People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Oh, I'm here. I'll be right back, right away."

Sergei snapped out of his daze and gave a perfunctory reply.

The other party hung up the call.

Sergei's arms slumped weakly to his sides, and his phone crashed to the ground. [Three.Three] Zero? Five;

He began to regret it.

Why didn't he go even further?

But he dared not call Captain Mikhail back and issue new orders.

He covered his head, his eyes bloodshot, and let out a low wail from deep in his throat.

Chapter 919 I'm Just an Ordinary Person

"Natalia Andreyevina Rostova".

Marquis Boris glanced at the file in his hand, then at the young woman in front of him, and nodded in satisfaction.

When someone suggested to her that the school Ernst visited during his trip be Chernobog Fourth School, the Marquis of Boris had hesitated.

The Fourth Middle School was indeed a famous aristocratic school in Chernobog, but to be fair, Marquis Boris knew quite a bit about what those aristocratic children were like.

It cannot be said that he possesses both virtue and talent; at the very least, it can be said that he is not human.

It's understandable that they're nobles. After the great rebellion, in order to prevent nobles from challenging imperial power again, Fyodor had already issued many decrees to limit the power of the nobility while improving their treatment.

The goal was simple: to turn the nobility into useless people.

There were capable nobles, but they either joined the army in rebellion during the great uprising and were wiped out of the family genealogy, or they had already transformed themselves or bowed down to become local warlords, or they had gone to argue in the emperor's imperial parliament.

Only minor nobles who have little land, little property, and can't even afford private tutors would send their children to such private aristocratic schools to receive an elite education that isn't particularly elite.

But the Marquis of Boris had to admit that he seemed to have misjudged the situation this time.

This only daughter and heir of the Rostov family is quite good.

Qi's gentle smile was impeccable, flawless, and her aristocratic manners were impeccable. She had snow-white long hair, a beautiful face, and a figure that was far beyond the reach of a high school student, almost exaggeratedly good.

Marquis Boris had to admit that after attending the opening ceremony of Chernobog Fourth High School and listening to Natalia's speech, this was the only assessment he could make of the girl.

This is a masterpiece!

1 So, after the opening ceremony, he called Natalia to the principal's office.

4. The headmaster of Chernobog Fourth High School was sitting obediently in the lower seat. Marquis Boris, seated in the headmaster's chair, looked at Natalia, who seemed somewhat nervous but still maintained a smile, and asked:

"Natalia, you're very good."

"Clean background, excellent appearance, proper manners, and a genuine Ursus nobleman."

"I have something to ask you. Are you capable of handling it?"

Natalia felt a little uneasy.

She had no idea why she had been summoned by Marquis Boris, the lord of Chernobog, a man she rarely even saw. She also had no idea what the "matter" he was referring to was.

She could only ask cautiously:

“I would be happy to serve the Marquis, but has the Marquis not informed my father and mother?”

She's still a minor. Even if she seems a bit precocious, she's still a child. What can she possibly do?

"Your father and mother will agree, don't worry, it's not dangerous."

Marquis Boris waved his hand.

"Here's the thing, in a few days, Chernobog will be welcoming a distinguished guest who will stay in Chernobog for a few days. I don't want any unexpected incidents to happen during this process, so I need to select capable and sensible people to receive this distinguished guest."

"You may have heard his name—Ernst Siwaish."

Natalia's face showed deep surprise.

Of course she had heard of that name.

Natalia's family wasn't actually a true Ursus noble family. They were originally just squires of a count, but the count was careless during the great rebellion and his family genealogy was erased, so they inherited everything from that count.

As a newly emerging noble family following a major rebellion, they lacked the accumulated wealth of the older noble families. Due to their location on the border, their businesses were not large. In order to avoid gradually falling into decadence like other noble families and to seek further development, the family had been trying to find ways to speculate.

If we were to pinpoint Terra's biggest opportunity right now, it would undoubtedly be the World Summit.

A new system, a new pie. Because of the emergence of the World Summit, many things that were unimaginable in the past have happened, and people have actually embarked on paths that were never thought of or dared to be thought of.

Although the system has faced many challenges since its inception, it has maintained a considerable degree of stability and successfully resolved many problems, bringing considerable benefits.

And all of this revolves around the name "Ernst Shivaesh".

Of course, Natalia knew the name, even before her family.

She was a devoted fan of Ernst's Chronicle of the Kingdoms and a loyal listener of many of Ernst's lectures. She even asked her parents to take her to Kjerag during the summer holidays this year. This was the first time she had ever made such a request to her parents, and in that strictly disciplined family, it was arguably the boldest thing she had ever done in her life!

After all, what girl hasn't fantasized about fantastical heroic epics, or dreamed of a prince on a white horse? Even though admiration is the furthest form of understanding, Natalia is still only under 16 years old. It's not unreasonable for her to harbor some beautiful fantasies.

Marquis Boris immediately discerned the emotions hidden in Natalia's almost gleaming eyes.

He smiled, and immediately became even more satisfied.

"Then you'll be in charge of presenting him with the flowers, how about that? Are you confident?"

Natalia snapped out of her daze and nodded:

"Yes! Your Excellency, yes!"

Natalia's steps were light as she walked home from school.

She never imagined she would have such an opportunity to meet Ernst as a student representative, present him with flowers, and personally show him around Chernobog Fourth High School!

6. She was so happy!

She might have been happier if she hadn't seen what was happening in the box on the street corner.

"Crack!"

The horrifying sound of bones being chopped came from the dark alley. Blood gushed from the terrified corpse, and the police baton in his hand fell to the side, stained with blood.

Standing in front of him, the killer who had swung his machete spat disdainfully, his face filled with undisguised sarcasm amidst his despair.

He stared at the bewildered corpses on the ground, seemingly still not satisfied, and raised his hand, bringing the machete down heavily again!

"Crack!"

This time, it was the corpse's hand that was severed.

"Crack!"

This time, it was the foot that was broken.

The ruthless killer almost chopped the policeman into mincemeat. The more he chopped, the more intense the despair and smile on his face became. In the end, he even let out a sharp, piercing laugh!

Natalia was terrified.

She saw the killer's face, and she also saw the gleaming Originium crystal on her arm.

Infected!

But why are there infected people in the city?

Why were the military and police killed? Didn't the military and police fight the infected? And that infected person—Natalia had never seen an infected person, but in all the stories she had heard, the infected were portrayed as extremely vicious. But after actually seeing an infected person, she realized that her imagination was still too limited.

He killed someone, chopped up the body, and laughed!

Natalia couldn't even find a word to describe this kind of person; she only felt fear!

After the initial fear subsided, a thought popped into her mind—should she call the police?

However, after a brief moment of shock, Natalia made what was the right decision for her.

She turned around and ran away without looking back.

She has no right to worry about security in Chernobog. The military and police are patrolling and will catch this infected killer sooner or later!

Natalia has a strong sense of justice; normally, she might have hesitated about whether to call the police for help. But now, she can't get hurt; she can't take that risk!

Mr. Ernst is coming soon, and she is his representative; she is going to greet him! This is her dream, and she cannot afford to get hurt here, let alone at the hands of an infected person.

If she gets infected too, then we're all doomed!

No one would blame a girl who wasn't even 16 years old for choosing to flee when faced with a murderer. She simply made the right choice. She was just an ordinary person!

Her commotion as she turned and ran attracted the attention of the uninfected individuals in the alley. The infected individuals, with fierce eyes, instinctively rushed out with knives, their speed and posture suggesting they were highly trained.

But Natalia had already run away.

The infected man stood still, the injury to his forehead from being hit by a police baton making it difficult for him to run and chase. He could only look at the empty street, his face full of despair.

After pausing for a moment, he turned around again, walked back into the alley, and stood in front of the corpse.

He knelt down, a hoarse voice squeezed from his throat, like the whisper of a demon:

"elder brother."

“I’ve told you, I’ve told you so many times! I was framed, I’m just an ordinary person, I didn’t want to be infected, I did nothing wrong! They held my hands down and stuck the Originium crystals into my hands! Then they threw me out of the military camp! They pointed crossbows at me and drove me away!”

"I came to the city to find you because I had nowhere else to turn. Why don't you believe me? I'm your brother!"

"You even hit me with a baton! In your eyes, am I an infected person?!"

He roared, gasping for breath. But soon, he laughed again, somewhat deranged, cradling the severed head on the ground, staring into the now-dimmed eyes, and slowly said,

"Now that's settled, do you believe me now?"

"It's okay if you don't believe me, I'll make you believe."

"I will take my revenge on Andrei, who stabbed me in the hand with Originium, Alexander and Vasily, who held me down, and that lieutenant standing at the door! I will take my revenge!"

"I'm going to blow this city to the sky!"

Chapter 920 How can Ursus be managed when surrounded by these insects!

Ursus, Chernobog.

"The founding ceremony of Chernobog, originally scheduled for this weekend, has been officially postponed today. We have specially invited Captain Mikhail, the leader of the military and police department, and Marquis Boris, the city lord. What are your thoughts on the current situation of frequent violence in the city and the rumors that the ceremony was postponed due to unrest in the city?"

The host looked at Mikhail and Boris, who were sitting opposite the guests. [The two were] [unintelligible]

"This is a complete rumor."

"The city of Chernobog is peaceful, and there have been no incidents of violence."

"As for why the city's founding ceremony was postponed, it has nothing to do with the rumors of violence. It's simply because Chernobog is about to welcome a distinguished guest!"

"I originally intended to keep this news as a surprise, but since everyone is so curious, and to prevent those guys who received 500,000 from spies from continuing to spread rumors, after careful consideration, I've decided to share it with everyone ahead of time!"

"Prime Minister Scherrager and Secretary General Ernst Siwaish of the World Summit will officially visit Chernobog the day after tomorrow!"

"Please do not believe or spread rumors, and actively report those who spread rumors. Let's wait for the rumors to be reversed!"

The camera cut back to the host, an Ursus host with a square face, a burly build, and an innate seriousness. He said solemnly:

"This is the Chernobog government's positive response to the recent rumors. We also hope that all sectors of society will stop spreading anxiety and work together to present the best of Chernobog to Mr. Ernst Siwassh!"

"This is the Chernobog Evening News. I'm your host, Valery Ivankov. I'll be here with you again tomorrow night at the same time. Thank you."

The TV screen went black.

Someone turned off the TV.

Those watching television lowered their heads and turned their gaze to Marquis Boris, who had just appeared on television.

"Boris, you need to think of something, this won't do."

Marquis Boris, who had been summoned, looked up, his expression fierce:

"Sergei, you have the nerve to ask me for a solution? What solution could I possibly come up with? I've already tried everything!"

"What are those military and police doing? They can't even kill all the infected! It's such a waste of money to give them so much!"

"Mikhail is such a good-for-nothing! He can't even handle this little thing! Once this is over, I'm going to put on my spiked leather shoes and give him a good kick in the ass!"

Sergei's face paled with alarm, and he quickly said:

"But Mr. Ernst will arrive tomorrow. If the unrest in the city doesn't end soon, what if something happens?"

"Shut up!"

Marquis Boris shouted,