People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ernst blushed and glared at her.

If I don't take care of my tail, am I supposed to let the fur get tangled up?

On the 【Preserver】, Ernst was able to pluck some fur at any time to make earplugs for Nast because the fur was of very good quality and quantity!

How could a hairless Draco like you understand our persistence!

Ahem, I seem to have gone off-topic.

I almost got led astray by Talulah!

Ernst rolled his eyes: "The feathers I was talking about weren't what you meant."

Alfonso also looked at Talulah with a shocked expression, and clicked his tongue:

"Your family member is talking about reputation."

“Ernst is not my master,” Talulah corrected seriously. “He is my teacher.”

Alfonso shrugged: "Alright then, teacher it is."

After saying that, he glanced at Ernst, his eyes seeming to say, "Where did you dig up such an innocent kid? A college student?"

They're not even college students. Talulah probably never even went to school.

Don't bully the simpleton.

Ernst sighed slightly, feeling that the educational process was still a long way off, and Talulah's progress was somewhat mysterious.

His level of awareness is very high, but apart from that, nothing else is satisfactory.

"Getting back to the main point. Now that Carmen has taken the blame, what are your plans next?"

"Can you talk to Agor about this international summit you're organizing?" Alfonso asked.

Ernst pondered for a moment, then nodded:

"Of course, it's possible. But it depends on how far we go in discussing it."

"This was an unexpected event, and I wasn't prepared for it. Now, I need to go back first and make sure the summit selects a representative so that things can proceed smoothly."

Alfonso was somewhat surprised: "Aren't you the representative?"

“No, I’m the Secretary General,” Ernst replied.

"Then who will they choose as their representative?" Alfonso asked again.

"It's most likely me." Ernst shrugged.

It's not that he's being modest; it's really unlikely that the World Summit will find someone else to handle this matter.

Agor is very developed, but the nations of the land don't really have a concrete idea of ​​how developed it is. Ernst only learned some "scraps" of information about Agor from the deep-sea hunters.

This information is highly credible, but it certainly doesn't encompass the overall situation in Agor, and therefore isn't very appealing.

Moreover, a very real problem is also facing the nations of the land—Agor is the culprit of the Great Tranquility!

Although Carmen had taken on the political pressure of establishing diplomatic relations with Agor on behalf of Ernst, even he did not openly say that "Agor was not the culprit of the Great Quiet."

In other words, he didn't deny it. It was simply that, based on the current situation, he felt Iberia needed to temporarily set aside their hatred and cooperate again.

Given this, how does Agor appear to the nations of the land?

The three countries, originating from the same ocean, possess very little information and appear highly developed. However, hasty contact could lead to the country becoming as miserable as Iberia.

When the profits are high enough, businessmen will strangle themselves, but politicians are not entirely businessmen, especially politicians in Terra. Many of them still possess the characteristics of feudal landlords: conservative, reactionary, fond of making money without effort, and resistant or even opposed to changes that may cause risks.

In this situation, it is unlikely that they would be directly involved in contact with Agor.

In the past, this was the reason why land-based communication was blocked. But now, isn't that a coincidence?

They don't have to bear this risk themselves. There's an international summit where they can send others out to test the waters, and then they can assess the situation, evaluate the benefits and risks, and reap the rewards!

Many leaders of Terran countries initially thought that the World Summit was just a simple platform for arguing, a tool created by a young man in the heat of the moment to whitewash the situation.

But later, they gradually discovered that this tool could have many benefits besides arguing—whether it was to occupy absolute power in public opinion and control the largest microphone; or to form international summits like the World Bank and the World Trade Organization that were indeed helpful to development; or, as it is today, to distribute risks and generate stable profits.

Over time, these people will gradually become the maintainers of this order. In this process, the world will gradually become a unified whole.

As for who they would choose to serve as the representative, Ernst felt that there weren't many options, and it would most likely be him.

Because he is in Iberia.

Alfonso was completely unaware of the World Summit and was naturally confused by Ernst's words:

"If it's meant to be you, then why bother choosing?"

“Let’s go through the formalities,” Ernst replied. “Captain Alfonso, could you claim to be the captain of the Stutifaira before being appointed by the King of the Old Iberia?”

Alfonso paused for a moment, then nodded in sudden realization.

This is indeed the truth.

"Then who's in charge? Who's the 'king' of this international summit?"

"The five permanent members of the Security Council."

Ernst Road,

"The parliament composed of Victoria, Ursus, Columbia, Yan, and Letania will review and vote on various proposals submitted by the nations of Terra, deciding which can be implemented and which will be shelved."

"I see."

Alfonso nodded, pouting with interest.

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"It is nominally owned by RheinLife, a research company in Colombia."

Ernst paused for a moment,

"But he doesn't actually belong to any Terran country."

Doctors Without Borders?

Alfon Cableway,

“They are a remarkable group of people. Quite a few young men from Iberia used to go out and do this kind of work.”

Ernst nodded slightly, neither confirming nor denying.

"So when do you plan to set off? Shall I go with you?"

Alfon Cableway.

Ernst blinked, somewhat curious:

"Wouldn't you like to take a walk in Iberia?"

A rare hint of bitterness appeared on Alfonso's face:

"This is not the Iberia I know anymore."

His homeland, the royal city, his old friends, his past stories—everything Alfonso knew about Iberia today has vanished.

He probably knows less about Iberia than a two- or three-year-old Iberian child does.

Besides, Carmen wasn't exactly welcoming of him, an Iberian, was she?

Alfonso didn't want to put his old friend in a difficult position. Although the other party was ruthless, he could understand Carmen's predicament. Just carrying the pressure of reconciling with Agor was already a huge burden, and at least they were still raising the banner of "fighting the Hai Si together." But if he openly accepted someone who had been infected by the Hai Si to this extent, Carmen wouldn't be able to handle it.

He didn't know how to explain it or how to draw a clear line!

Alfonso visited Gran Fallo today. As for other places, he might like to visit the Church of England, but he had no interest in anything else.

Seeing his homeland broken but its mountains and rivers still standing, seeing the old city overgrown with weeds in spring, this was more painful for him, a wanderer who had been adrift at sea for more than sixty years, than being killed.

"In that case, alright. We'll set off once the Agorians land."

Ernst nodded.

"咚咚-"

There was a knock at the door. Talulah went to open it, and before the disciplinary soldiers outside could speak, Ernst nodded.

"I see you, come in."

The newcomer was Andorn, whose halo and wings of light shone exceptionally brightly in the night.

He knew people from Laterano had arrived, but Andorn's name wasn't on the roster.

There must be a reason why the other party arrives suddenly late at night.

Andorn entered the room, nodded to Ernst, smiled at Talulah, and said softly:

"You must be Miss Talulah. Alina often mentions you to me."

Talulah was somewhat surprised: "You know me? Who are you?"

"Andorn, a member of the Hermitage of the Holy Mountain."

Andorn said modestly.

He rarely referred to himself as "the leader" in public, especially in front of Ernst.

He wouldn't call Ernst "mentor" either, because Ernst had specifically instructed him to do so.

But Talulah had already realized what was happening and immediately said:

"Thank you. If it weren't for you, Alina might have..."

"It's okay. We help every like-minded companion."

Andorn said softly, then turned to look at Alfonso and Ernst.

He didn't ask Alfonso about his strange appearance, but instead spoke directly to Ernst:

"Mr. Ernst, it's been a long time."

"What happened in Lateran?" Ernst asked suspiciously.

Andorn smiled and shook his head:

"No, His Holiness the Pope and Lateran are both well, and the International Summit is functioning normally. You need not worry about it."

"I'm here to convey the message of the International Summit, and some other information. [Qi Liu 6 Si! Si Er Xiao Shuo QuN:]"

He paused, then took out an appointment letter and a medal bearing the emblem of the World Summit from his pocket.

"The World Summit has appointed Ernst Shivaish as its Ambassador for Maritime and Land Exchanges. This is your letter of appointment and token."

Ernst took the two items in astonishment, unfolded the appointment letter, and saw that it indeed had names already affixed to it. It contained the seals and signatures of the various Security Council member states, as well as the seal of the rotating president, Lateran.

Clearly, this thing has been in preparation for some time.

"You knew all along?"

Ernst said incredulously.

Andorn nodded, then shook his head.

“Agor has been in contact with both Iberia and Lateran. However, judging from your reaction, there seem to be some problems with the contact with Iberia. But we have indeed received the message from Lateran quite some time ago.”

"His Holiness the Pope believes that only you are qualified to serve as ambassador, so he has been lobbying for you. The signatures and seals of various countries on this appointment letter were indeed only officially finalized in the last few days."

He paused, then said with a hint of pride,

"It saved you a lot of trouble, didn't it?"

That's true.

Ernst couldn't deny that if he were to go through this process himself, it would inevitably take ten days to half a month, or even longer.

After all, theory is theory, and practice is practice. The nations of Terra are full of fierce and madmen, and initiative is a double-edged sword. If someone wants to compete with Ernst for this position and is willing to take the risk, Ernst will have to put in some effort to secure it.

He was confident he could succeed, but that would definitely delay communication with Agor and lower their opinion of the land.

Some of them are not worth it.

Therefore, Laterano's move did indeed save him a lot of trouble. It was also a subtle way of helping the land through cooperation between the sea and land.

Turns out my teammates aren't entirely a liability after all, that's rare!

With a sigh in his heart, Ernst accepted the letter of appointment and the badge, and thanked them:

"It's really too much trouble for His Holiness the Pope. I'll definitely try his new dessert when I have the chance."

"Then I will thank you for your courage on behalf of Your Majesty."