People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Woohoo!

Abrahina had never felt so powerless and aggrieved, not even when she was betrayed by Wellington and surrounded by eighteen elite operators on Rhodes Island, being escorted back to Kjerag.

Are you going to write it or not?

The Flame Demon's urging voice came through.

Abrahana looked up, hot tears welling up in her eyes, her body temperature seemingly rising several degrees. She looked at the Balrog's somewhat comical, completely inhuman, giant screen face, and it was so funny she couldn't even describe it!

She can't possibly argue with a Transformer, can she? She can't win an argument with one! The other person's attacks on her ancestors for eighteen generations are just fictional, but he really did name and kill her Red Dragon ancestor!

The gap is too big.

With trembling lips, Abrahana squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth:

"Write!"

She took the paper and pen handed to her by the Balrog and wrote down her first "unequal treaty".

Young Draco had no idea what she would be like in the future, manipulated by the terrifying, cruel, cold-blooded, shameless, and immoral evil snow leopard.

Chapter 996 They actually forbid it!

Nine Victoria, Tara, Nasrsha.

4. Lavishini's office was very tidy, with a desk, a filing cabinet, an executive chair, two imported Sherrag leather sofas and a single sofa, and a coffee table.

Of course, there was also a specially designed compartment with an extended conference table.

Yes, that's right. Lavshini's office was almost a one-to-one replica of the Sherrigenst government office she remembered. The level of detail was so impressive that even Ernst himself would probably hesitate and ask a question:

"Where did I come from? Is this still abroad?"

In fact, in a competition to imitate Scherrag's office, Ernst's own office would probably only come in second, because there was a Lavshini in that office.

6 Most of the people working in this office were former subordinates of the Duke of Wellington and the remaining followers of Deeppool.

Lavshini appointed Ahmoni as her secretary, and for Mandra, who was eager for revenge against Victoria, Lavshini, referring to how she dealt with Actos, assigned a person who could talk to keep an eye on her and firmly limited her power and the people she could contact, keeping this unstable factor under control.

Of course, simply blocking is not as effective as proper guidance. The populism in the Tara region, stirred up by her "good sister" Abrahana and the Duke of Wellington, will not simply disappear with a change of leadership. Therefore, she will allow Mandra to engage in some shady activities.

Victoria has established quite a few sweatshops and illegal mines in the Tara region, as well as many unscrupulous merchants who take advantage of the situation and hoard goods for profit. It wouldn't be a bad idea for Mandela to lead a team to raid them. Rafishini doesn't even need to worry about others blaming her for these "accidents." She will be on the scene immediately and arrive "a little later" after the incident to clean up the mess and naturally send people to take over the factories and goods. Mandela is very willing to take all the responsibility.

You can't criticize her; she genuinely volunteered.

As for whether the Victorians would have some minor grievances because of this, needless to say, of course they would, but what could they do even if they did?

When they were in the chaos after the Duke of Wellington's death, when they were hoarding goods in Tara, when they could openly treat the Tara people like slave laborers, when they thought there would never be another "Duke of Tara" to provide protection for these Tara people, when the future of the Tara region would belong to them, these vermin, and when they naturally speculated on a loaf of bread for 500,000 shillings during a period of food shortage, they should have expected this day to come.

At least the Tara Autonomous Government still outwardly respects their "legal rights," only demanding that they relinquish any illegal benefits beyond those "legal rights."

The fact that Raphsini didn't stage a "Kristallnacht" like Tara is a testament to her considerable restraint and her high personal prestige.

At this point, some people might ask, why is Lavshini so highly regarded?

Wasn't she, like Talulah, only formally ascend to the throne after the War of Londinium? Talulah was at least a "heroic king who liberated Londinium," yet she herself felt her prestige was insufficient. How could Raphsini be considered superior to her?

There are three reasons for this.

Firstly, Lafshinee essentially inherited the political legacy of the Duke of Wellington and her sister Abrahina. The most authoritative figure, Wellington, died, handing over power to Lafshinee before his death, while Abrahina simply "no longer existed." Ernst also helped avert a war, establishing Tara's autonomy through a treaty. Lafshinee thus took over Tara by standing on the shoulders of giants.

Secondly, Talulah was indeed a bit weak, and the situation in Londinium was more complex than Talulah's. Talulah was constantly being replaced by Black Serpent, and when she logged back in, she was completely disoriented. Londinium was the political heart of Victoria, making her situation far more challenging. As for Raphsini, it just goes to show that opportunity favors the prepared; diligent and studious children are better able to adapt to unknown environments.

Thirdly, this is related to Raphsini's own Originium Arts.

In Nasrsha, inside the Tara Autonomous Government office, Rafshini stood alone in a corner of the office, holding a newspaper in her hand.

Just like some people like to scratch their heads when they think, while others like to touch their chins, this is her unique way of thinking. Standing in a corner, her mind feels more relaxed and clear.

But if someone were to push the door open at this moment, they might see the shy blush on Rafishini's face.

This is because of the newspaper she's holding.

The Rose Newspaper was published on April 6, 1096.

The headline search result: "私~——伞糤嶙儛条" fills the entire page.

Princess Raphsini Dublin conjures food using Originium Arts.

Princess Lavshine Dublin, on a rural inspection tour, sought out farmers to inquire about agricultural matters. As the conversation dragged on into the evening, she saw the farmers out and instructed her driver to take them home.

The farmers, deeply grateful for Princess Lavshini's kindness, quickly shook their heads, saying, "Your Highness, please go back and rest. You have too many things to attend to!"

Princess Lavshini shook her head: "It's alright. You know, Tara is facing many problems right now, and agriculture is crucial to the people's food supply. You farmers are the foundation of the nation; your affairs are the nation's affairs, they are of paramount importance!" The farmers were moved, their eyes welling with tears. What a wonderful Red Dragon Princess!

Princess Lavshini noticed a farmer's stomach growling and asked, "How is your harvest?"

The farmers choked up, crying out, "Because of the cruel war, the despicable Victorian merchants, and the monsters that often appear in the countryside emitting purple flames, this year's harvest is terrible, and everyone is starving!"

Princess Rafishini took this matter very seriously and immediately decided to take action. So, after seeing the farmers off, she personally went to Nasrsha's fields late at night and unleashed Originium Arts upon them, awakening the will of the crops and telling them, "The fields should be full of crops!" Deeply moved by Princess Rafishini's wisdom, the crops resolved to grow even more vigorously!

The next day, when the farmers of Nasrsha returned to their fields, they found them overflowing with crops! Tears welled in their eyes. What a wonderful Princess Lavshini! Even with such arduous work, she never forgot the farmers' plight and rushed to help them through the night! They all vowed to remember Princess Lavshini's kindness and to offer their loyalty to the great Princess Lavshini!

The report ends here in the ★Transfer》group.

But this is not the end of this type of article, nor is it even the beginning; it is simply the end for today.

Lavshini has seen more than a dozen articles praising her in the newspapers during this period.

There are titles such as "Princess Raphne Destroys a High-Speed ​​Battleship with Her Tail", "Princess Raphne Tames a Monster with Flames", and "Princess Raphne Shoots Down a Sarkaz Airship with a Fireball", etc.!

She hadn't taken these articles seriously at first, but unfortunately, they were like a virus.

Initially, it was just a local Tara tabloid that praised her with this article. The content was absurd and could not stand up to scrutiny; it was purely a worthless act of flattery.

But gradually, this style became popular.

Now, even Mr. McKee's Rose Newspaper, which works under Mr. Ernst, has started reporting in this style!

Most importantly, she couldn't even refute it.

Although the article written by Rose Newspaper had some exaggerated wording and vague plot, it was actually true!

Due to factors such as hoarding by Victorian merchants, military blockades and massive labor losses caused by the war, and the deliberate or unintentional probing and pressure exerted on the Tara region by several grand dukes, the Tara region did indeed fall into a state of food shortage.

Although Rafishini requested international aid, and the World Summit responded positively by sending humanitarian food relief, it was ultimately only enough to keep the population at a level where too many people would die.

The most urgent task is indeed to restore normal agricultural production in Tara.

Lavshini had indeed put a lot of thought into this matter, and she had come up with such a solution a few days ago.

Her sister's magic was dead fire, but hers was different; her magic was full of life.

Back in Kjerag, she had honed her skills to a level of exquisite Originium manipulation that even surprised and alarmed Abrahina. If Raphsini were to make a move, Abrahina might not be a match for her now.

But Raphsini doesn't like fighting, so she has been developing another use for her Originium Arts.

"Using Originium Arts to make the fields full of crops" was one of her small experiments.

The experiment was a great success! Originium Arts are far from inconvenient; wouldn't it be better used for farming?

But she swore she never awakened any spirit of food, nor did she ever say anything like, "The fields must grow food, and there must be enough food for people to eat!" She certainly wouldn't have shouted such words out loud!

How embarrassing!

"woohoo"

Silently crumpling the newspaper in her hand into a ball, Lavshini squatted down in the corner, feeling her ears burning.

No, if the Rose Newspaper reports it this way, doesn't that mean Mr. Ernst might also see this report?

Oh no, this is so embarrassing, I feel like dying.

The knocking on the door pulled her back to reality. Lavshini slightly raised her head from between her knees and replied in a muffled voice:

"Please come in."

The one who entered was Ahmoni, whose long green hair was very distinctive.

She glanced curiously at Lavshini, who was crouching in the corner, her face full of doubt:

"What's wrong, Princess Lavshini? Why is your face so red?"

"nothing."

Lavshini shook her head slightly.

"Is there a problem?"

"Princess Abrahana wrote you a letter."

Ahmoni said,

"She wants you to approve Sherag's request to release her."

"No."

Lavshini shook her head decisively, without the slightest hesitation, and without even glancing at the letter, she refused. After speaking, she lowered her head again, as if nothing had happened.

Ahmoni shrugged:

"Understood, Your Highness."

She turned and left.

Two days later, in Shelag, Tukarim.

Abrahina waited anxiously for a reply from Tara's side.

These past few days have been the most hopeful for her. She felt that, based on her understanding of her dear sister, she would definitely soften after seeing her letter, would definitely reply immediately, and would definitely agree to let her leave!

As for the money Tara was supposed to provide for her, Aibarana didn't intend to take it. Firstly, she felt it was an insult to her, and secondly, she felt she could easily get money on her own.

All she wants is freedom!

So, Abrahana excitedly and expectantly opened the letter that symbolized "freedom".

Then, just before the incredulous screams rang out in the room, the Flame Demon Safar silently shut down his hearing system.

"I've already begged so humbly!"

"I'm so sob sob."

"They actually forbid it!"

Chapter 997 Heaven's Pivot: Inter-regional Communication

Rhode Island, dormitory.

Ernst slept soundly until he woke up naturally, something he hadn't done in a long time.

Because he had told everyone yesterday that he needed to rest, no one knocked on the door to wake him up. Even Chongyue, who advocates "healthy living starts with me," felt that Ernst really needed a good night's sleep to adjust his biological clock and relieve fatigue.

When Ernst woke up and looked up at the clock on the wall above his bed, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, more than an hour past lunchtime.

Ernst wasn't in a hurry either.

Perhaps the ample sleep had made him feel a bit sluggish, or perhaps the fact that he hadn't moved for most of the day had left him with little digestion. He didn't feel very hungry, and even had a slight urge to wander around.

Rhodes Island is a very large land carrier. To be honest, although Ernst has been there many times, he has never really explored every corner of the land carrier. There are many places that he either didn't have time to visit, or that Kal'tsit designated as "private zones" and advised against him going there rashly.

There are places that are genuinely private, such as "female operator restrooms," "women's restrooms," and "hot springs," which Ernst wouldn't be comfortable going to. There are also places that Ernst feels Kal'tsit is simply hiding from him and the Doctor.

For example, the huge space at the center of Rhodes Island—the location of the sarcophagus where the prophet should have truly been resting.

Ernst was very interested in that place.

Or perhaps he was interested in prophets and the past of pre-civilizations. And that place might offer some useful clues.

However, whether it was a case of things not going as planned or plans not keeping up with changes, Ernst hadn't gone two steps before he ran into Amiya, the little leader of Rhodes Island.

Ernst actually had no problem with Amiya. On the contrary, he was positive about Amiya's abilities, personality, and even her possession of the Black Crown.

This child is precocious, intelligent, and very capable, and genuinely kind-hearted. It is far better for her to hold the Black Crown than for it to be held by a Sarkaz extremist like the Blood Lord or Theresis.

Although she did nothing most of the time, this can still be considered her contribution.

After all, even though Ernst’s attitude toward this matter had changed a lot due to Terra’s specific circumstances, he still felt from the bottom of his heart that politics was something for adults to consider, and that exposing a fourteen-year-old child to things full of dark values ​​too early would have a huge negative impact on her development.

Therefore, he often had Kal'tsit accompany him as Rhodes Island's representative and a convenient "encyclopedia of Terra," but rarely brought Amiya, a "Black Crown Holder" who could theoretically provide considerable assistance, directly into his operations.

Fortunately, Amiya did not feel that Ernst was "excluding" or "isolating" her.

She remained friendly and affectionate towards Ernst, and upon seeing him in the corridor, she greeted him without hesitation, her ears perking up happily.

"Good afternoon, Brother Ernst!"

Ernst's face also showed a genuine smile of relief, and he nodded in response: