down Kal'tsit's spine, making her feel as if she had a fishbone stuck in her throat. Yet, Typhon herself seemed to be able to control the crossbow, showing no signs of being contaminated or collapsing, which prevented Kal'tsit from immediately suggesting that Ernst "dispose of" the girl.

And now, this matter has even involved the Sarkaz Cyclops!

Cyclops, one of the ten royal courts of Sarkaz. In the early years, because the Demon King of the Cyclops clan saw the vision of the "end of the world" through the Black Crown, the entire clan left Kazdel and migrated to the remote Samidonya Mountains. Since then, they have multiplied in the Samidonya Mountains. As watchmen, they are always vigilant against any unusual activity on the Infi Icefield.

Cyclops possess abilities that are considered bug-like even in Terra; they can foresee the future!

Although the Cyclops' foresight almost always resulted in tragedy, foreseeing the future is foreseeing the future. Cyclops don't even have the so-called "secrets of heaven cannot be revealed" restriction. If they want, they can tell everyone the fragments of the foreseen future, which is bound to affect the future development.

Many people say that once the ability to predict the future is spoken, it loses its effectiveness because once the future is known to people in the present, the future has already changed, so such an ability is meaningless.

But if you think about it carefully, isn't that the purpose of predicting the future?

The purpose of foreseeing the future is to change it. Surely no one is so bored as to foresee the future just to turn to the last page of a mystery novel and find out who the murderer is, right?

Since the future has already changed, the purpose of predicting the future has already been achieved, even if the changed future is not as you wished, it has still changed.

Therefore, Cyclops has always been a sought-after and honored guest of many nobles in Terra. Some unofficial histories record that before Emperor Corsica I of Gaul was in a disadvantageous situation in the War of the Four Kingdoms and was on the verge of defeat, he wanted to find a Cyclops so that he could foresee the future of himself and the empire. He wanted to reverse cause and effect by using the "concept of causality" that "speaking out the foreseen future will change the future" to reverse the fate of Gaul.

But the result was obvious: he did not find the reclusive Cyclopes, and the plan unsurprisingly failed.

When the allied forces entered Lingons, Gaul did not surrender. And now, Gaul is no longer on the map.

This Sarkaz court, which even the first Gallic emperor, the supreme ruler of the land, couldn't find, actually took the initiative to contact Ernst? They even sent a messenger carrying a giant crossbow tainted with demonic energy?

Kelsey didn't believe Ernst wasn't involved.

Why did Elki send you to Sherag?

Kelsey asked.

Typhon gave him a look as if he were an idiot, and emphasized it again:

"Because I have to deliver a letter! Because I have to deliver a letter! Because she received a letter from Shelag, so she wants me to bring her and Ektilnil's reply to Shelag!"

Kal'tsit: ".........."

Although she felt a little awkward being stared at by Typhon, Kal'tsit had long since passed the stage of getting angry over trivial matters.

She gleaned a crucial piece of information from Typhon's words: Ernst had written to Elki first, which is why Elki replied!

What? This letter is an invitation?

Yes, it's an invitation, a letter inviting Cyclops to complete the Pokédex. How can it not be an invitation?

Even if we take a step back and assume it's a legitimate invitation to the World's Fair, couldn't it include some other information? Without adding anything, how could the Cyclopes possibly receive it, take it seriously, or even reply?

Is the Cyclops really that free?

Kal'tsit's eyes sharpened, and she stared intently at Ernst.

You little rascal, I suspect you called me over here just so I could see your stamp collection!

Balrog, Banshee, Sarkaz, and now they've set their sights on Cyclops!

Each one was different, and each one was highly difficult to collect. Ernst didn't bother looking for the Blood Demon or the Little Devil, which were easier to collect.

What, you only play high-level matches? You only pull from limited banners?

Please, take a break. Otherwise, who will be able to tell the difference between Shelag and Kazdel? You're not going to make me form an alliance again, are you?

Kal'tsit felt she no longer had the energy. After all, her otherwise strong body had already been defeated in a one-on-one battle by a certain regent. With her current body, she really wasn't sure she could withstand what Jeragund had created.

The best approach is appeasement, focusing on keeping Ernst in control of the Sarkaz and preventing them from causing trouble.

Wait, how did I assume Ernst could collect Sarkaz?

Oh, it seems like my not agreeing won't make a difference; they've almost gathered half of the royal court already...

孽 孽!

Unable to withstand Kal'tsit's ever-changing expression and increasingly sharp gaze, Ernst spoke up to divert attention:

"Then... Typhon, where is the letter?"

Typhon blinked. Although he probably didn't hear Ernst's words, he understood what Ernst meant through his gestures and took out two letters from his pocket.

One letter, bearing the emblem of the Sarkaz Cyclopes, was clearly Elki, while the other, thicker and padded with a piece of bark, was likely written by Ectilnir, the one Typhon spoke of.

Ernst took the letter, and Typhon began to speak:

"Elchi said that if Ernst feels uncomfortable after opening the letter, he should close it immediately and leave the rest to me."

Kal'tsit, realizing what was happening, translated the sentence.

Ernst was somewhat surprised. What, was there poison in the letter?