People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

"Let's split up and investigate!"

"Elementary schools, middle schools, high schools, universities, and even kindergartens must be investigated!"

She has already informed the local internal security forces. If they are not idiots, then there should be more than just them taking action by now!

The interior defender is definitely not an idiot.

The reason they didn't answer the phone for so long wasn't because they were busy, but simply because their thick leather gloves made their fingers too big, and they couldn't reach the answer button!

And the moment the call connected, they had already begun their operation!

Ash mentioned the school and the bomb, and the Internal Security immediately dispatched men to the local police headquarters. They apprehended Mikhail, who was inside the headquarters, and began interrogation.

The other party has had frequent contact with Marquis Boris and is the third most important figure in the group. Using this as a breakthrough point, we can obtain Marquis Boris's specific plans in the shortest possible time.

The matter concerning Grand Prince Baikal can be postponed if necessary; in any case, Ernst's safety must be the priority.

This was the order they received.

The unstable factor of infected individuals needs to be ruled out first.

However, the interrogation had just begun, and they hadn't even had a chance to greet the patient before the phone rang.

It was Sergei who called.

"He was just a thirteen-year-old boy, Sergei."

"I see"

Mikhail, having put down his phone, looked at the executioner before him, who resembled an emperor straight out of a horror story, and begged for forgiveness.

But his confession was meaningless.

The internal security forces investigated and found that his men had massacred more than 300 infected people during this period.

Most of these infected individuals are ordinary cases.

Those who encounter extraordinary individuals are usually military or police personnel who are massacred.

In Ursus, killing infected people is not considered a crime, since infected people do not have human rights and therefore do not meet the criteria for "Ursus citizen" and are not subject to Ursus law.

But he lied to the Imperial Guard during an interrogation conducted by the Guard and representing the will of the Ursus Emperor.

This is tantamount to deceiving the emperor and cutting oneself off from Ursus!

He won't survive.

The guards executed him swiftly and decisively. The fear of collapse would make his death extremely painful.

He crossed out a name on the list. Next, there were many more people he had to kill one by one.

As for where that school is...

Sergei had already told him over the phone.

His son was infected by an infected person.

Which school does his son attend?

The internal security detail easily accessed Sergei's file. This impoverished scientist did not hire tutors for her children; her son and daughter both attended a prestigious university in Chernobog.

"Chernoborg Fourth Middle School Junior High Division"

Chapter 922 Guess how many special effects this shot has?

Today is a pivotal day in the history of Chernobog.

This is also a day that Natalia may find even more important than her own birthday!

Her parents chose the most formal long dress for her and even hired the most famous stylist in Chernobog to style her. The Marquis of Boris attached great importance to her and even arranged for her school to be the first place in the visit, hoping that she would leave a good impression on Ernst!

Her parents, relatives, family, and school all gained immense prestige as a result. If she could complete her mission smoothly and appropriately, Natalia Andreyevina Rostov, along with the Rostov (Va) surname, would become glorious! She would become a nobleman in Chernobog, second only to Marquis Boris!

If there were an opportunity to go even further, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it would be like reaching the sky in one step!

The benefits of this are beyond what a girl like Natalia could even imagine!

Moreover, she hadn't actually thought that much about it.

Not everyone is so cunning. Natalia's current mood is as excited as a fan who is about to meet their idol.

She stood at the school gate, watching the convoy slowly approaching in the distance, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

She repeatedly recited the prepared script to herself, her expression momentarily dazed.

It wasn't until the car stopped in front of her, and the security guards surrounded it warily, and a waiter got out to open the door for the guest in the front seat, that she suddenly came to her senses and looked at the silver-haired young man who was leaning out of the Marquis Boris's limousine.

Ernst Shivaesh wasn't particularly muscular, but he looked tall and capable in a suit. He was of above-average height, not as tall as his businessman brother, but he had a gentler demeanor than Marquis Boris and Ensioudis.

His face wore a friendly smile, and his silver-gray eyes sparkled, as if he were extremely curious about everything in front of him.

Just like the photos and comments about him circulating in newspapers, on television, and on the internet, he is someone who makes people feel comfortable at first glance and does not arouse vigilance. He is someone who, in the eyes of those strong Ursus women, should be protected and cherished, someone who can arouse people's protective instincts.

But it is also this kind of person who has been traveling between the countries of Terra for many years, speaking out for the weak, intervening in conflicts, and laying the foundation for order.

Natalia stared intently at him, her lips slightly parted, momentarily lost in thought.

Until Ernst's gaze fell upon her with a hint of curiosity.

"Your Excellency Marquis, and who is this gentleman?"

he whispered.

He actually figured out Natalia's identity. Given her presence and attire, she was most likely a "welcomer" arranged by the school.

Just like those people who surrounded the general when he went to inspect the area, offering flowers and jumping around.

However, Natalia's gaze was rather, well, aggressive.

Does he remember this place as a middle school?

On one hand, he felt somewhat helpless, and on the other hand, he didn't want to make things difficult for the underage girl who was probably ordered to "perform" at the last minute and was therefore stunned. So Ernst took the initiative to speak, using the pretext of asking the Marquis Boris to remind the girl to come back to her senses.

Marquis Boris, beaming, stepped forward, patted Natalia on the shoulder, and introduced her:

"This is Miss Natalia Andreyevina Rostova, the student council president of Chernobog Fourth High School. Natalia, this is Mr. Ernst Shivaesh. Didn't you always say he was your idol, and that you needed to hold 'The Chronicles of Erzley' to fall asleep before bed? What, now that you've seen him in person, you're afraid to greet him? Hmm?"

As soon as she uttered the word "hmm," Natalia snapped back to reality. Not daring to look at Marquis Boris, she quickly stepped forward and performed a standard Ursus noble etiquette towards Ernst.

"Greetings, Lord Ernst!"

"Hello, thank you for reading my book."

Ernst Road.

He didn't intend to delve into which part Natalia specifically liked, after all, he was inclined to believe that Marquis Boris was just being polite.

Although Ernst's common sense dictates that even politeness usually involves some preparation, this is Ursus, and considering their level of abstraction, well, what if you get upset if I actually ask?

But Natalia spoke up first:

"Sir Ernst, I really love your works. The world you create is truly wonderful! My favorite is 'The Legend of King Arthur,' which I've read ten times!"

She had forgotten the prepared speech, but she didn't stutter at all.

Ernst paused slightly, then his smile became even more genuine:

"Thank you for your support. Although I haven't spent enough time writing, I will continue to work hard to describe that world because of the support of such a lovely reader as you."

"However, please don't rush me to update."

Natalia let out a soft hum, her lightly made-up face turning even pinker.

Ernst said she was cute!

If it weren't for the constraints of aristocratic etiquette, she probably would have burst out laughing by now.

"Then, Miss Natalia, would you please be my little tour guide and show me around the academy in Ursus?"

Ernst inquired.

His interest in Ursus's education was genuine.

In the early days after he took office, he often took advantage of his breaks during his trips to various countries to investigate the education system in those countries.

To be fair, Terra's education level is really low. Forget compulsory education, even public primary and secondary schools are rare. In most countries, schools are predominantly private, or even exclusively private. Even in a large country like Victoria, the capital, Londinim, has no public schools.

Miss Golding, the intelligence agent for the Self-Salvation Army, worked at St. Marthus's Primary School, a private school. Wealthy Victorians, on the other hand, preferred to send their children to elite schools or hire private tutors.

The situation is largely the same in other countries.

Aside from the fact that Ernst of the Great Yan Dynasty was too mysterious to be evaluated,

Ironically, the countries with the highest rates of compulsory primary and secondary education are actually Letania and Ursus Empire, which are known as the most conservative nations in Terra! The former does this to uphold its reputation as the "Land of Mages and the Land of Music," while the latter does it to continuously supply qualified soldiers for modern warfare.

Therefore, Ernst really wanted to see the specific situation in Ursus.

Natalia had no reason to refuse, so she nodded immediately, turned slightly to the side in a curtsy, and gave what she thought was the most beautiful smile she could muster:

“It would be my pleasure, Lord Ernst.”

"Then, please follow me—"

Her voice faltered for a moment, her smile stiffened, and she looked with some fear toward the crowd of onlookers not far behind Ernst.

Suddenly, she thought she saw two figures among them.

A man dressed in military or police uniform was covered in blood, with a clear cut on his neck, and his face was ashen and bluish, resembling a corpse.

A creature with a sunken head, ferocious eyes, and a machete in hand, resembling a ravenous beast ready to devour its prey, was watching its lucky escape.

She recognized the two figures.

That was the memory she least wanted to recall—the "massacre scene" she saw outside the alley that day.

She abruptly closed her eyes, shook her head, and when she opened them again, the two figures had vanished, or rather, they had never actually existed.

Ever since that afternoon when she fled in panic, Natalia has been seeing them in her delirium and dreaming about them while she sleeps.

As a result, she had to turn on a nightlight that she hadn't used in a long time when she went to sleep, hoping that a little light could bring her some comfort. She also dared not close her eyes when she took a shower, afraid that if she opened her eyes, there would be a blood-soaked, knife-wielding shadow standing at the bathroom door.

But these two figures continued to entangle her.

The military and police were putting on their own show for her. The headless corpse held its head in its hands, its face contorted, its mouth still opening and closing, spitting out blood as it questioned her: Why didn't you call the police? Why didn't you help me? Why didn't you save me?

The infected man's vicious gaze and relentless footsteps continued to haunt her. The knife that had severed her head seemed to reflect her image, swinging and mocking her: Why did you run away? Why were you afraid? Why couldn't you face me?

This has almost become a psychological trauma for her.

She thought that today wouldn't be...

"Miss Natalia, what's wrong?"

Ernst's voice came from beside my ear.

Natalia looked up at Ernst, who looked somewhat worried, and Boris, who was frowning and seemed unable to suppress his anger.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said: Jiao

"I...I'm fine, Mr. Ernst, I really am."

“It’s alright, Mr. Ernst. Natalia may be feeling a little unwell, but it’s nothing serious. I can personally show you around the Fourth Middle School.”

Marquis Boris stepped forward and joined the conversation.

Natalia opened her mouth, but didn't dare to make a sound.

She knew she had messed up.

Marquis Boris is furious; this is serious!

But Ernst shook his head, waved to Marquis Boris, smiled and looked Natalia up and down, then said in a meaningful tone:

“Your Excellency, there’s no need for you to trouble yourself with that. You are no match for Miss Natalia.”

Marquis Boris was taken aback, then took a deep breath, nodded knowingly, and winked at Ernst with a smile:

“That’s true, that’s true! Natalia, go, don’t keep Mr. Ernst waiting any longer!”

Natalia nodded gratefully and slowly stepped forward. But as soon as she was about to speak, her expression froze, and she stopped in her tracks.

Marquis Boris frowned, about to speak, when he saw Natalia rub her eyes violently. Then, as if confirming something, she disregarded the fact that her clothes were unsuitable for running, took a step forward, and leaped, almost flying, into Ernst, followed by a scream:

"careful!"

The next second, a spell shot out from the crowd not far away!

With almost no time difference, colorful special effects exploded all at once at the school gate, engulfing everything around them!