People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

A dazzling array of desserts were arranged layer upon layer on the round tower, the sweet aroma almost filling the air of the room. The sugar cubes in the coffee on the table seemed to have been added too much, making it look a bit sticky, but this did not affect Sakota's appetite at all.

This seems to be a very ordinary afternoon tea in Laterano.

Judging from the expressions on the faces of the people sitting on either side of the sofa, this afternoon tea probably wasn't very pleasant.

"Andorn, the reason I've summoned you here is about Letania."

Before Ivanjelista XI could explain "what exactly happened in Letania," Andorn across from him nodded slightly.

"I've heard a little about Shi Tongling's affairs."

King Ivangelista XI's lips twitched.

Good heavens! Even he only learned of this this morning through the international envoy stationed in Shitong. And yet, Andorn already acts like he knows everything?

Wow, I really can't underestimate your intelligence network.

After clearing his throat, Ivangelista XI asked:

"What do you think?"

"It was just Mr. Ernst's usual performance."

Andorn smiled.

He has never been stingy with his praise for Ernst, nor has he ever hidden his admiration for him.

What happened in Letania was handled perfectly, without crossing the sensitive red line of "interference in the internal affairs of other countries," and in a way that was "for your own good," prevented a political conspiracy that was almost inevitable from succeeding.

Andorn was absolutely certain that no one else could have done this. Even he himself couldn't have achieved the balance of allowing Letania to "reap the benefits" while simultaneously putting a Letanian ruler in a difficult position. This was all thanks to Ernst!

As expected of Siqi2sisanwu: He is the mentor of the Holy Mountain Hermitage. When it comes to stirring up world events, there may be many people on this land who can do more outrageous things than him.

But when it comes to who can stir things up and make this land better and better, no one can compare to him!

If it were him, he probably wouldn't understand what the Leitanians were thinking, and would only get the negative comment, "What are you doing now?!"

King Ivangelista XI suddenly felt a little sour.

After all, Andorn's attitude towards himself, the Pope, has always been rather lukewarm. Although he initially questioned Andorn's motives, he has now begun to show him some respect, but compared to his attitude towards Ernst, it's worlds apart.

Although they are all Sarkaz, Ivangelista XI is completely unable to empathize with Andorn.

That is to say, he is an old man now and doesn't have such a strong competitive spirit anymore. If this were when he was young, he would have had several debates with Ernst and Andorn to discuss their respective ideas.

Of course, what Ivangelista XI didn't know was that Ernst's sensitivity to the word "debate" was now almost on par with that of "surprise."

If you ask him to "debate," he won't even come. The reason is simple: snow leopards are very intelligent; if they feel uncomfortable, they will walk away on their own!

"What do you think about Arturo's situation?"

King Ivangelista XI asked again.

The affair between the Queen of Letania and the Elector was ultimately a Letanian domestic matter. Ernst resolved the conflict, preventing it from escalating into internal turmoil, thus eliminating the need for the International Summit to criticize him. While Ivangelista XI was concerned, he refrained from offering too many critical comments.

But the situation in Arturo is different.

"A Lateransakota, invited by what appears to be a remnant of the Witch King's faction, is going to Shitong territory to stir up trouble. This is not a good sign."

King Ivangelista XI said earnestly.

He has always been a staunch supporter of Laterano's "detached" stance, and everything he does is based on the survival of Laterano itself. Arturo's actions are quite consistent with her status as a "wanted criminal".

In a sense, she ran into Ernst before she committed the crime, was arrested without mercy, and sent to the World Messenger, which helped Laterano prevent a public relations crisis.

King Ivangelista XI remembered this kindness.

Andorn nodded and answered crisply:

"We deserve a reward."

After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something and asked another question:

"By the way, who was the person the notary office sent to escort Arturo? Was he reliable?"

He didn't mean to mock the Lateran Notary Office, but its efficiency and reliability were indeed in a very mysterious state.

They could travel fearlessly among the nations of Laterano, acting as powerful figures to deliver messages on behalf of Laterano, and fulfilling the last wishes of countless Sarkaz citizens. They were among the most trusted people in all of Laterano.

At the same time, they can be very abstract. A wanted criminal might be lurking right under their noses, but they just can't necessarily catch them.

Don't ask Andorn why he says that; he used to be a wanted criminal. Whether the Papal Court deliberately turned a blind eye or the notary office didn't focus on arresting him, he just brazenly hid in the Church of Requiem within Lateran and remained undiscovered.

He spoke from experience, showing he really understands people in notary offices.

King Ivangelista XI smiled upon hearing this, but waved his hand confidently, indicating that Andorn could rest assured. He then confidently announced a name:

"Federico Giallo."

That impartial machine, that man like a scoop of vanilla ice cream, the other extreme of Arturo, the gun that guards [order]!

Even Andorn had heard of his great name. (Collection: [Unintelligible characters])

Because he was one of the few who had ever criticized Ernst. And he almost escalated the issue to the point of whether the Pope's words violated the law. Before he knew it, he had nearly put Ivangelist XI on the scales!

Moreover, many people may not know that Federico Giallo and Arturo Giallo are actually relatives, distant cousins.

Federico has been hunting Arturo ever since the Lateran Notary Office issued an arrest warrant for her. In a way, there's a sense of fated confrontation involved.

Unexpectedly, Federico ultimately caught Arturo in this way.

He shouldn't be disappointed, even though it lacks some of the epic grandeur.

King Ivangelista XI tried to put himself in that shoes, then shook his head.

Well, I don't think he'll be disappointed at all. Rather, he probably won't be happy or sad, after all, he's a man like a machine.

It is as ruthless as a real "law".

"Your Holiness the Pope, did you summon me today just to discuss Mr. Ernst's great achievements?"

Andorn took a sip of his sweet coffee and looked at Ivangelista XI.

The casual conversation was almost over. He had already demonstrated the Holy Mountain Order's intelligence capabilities, and this probing was sufficient.

Shouldn't we get down to business?

King Ivangelista XI stroked his beard, smiled, and wiped the candy crumbs from the corner of his mouth.

Indeed, it's time to get down to business.

"Recently, some mysterious news has been coming from Iberia. I wonder if you've heard of it, Andorn?"

Andorn frowned.

Iberia, his homeland.

He was not a native of Lateran Sakota; he came all the way from Iberia to the Holy City and "returned to his roots" as a Sakota.

It was precisely because of the vast difference in living standards between Iberia and Lateran that he conceived the idea of ​​changing everything, which ultimately became the initial motivation for him to establish the Presbyterian Order under Ernst's guidance.

But when it comes to intelligence networks, he's not embarrassed to admit it, though he has to acknowledge that the Presbyterian Church's influence in Iberia is the weakest.

This was due to the Iberian Tribunal's overzealous "heretical censorship," which made it difficult for the Presbyterian Church, a faith distinct from the state religion of Iberia, to gain recognition and develop in Iberia.

The Presbyterian Church's philosophy is complex, but it's also quite simple; it can be summarized as "the hope that everyone can live a good life with equality."

In Iberia, coincidentally, there is a group of people whose beliefs share many similarities with the ideals of the Presbyterian Church.

First, let's exclude the state religion of the Iberian Inquisition (Iberian Lateranism). Can you guess what this force is?

Oh, right, the Deep Sea Church!

They also hope that everyone can live a good life, but their concept of "everyone" is more flexible.

Just like how Marx and Confucius could find common ground, the Deep Sea Church and the Hidden Mountain Order should normally be completely unrelated organizations. But Iberia is like Hakimi on TikTok, on high alert 24/7, 365 days a year. They don't care about the differences between the two; they only care if you have anything in common!

Who knows if you're a variant of the Deep Sea Church?

Andorn was helpless in this regard. After the two newly recruited members were sent to trial in less than a week, he had no choice but to suspend the recruitment of new members in Iberia, putting the entire Iberian Holy Mountain Hermitage into an indefinite hiatus.

It's somewhat tragic that even though the Holy Mountain Hermitage's organizational map is missing such a large piece as Iberia, the resulting loss of intelligence is actually negligible.

There's not much news from Iberia.

In a sense, the most terrifying thing on this land is the complete absence of news.

Regardless of the bloodshed or tranquility on the Iberian front against the Haizi, and regardless of whether the Tribunal headquarters in Perdoni is bathed in sunshine or desolate and bleak, there is no news here.

No news means no attention; no attention means no life. On Terra, you may not be famous, but you can't be without a livelihood.

If you don't survive, then you're dead, aren't you?

Dario's recent activity in international events has given Iberia a breath of fresh air, but this is far from enough to revive the country. As things stand, Iberia's future remains bleak.

But Ivangelista XI suddenly brought up Iberia.

Andorn thought for a moment, then honestly shook his head: "I really don't know."

"It's ok."

Pope Ivangelist XI seemed to have finally regained some of his papal dignity, and his old face beamed with undisguised joy.

"I'll tell you."

"Iberia has recently received some [sea-based] sounds."

"The sound from the sea?"

Andorn frowned; his almost innate Iberian sensitivity immediately put him on alert.

"The Great Tranquility?"

"No, no, the tide is still calm."

Ivan Jetsun shook his head.

"Yes, it's Agor's voice."

Agor, that mysterious country, is said to have owed its rise to the golden Iberia to the help of the Agor people who came ashore from the sea.

Andorn hadn't lived through that era, but he found it utterly unbelievable. The nationwide broadcasting of communications, the fleets that could roam freely in the inland seas, and the arrogant boast that "Iberia owns the ocean"—these surviving descriptions of the Golden Age made Andorn feel that it was an unrealistic dream.

But it was actually true.

“Agor has once again appeared, which they call a harbinger of disaster.”

Andorn pondered. He didn't believe the Tribunal's propaganda aimed at boosting cohesion, but one should always be wary. Agor's appearance was undoubtedly something to be cautious about.

And

"What does this have to do with Mr. Ernst?"

King Ivangelista XI winked mysteriously:

"I plan to submit a proposal at the World Summit."

"Since Agor intends to make contact with land again, we naturally cannot let this opportunity pass us by."

"How about we send Ernst to make this contact?"

Ivangelista XI's intention was simple: Agor was, after all, the kingdom that allowed Iberia to reach its golden age and dominate Terra for a time simply by copying others' ideas. Regardless of the other party's intentions, the land could not ignore him.

However, allowing any single country to contact Agor could cause unpredictable changes to the current balance of power on the continent, especially among the five permanent members of the Security Council. Even the weakest of them, Letania, could experience a surge in power if it were to personally contact Agor.

This concern about collecting QQ groups is not unfounded; it is a well-founded conclusion based on historical experience.

Since this issue concerns the future and destiny of this land, it is naturally the time for the World Summit to play a role!

Who is the person everyone thinks is acceptable to contact Agor?

Who has the ability to reassure everyone that he wouldn't make a decision that would harm the interests of all the nations of the land?

Who has the reputation to gain everyone's approval and make them feel that choosing him will at least avoid any controversy?

There is only one answer.

Yes, and it can only be, Cheese Snow Leopard!

I vote for Ernst; he is the one everyone wants!

Chapter 703 Fly, Kazdelnia!

Shelag, Tukarim.

Ernst is back, with Kelsey.

Kal'tsit had planned to say goodbye to Ernst halfway there and then head to Londinium. Ernst's application to have the restriction on entry lifted had been approved, and the Duke of Caesar's letter, along with the notice of the lifting of the restriction, was sent to St. John's Landing. Enclosed with the letter were a copy of the "Victorian Driving Test Handbook" and the "Victorian Road Traffic Safety Act," which made even the eternally shrewish Kal'tsit blush slightly.