People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"The Corner of Origin is located in what was once Vidunia, also known as the Corner of Trilintelme. However, one must use a special method to enter!"

"And this special method involves adding certain special chords to the performance of the [Golden Melody]!"

After finishing speaking in one breath, the servant paused, looked at Leopold, and almost simultaneously let out a long sigh of relief.

"Hahaha, that's totally unbelievable!"

With a relieved laugh, Elector Leopold's face practically lit up with a smile. The look of shock he had just exhaled was completely gone, as if nothing had happened. He casually sat back down in his chair and waved his hand, saying:

"And what about my relatives by the Queen's side, what about a real remnant of the Witch King lurking in Trilintelme, what about Ivignad's own confession, hahahahaha, really, I haven't heard such an interesting joke in a long time."

"Do you believe it?"

He nudged the servant beside him with his elbow, and the servant quickly shook his head.

If you could believe that, you'd be a god.

Let alone the fact that after so many rounds of purges, how many remnants of the Witch King's faction might still remain in Trinityl? Even if there were some deeply entrenched survivors, could he possibly have a "relative working for the Queen" by chance?

What a coincidence! Given that recent events are not exactly related to the [Horn of Origin], but at least completely unrelated, this relative happened to overhear the Queen mentioning the [Horn of Origin], saying that it was located in Trinitylme!

Well, so in that case, the Witch King has never left his loyal capital and has always ruled all of Letania in the shadow of Trilintelme (Vidunia)?

So those rumors are all true, right?

He chuckled, his expression brimming with the innocent folly of a follower of the Witch King, blindly trusting his master!

"Add special content to the Golden Melody. Alas, when will they understand that the Witch King is truly dead?"

Leopold sighed deeply, and poured out his tears. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

"However, it's not that we can't cooperate with them."

It's not because this matter is true, but precisely because it's obviously fake, that there's value in cooperating with it.

The remnants of the Witch King's faction have indeed been severely suppressed by Helinmat recently. Although the woman has proposed a reconciliation plan of "concert branch venues," Leopold undoubtedly wants more.

As we all know, to gain more at the negotiating table, you need to have an advantage elsewhere.

For example, make a big fuss to force Herlinmat to give up more benefits!

This search for the "Horn of Origin" perfectly aligns with the modus operandi of the Witch King's remnants. If they succeed, they won't need to publicize it; people will naturally associate the search for the "Horn of Origin" with the Witch King's remnants. And using this as an excuse, they can find a group of foolish nobles who genuinely want to resurrect the Witch King to take the blame, disassociating themselves from the matter!

Killing two birds with one stone, why not do it?

"Spread this message," Elector Leopold ordered with a smile. "Say that the big one is coming!"

Chapter 696 Take another good look at my face.

Letania, St. Tong, Elector's Tower.

Ernst was already making preparations for his return trip.

The international music concert has been finalized, but such a grand event naturally requires preparation time, the most obvious being that the venue needs to be rebuilt.

Even with the Terrans' greatly increased construction efficiency thanks to Originium Arts, a project of this magnitude would still take at least three to six months. This is an insurmountable problem.

Ernst couldn't possibly stay in Letania for the next few months. Werner and Hellimatt might say, "I have no objection," but that wouldn't be appropriate.

The reason he's still here is to assist Enciodes in finalizing the details of the trade route plan. At the same time, he does have a personal motive: to take advantage of this rare period of less busy time to write "The Chronicles of Ersley – China Chapter".

The China section is an endless story, so Ernst decided to publish it in installments. Currently, he is working on the section about the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties from the opening limerick, "The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were morally upright, while the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties were renowned for their achievements."

The reason is simple: the content of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors' moral history is already very close to the realm of mythology and legend. Ernst has already described this story in the first part of his book, *Ancient Civilizations*, so there is no need to add anything further.

As for the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties, the content is much richer.

Leaving aside the Xia Dynasty's history, which is not much different from the legends, such as the story of Tai Kang losing the country, Hou Yi replacing Xia, and Tai Kang's restoration, the most famous story, which is also the source of countless mythological and supernatural novels and online novels, "King Wu's Conquest of Zhou," is enough for him to write a long chapter.

After much deliberation, Ernst decided to adopt a more topical and interesting "mythological story" for this history and story.

After all, "The Chronicles of Erzley" is not "Records of the Grand Historian". From the beginning, when it was published on Terra, it was positioned as a "science fiction novel" that depicts the scenery of another world. Ernst did not need to pursue its realism without limit.

After all, if we're talking about authenticity, then the entire Arthurian legend should be cut. That's legitimate legendary content; the talk of red and white dragons, and the existence of the archmage Merlin, are completely baseless!

But Ernst wouldn't delete it, because he found the story very comfortable and smooth to write, and it was also the best-selling chapter in the entire Chronicles of Erzley.

The combined sales of "The Four Ancient Civilizations" didn't even match that of the second book. In fact, many readers who went back to "The Four Ancient Civilizations" after finishing the fifth book, "The Legend of King Arthur," exclaimed, "I've been tricked!" Something just didn't feel right!

The "Four Ancient Civilizations" chapter should have been published earlier.

Moreover, besides these factors, the main reason Ernst finally decided to write mythological works was that he genuinely lacked knowledge of those historical events.

This piece of amber will not forget, but there is nothing preserved inside the amber, so he will not know anything about it! He was not a history expert in his previous life, so he really could not explain the history of the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, especially the Xia and Shang dynasties, in detail.

Rather than relying on your own imagination and fabrication to piece together a "seemingly realistic" history, it's better to adopt the mythological version.

This is a legendary story.

[The state of Xiqi, a vassal state of the Shang Dynasty, raised the banner of rebellion against the increasingly corrupt Shang. Lords from all directions rallied in response, and celestial beings descended to aid them. A great battle between those who obeyed Heaven and those who defied Heaven was about to erupt!]

When I (the narrator) followed the scent of war and met the young king of Xiqi, he was still very young.

He didn't know what stood in his way and that of his people, what they were fighting against, or who they were opposing.

He had no idea that the ideas, institutions, and culture of the eight-hundred-year dynasty he personally established, after overcoming countless difficulties, would leave a profound impact on later generations of China.

He stood before the city of Chaoge and asked me this question: "What does everything I've done mean for us?"

I replied to him: For you, it means an end; but for your people, it means a beginning.

So he raised his sword and pointed it at the distant Star-Picking Tower, built by the Shang king. And I picked up my pen and recorded this glorious chapter of history.

[I call it Search, Search quN :) Four Pa, Ersi] Umbrella - King Wu's conquest of Zhou! ]

Ernst typed the last line on the keyboard, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he truly understood the real meaning of the word Ensiodes often used.

Even though it was just a short story, which included a lot of mythological elements, it still made him feel excited.

This is the most profound charm of history and culture—whenever you see such content, you will always feel a sense of familiarity and excitement.

Unfortunately, in Terra, probably not many people can truly empathize with Ernst's feelings. Even among the Yan people, they probably wouldn't feel particularly excited.

After all, they hadn't experienced any major unrest since the "Hundred Clans Rebellion," let alone anything as extreme as [the previous one]. The people of Yan would probably think he was alluding to something, wouldn't they?

Ernst couldn't be sure about that. After all, the Yan Kingdom of Terra always oscillated between being "exceptionally magnanimous and grand-minded" and "exceptionally suspicious and petty." They could be so magnanimous that they could resist both the Sea Legion and the demons simultaneously, silently supporting them for thousands of years without ever seeking help from foreign countries. Yet, they could also be so petty that they would relentlessly cling to their reformed Year Beast agents, forcing them to suckle for thousands of years, and even raising the Year Platform, a bizarre organization that "acts first and reports later, with royal authorization."

Forget it, let them read it if they want, or leave if they don't. Ernst wrote "The Annals of Erzgebirge" to earn some extra money to support Scherrag, but now that he's not so short of money, this book is more like a kind of "spiritual sustenance" for him.

If someone likes it, that would be great, allowing everyone to savor the customs and culture of their hometown and witness the bittersweet and magnificent aspects of the so-called "beautiful world without mineral disease." Ernst would be very happy. If no one likes it, then he can still consider this book a love letter to himself and to the past.

Besides, he's not creating alone. While he's typing away in Letania, the Rainbow Team is also working hard!

Swire is also a director in Blue Cardwood!

After reviewing it again and correcting any possible typos, you can prepare to contact the publisher.

Ernst had this thought in mind, but before he could put it into practice, there was a knock on the door.

Could it be that Kal'tsit has returned at this time?

Ernst looked up and said, "Please come in."

The door opened, and Viviana, in her blonde gown, entered. Her gaze swept warily over Ernst's face, as if confirming something, before she smiled after a moment.

"Long time no see, Mr. Ernst!"

Ernst raised an eyebrow, glanced discreetly at the doorway, and, not seeing Werner, smiled.

"Miss Viviana, it's been a long time."

“Father has caused you trouble these past few days,” Viviana said.

Ernst shook his head subconsciously: "Not at all, His Excellency the Elector is very obedient, cough cough cough!"

He quickly coughed to abruptly end what he was saying.

Damn, Viviana's words sounded so familiar, exactly like what Duke Windermere said when he received Daphne. It almost made him say the wrong thing!

What do you mean the Elector is so obedient? He didn't give the Elector any orders, so where did he get that authority?

"Mr. Ernst?"

Viviana stepped forward, somewhat puzzled, seemingly wanting to pour Ernst a glass of water. Ernst waved his hand:

"It's okay, I'm fine."

"Lord Volner is a wise man, he will recover, so Viviana doesn't need to worry so much."

These were, of course, words of comfort. Enster had secretly inquired with Kal'tsit, and Volner's symptoms suggested a chronic illness, or perhaps poisoning. But either way, it proved that the disease or toxins had accumulated to a certain degree in his body.

At this point, there are only two ways to save them. Either a powerful figure like Kal'tsit intervenes, along with a multi-disciplinary consultation by a doctor of Warfarin's caliber, and a special detoxification treatment is performed.

As for what this special method is, Kal'tsit didn't say, but judging from her specific mention of Warfarin, it's probably related to the Blood Demon's sorcery.

Another method, it is said, is that the medical masters of the Celestial Master's Mansion in the Yan Kingdom have inherited a "Marrow Cleansing Technique", which can expel all toxins from the body as long as one learns it.

However, that's a closely guarded secret of the Celestial Master's Mansion. Hoping that the Elector of Letania could obtain such a technique from the Yan Kingdom is virtually impossible. Perhaps a sufficiently high price could be paid to bring in a medical master skilled in this method to help treat the patient, but the outcome would be uncertain. After all, the correct way to use this technique is "self-taught." If someone else uses it to treat you, it's like applying medicine externally instead of internally. Even someone as knowledgeable as Kal'tsit can only say, "We need to observe the clinical response."

However, curing someone is one thing, extending their lifespan is another. There are many ways to extend lifespan. If Elector Walner truly wants to shoulder responsibilities again, given his current status and contributions to the Concert of the World, Helena and Ivignad should both lend him a hand.

Viviana nodded slightly and hummed in agreement. She could also see that her father's spirits had improved considerably in the past few days, and he seemed to have regained some motivation for life, which made her genuinely happy.

Seeing this, Ernst, taking advantage of her good mood, asked:

"Miss Viviana, is there something you need from me?"

He actually has a bit

Refusing someone's father is one thing, but refusing him to his face is quite another. Ernst's personality meant he didn't like to offend people.

If Viviana were to bring it up, he would definitely refuse. The two had no emotional foundation and hadn't known each other for long. Ernst did admire Viviana's character and her universally appealing face, but he wasn't quite at the point of being infatuated.

But to his surprise, Viviana wasn't shy or timid; instead, she spoke with a serious and earnest expression:

“My father and I talked about many things yesterday.”

"Mr. Ernst, I've come to ask you a question."

Ernst was somewhat taken aback by Viviana's unusually serious expression, and subconsciously shrank back.

"What...what did you ask?"

Viviana asked, "Have you spoken to Father about me?"

Ernst swallowed hard: "Yes, yes."

"Was it inappropriate for you to say that I was wrong in front of Father?"

"Uh this"

As Viviana drew ever closer, her glaring eyes widening, Ernst broke out in a sweat.

"I guess so."

"why?"

Viviana's face was full of confusion. She pointed to herself, then pouted and stared at Ernst with a frown.

"Mr. Ernst, could you please take another look? Am I really not suitable?"

“This… Viviana, you really…” Ernst snapped out of his reverie, coughed lightly, and was about to explain his meaning when he heard Viviana firmly shake her head and say:

"But I want to!"

Viviana interrupted Ernst.

"Mr. Enbach, I want to be elected one of the Seven Lords! I want to be in that position to help more people!"

"But my father cares a lot about your opinion."

"So, please take another look at my face. Do you think I'm qualified to be an emperor?"

Chapter 697 is about Professor Ernst!

Ernst didn't know if Viviana's appearance was suitable for the position of Marquis.

But we agreed that if you're going to have your fortune told, then please don't lay a hand on me!

This was no joke; Ernst could tell that Viviana was genuinely angry.

Even Ernst didn't expect that she really wanted to inherit the position.

The Electors of Letania held near-supreme authority. Even the emperor of Letania, with a few extremely special cases, was mostly elected by them from among the nobility. It could be said that in times when most emperors lacked sufficient authority, they were the true masters of Letania.

Many people covet this position, whether they are the remnants of the Witch King's faction or the Twin Queens; they are all after the power represented by the Elector.