People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Although their thoughts were not the same thing, Ernst, who had empathized with Talulah for a moment, put down the documents in his hand, took out one of his own train tickets from his pocket, and handed it to Talulah.

A permanent ticket for the "Snowy Realm Train." Enciodes gave this ticket to Ernst immediately after establishing the route. Ernst used this ticket whenever he returned to Kjerag, unless he needed special transportation.

"Then go back."

There's no small stove at home anymore, which is perfect since you're also a Draco. Although the firepower is a bit strong, it should still be warm enough.

Talulah took the ticket and asked:

"how about you?"

Ernst smiled with relief:

"I still have to work. I can't rest yet."

Chapter 778 Let the great god Yeragand show his face in front of all Terra!

Ernst left Iberia for Letania, while Talulah returned to Shelag.

The Agor brought many valuable things ashore: new materials science, more advanced but fundamentally different scientific technologies, topographical data on the Foehn Basin, the Endless Ice Plains, and the Blackstream Forest, a rarely mentioned but indeed a great adventure destination in Terra, which also seems to be inhabited by demons.

These things are almost without a doubt that they will definitely trigger another technological explosion in terrestrial civilizations in the future. Perhaps by then, space carriers like the Preservator will no longer be as full of "mystery" and "technology" as they are now.

However, it is worth mentioning that many leaders of the Terran nations showed a relatively "restrained" attitude when faced with the technology, treasures, and shared information provided by Agor.

This not only struck Agor as incredible, but even Ernst found it hard to believe.

They're actually quite sensible? Ernst thought they were just eager to leech off Agor!

This question was only answered when the White Queen of Letania, Ivignad, personally visited Iberia aboard a land-based ship and met with Carmen and Agor's representative, Clementa.

To put it simply, these high-ranking leaders don't want the public to know too much, and even if they eventually have to find out, they don't want to know so soon.

The Book of Lord Shang is a world ahead of its time, and the timeless classic "The people may be made to follow a path, but they may not be made to understand it" still shines with a dark brilliance in this other world!

Ernst was speechless for a moment, something he hadn't done in a long time. The worst leaders he'd encountered recently were like Carmen—the kind of superhuman, who could turn the tide and save the day, willing to sacrifice everything for Iberia. Better ones included Dario and Clementa; one was arguably Iberia's most promising new generation leader, the other a completely different level of civilization, his moral compass practically a Matterhorn below that of the land dwellers. He'd almost forgotten that the leaders of these land-dwelling nations were, in their utterly inhuman nature.

To reduce their own governance costs and the instability under their rule, they would rather not develop!

Moreover, Ernst also noticed that the number of representatives from the Terran countries entering and leaving Clementa's temporary office had been increasing and becoming more frequent recently.

It seems they intend to "let a select group of people get started first".

I don't know if they reached an agreement. Judging from their expressions and the number of times they came back and forth, I guess they didn't. But Ernst didn't actually ask Clementa, and she never mentioned these things to him.

Both sides were in tacit agreement on this matter, discussing their own affairs. Even if they did reach some agreement in private, it would only be for minor gains. No one would dare to secretly discuss the real big things under the noses of the "five permanent members," not even one of the five permanent members, a certain country!

Incidentally, Ernst really didn't expect that Letania would send someone specifically to invite Argoll to the International Concert, and that such a heavyweight figure as the Queen would be there.

Most importantly, it was Ivignad who came!

Did Helimat forgive her? Or did Ivignad "convince" Helimat again?

Ernst is unsure, but at least for now, Queen Ivignad of Letania has successfully become the first permanent member of the Security Council of the World Summit to meet with the "maritime civilization".

He actually met with Carmen again, but the publicity significance of this meeting was obviously not as great as the former, so not many people talked about it.

"Laetonia is a land of etiquette and music. The International Music Concert aims to showcase the beauty of Laetonia's music to all of Terra, and also invites all nations of Terra to bring musical works that possess their own cultural characteristics, regional flavors, and ideological concepts!"

"Agor is also a part of Terra. As the host country, I sincerely invite you to participate in this international music concert as a special guest. I believe that through the harmony of melody and soul, and the resonance of sound waves and thought, even two completely different civilizations, one on land and one by sea, will surely find similarities and feel each other's friendship."

Look at that, she's got a whole repertoire of words! Ernst knew he could make it up if given time, but he couldn't do something like Ivignad's nonchalant, loud invitation into a microphone without batting an eye.

He usually writes a draft for this kind of thing and gives it to someone else to read.

After all, he could pretend when he was in human form, but now that he's a snow leopard, he'll be embarrassed and his fur will stand on end.

Clementa's response was also very official.

Although she didn't know why, she glanced at Ernst before answering, but it was clear that her answer had been prepared in advance.

First, I thanked Letania and the World Concert for the invitation. Second, I was grateful for the warm welcome I received on my first trip ashore. Then, I praised Letania's superb musical level, which I had heard of even though I was at sea. I briefly introduced Agor's musical style and my expectations for the World Concert. Finally, I expressed my congratulations on the entire event.

The official story is comparable to Ernst's previous life when he was in school. During the school's anniversary celebration, the old principal invited outstanding alumni to speak on stage.

Everyone knows that one side's purpose is to show off, while the other side's purpose is to donate money. They don't mention it in words, but the underlying meaning is always there.

In short, I finally agreed.

Agor reportedly assembled several teams, both official and unofficial. They seem well-prepared.

Ernst had never heard Argoll's music before and didn't know what it was like. He was more concerned with who his family would send to the concert.

What music does Sherag have? The Hymns of Jeragund?

He had heard about this since he was a child. It was a proper cultural tradition, and it was said that it had been sung since the time of the Great Elder. Every year during the Harvest Festival and the Sacred Stone Festival, Manju Temple would arrange for people to sing. The tradition has continued to this day, even though the Great Elder has passed away and is not at peace.

Ernst had no intention of altering this tradition, nor would he. Faith is one of the fundamental elements of Sherag's culture. Without the faith in Jeragand, Sherag, ruled by the three great families, would have split centuries ago. At best, it would have fragmented like Victoria, nominally honoring the Manjusaka but actually each ruling its own territory; at worst, it might have fragmented into Syracuse, with countless small families scattered like stars across the sky—a truly unbearable sight!

Everything has two sides. At least in this era and under this environment, the Jeragund faith of Shelag still plays a very positive role for this country.

As for the future

To put it bluntly, Ernst's subtle moves toward separation of church and state are surely preparing for the future.

The best situation is to enshrine it, to give it a high status, but not to involve it in politics.

Moreover, faith is faith, and Yeragand is Yeragand. If the great god Yeragand really wants to do something, who can stop him? When things really develop to the point where we can stop Him, what's the point of trying to stop Him?

But getting back to the point, would Sherag really arrange for someone to sing the "Hymn of Jeragund"?

Shelag, Manju Academy.

Well, Ernst was right!

That's exactly what Sherag was planning!

Ernst was not there, and Vina was in charge of Scherrag, but Vina, well, she was not musically inclined.

Don't ask, the answer is that he dropped out of prenatal education and when the royal tutors taught him music, he listened to it all as lullabies!

If she can't come up with a solution, then she can only ask others.

Hinterlea would hum a couple of lines, but that was all she could do.

Jesten knows Columbia rock—yes, Jesten is multi-talented and has a great sense of style; he actually knows Columbia rock! But this proposal, which has virtually nothing to do with Sherag and uses rock to perform the Hymn of Jeragund, is too unconventional and was personally rejected by the Holy Maiden!

Joyce was also very impressive. When Vina asked her a question, she didn't answer and instead gave Vina a performance of the "Crash Song" on the spot.

Vina didn't understand, and she wanted to do it again, but Vina stopped her.

Minister Aslan was a little afraid that Joyce's computer would actually crash while she was singing.

Holhaya's surgery had just ended, and Fremont commented that the surgery performed on the feathered serpent clan's brain was practically a dissertation. If it were a lich, he could stuff the brain of the person who devised the surgery into the Soul Forge and refine it instantly! Because that was the only place for his smooth, irregular object!

But it's over, though; Horhyah's recovery will take a long time. She hasn't even woken up from her coma yet. When Vina visited her, she secretly took a picture of the bald Horhyah, intending to show it to her later.

Lions are a bit cunning. Daily update group: Ba. 《6 粶糁—【肆

For the remaining people, whether it was Latatos or Actos, their strongest impression of the word "music" was the Jeragund hymns.

Vina even asked Ensiodis for his opinion.

The double-door snow leopard repeated the steps Vina had taken, and then gave its answer very earnestly the next day:

"How about we sing the Hymn of Jeragund?"

Anyway, Ernst said that the International Music Festival would give them an award anyway, so let's leave it at that.

Vina had no choice but to turn to Saintess Enya.

She hadn't met Ernst's sister many times, and her impression of her was mostly that she was "gentle, quiet, and friendly" and "liked to bless her older brother with bells." This meeting was the first time they had met for "official business."

After explaining her purpose, Enya quickly agreed to the plan.

She showed no fear whatsoever. Ernst was out there working hard, Encia was receiving treatment at Rhine Life, and even Enciodis could help Ernst from time to time. Only she, apart from staying at Manju Academy as a "popular decorative vase," seemed to be of no use whatsoever.

She's the older sister! She's been wanting to find an opportunity to do something for a long time!

We've finally got this great opportunity, let's sing! How can we not sing?

It's just the "Hymn of Jeragund," right? No problem! That's what she does as a saint! You know, back in the days of the High Elder, if she sang even a single wrong word, she would be criticized, even punished!

That was one of the few reasons why Enya, the saintess, would be punished in the Manju Academy.

Therefore, she was very familiar with it.

However, somewhat unexpectedly, Enya agreed to the request and was eager to get started. But shortly after she saw Vina off, Ya'er came looking for her.

"Um, Enya?"

Enya turned around and looked at Ya'er with some curiosity:

"Ya'er? What's wrong? Why is your face so red?"

Ya'er's face was indeed very red.

A few days ago, He almost lost all his underwear, and was so ashamed that He didn't dare contact Ernst for several days. He didn't even dare to spy on him, for fear that Ernst might suddenly pull out a stone and shout "Yar."

I had finally recovered today when Vina suddenly came up the mountain to visit Enya, so I curiously squatted down in the corner to listen to what they were talking about.

Then, her face turned even redder.

"Hey Enya, the International Music Concert sounds amazing! How many people are there?"

Enya thought for a moment:

"Hmm, I heard it's huge, three venues, lasting for half a month, maybe hundreds of thousands of people? If you include the broadcast, the number is uncountable, maybe the whole world will be watching?"

Ya'er swallowed hard, her toes practically digging into the three-bedroom apartment.

"So, you're going to sing that Hymn of Jeragund in front of so many people?"

"Do not."

Enya shook her head, and Ya'er was slightly taken aback, then breathed a sigh of relief:

"I just said it"

"not me."

Enya interrupted,

"It's us!"

She patted Ya'er on the shoulder, looking quite confident.

"You want to come up on stage too!"

"Don't be afraid. Ernst has gone to great lengths to prepare such a big stage for us. This time, we must make the great god Yeragand shine in front of all Terra!"

"Ya'er, cheer up, don't embarrass yourself!"

Chapter 779 Even if I die, it's worth the price of admission!

Let us shift our focus from the somber and complex image of the great god Yeragand and turn our gaze to the east of the earth.

Then, let's talk about something that will make the great god Yeragand feel even more somber.

Longmen, at the end of the earth, is probably a bar.

As dusk fell and the neon lights of Longmen came on, Penguin Logistics was taking its last break before officially opening for nighttime operations.

Croissant was slumped on the bar counter, completely limp like a soft croissant, until the bar's shutters were pulled up and black-haired Rupert and red-haired Sakta walked in behind a penguin, at which point she suddenly perked up.

"Boss~"

The call of "beautiful and charming" caused the penguin to visibly tremble. His sunglasses tilted to one side, and his small eyes behind them looked at the croissant with terror. He even stopped in his tracks.

"*Longmen swear words*, what's wrong with you? Just say what you have to say! Anyway, I'm not going to take the blame for you."

"Boss, what are you saying?"

Croissant smiled shyly, seemingly polite, but actually speaking from the very beginning:

"Boss, I'm saying, the concert in Letania is so beautiful, aren't you planning to go and join the fun?"

"A concert in Letania?"

Upon hearing this name, the face of Earl Pendwin, the former greatest musician and boss of Penguin Logistics, showed a hint of disgust.

"No way. Those old-fashioned guys, what do they know about music? They'd be better off thinking about next year's Siesta Music Festival."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Croissant's face, but she still insisted on explaining: Hedgehog

"The Siesta Music Festival is great, after all, it's a long-established brand. But boss, the International Music Festival is different from ordinary music festivals! Only big names can sing there!"

As she spoke, she glanced at the Emperor, waved her hand, and folded her hand.