People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

He spoke softly, his voice so weak that it would have been almost impossible to hear had the room not been completely silent.

“Viviana told me that a Shivaesh had come looking for me. I thought, it must be you.”

"Prime Minister Ernst should have just finished his visit to Colombia and should be arriving in Sherag soon. That kid doesn't even pay attention to this kind of news, his mind is so simple, yet he has returned to this quagmire at this time. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."

Ensiodis pursed his lips.

News? This is no news at all.

Ernst's visit to Colombia was indeed news, but when he would return and when he would arrive in Sheraco was not.

This is intelligence, and it's intelligence that ordinary people shouldn't know.

At least Enciodes himself, who is currently in Letania, has no idea what his brother's schedule is like!

With just a simple sentence, Werner pointed out many things.

Yes, he was indeed ill, very ill, to the point that he could not receive guests. But even so, as a powerful and influential ruler who had governed his domain with remarkable efficiency for decades, he had not relinquished his power, nor had he become deaf and blind!

No matter what rumors circulate outside, no matter how the Empress or the remnants of the Witch King press him step by step, as long as he lives, the final decision on the position of Elector and who the future Elector will be remains in his hands!

Ensiodis paused for a moment, carefully considered his words, and nodded:

"Your Excellency is wise and discerning. Miss Viviana is of pure and kind nature, and is generous and charitable. She has donated all her savings to the charity of Sherag and the Summit of Nations. She is a peace-loving friend of the people of Sherag and all of Terra. I believe that no matter what danger there may be, it will not harm such a good person."

Elector Walner raised an eyebrow, a bit of color returning to his pale face, revealing an expression of interest.

"She did something like that? I've never heard her mention it before."

"Miss Viviana is a humble person."

“She told me about her life in Shelag and said frankly that it was a good place with beautiful mountains, beautiful water, and good people.”

Elector Walner, supporting himself on the armrest, stood up, walked down the steps, and came to Ensiodes's side, giving him a meaningful look.

“Mr. Enciodes, guess what he and I talked about the most?”

"This"

Ensiodis clicked his tongue inwardly.

What else could it be? It wasn't like she hadn't told herself how overjoyed Viviana was when she came to see her. But how disappointed she was when she actually saw "herself."

Why did she have that emotional shift? It's simply because she wanted to see that Shiva Ash, not herself, the Byd Shiva Ash!

However, even knowing this, Ensiodes couldn't answer directly at this moment, and simply shook his head, feigning ignorance.

"I don't know."

"It's Prime Minister Ernst."

Elector Walner laughed heartily.

"A young talent, so promising! If I weren't feeling unwell, I would definitely go to that international summit and the Star-Reaching Dome to see it for myself!"

"Viviana has a good eye for people, just like me. And Ernst, in my opinion, is truly a flawless talent!"

"However, I wonder, Mr. Ensiodes, as Prime Minister Ernst's brother, are you aware of Prime Minister Ernst's attitude towards Viviana?"

Ensiodis frowned.

His hint just now was by no means difficult to understand, and he could tell that Elector Walner clearly understood the implication behind his words.

It's true that Viviana donated money in Kjerag and supported the Terra International Human Rights Council's charitable fund at the World Summit. It's also true that she was Ernst's friend. But true stories, told in different places, have different effects and different connotations.

For example, if you post a video of someone abusing a dog in a discussion about dog bites, even if you don't say anything, people will understand what you're trying to express.

His reply to the Elector's comment about Viviana's precarious situation, stating "Viviana is a friend of Scherrag," clearly indicated his stance. With Scherrag's support, Viviana could at least return to Scherrag for protection, and Ernst wouldn't refuse.

As for why he didn't make his intentions clear, the reason is quite simple: Enshiodis was merely expressing his attitude, not taking sides, much less opening up a battlefield and creating a Three Kingdoms-like drama in Shi Tong's hands.

Regardless of whether Sherag has the ability to do so, based on Enciodis's understanding of Ernst, his brother would definitely not publicly take sides in such a matter.

Fourthly, he must remain neutral to ensure Sherag's neutrality. He can only condemn evil and side with justice to maximize Sherag's credibility. However, while everyone understands that the competition for the Electorate of Shitong is a power struggle between the Queen and the remnants of the Witch King's faction, no one can directly provide evidence. After all, every one of those vying for the succession is a legitimate member of the Hochberg family's collateral branch.

If Elector Walner could truly reveal the identities of one side and expose the true nature of those people as "international terrorists—remnants of the Witch King," then Ernst could condemn them and take sides.

Even so, the side they stood on was "against terrorism," not "Viviana should be elected Empress."

Thirdly, this is the power that comes with one's status, and the corresponding responsibilities, or rather, constraints.

Therefore, Enshiodis was somewhat confused about what Elector Volner meant.

Lu could only reply again, emphasizing:

“Miss Viviana is a friend of the Sherag people.”

But Werner pressed on, asking:

"what kind of friends?"

Uh, good friend?

Enshiodis is a bit lost.

Elector Walner then asked:

“I know what Viviana is up to. She went to Trilintelme before returning to Shiton territory.”

"Given that child's temperament, she wouldn't have thought of this. There must be a mastermind guiding her behind the scenes."

"It's not hard to guess who this expert is."

He smiled,

"I've been thinking about this a lot these past few days: why did Prime Minister Ernst do this?"

"To fulfill my daughter's wish? But that's not the style of a politician. To hand over such a good hand without even taking a penny of reward is such a waste."

"To realize your personal plans? But I instructed my subordinates to repeatedly screen those who have recently entered and left Shitong territory. Ha, quite a few remnants of the Witch King's faction have been found, but Prime Minister Ernst's people are only your group. Moreover, you led the team, coming under the guise of business cooperation. You even had to ask Viviana to help introduce you to me."

He glanced at Ensiodes, his sharp gaze making Ensiodes's expression turn serious.

Fortunately, it was only for a brief moment, and after a short while, Werner regained his slightly helpless smile:

“I initially thought you were still hiding it, but now that things have come to this point, and you still haven’t produced any of Prime Minister Ernst’s tokens, it seems that you really don’t have any.”

"So, after much thought, this is the only conclusion I can come to."

"He's just like me."

"There are things I want to protect, but I am hindered by various difficulties and find it hard to do them. There are things I am unwilling to give up, but I am bound by my moral bottom line and find it hard to ask them to stay. There are many unavoidable circumstances, so I can only entrust them to others."

The more Warner spoke, the more heartbroken he became, as all of this reminded him of the past.

His father and brother died unexpectedly while attacking the Witch King's tower. The young man, who had never received the education of an Elector, was put on the throne. He was forced to separate from the lover he met in Marigold Alley, and his flesh and blood could only be entrusted to the foster care of a friend in Kazimierz.

Enciodes knew that Werner von Hochberg knew nothing about Ernst Schivaesch; he was merely using Ernst to speak for himself.

Incidentally, this lays the groundwork for my own purpose.

"I hope he doesn't end up like me, only to realize at this age that his old friends are gone and he's no longer young."

"So, I have an idea."

Walner, the Great Elector, paused, grasped Ensiodis's hand, and said in a deep voice: 1

"I'll pass the position to Viviana."

"Then, how about we arrange a marriage between Shivaesh and Hochberg?"

how is it?

Enshiodis felt a slight tingling sensation on his scalp.

Dude, you're already very weak. No matter what Aslan's claws, Drak's flames, or even the feathered serpent's tornado that was described by Mace as "not even as strong as a single avalanche," you can't withstand it!

Not to mention those ravenous Sarkaz!

Enshiodis sometimes finds it amazing that Ernst hasn't been completely devoured by the Sarkaz yet. Could it be that the environment of Sherag really can teach people to be good?

All he could say was that, in order to prevent your remaining life from ending too "spectacularly," this suggestion was still not very good.

Seeing the troubled look on Enciodis's face, Werner understood what the other party meant.

But he did not give up.

He only had one daughter, Tara, who was quite old, but someone suitable for Viviana, someone who could protect her, wouldn't be disliked by her, and was also a good match for her—there weren't many like that. Ernst was one of the best among them.

“I know you are finding it difficult to make a decision right now, and you are not able to answer on behalf of Ernst himself.”

“No problem, I can grant you the trade license you submitted. I can even establish a trade route between Shelag and Shitong.”

"I only ask for one chance."

"Let Prime Minister Ernst come to Letania."

Chapter 672 When in doubt about domestic affairs, consult the polar bear; when in doubt about foreign affairs, consult the squirrel.

Shelag, Tukarim.

Kal'tsit was jolted awake from her nightmare, sitting up abruptly with a hint of panic still on her face.

This was truly a nightmare. In her dream, she met Ernst, and Ernst's first words were: "Who is Precyth?"

Not only that, he then asked countless questions and said countless words, but Kal'tsit could only remain silent. Why?

Because every word he uttered contained the name Precys, while Kal'tsit couldn't say anything at all!

"Hu-hu-"

Q took several long breaths, and Kal'tsit finally managed to regain some of her composure and rationality. The lingering fear in her eyes gradually dissipated. However, as soon as she turned her head, she met the smiling "Mr. Blood" next to her.

"Oh my, Kal'tsit, you're awake?"

Warfarin's smile was harder to suppress than an AK-47's. She raised her hand, greeted Kal'tsit with a serious expression, and let out a gloating sound that Kal'tsit found extremely grating.

"Heh heh, so you wanted me to stay in Shelag, saying you needed me to perform the surgery, but it turns out you just wanted me to wait and save you."

"Hehe, what kind of relationship do we have? Why don't you just say it directly? Why do you need to beat around the bush?"

"Ahem, alright, you can thank me now. Under the care of your respected Dr. Warfarin, your activation time this time was only 7 hours, surpassing 80% of all patients with sporadic coma in Terra! Aren't you very happy?"

"Hey, are you even listening to me, Kal'tsit? Tsk, why do you look so stupid? What did Ernst do to you? Did he break you?"

Ekeltie's eyelids twitched. She really wanted to summon mon3tr immediately and give this boastful Blood Demon in front of her a free camping trip at any high point on Rhodes Island.

She suppressed the impulse as soon as it arose.

Warfarin's words revealed something very important.

She was indeed unconscious. She had seen Ernst before she lost consciousness, and he had been unconscious for seven hours.

Damn it, could some of the things I just dreamed about actually not be entirely dreams?

5 That's really bad, something big is about to happen!

I only slept for seven hours, longer than any of my previous comas. Was it because the keyword was triggered?

Kelsey was hesitant to say, but she knew she didn't have time to argue with Warfarin here; she had to go back immediately and find Ernst!

"Thank you, Warfarin. But I have to go now."

Sitting up in bed, Kal'tsit thanked her softly.

Warfarin's slightly smug smile froze.

This was such an unbelievable statement that she didn't even have the thought of trying to lighten the mood or comfort Kal'tsit.

"Is it that serious?"

Warfarin swallowed hard.

Kal'tsit nodded heavily, then left the room without looking back.

Meanwhile, Ernst was making preparations to travel to Letania.

He didn't actually plan to visit Letania anytime soon, but plans can change.

Enciodes's actions were, in some ways, far beyond Ernst's expectations. Ernst only hoped that his trip to Letania would allow him to protect Viviana and, incidentally, use the credit to obtain a trade permit for the territory of Shitong. He didn't expect Viviana to become the Elector. Firstly, Viviana didn't seem to have the ambition or the ability to achieve that, and secondly, her backing wasn't strong enough. Ernst had merely sent her to pay her respects to the Empress, but he felt it was unlikely that the Empress would actually replace the originally chosen heir with her.

The best-case scenario is that Viviana survives the succession crisis unscathed, and in the process, speaks a few good words for the Empress's faction. Once they come to power, she might be granted a title like Earl or Baron. Through this connection, Ensiodes's Kalan trade can also make its presence felt, becoming an ordinary, inconspicuous vassal.

This is a free favor, and it's not difficult to do.

But who knew that Ensiodis would somehow make things so "big"!

The fact that the Grand Election Lord of Shitong is funding the construction of trade routes will greatly benefit Sherag in opening up the Letanian market.