People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Could you explain the purpose of your visit to Shelag?"

Ya'er's voice rang out again, interrupting Sami's rich inner thoughts and emotional reflections. Sami's attention returned to the tea party in front of him. The letter was silent, and there were no pens around, but the several non-human beings present unanimously noticed that the handwriting belonging to Ektilnir, the Snow Priest of the Tree Scar Tribe, on the letter was slowly disappearing. The ink seemed to undergo some kind of magical change on the paper, first peeling away from its original position, mixing together in mid-air, and then returning to the letter, transforming into a tool for expressing the will of the giant beast Sami.

"Something happened."

Two very short words, so short that even Gawain, who had gathered around to watch, and the Time Watch, which was perched on Gawain and grooming its wet casing with its mane, were somewhat speechless. Not to mention Jeragand himself, the one who asked the question.

Ya'er's expression froze for a moment, as if she was waiting for Sami to continue, but after waiting for a long time, Sami did not write another word on his letter.

He then realized that Sami's answer was over.

Yeragand felt a wave of confusion wash over him.

That's it? That's all? Just this little bit?

Weren't you deep in thought just now? Why did you suddenly stop talking? Could it be that you were simply spacing out just now?

Unable to understand Sami's meaning, Ya'er could only ask again:

"What's your business?"

"Look at people."

“…” A vein popped out on Ya’er’s forehead as she continued, “Who are you looking at?”

"Typhon".

"why?"

“Anma, let’s go.”

Can you speak a little faster?

"why?"

The giant beast Sami uttered three words, vividly expressing the doubts in its heart.

Ya'er opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Why? Why do you say?

Although Ya'er hadn't studied journalism, she knew that the way she and Sami were communicating now didn't feel like they were chatting casually at a specially created, relaxed, and pleasant afternoon tea party. It was more like the interrogator Yeragand sitting on the other side of the interrogation table with a whip in hand, shining a blindingly bright light directly into Sami's face, and forcing Sami to "tell everything he knows" in a dangerous tone!

If those human journalists find out, know about, and adapt this, then who knows, Ya'er might see reports of her "workplace bullying" on the front page of newspapers, magazines, and every media outlet she can find next month... no, next week, or even tomorrow at the earliest!

How could I, such a kind and benevolent god, suddenly become a heartless interrogator?!

However, Ya'er had to admit that although Sami's way of speaking was abstract, he did answer every question, effectively ensuring the efficiency of the question-and-answer session. To some extent, as long as Ya'er could keep asking questions, at least until Sami or her side got tired of it, their question-and-answer game could continue indefinitely.

After several more rounds of questions and answers, Ya'er finally understood Sami's purpose for coming.

Yeragand didn't know what was going on with Sami, but it was as if Sami was a mirror image of Sherag. Sherag's situation was almost the opposite of Sami's.

The Sami people suffer from natural disasters, foreign invasions, and internal conflicts about migration and fighting to the death, while the Sherag people do not.

Sami also has behemoths and beast lords, but in Sami, Anma's presence is more significant and her status seems higher than that of Sami's grandfather's spirit. In contrast, in Sherag, Ya'er is dominant, while the beast lord Gawain is merely an old man who comes to "beg" (or trick) for protection (and food). He also has four principles for not doing certain things: 1. Don't do things that are too troublesome, because you won't solve them. 2. Don't do things that are too simple, because anyone can handle simple tasks, and there's no need for a beast lord like him to go through the motions. 3. Don't do things that waste too much time, because they interfere with sleep. 4. Don't do things that are too short, because with such limited time, you can't produce anything worthwhile, so it's better to continue sleeping.

This time, simply put, He was summoned by the Beast Lord Anma.

Miss Typhon was a well-known figure in Anma's eyes, and the heavy crossbow on her back indicated that she had a very long story. This time, she was assigned by the Cyclops Elchi to deliver a message to Kjerag. It was a small matter, but Elchi, who liked to play tricks, put a leaf that had been transformed by a demon in the letter.

While this thing wasn't as troublesome as the "Rootless Flower" that Anma had been constantly wary of, it was still something inextricably linked to evil. After Typhon left, Anma, who had been acting as a firefighter and snowball master in various places in Sarkaz, suddenly realized that the little Karami he had his eye on... cough cough, it should be little Sarkaz had embarked on a journey with something dangerous.

Although the Demon Grass is not as deadly as the Rootless Flower, it can still cause some unnecessary trouble if handled improperly. In particular, since Sherag is located at the border of three great nations, if this place is corrupted and occupied by demons and then spreads outward, the situation will definitely become uncontrollable.

To prevent this from happening, Amma called upon Sami and asked Him to keep an eye on Typhon.

But what you don't know until you look closely is shocking; Sami naturally noticed Ernst opening the envelope.

To be honest, if Kal'tsit, Typhon, or Jeragund hadn't intervened, He really would have. But before He could even make up His mind to do so, Ernst acted as if nothing had happened and withdrew his hand when he touched the demon grass.

The ever-spreading micro-pollution seemed nonexistent to him. Keep in mind that this "micro" is from the perspective of top-tier behemoths and beast lords like Sami and Anma. But for frail humans, such pollution was enough to instantly collapse their resistance, causing their entire bodies to begin to crumble.

This situation naturally piqued Sami's interest.

He wanted to keep an eye on Ernst as well as Typhon and the demon grass.

The reason He came to this tea party was because He was polite and knew that when you're out and about, if you're eyeing someone else's child, you should at least say hello first, otherwise you might be mistaken for a child trafficker.

Ya'er was stunned by the answer and the truth, and remained speechless for a long time.

If there's anything wrong with it, Sami seems to have done a pretty thorough job. But if there's anything right, Ya'er just feels like things shouldn't be this way!

Where is the conspiracy? Where is the trickery? Where is the big event? Where are the behemoth's eight hundred schemes?

Why are the two giant beasts I've seen both so bizarre?

[Timeline] Online job hunting is one thing, but now there's a child trafficking scandal?

Ya'er suddenly had a terrifying thought.

Previously, He had always stayed in Sherag, knowing almost nothing about the outside world, and naturally unaware that He had His kind. But after learning about this from Gawain, He began to look forward to seeing what His powerful kin would be like.

But now, He suddenly felt a little scared.

Are all my fellow clansmen such a bunch of idiots?

Chapter 298 Kal'tsit Teaches You How to Make Money Without Capital

Overall, Iberia is a country that has little value today.

This is not just Ernst's idea, but also a deep-seated belief among the Victorians, Casimirians, Colombians, and even Iberians.

Poverty, backwardness, technological stagnation, cultural disconnect, and educational stagnation mean that most Iberians go through life without even understanding the most basic "Agorian hatred" that the courts so vehemently promote, making it even more difficult to expect any talented individuals to emerge from among them.

The vast lands of Iberia, the land that enabled Iberia to independently control its own food supply during its golden age, have become barren, saline-alkali lands after the Great Tranquility, losing even the most basic agricultural value, let alone any remaining commercial value.

Who would want to buy a piece of land in a country where infrastructure development is practically nonexistent? Just to wait for some appreciation that may never come at all?

Isn't that a pure loss?

Even the most profit-driven Colombian and Casimir merchants hesitate and linger long enough when it comes to transactions involving Iberia. What they worry about is not anything else, but whether their own country's disaster resilience can tolerate being cheated in this transaction, losing a penny or even losing money.

As one of the current Grand Inquisitors of Iberia, Dario doesn't know how to evaluate this situation—being isolated from the world is certainly not a good thing, but it has allowed the Iberian Tribunal to maintain its already fragile order, allowing Iberia to escape the occupation by a coalition of various countries and the intervention of the troublemakers Terra. To this day, it can still barely be considered a country.

If that's all there is to it, then so be it.

Habits become second nature; until you see something better, you can tolerate the slightly worse. What Dario didn't understand was why his master, the commander of Iberia and the saint of the Inquisition, Carmen y Iberia, would send him and his little apprentice Elene to Kjerag to participate in this so-called World's Fair.

From Iberia's perspective today, such culturally enriching activities as the World's Fair seem completely unnecessary to them.

With the idea of ​​finding "meaning" in mind, Dario did not meet with Ernst immediately after arriving in Kjerag. Instead, he took Eleanor and wandered around Kjerag.

He witnessed the prosperity of Kjerag in Tucarim, the inclusiveness of Kjerag at the World's Fair, the piety of Kjerag in Manjusaka, and finally encountered the "old friend" his teacher had mentioned on Rhodes Island.

"Ms. Kal'tsit, hello, nice to meet you. I'm from Iberia..."

Before Daario could finish his introduction, Kal'tsit quickly waved her hand and stated his name:

“Dario, from Iberia, the Grand Inquisitor, and the last disciple of Saint Carmen.”

The woman, who was fairly attractive, sighed slightly, as if expressing some regret.

"He still didn't come in person."

Seeing this, Dario explained, "It's not that the teacher is unwilling to come in person, but the affairs of Iberia are too busy. The teacher is the brain of the court, and he really cannot leave his post."

"It is indeed a busy job to act as the brain in a dead, decaying body. All the instructions issued cannot be passed down, so more instructions must be issued to urge the previous instructions to be followed. In the end, what is left is a lot of problems that need to be solved, but we don't even know what they are. Such busyness is just going through the motions and has no real meaning."

Kal'tsit spoke frankly and pointedly, which somewhat angered Dario.

How could he not understand the hidden meaning in Kal'tsit's words? But unfortunately, he seemed to have no way to refute Kal'tsit. This Felin woman's mouth was as if it were blessed. Even though Dario had never seen her in any books or archives preserved in Iberia, every word she said hit Iberia's current weak spot precisely, causing excruciating pain, yet making it difficult to deny.

After all, isn't that the current situation in Iberia?

The nation called Iberia has died in the Great Silence, but the brain called the Tribunal refuses to accept this fact. Instead, it stubbornly takes over the original brain and occupies the central position after the body has died.

It kept issuing orders, but received very few responses. The defense forces on the land border and a few cities in the interior that still had contact with the country were the last physiological reactions left after the great silence. The rest of the territory was already silent and deathly still.

To break this damned silence, the Inquisition dispatched Grand Inquisitors to search for the remaining cities along the coastline, tasked with dealing with the Agorians, Deepsea Cultists, and the Terrorfish inhabiting them. But the Grand Inquisitors were limited, while the Terrorfish seemed endless, issuing more and more orders. Ultimately, only two fates awaited the Grand Inquisitors: either they would perish in the jaws of the Terrorfish during a cleanup operation, or they would be ambushed and killed in a city overrun by the Deepsea Cultists.

There are no other possibilities; the Grand Inquisitor wouldn't even have the chance to be overworked to death.

"In such cases, my advice is amputation."

Kal'tsit stated her opinion with unwavering conviction, but coldly, only to be met with opposition from Dario a second later:

"This is impossible!"

“That’s impossible! Carmen told me the same thing. He said that Iberian territory is Iberian territory, and this is the front line of human civilization. On the front line against the Sea Spirits and the Terrorfish, humanity will not retreat an inch, and Iberia will not be given an inch!”

Kal'tsit repeated the teacher's words, which calmed Dario down a little.

He suddenly realized that the film in front of him was different from others.

Her silent demeanor, her arrogant willingness to point fingers from the outset, her personal relationship with Lady Carmen, a centenarian, and her youthful face that looked no more than twenty or thirty years old all undoubtedly told Dario a truth.

"Are you an immortal?"

"She's quite smart."

Kal'tsit nodded.

"Kal'tsit is now affiliated with Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals. During the World's Fair, she was hired by Seraphim to serve as a guide and interpreter at the fair."

“It’s somewhat disappointing that Carmen didn’t attend this expo in person. But he’s smart enough to send someone of sufficient stature to replace her. Dario, you have a heavy responsibility ahead of you.”

Dario frowned, his expression turning serious.

Putting aside Kal'tsit's slightly sarcastic and metaphorical way of communicating, this immortal has her own unique insights into many things, and she is also an old friend of her teacher Carmen. No wonder her teacher arranged for her to come to Carmen first after arriving in Sherag instead of Ernst.

Dario had heard the words "burden" and "responsibility" countless times. As the Grand Inquisitor bearing the fate of Iberia, he could proudly say that he had begun learning to shoulder responsibility even before he could walk! At this moment, he naturally answered firmly:

"Don't worry, I'm certainly prepared for that. Ms. Kal'tsit, what do I need to do?"

Kal'tsit nodded, looking like a promising student, then raised her hand, signaling Dario to be patient and wait for her, before turning and leaving the venue and entering the staff rest area inside.

A moment later, when Kal'tsit came out again, she was carrying two things in her hands.

A bowl in the left hand, a rope in the right.

She stood in front of Dario and asked:

Which one to choose?

Dario was stunned until Kal'tsit repeated, "Which one?" before he reacted and asked:

"What is this for?"

"Two ways to make money without any initial investment, commonly known as getting something for nothing."

Kelsey said,

"The bowl on the left, I'll teach you the art of begging; the rope on the right, I'll teach you the art of kidnapping. Iberia is so despised that there's nothing to trade. You certainly wouldn't be willing to sell out national interests, so we'll just have to make a deal without any cost."

Dario: ".........."

"Which one should we choose?" Kal'tsit urged again.

Dario's lips trembled, and he finally took a deep breath, as if making some difficult decision:

"...Can I...have both?"

Kal'tsit smiled at Daario for the first time and nodded slightly:

"Ruzi can be taught."

Chapter 299 Dario, the Ruthless Hardcore Man: Brothers, we've got our food!

"Iberia hopes to receive your investment."

"Investment? Investing requires a place to invest. If you have projects, whether it's building bridges and roads, scientific research and innovation, agricultural production, or national defense construction, as long as you're involved and willing, His Highness the Duke can invest."

Duke Godottin's envoy, beaming with pride, listed the deals, looking as if he were thrilled that he had closed several big contracts in a single day.

The World's Fair is indeed a great place! The Duchy of Godottin has always been known for its trade in Terra, as a producer of all kinds of textiles, processed foods, and last and best Gallic liqueurs. The Duke of Godottin himself was one of the few pacifists among Victoria's many dukes who was not enthusiastic about war itself.

In the past, for well-known reasons, the Dukes of Victoria almost conspired with the troublemaker, and under the relentless and unethical influence of Caesar, even the Duke of Godottin found it difficult to expand his business to those distant countries and bring them Victoria's advanced, exquisite, and inexpensive products.

Because no one could be certain whether it was Duke Godotin's caravan or Duke Caest's army that arrived in those countries first.

This is undoubtedly a regrettable matter, especially for the Duke of Godottin, who spends most of his time at the winery and claims to "drown his sorrows in wine." In fact, there may be some truth to that. He was indeed very troubled, but as the weakest of the four Grand Dukes of Victoria in terms of power, he could only swallow his sorrows.