People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"The differences and contradictions between the Sarkaz are irreconcilable. Mercenaries who are used to and shaped by war are also reluctant to lay down their weapons and return to their homes. Kazdel, which has been almost completely destroyed by the civil war, is also unable to support such a large army and a populace whose radical sentiments have been mobilized."

“If nothing is done, this civil war will not be the end of everything; it will not even be the beginning of the end, but the end of the beginning.”

Kazdel is not Victoria. Even if internal conflicts are intense, it can divert public attention by expelling two Ursus "spy" diplomats. Kazdel only has knives and swords in its hands, so it can only use knives and swords to release these emotions that have been pent up for thousands of years.

"Create an enemy, and then let the Sarkaz destroy it. That's the only way to make the Sarkaz truly a nation, to truly unite them!"

Theresis made this secret report after a meeting of the Kazdel Military Council had adjourned and all members of the royal court had left.

The day after the meeting, Theresis, operating under the banner of a "Sarkaz mercenary," began contacting the Victorians. His aim was simple: to alleviate separatism among the various Sarkaz tribes and royal courts, to build Sarkaz national identity, to awaken Sarkaz pride, and to "reclaim the Sarkaz's living space" and "the right to live!"

It was no coincidence that he chose Victoria.

Because by 1093, Victoria was also rotten to the core.

The persecution of the Tara region did not end after King Aslan was hanged. On the contrary, the nobles demonstrated Victoria's great lack of virtue through their actions. In the past, the Aslan royal family would adopt a policy of both conscription and appeasement in the Tara region in order to eliminate the survival ground and supporters of the Drak royal family, but the nobles did not have that kind of time.

Anyway, with Drak and Aslan both dead, Victoria is now ruled by us local tyrants! Adhering to the principle of using them to the fullest extent possible, the lives of the Tara people have fallen to a point where they are not much better off than the infected.

Alongside the escalating oppression, exploitation, and even systematic genocide of the lower classes, the Victorian upper class, led by the Duke of Castle, united with the other apartments to suppress the Duke of Wellington, whose prestige had been unparalleled since the Four Nations War.

The execution of this plan made the Duke of Wellington, the Grand Duke known as the "Death Knell of the Empire," seem to have vanished from the political stage of Terra for decades.

But everyone knows, would this Grand Duke who defeated the Gallic Emperor in a head-on confrontation simply admit defeat?

"We are all clearly aware of and accurately understand this fact."

“What Victoria did to Tara was an absolute atrocity. And this atrocity did not begin with the accession of any Victorian king, nor will it end with the death of any Victorian king. It is an unconditional, systematic, and deeply ingrained discrimination and violence against the nation of Victoria and all individuals who call themselves citizens of this nation.”

"If anyone questions this, I can give countless examples."

Scanning the assembled crowd around the round table, Drak, engulfed in purple flames, loudly recounted the countless sins:

“They refuse to approve laws that are favorable to Tara, or they shelve them temporarily, and once they are shelved, they ignore them forever.”

"They convened legislative groups from all over the country in unusual, extremely inconvenient places, far from their archives, with the sole purpose of keeping them busy and forcing them to comply with his will."

“They have repeatedly dissolved our legitimate parliament, or instigated unrest among us, and threatened our heroes with our wives and children to make them subservient to them, all in order to maintain their totalitarian rule.”

"In every stage of these oppressions, we Tara people have pleaded for improvement with the most humble words; but the response to our repeated pleas has been repeated suffering. A nation, a people, whose character has been branded with such cruelty, who inflicts tortures on those who should be his fellow citizens without any moral guilt or legal trial, inflicting tortures that no tyrant would inflict. They and their government are unworthy to be rulers of the Tara people."

“I have also paid attention to our brothers and sisters in Victoria, and I often remind them that when their government commits atrocities against the Tara people, you cannot turn a blind eye just because they have not yet committed atrocities against you, because that is bound to happen in the future.”

“I also appealed to their innate sense of justice and responsibility, urging them to consider that Tara and Victoria have been of the same race and lineage for thousands of years, and to reject these acts of plunder, so as not to affect their relationship and interactions. But they turned a deaf ear to this just appeal based on justice and blood ties.”

"Therefore, I have no choice but to do this—we will cut ties with each other and treat them as any stranger—if we fight, we will be enemies; if we make peace, we will be friends!"

The haughty Draco looked down at the silent conference table. The Duke of Wellington's mansion had never been so quiet, but this was only the prelude to a storm.

“Deeppool will stand firm in its actions and prove to all Tara compatriots that we are not like the Victorian fraudsters who empty promises and expect our compatriots to sacrifice their lives for a great ideal. We will always place ourselves at the forefront of chaos and glory, to defend the inherent rights of Tara!”

"In the name of I, King Drakgal, Queen of the Tara, Abrahana!"

He declared.

The quiet hall was as if no one was there. The officers, loyal to the Duke of Wellington, remained silent, their muscles tense, watching the old but still strong figure standing behind Abrahina.

The old man, whose medals almost covered half his torso, opened his eyes and made his choice. He raised his hand.

"Crack, snap, snap."

Applause erupted, applause representing Wellington's will, and the conference room was instantly filled with a sea of ​​applause.

A sharp crack appears on the left side of the Victoria goblet. And on its right side, on the ducal collar of Windermere.

Amphilis Windermere is seeing her husband off.

"When you get to Lentinium, remember to look for the Duke of Caesar and give him my regards."

She spoke with a smile, but there was a hint of murderous intent in her tone.

Kent nodded: "Don't worry, I will."

Although the Duke of Caesar's attempt to assassinate him was not something that should be openly discussed at the meeting, it was a matter that had to be settled.

Not to mention, that old woman must have been out of her mind to dare to reply to Anferis with such an "elegantly worded" letter.

Alright, since you want to have a go, then let's have a go! I don't even need Anferis to lift a finger; I can beat you to your knees!

He paused, then changed the subject, asking expectantly, "Is this all you're going to say to me on my first trip representing the Duke of Windermere?"

Amphilis Windermere's face, previously showing fear in her subordinates, now revealed a wifely tenderness and shyness as she whispered:

"When you come back, I'll go with you to Kjerag to pick up Daphne. Then we can rest in Kjerag for a while, how about that?"

“Of course, Your Grace. But is there any more intimate encouragement? Like, a kiss?” Kent said in his usual straightforward manner.

Amphilis Windermere blushed, but perhaps because this behavior was so different from her usual actions, she hesitated for a long time before finally agreeing.

"Let's talk about it when you get back. This kind of thing should be a reward."

“Then I’ll be looking forward to it, Amphilis,” Kent said with a smile.

"Lord Kent, the carriage is ready!" the driver at the manor entrance called out.

Kent nodded to Amphilis, took one last look at the flowers and trees of Liincarden, and got into the black luxury car that awaited him at the door.

Chapter 71: From the First Sprout of Life Underwater...

Great Yan, Longmen, Longmen Governor's Mansion.

Vina arrived at Governor Wei Yanwu's mansion early again to complete the last task Ernst had given her.

"Governor-General Wei Yanwu, this is my last request."

A little embarrassed, Vina scratched her head and said...

Clearly, despite possessing pure Victorian royal blood, Vina has not yet unleashed the power inherent in her bloodline; she has not yet mastered the innate skills of a flexible moral compass and sustainable resource management.

Having spent so many days relentlessly exploiting Wei Yanwu, she had practically plucked him bald. Looking at Governor Wei's increasingly haggard face and receding hairline, a result of his efforts to serve her... no, entertain foreign guests, she felt a pang of shame in her pure heart.

"Miss Vina, what is it? Please speak freely!"

Wei Yanwu waved his hand dismissively, as if there was nothing he couldn't do.

Although he still hadn't figured out what Vina's so-called plan was, Wei Yanwu was quite satisfied with his strict precautions. Over the past few days, he had asked the Rat King to intervene, Old Sick Tiger to foot the bill, and gathered a group of his old brothers from the scattered Starry Sky to help him, blocking all of Vina's demands.

You know what, these little things that Wei Yanwu usually thought were no problem at all, after he actually had to beg and plead with everyone to do them for him, he suddenly realized that life at the bottom of society is really not easy.

Putting everything else aside, let's just talk about opening a high-level account for Sherag at the Lungmen Chamber of Commerce.

Originally, this matter wasn't difficult. With the head of the Swire Group as guarantor and Wei Yanwu, the governor of Lungmen, personally intervening, even if Vina wasn't willing to spend a single penny, getting a high-level account for free wouldn't be a problem.

And that was indeed the case, because the entire process, from its official commencement to its completion, took only a little over an hour.

But the problem lies in the waiting time!

Wei Yanwu, the dignified Governor of Longmen, had only accompanied Vina to the Longmen Chamber of Commerce in disguise because he didn't want to disrupt the normal business order. As a result, he ended up waiting in the lobby for a full three hours!

I waited until the damn Chamber of Commerce Bank closed for the day!

If Wei Yanwu hadn't revealed his identity at the last minute and kicked the bank manager who had been passing the buck to him, telling him to "come back early tomorrow," he might have returned empty-handed today!

Damn it, is there no law anymore?

Wei Yanwu didn't even dare to imagine how troublesome it would be for ordinary people to come here to do something!

Putting aside the facts, aren't all those "ordinary people" who can come to the Longmen Chamber of Commerce headquarters to complete the procedures either rich or powerful? With this kind of efficiency, how many interested investors will Longmen drive away?

That's all pure silver!

my money!

No wonder unemployment has been rising and GDP growth has been slowing in Longmen these past two years. It turns out it's all because of you tax thieves and treasury parasites.

Enraged, Wei Yanwu fired the bank manager named Yan Maoqing the next day, telling him to go back and guard his ancestral graves until they started to emit auspicious smoke.

That means you don't need to come back. Of course, there are also some ruthless people who would actually do something big for their ancestral graves, burying firecrackers to create a spectacle of physical smoke.

Wei Yanwu also respected him as a true man.

In conclusion, after experiencing so much, even losing a bank president, Wei Yanwu felt that Vina had nothing left to make things difficult for him.

Aslan and Victoria wanted to pick a fight, but they couldn't find an excuse!

“It’s not really a big deal,” Vina said. “It’s just that our Prime Minister has written a novel and wants to publish it. But Sherag lacks the necessary publishing resources, so we’d like to ask you to help us contact a publisher so that the novel can be published in Lungmen.”

"A novel?" Wei Yanwu paused, then recalled for a moment and confirmed, "The Chronicles of Erslie?"

Vina nodded: "Yes. This is our Prime Minister Sherag's own masterpiece, his debut work. I've been reading it these past few days, and it's truly unique and very interesting! Hmm..."

She paused, seemingly considering a more reasonable way to phrase it, and after a moment, she said seriously:

"It's as if he wasn't just constructing it, but personally experiencing that strange yet real world!"

"Well......"

Wei Yanwu pursed his lips.

This matter is neither particularly difficult nor particularly simple.

Wen Yue had indeed informed him beforehand that the Foreign Minister of Sherag's main purpose in coming to Lungmen was to recommend a book to their Prime Minister. And judging from her expression, she seemed to really like that book.

But Wei Yanwu never actually went to see it.

He spends all night analyzing Vina's motives and judging the authenticity of intelligence. Vina visits him early every morning, so how can he possibly have the energy to read a science fiction novel?

But now it seems that perhaps that novel was the key?

Wei Yanwu pondered for a moment and said, "It's possible. But Miss Vina, as you know, although Longmen encourages creative freedom, Great Yan still has laws. Don't say things that are not conducive to unity. Therefore, your Prime Minister's book still needs to go through proper review before it can be published. Can you understand?"

“Of course.” Vina nodded matter-of-factly, showing no surprise whatsoever.

Wei Yanwu said, "Alright, then give me the manuscript first, and I'll arrange for someone to submit it for review when I go to work this afternoon."

Vina readily opened her backpack, took out a document sealed in a file folder, and handed it to Wei Yanwu. Wei Yanwu was stunned and quickly asked:

Do you have a USB drive?

“I’m sorry,” Vina said with an apologetic smile, “we Sherag are quite traditional.”

Traditional and feudal systems all have some elements of progress; even Confucius would have to praise them for "conforming to the rites of Zhou".

Wei Yanwu could only accept the thick, rather heavy stack of manuscripts and affirmed to Vina:

"give it to me."

..........

Office of Wei Yanwu, Governor's Mansion of Longmen.

Wei Yanwu couldn't wait to sit in his office chair, open the file folder, take out the manuscript, place it on the table, and pick up the first page.

"Let me see what secrets are hidden in this 'novel' that can only be recorded on paper to prevent me from copying data to my USB drive."

He looked at the beginning of the book and read a reminder left by Ernst.

[For the best reading experience, readers from Yan country should begin reading from the "Ancient Civilization - China" section after completing the basic worldview of this book.]

China, an ancient civilization?

Wei Yanwu smiled; this was quite interesting. If nothing unexpected happened, this China should be a country modeled after the Great Yan Dynasty, right?

It's common sense that science fiction writers often use real-world examples as models, since people can't imagine things beyond the scope of their knowledge.

However, since there are countries modeled after the Great Yan Dynasty, there must also be countries modeled after other countries, right?

Wei Yanwu glanced at the ancient civilizations Ernst mentioned and discovered that there were as many as four countries in it.

"Are there three countries that can be compared to the Great Yan? Are they adapted from Victoria, Ursus, and Letania?"

"No, generally speaking, authors will boast about their country in their books, so there should be a country modeled after Shelag."

Thinking he had Ernst's mind in his grasp, Wei Yanwu turned his attention back to the first page in his hand.

He had no rebellious streak, and since Ernst had given him a special hint, he followed his lead and began reading.

After turning over the few meaningful lines of the "Introduction," Wei Yanwu's gaze focused on the first paragraph of the main text.