People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Can't you say something nice?"

He pursed his lips and suggested:

"Alright, tomorrow we'll have the military and police heavily guard the places we've planned to visit, and we'll skip the rest!"

Sergei's expression became even more flustered:

"The Cocoa Research Institute and the stone coffin area."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Marquis Boris said, displeased.

Sergei paused for a moment, then cautiously suggested:

"Should we ask for help?"

"The Third Army is nearby. Shall we ask Grand Prince Baikal for help? As long as we send troops into the city to maintain order, the infected won't be able to cause any trouble!"

This was the solution he came up with after racking his brains all night.

This method is actually not wrong in theory.

Infected are still just infected. Even if their Originium Arts are enhanced to some extent, no one is foolish enough to believe they can be a match for a regular army. If the army enters the city, the problem of infected riots can indeed be resolved immediately.

After all, although the Ursus army had suffered defeats, in the eyes of their people, they were still considered invincible!

But as soon as Sergei finished speaking, Marquis Boris's sinister gaze swept over him.

“Sergei, if your wife and children weren’t still in the city, I would really believe you were the undercover agent.”

"You! How could you say that!"

Sergei's face turned ashen. He wanted to retort loudly, but he was startled by the look in the eyes. His voice became distorted, sounding like a crowing rooster.

Boris looked at his exaggeratedly foolish reaction with disdain.

He only cursed Sergei once; he didn't really suspect him of anything.

After all, this person is just stupid and cowardly, but not bad.

Boris knew him all too well: a coward who, in order to protect his wife and children, betrayed the sarcophagus data, leading to the massacre of the entire Sarcophagus Research Institute. His actions had indeed severely harmed Marquis Boris, but even without him, Marquis Boris, whose power was not strong and whose foundation was not secure at the time, wouldn't have been able to protect such a great secret as the Sarcophagus.

His betrayal, ironically, ended the problem directly at the research institute, preventing the army group's sword from being held to Boris's neck.

Moreover, it allowed Boris to completely grasp this guy's weakness.

That's why Boris has considered him a confidant all these years; a confidant is also a tool.

As long as his wife and children remain in Boris's hands, and the evidence from the sarcophagus incident is still in Boris's safe, Sergei will never escape Boris's clutches.

I feel more at ease using people like that.

Boris had always thought so, but he still had to say that Sergei was so stupid that when he said something stupid, it sounded like he was siding with the enemy!

Does this guy even know what he's talking about? Luring Grand Prince Baikal and the Third Army into the city to maintain order? Is that something you can just do casually?

The army group was no longer a shield for Ursus. After the Great Rebellion, or rather, after the death of the late emperor and the end of the Great Conquest of Ursus, the army group had long been corrupt beyond recognition.

They are the real leeches sucking blood from Ursus's body! ***Why did His Majesty Fyodor establish the Imperial Council, appoint a large number of professional bureaucrats, and reform the administrative system? Wasn't it to check and balance these disobedient military leaders and strengthen imperial power?

Chernobog has maintained a distance from the army group to this day because the Marquess of Boris himself does not have much of a military background.

Once Baikal, that ravenous beast, is let in, will Chernobog still bear the name Boris?

If Chernobog has changed his surname, then what is Boris trying to achieve by going to all this trouble to organize this welcoming ceremony?

Is this a ploy to benefit Grand Prince Baikal and the Third Army? Is it to watch Grand Prince Baikal and Ernst chatting and laughing? Is it to bring the Third Army back to the core of Ursus politics?

He's not a member of the Fungi tribe, so he doesn't have the hobbies of minotaurs!

"Stop saying such nonsensical things, Sergei!"

Lord Boris took a deep breath and spoke solemnly with unprecedented seriousness: 1. Four Lands

"I have no way out, and neither do you! Just do as I say, understand?"

Sergei swallowed hard, clenched and unclenched his fists, and didn't answer immediately.

Boris shouted, "Did you understand?!"

Sergei snapped back to reality, nodding with a cold sweat dripping down his face:

"Understood!"

"Then do it! Stop dawdling and being a coward, what kind of Ursus are you!"

Marquis Boris retorted without any politeness.

Sergei hastily left the core control tower.

Seeing Mikhail waiting outside, he didn't dare to tell him the truth about his previous cowardice, nor did he dare to twist Boris's original intention again. Instead, with the mentality of making amends after the fact, he conveyed Boris's will.

Mikhail is gone.

He also left.

He returned home.

As the current director of the Coffin Research Institute and a confidant of Marquis Boris, his mansion is located in the core city and is quite large. However, he does not have any servants at home, nor does he live a luxurious life. As a scientist, in order to stay sober at all times, he has even accomplished a feat that many Ursus people can only do in their dreams - he never drinks alcohol!

Moreover, he was mild-tempered, rarely lost his temper, and treated his children kindly. He had none of the airs of a patriarch, and he saved his earnings honestly, spending less than even some servants in noble households. He also had no vices, and spent most of his free time with his children outside of his research.

He was a good father, and the children loved him.

Misha and Alex were standing at the entrance of the mansion waiting for him.

Their faces were full of surprise and anticipation. When they saw their father return, they immediately went to greet him.

"Dad, is what they said on TV true? Is Mr. Ernst really coming to Chernobog?"

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Sergei opened his mouth:

"Ah, yes."

Misha immediately pressed on, asking:

"Dad, can we get his autograph? Can you help us get one? We'd also like to take a picture with him. Is that okay?"

"Well," Sergei hesitated for a moment, "an autograph should be fine, but a photo?"

"Dad~"

Misha hugged Sergei's arm, and a rare look of relaxation appeared on Sergei's face. But the next second, as if he had thought of something, his expression immediately turned even more unpleasant.

He crouched down and looked at Misha:

“Misha, I can help you and Alex get autographs, but you have to promise me one thing.”

“What is it?” Misha and Alex asked.

"During Mr. Ernst's visit, no matter what happens, you must not leave your rooms, is that alright?"

"Why?" Misha asked, puzzled.

"No reason!"

Sergei's voice became unusually stern, but seeing his daughter's frightened face, he immediately softened.

"Misha, don't cry, this is for your own good."

"There will be a lot of people on the streets then, and things might get chaotic. Dad has to go greet Mr. Ernst. You all need to take care of yourselves, okay?"

Misha then nodded.

Alex hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Sergei then breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He had considered sending the children away.

But time was too tight, and besides, he couldn't send them away. Marquis Boris had people watching him at all times; although he didn't know where those people were, he knew they definitely existed.

He slowly stood up, reached out his hands, took one child's hand in each, and walked into the room.

On the way into the house, Alex suddenly whispered:

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"What's wrong, Alex?"

"I have a good friend who recently became infected and was arrested by the military and police. Could you..."

Alex pursed his lips.

"Can you help him? I guarantee he's a really good person!"

Sergei was silent for a moment, then asked:

"how old is he?"

"The same age as me!"

Thirteen years old?

Sergei paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face:

"Okay, Daddy promises. You take Misha back to her room first, I'll make a call to ask."

Alex nodded and cheered happily!

Watching the two children run into the room hand in hand, Sergei's smile slowly faded. He took out his terminal and dialed Mikhail's number. Marquis Boris's words and his recent regret flashed through his mind.

The communication was quickly established, and the captain's voice came through the microphone:

"Hello? Sergei? What's up?"

"Mikhail, let me ask you something. Did you arrest a thirteen-year-old infected child yesterday?"

"Huh? How would I know? It must have been done by the people below."

A clicking of the tongue came from the other end of the microphone, as if someone was amused by the situation.

"I'll go ask, wait a minute. These guys have drunk themselves silly. They want to reduce the number of infected people, but they're grabbing kids who haven't even grown their pubic hair yet to fill the gaps. They've made things easier for themselves. No wonder things have gotten so much more chaotic lately!"

"Wait, no need."

Sergei spoke up, interrupting Mikhail's complaints.

"what?"

"I said no."

Sergei said, taking a deep breath.

"Kill that infected person."

“He went to my child’s side, and he even tried to persuade my child to vouch for him. He’s definitely up to something!”

“Sergei, that’s just a thirteen-year-old… 7…” Milukhail seemed to want to say something. ÷四!、6

"That person is infected!"

Sergei's hand holding the terminal was trembling.

"I'll let you do it! Do you want me to tell the Marquis about this?!"

There was no sound from the other end of the microphone.

After a long pause, Mikhail's somewhat indifferent voice finally came slowly:

"I see."

After saying that, he hung up the communication without waiting for Sergei's response.

Inside the police station.

Mikhail pressed the hang-up button on the communication, then looked up, facing the backlight, and looked at the uniquely styled black leather-clad shadow sitting in front of him.

"Hush-huh-"

"Sir, I...I really did try to persuade him, you saw it!"

"Hush-huh-"

"Sir, please don't do this, I'm scared, you—"

Before Mikhail could finish speaking, a dark cloud descended upon his face.