People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Since that's the case, then I, as the saint who led her onto this stage, must take responsibility!

Thinking this, Enya took a barely perceptible step back, gently bumping into Ya'er, and gave Ya'er a confident smile as she came to her senses.

Ya'er was slightly taken aback, feeling a warmth in her heart, but as her gaze swept over the audience, her face flushed even more.

Honestly, this god is really useless; why does He need His own saintess to comfort Him?

So what if there are acquaintances watching? So what if it's a little embarrassing? So what if I'll probably be too ashamed to show my face for centuries after I finish singing?

What's wrong with singing?! I sang it!

All I could think about was getting Ernst and Enya's legs back together and making this concert a success!

Her lips trembled as she slowly opened them, and the first "song" escaped Ya'er's throat:

"Yeragand, great god, we love you!"

Ernst, sitting in the audience, already had tears in his eyes.

Jeragand the Great God truly gave it his all. Although His singing wasn't entirely harmonious, and He stood out somewhat from the rest of the choir, the line "Jeragand the Great God, we love you!"—a line brimming with deep affection and love—was sung in a way that felt like a shout-out to the boy band TNT (Teens in Times), but He truly gave it his all!

Ernst was already moved to tears when he was able to utter those words.

Ernst's emotion clearly influenced many people around him.

Many people present noticed the minor issue that had arisen during the performance. After all, Ya'er was standing right next to Enya in the center position, so any problems she encountered would be immediately noticed by the audience.

But no one spoke up. In this kind of setting, unless someone deliberately wants to make an enemy of another, no one would want to cause trouble for each other. Anyway, it's just a matter of clapping at the end, everyone's happy. As for the song, if it's good, listen to it; if it's not, you can take the opportunity to daydream, and no one will notice you.

Those who are present here are all seasoned veterans. How can they shake their heads, frown, and look deep in thought when they are not actually listening at all? They are too experienced!

Amidst this tacit silence, people noticed Enya's subtle actions, her difficult but courageous speech, and Ernst's reaction from the audience.

Among them, the Gemini Queen felt it the most deeply.

Ivignad fell silent, while Herlinmat pursed her lips.

They had to admit that this scene did indeed touch them.

They are all people who have been battered and bruised in the political arena, exhausted and worn out. They spend their days either scheming against others or disciplining themselves. They are often indifferent to things like family and friendship, not because they are cold-blooded, but simply because the environment they live in has truly made them invisible.

What is family affection? Is it the sincerity and trust we shared when we were in charge of military and political affairs? What is friendship? Is it the promise we made to have afternoon tea on the skybridge of the Petronas Towers, no matter how busy we were?

Why did trust eventually turn into backstabbing? Why did afternoon tea become a routine? The two sat on the covered bridge, looking at each other in silence, each staring at the documents in their hands, seemingly knowing nothing about the other.

Do these two precious things that they once believed in still exist?

At this moment, they truly saw that it really existed!

Whether it was Enya's small, kind reminder when Ya'er was nervous, Enya's encouraging smile, or Ernst's genuine emotion offstage, his eyes seemed to shimmer with emotion!

This could be a heartfelt expression of gratitude for the scene described in the Hymn of Jeragund, a feeling of satisfaction at the elder sister's actions on stage, or an acknowledgment that Yar was finally able to speak.

But whatever this emotion may be, at least in the quagmire of politics, they have seen something "real".

Ivigna felt a warmth in her heart. She knew this feeling would come and go quickly; perhaps when the piece ended, Enya and Al were off the stage, and Ernst returned to his usual calm but formulaic smile, she would also return to normal. But she was willing to experience the thoughts and feelings in her heart at this moment, because that was the charm of music.

At some point, a melody, a lyric, gently touches you. Even the biggest villain will pause and be forcibly controlled for a few minutes—that's the magic of music!

Music can unite people, make them friendly, and excite them. This is why Letania has become a country of music!

“Ivignad”.

The soft call interrupted Ivignad's emotions, and she turned her head slightly. She knew the owner of the voice all too well.

That was Helena Mat, who was sitting next to her.

"Perhaps we need to talk?"

Helena said softly.

Ivignad noticed her expression, and a faint smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.

Would you be influenced by a song, a small interaction, or a fleeting emotion to the point of deciding to negotiate with me?

Then you are indeed not a qualified politician.

She thought to herself. But at this moment, she still chose not to say these words aloud.

Ivignad paused slightly before replying:

"it is good."

"Let's talk properly after this international music concert is over."

During the pause in their conversation, the performance of the "Hymn of Jeragund" on stage seemed to be coming to an end.

As the choir's voices gradually subsided, Enya's voice began to dominate, as she chanted verses praising Jeragund. Behind her, Jeragund herself had tears welling in her eyes.

People had already raised their hands, seemingly ready to applaud. But at that moment, the music suddenly started again.

Unlike the "peaceful" and "gentle" music that accompanies the Manjushri choir's singing, at this moment, the music transforms into a magnificent and powerful melody.

That's the prelude to a Letanian-style symphony!

Ya'er's expression faltered slightly, but Enya, standing on the stage, smiled as if she had anticipated this, reached out and took Ya'er's hand, reciting the lyrics that represented a turning point to the audience:

"Great God Yeragand, we follow you."

"As times change and all things circulate, your steps never cease!"

"Towards the future, towards the changes called hope, we walk alongside you!"

As the voice faded, smoke rose and swirled, coalescing into several somewhat unfamiliar figures.

Wagu, sitting next to Zaro in the audience, blinked curiously.

"What kind of Originium Arts is this? I didn't sense it at all?"

"It would be strange if you could sense it, you wolf cub."

The Emperor snorted coldly, offering no explanation, and instead turned his gaze to [Sami] standing to the side.

[Sami] nodded slightly, a glint of interest flashing in his eyes:

"This is power!"

"The Shivaesh boy has given us quite a surprise."

"There are now five compatriots on the stage."

Chapter 787 Where did I come from? Is this still in China?

Some lions are alive, but they are already dead.

Sherag's performance was a success, and the adaptation of the Hymn of Jeragund was stunning, but some of the lions were chilling.

At first, Ya'er didn't notice what was happening. The layman sees the details, the expert sees the spectacle; the four unfamiliar giant beasts on the stage were equally unexpected. Especially since these four beasts were singing her hymns.

Wait, buddy? I didn't know my mother had such a grand entrance.

No, it seems like I'm focusing on the wrong thing.

Where did these four giant beasts come from?

Ernst has some new behemoth outside that I don't recognize?

Ya'er's eyes sharpened. Ernst often brought back giant beasts from other places, whether it was [Sami], [Chronicle], or the three sisters Nian, Ling, and Xi. Strictly speaking, they all came to Sherag and became friends with Him because of Ernst.

But the problem is, the transit point. Qun: "【令★柒∠1珋面 These people, Ernst didn't hide anything from Him!"

Where did these four come from? Why didn't He know about them before? When did they meet Ernst? Why did Ernst arrange for them to sing his hymns?

At this moment, the behemoth named Yeragand suddenly awakened its instincts!

Territoriality!

Adding to the inexplicable appearance of this super "family and friends group" who suddenly appeared and watched Him sing, Yeragand frowned, feeling that things were not so simple!

After stepping off the stage, He immediately contacted Ernst.

The sacred stone emitted a warm, almost scalding heat and continuous vibrations. Ernst's expression froze. He suppressed the embarrassment of having a purple mood in public, greeted the Queen and the representatives of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, and then got up and walked towards the restroom.

According to the teachings of the famous ancient pillar, the Lord of Mystery, it is a fine tradition to communicate with the divine in the bathroom!

As soon as Ernst closed the bathroom door and took out the divine stone, the voice of the great god Jeragand rang out from it almost without any pause!

"Ernst, why are there so many guests I don't recognize today?"

Ernst was slightly taken aback.

He wasn't puzzled as to why the great god Yeragand would ask such a question; he was simply a little surprised that the great god Yeragand had actually used the right voice this time. He had actually remembered to switch voices! And, to be fair, this voice sounded exceptionally steady!

That's progress!

Moreover, His question was quite subtle. Why were there so many "guests" today? Those whom He called guests were naturally not mortals. Ernst knew that He was asking about the arrival of the giant beasts and their lords. But it must be said that asking in this way made it seem as if He wasn't angry about being watched as a social death by his friends and family, but genuinely curious!

Ernst originally thought that Jeragund's reaction would be more "intense".

But in a way, it's a good thing that He wasn't angry?

Maybe Gawain will escape unscathed?

Ernst breathed a slight sigh of relief, then promptly shifted the blame:

"It was Gawain who called them."

“Sami, along with the other beast lords, were invited by Gawain. I only found out about this after I got here.”

It's not that Ernst is being unfair, but I absolutely cannot take the blame for something that isn't my fault! Whether the great god Jeragund is angry or not is one thing, but I have absolutely no reason to put up with the pressure for Gawain's sake!

Besides, Ernst had also heard that there was a special case where when a person was extremely angry, their reaction would become very calm. Who knows if the great god Yeragand was like that?

Anyway, Gawain, may you rest in peace. I will take good care of Vina, so don't worry!

Sure enough, as soon as Ernst finished speaking, the person opposite the divine stone paused for a moment, and then suddenly a "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound was heard, as if a gust of wind had swept through!

Ernst quickly moved the Jeragund Stone (the Syrian war-damaged version) a little further away.

Four channels can't handle this kind of popcorn.

He is a kind-hearted person who cannot bear to see others suffer, nor can he bear to hear of it. Therefore, please don't let my blood be spilled on me.

In an instant, the area opposite the Divine Stone seemed to come alive with a cacophony of roars and howls, a chaotic scene of frantic activity. On stage, the Lateran Orchestra's elegant and solemn orchestral performance filled the hall, while below, the Little Beast Lord and the Old Immortal were engaged in a bloody, invisible battlefield! You may have an immortal body to withstand the onslaught of ice diamonds, but I have absolute zero to ensure your escape! In a flash, the intense atmosphere of the Black Gold Hall couldn't withstand the sudden drop in temperature, prompting a sharp comment that Letania's temperature control system was inferior to a small stove!

A few minutes later, after no more sounds came from the divine stone, Ernst quietly spoke:

"Great God Yeragand? Are you there?"

"I'm here."

Jeragand replied in a serious voice.

Ernst paused for a moment.

Hiss—this feeling, is he still angry?

Could it be that Gawain wasn't caught? How could that old lion be so fast? That's impossible.

Or perhaps he misjudged the situation, and the great god Jeragund wasn't angry at all?

After thinking for a moment, Ernst asked in a low voice:

How did you feel about the performance?

"The performance was not bad. Enya... the Saintess sang very well, and the others were also quite commendable!"

Sure enough, when this topic was brought up, Yelagand's voice became noticeably more unnatural. Ernst was just about to press his advantage and extract more information when Yelagand said again:

"There are some guests I don't know. Aren't you going to introduce them to me?"

besides?

Now it was Ernst's turn to be dumbfounded. Weren't all the people in the audience people Gawain had brought? I didn't even know those beast lords! How was I supposed to introduce them?

You've dealt with Gao Wen for causing trouble, and you're still angry, but you can't just go to those beast owners' houses and deal with them too, can you?

This is very impolite. They just came to see a performance; they don't deserve to die.

If you insist on tidying it up, how about I go and ask around for you?

Wait, are you referring to those guys on stage?

Ernst fell silent for a moment.

This is a difficult situation. Those four were brought in by Ensiodes, who is his true, dearest friend and family, his brothers! They won't be easy to sell!

"What's wrong? Don't you want to talk about it?"