People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Don't you feel anything?"

Ernst hesitated for a moment, then looked at the Sakota girl who had already raised her head to look in his direction, her bow still in her hand, but a provocative smile on her face. He shook his head slightly.

"She's quite pretty, but unfortunately she's no good."

This is the truth. Ernst has seen his fair share of beautiful girls in his life, but he has never seen anyone like Arturo, who combines holiness and depravity, asceticism and indulgence. She is someone I feel pity for and want to hold in my hands, yet I also want to ruthlessly ravage her as I watch her cry so miserably.

In a way, even without this troublesome Originium Arts, she has a very criminal aura.

Of course, Ernst wasn't thinking about judging people by their appearance right now; his immediate priority was to stop Arturo's performance.

"Make her stop."

"Ernst said. Kelsey nodded, and then a dark green figure shot out from behind her.

Moments later, the notorious fugitive, musician, and top-ranked Vanilla Booker, Arturo Giallo, was dragged back to Ernst by Mon3tr.

"Hello? Could you please let this monster down, sir?"

Arturo, his belt tugged around his waist, made a somewhat awkward request.

"I'm just a music lover passing by, trying to hitch a ride, invited by the Elector of St. Tung to go to Letania to attend his concert."

"If possible, please don't be so rough with me."

Chapter 677 The storm is coming

"Waaaaah—waaaaah."

"Kal'tsit, I think locking her hands is enough; there's no need to gag her too."

"This is for safety. Once we reach Shitong territory, we'll contact the local international messengers immediately and hand Arturo over to them. That will ensure our safety."

Yi Kal'tsit slightly raised her head, glanced at Arturo, who was strapped to the back seat, through the rearview mirror, and said seriously,

"Don't underestimate Arturo; her Originium Arts are extremely dangerous."

Seeing this, Ernst could only shrug.

He had already witnessed the seven dangers firsthand; those mercenaries went berserk for almost ten minutes before gradually recovering. During that time, some even considered pulling out their guns and starting their "Happy America" ​​mode.

Fortunately, Kal'tsit and Ernst reacted quickly enough. Ernst had many means of self-defense; the necklace Nasti had given him contained defensive runes, so even regular small-caliber guns couldn't harm him, let alone Blacksteel's imitation guns. As for Kal'tsit, she had her giant monster protecting her.

Ernst had known for a long time that Kal'tsit was keeping such an Originium behemoth. After all, when Ascalon came to help move it in the beginning, mon3tr would also lend a hand. But after a while, mon3tr seemed to get annoyed and stopped showing up.

When W paraded through the streets with Kal'tsit last time, mon3tr also made an appearance.

Otherwise, W wouldn't have only swum for a little over three hours before sending Kal'tsit back to Rhodes Island and then going home to open champagne alone. That's so unlike her. Without any interference, she would have swum for at least three days and three nights, right?

In conclusion, Kelsey's statement makes sense, and Ernst was just mentioning it casually.

Incidentally, to guard against this danger, the mercenaries specially modified the vehicles, having a wind-type Originium Arts caster in the group temporarily erect wind walls at the front and rear using Originium Arts to insulate them from sound. This was to prevent Arturo from accidentally breaking free of his restraints and starting to groan again.

That's why Ernst said that putting a gag in Arturo's mouth after all that was a bit too rough.

But thinking about it, it makes sense; being a little rough is fine, it's all for safety.

"I have already arranged for people to go to the messenger from all over the world in advance."

Ernst Road,

"Speaking of which, Arturo said she was invited by the Elector of Shitong to attend a concert he was hosting. What do you think?"

Kal'tsit didn't hesitate and said calmly:

"Shi Tongling's selection of emperors and marquises has ulterior motives."

“He’s not honest. He probably invited us here for more than just business matters. But I don’t know what he’s really up to. I don’t know enough.”

Ernst nodded.

The information was indeed too scarce. He hadn't even met the Elector of Shi Tongling yet, and the intelligence sent back by Ensioudis was very limited, making it difficult to draw a reliable conclusion.

But Ernst decided to hold back a little.

He thought for a moment, then took out a small, white cube from his pocket.

This is certainly not some variant of the Jeragund Stone; it's just one of the things that everyone stuffed into his hands before he left.

As Ernst met more and more people and made more and more friends, he accumulated so many cards in his hand that he often didn't even know which card to play first.

This small cube was given to him by the liches when they heard he was going to Letania.

Fremont told him before handing it over that it was Emengard's graduation project.

It is said that she was still trying to perfect this magical creation before she left, and after she left, Fremont helped her complete it.

"The design is not very good, and the defensive and offensive measures are insufficient. Most importantly, it does not have an emergency escape and life-saving function. It only focuses on the comfort of riding and the convenience of carrying. It has many functions, but none of them are practical. As a creation of a lich, it is completely unqualified."

“I made some minor modifications to her 6-2 model, and it looks much better now.”

Ernst was completely confused but also very curious:

"What has it been changed to?"

"We fixed all the above shortcomings. We removed the unnecessary functions, added remote communication functionality, and it's not easy to break down."

Fremont replied,

"I really don't understand why a mobile device would be equipped with a popcorn machine."

Ernst did not answer.

As a modern person with a relatively modern mindset, he could actually understand why Emengard made the small cubes that way.

She wants to make smartphones, or rather, RVs.

But Fremont is an older generation, after all. He made a series of major modifications, and now the little cube has become an indestructible Nokia and a highly defensive tank.

So, what's the cost?

Hopefully, Emengard won't burst into tears when he sees his graduation project completely altered like this.

Fortunately, this thing was quite useful to Ernst.

Especially the remote messaging function.

Ernst was finally spared the situation where, whenever he wanted to contact someone, he either had to send a messenger over a long distance for several days to deliver the message, or he had to ask the great god Jeragund for help.

Following Fremont's instructions from memory, Ernst activated the small cube. Once it emitted a white light, Ernst spoke:

"Please contact Vina for me."

"Please have him deliver a memorandum to Triinttelme in my name. Say that I wish to visit Letania and see its art. My first stop will be Shiton, which is closer to Sherag. I would like to discuss this with Her Majesty the Queen."

The small square flickered briefly before turning off.

If all goes well, Vina will soon receive the message that the witchcraft incantation will appear directly in a specific location in Vina's office.

It's a bit like Ernst's previous life in the internet world, where he sent Vina a QQ message using a small square.

This is also how liches usually communicate.

They could be more direct, communicating directly through the lifeline and subspace, while Ernst and Verona, lacking that skill, had to go through this roundabout process.

As for security, there's no need to worry. Firstly, liches value secrecy highly, and their knowledge is shared in the same way. If the security measures aren't robust, intellectual property theft would become rampant. The liches wouldn't tolerate that.

Secondly, if it really involved classified information, Ernst would rather go around in circles, using Sherag's official messenger or asking Jeragund for help.

Kal'tsit seemed to still have some doubts:

"Inform the Queen?"

Ernst nodded: "Let's use it as insurance."

If Shi Tongling, the chosen one, wanted to cause trouble, at the very least, he should have notified the Empress in advance of his visit and set a "purpose" for it, so as to ensure that he would not be dragged into the mess.

Even if the reason is something as abstract as "appreciating art," it is still a reason. That way, if someone wants to frame someone, they can't use something like "why he didn't explain his purpose" as a pretext.

Of course, he also had a hidden reason for doing this.

His fear was that the decision to invite Arturo was not made by the Elector of Shitong himself.

Hearing that the old man was seriously ill, Enciodis said that he had not been involved in politics or received foreign guests for a long time, so why did he suddenly become interested in organizing a "concert"?

This is clearly illogical, and the possibility that someone below is forging an imperial edict cannot be ruled out.

If this speculation is true, then the person who forged the imperial edict must hold a high position in Shitong territory. At the very least, they must be a high-ranking noble or official who assists the Shitong territory's electoral ruler in handling government affairs. Otherwise, they would not have been able to deceive the Shitong territory's electoral ruler into issuing such an order.

This is no small matter. With a treacherous person infiltrated into the upper echelons, and without knowing which side they are on, Ernst needs to first clarify his own position.

He initially went directly to Shitong territory without informing the Queen because he didn't want to get involved in the mess that was Letania. Now, he has to inform the Queen for the same reason.

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Kal'tsit listened to the explanation and nodded in deep agreement.

It must be said that Ernst's every action was steady and precise. In retrospect, she had nothing to suggest or correct. His choice was neither too radical, recklessly venturing into dangerous territory, nor too cowardly, abandoning the trade route plan and turning his car around to go home as soon as he sensed something might be wrong with Shi Tongling.

It is risk-averse yet unafraid of challenges, thus embodying the concept of "moderation."

But why is that?

They left Shelag and headed for Letania, and this was only their first day.

Why does it feel like these things are coming one after another?

They encountered the wanted criminal Arturo and learned that someone within Shitong territory was causing trouble, posing numerous challenges to the trade route plan, and now even involving the Twin Queens.

Although everything was reasonable and every decision was justified, the matter just kept getting bigger and bigger.

Kal'tsit suddenly began to doubt herself.

Could it be that I've really misunderstood Ernst? Every time he goes out, these kinds of troubles seem to come knocking on his door?

That's too much work, isn't it?

"Kelsey?"

Ernst's gaze remained fixed on Kal'tsit, noticing her thoughtful expression, her brow furrowed but remaining silent for a long time. He then took the initiative to ask,

"What are you thinking? If you have any suggestions, feel free to speak up."

Kal'tsit snapped out of her reverie and shook her head:

"No, it's nothing. Your arrangements are excellent, and I don't need to make any changes for the time being."

"I was just thinking, isn't it about time?"

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Kal'tsit suddenly became serious and said to him, "Thank you for your hard work."

Ernst was somewhat confused.

Lin hasn't corrected his bad habits for just a few days, so why is Kal'tsit starting to say nonsensical things again?

It's true that people who pick riddles are like leopards; their nature is hard to change, isn't it?

Leytania, Trinitylme, the Twin Queens Tower.

"I'll go."

The Black Queen – Hildergard Hellimatt.

The gilded queen, Liselotte Ivignad, did not object:

"Sure. Since you want to go, you can come along this time."

Huanhelinmat nodded slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"Actually, we can go together."

Upon hearing this, Ivignad grinned, revealing a gentle smile, but then shook her head:

"No, no, Hildegard."

"What will happen to Triinttelme if we all step in together?"

"What if we encounter any problems or disagreements during the process?"

"Should we show the whole of Letania that we also have disagreements?"

"This..." Herlinmat was speechless for a moment.

She wasn't particularly good at debating, especially since Ivignad hadn't given her much time to think:

"Therefore, it's better to be alone. With an empress there, her thoughts won't deviate from her actions, she can better use the power in her hands, and she can more effectively restrain those scum of the witch kings."