People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

But if she maintains her current level, she always feels that when it comes to these important national affairs, she won't be able to get a word in edgewise, and she'll be completely confused even if she listens.

She ultimately wanted to get things done, and Ning Ciqiu, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites, didn't want to be just a pretty face who knew and practiced etiquette.

Ning Ciqiu fell into deep thought, while on the other side, the Grand Tutor had already made a decision.

Sometimes, holding back for ages is less satisfying than just getting straight to the point. Ernst's words made things much clearer.

Ernst wanted the Yan Kingdom to send the unruly behemoths to Sherag, where they would be managed by Yeragand. The Yan Kingdom, on the other hand, hoped to rid itself of the behemoth threat and completely expel them from the Yan Lands. To some extent, their ideas were indeed in sync.

As for whether Yeragand can suppress the agents who split off from the year, this is not a problem that the Great Yan needs to consider. After all, Sherag is very, very far away from the Great Yan. Even if it cannot suppress them, and if Sherag has any problems, the Great Yan does not need to care too much.

Surely the old-fashioned films won't travel another 108,000 miles to come back and fight back, right?

Even if they were to fight back, it wouldn't be a loss for the Great Yan. After all, according to the original plan, the Great Yan was supposed to fight the Sui Pian. If the Sui Pian were to travel all the way back to the Great Yan to cause trouble, the Great Yan would have the advantage of being able to wait for the enemy to tire themselves out.

As for Sherag, they wanted to use the behemoths as their defense force. Of course, the Great Yan did not approve of this behavior. In their eyes, using the behemoths was tantamount to asking the beasts for their skin. However, the Great Yan was not arrogant enough to criticize Sherag.

I'm not a troublemaker like Victoria, interfering in other people's family affairs and giving bad advice, nor am I Ursus, playing the role of some kind of earth policeman to maintain what I perceive as order.

There's a lot going on in the Great Yan Dynasty. We've been holed up for hundreds of years, just wanting a peaceful life and not getting involved in your fighting and killing. We weren't interested in being this "instructor" before, and naturally we aren't now.

As for the giant beast re-education base, the Grand Tutor even vaguely felt that Ernst might not have planned to return the giant beast after the "education was successful".

However, that's for the best. The Yan Kingdom, which has chanted "Man will conquer nature" for thousands of years, is ironically the largest nation to have the closest encounter with giant beasts. If the young women are willing to return after their "education," the Great Yan Bureau will arrange for testing and monitoring personnel to systematically manage them. If they are unwilling to return…

That's fine then.

He had done things for the Great Yan for thousands of years, and the Great Yan could give him nothing in return, except for a life, which at least they could promise.

Moreover, the resistance to this matter would be immense. Putting aside everything else, if the Sui Pian were sent to Shelag, how would the Si Sui Tai, the special organization responsible for monitoring and managing Sui Pian within the Great Yan territory, deal with the situation?

Those who have already benefited from the status quo won't easily agree to something that would harm their own interests. Even if it's a form of nurturing an enemy to enhance their own prestige!

"I need to return to the imperial court to discuss this matter."

The Grand Tutor said solemnly.

Ernst smacked his lips.

This seasoned veteran, throughout the entire conversation, didn't reveal a single personal thought or make any promises until the very end.

Dude, I've already drawn up the pie and fed it to you, can you at least take a symbolic bite?

Ernst struggled to control his expression, finally managing a smile and a nod.

"Of course, it is only natural. I await good news from His Excellency the Grand Tutor."

Chapter 295 Yera: I Marked a Bad Guy, Level Three

Shelag, Tukarim, street.

Hadley walked ahead, with Manfred and Ersula following behind. The three strolled through what could be described as a bustling street; Hadley's pace was leisurely, while Ersula and Manfred walked rather quickly.

After turning another corner and arriving at a spacious square, Manfred finally couldn't hold back any longer. He rushed forward and blocked Hadley's path, demanding:

"Hedley, what are you doing bringing us here?"

“I’ll show you around Kjerag,” Hadley replied matter-of-factly. “Weren’t you here on Theresis’s orders for friendly exchanges? Isn’t it perfectly normal to experience Kjerag’s local customs and culture before engaging in any exchanges?”

"Hmph, are you playing dumb, Hedley? Can't you tell that I was...?"

"Is it just a pretense, a casual excuse, or a forced explanation?"

Hedley shrugged.

"Of course I know. But if I know, do you think Ernst wouldn't know?"

A slight, mocking smile played on Hedley's lips as he pointed to the sky, conveying a single message.

"Heaven is watching from above!"

Just as Manfred and Ersula were about to say something, as if to confirm Hadley's words, a small rainbow appeared out of thin air at the tip of Hadley's finger pointing to the sky, encircling his fingertip.

Manfred and Ersula fell silent instantly.

No, bro, I thought you were just joking, but you were serious.

Are you really going to watch?

Isn't your style a bit strange, you giant beast? Why don't you go to sleep? What are you doing here staring at us?

And what's with this rainbow effect? ​​How can a giant monster have a rainbow effect? ​​And it's so tiny, only the size of a fingertip—a veritable youthful version of a fingertip universe—a fingertip rainbow. What are you trying to achieve?

wrong!

Manfred frowned and asked suspiciously, "Hedley, is this your Originium Arts?"

Hedley, who had already turned around to continue shopping, paused, his face filled with astonishment as he turned back.

"what?"

"That little rainbow just now, that was your Originium Arts, wasn't it!"

"No........"

"Stop making excuses. Putting aside whether real behemoths would be so bored as to spy on us, their powers are capable of changing the world, at the very least, they are grand and awe-inspiring. Why would they bother with such trivial matters?"

"Especially since your rainbow is so small! It's so stingy. Even if you wanted to disguise yourself as a giant beast, you should at least choose something that looks more like one, right?"

Manfred spoke with absolute certainty, raising his right hand and pinching his index finger and thumb together, creating a perfect fingertip universe that would drive Koreans crazy with reports, right in front of Hadley.

Hedley opened his mouth, but was at a loss for words.

It wasn't because he guessed correctly or anything; he wasn't the one who created that thing in the first place.

His Originium Arts are just spewing black smoke, spewing black smoke. He can't even make black in all sorts of colors, let alone make some kind of rainbow on his fingertips!

W had complained more than once that his Originium Arts as a mercenary captain were just useless black farts. But now, thanks to Tommanfred, his skills had inexplicably upgraded, from black farts to rainbow farts.

Bah! What a load of rubbish!

Hedley said nothing, but gazed deeply and affectionately at Manfred, taking several steps back.

Manfred narrowed his eyes. He could certainly see the slightly pitying expression on Hadley's face, but he didn't quite understand why it appeared.

Could it be that the little rainbow just now was really caused by a giant beast?

That's not right either.

"What are you afraid of? Even if it really is a giant beast, attacking me just because of a few fair comments is a bit too petty, isn't it?"

Manfred added.

This time, Hadley retreated even faster, almost to the point of turning and running away. Not only Hadley, but Ersula, who was originally beside him, also chose to back down, and even reached out to stop the few fellow villagers who had noticed this and wanted to come and see what was going on.

"You can't go any further, it's too dangerous over there!"

"Young lady... uh, how old are you, and are you married?"

"What are you talking about? I am a Sarkaz!"

"So what if you're a Sarkaz? I'm still a Sarkaz, a Chollaz, a Meloz, a Tikkaz! Don't you understand what 'a large breast' means, young lady? We Sherag people love large breasts... cough cough, we're all very large breasts!"

“........” Ersula twitched her lips speechlessly, unsure where to even begin to complain.

"Did your Chinese language skills come from a PE teacher?"

The villager was taken aback, wondering why Ersula had suddenly asked this question. Just as he was about to answer, Hedley ran over quickly and greeted him, "Hello, teacher."

Ersula: "........."

Hedley glanced at Ersula, his face flushed, and he forced a smile, saying, "Hello, classmate, let's leave here first. There might be danger here."

"Danger? What danger?" The villager blinked. "Our Holy Maiden's head maid is here, I have to go and greet her. It's a matter of respect. Didn't you say, teacher, to respect teachers and value the Way?"

"I did say that, but..."

Hedley felt a slight ache in his teeth and couldn't help but grimace.

But did you notice how the head maid got here, and how she appeared behind Manfred?

"who are you?"

Another presence suddenly appeared behind him. Manfred turned around abruptly, almost instinctively drawing his sword, but ultimately restrained himself.

It wasn't that he didn't want to draw it, but the sword had already been confiscated.

Using the Root of Tikkaz here is clearly not a good idea. If it causes casualties, he might never be able to leave Sherag.

More importantly, Manfred was completely unaware of the presence of the person behind him. Until the dark-haired woman in traditional Sherag clothing revealed her presence herself, he was completely oblivious to her existence and had no idea of ​​her presence at all!

This had only happened to him when he first started practicing, and at that time, the person who appeared silently behind him was General Theresis, who was instructing him in swordsmanship.

Faced with Manfred's questioning, Al's face wore an icy smile that seemed to last forever:

“I am the head maid of the Manju Academy, the nanny of the saintess and saint’s son. You can call me Ya’er.”

"Don't worry, don't be nervous, don't be afraid."

"I was just bored, so I came out for a stroll and suddenly found someone criticizing my Yeragand for being petty and complaining that Yeragand's miracles were not beautiful enough, so I couldn't help but come and argue back."

Manfred's expression had frozen, his pupils filled with horror.

You, what you're saying, you're using all my words!

How long have you been listening to this? No, to say you've been doing it out of boredom means you've been watching me from the very beginning, haven't you?

Why didn't I realize that Sherag was full of hidden talents? Besides that woman who immediately shouted "Fighting, so exhilarating!", there were other masters there?!

If when dealing with the mace, there was a situation where he didn't want any bloodshed in Seragh and therefore only parried and deliberately avoided fighting, then this time, he was paying attention to the surrounding situation at all times and observing the hostility of the people around him towards Sarkaz, but he didn't notice anything until the woman in front of him suddenly appeared!

Am I just too bad, or is Sherag's fighting power too strong?

Suddenly feeling a little doubt about his own abilities, Manfred swallowed hard and looked at the woman in front of him:

"Well then, Lady Ya'er, what brings you here? I am merely a tourist here for friendly exchanges with the beasts of Kerrig. If my words just now offended the behemoths of Kerrig, please forgive me."

"Giant beast, giant beast! We were clearly sculpted specifically for humanoid characters..."

Muttering a somewhat melancholic remark, Ya'er pouted and gave Manfred a cold glance, the person Ernst had asked her to monitor, before saying...

"It's nothing, I just came to give you, this tourist, a gift."

"Gift?"

Manfred became wary and was about to refuse when he heard Ya'er nod and say:

"Okay, it's been delivered. I'll be going now."

She turned and left without the slightest hesitation, leaving Manfred standing there, stunned.

Has it been delivered? Where?

He frowned, turned his head, and looked at Hadley and Ersula, who had retreated to a distance, but saw a suppressed laugh on their faces.

What happened?

Manfred walked toward the two people in the distance. Behind him, a large light effect of the word "Bad Guy" was stuck to his back like a child's prank sticker.

Chapter 296 The First Behemoth Tea Party in Sherag (4200)

Shelag, Manju Academy.

Clocks symbolize time, and time is the power of [Time Order]. The will of [Time Order] permeates every clock in Sherag, and theoretically, it can appear anywhere as long as the flow of time continues.

However, [Time Sequence] is certainly not so free, or rather, it does not have the same interest in humanity as Jeragund. The long passage of time has made it realize a truth—the excitement belongs to others, I can only sleep.

But recently, after arriving in Shelag, He developed a rare and unusual interest. This interest stemmed not from anything else, but from a curiosity about the various behaviors of His fellow countrymen living in Shelag.

"Yeragand, what are you doing?"

The sound of "Time Sequence" suddenly rang out from the newly hung clock in the main hall of Manju Temple. However, the Sherag people who were praying, cleaning, and maintaining order in Manju Temple at this moment seemed to ignore the sound and did not react in any way.

Giant beasts naturally have their own ways of communicating. Just as a beast lord can freely decide who can see him and who cannot, time can also cleverly conceal its voice.

Just because an ordinary person can't hear it doesn't mean that someone standing next to Enya, with slightly unfocused eyes as if lost in thought, can't hear it.

Sensing the emergence of a second force within the main hall, Ya'er immediately shifted some of her attention back to it. Upon discovering it was [Chronology], she breathed a slight sigh of relief and replied:

"Practicing writing."

"Hmm?" Enya, who was standing to the side, turned her head to look at Ya'er with some confusion. "What? What about writing?"

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