People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Ernst's ability to gain the recognition of the nations of Terra was largely due to his "restraint" and "conservatism" in various aspects. He frequently traveled between the nations, but rarely made any comments or interference regarding their systems, leaders, or the status quo.

He engages in equal conversation with kings and generals, and with presidents and knights, he chats with ease. If people in a certain place are living hand to mouth, he will provide some assistance under the infallible pretext of "humanitarianism," but he will never criticize them by saying, "This is because you, as the leader, have not done a good job, or there is something wrong with your country's system."

In his own words, he adheres to the principle of "non-interference in the internal affairs of other countries." (Part 3 (5))

But how could he say such a thing?

Can you represent "Latland"?

Seemingly noticing the surprise and confusion in Arturo's eyes, Ernst smiled:

"Arturo, you're relying on your Originium Arts a little too much."

"There are many things you don't understand, and what you call 'instinct' is just a disguise."

"What kind of person do you think I am? Do you think you can dictate the pace of our conversation? That you can make me agree with what you say? Then you're being a bit too naive."

“I can tell you frankly that it’s not that I’m not assertive, but often, assertiveness only makes things worse. I believe that Terra’s fate is a community, and only through cooperation can we achieve common development and progress, so I am willing to be this glue that holds us together.”

"My stance is neither pacifism nor conservatism; if I had to define it, it would be responsibility-based. I must take responsibility for my actions and the consequences."

"You probably can't understand what kind of attitude this is."

Ernst made a rare sarcastic remark.

He is certainly not a weak person; weakness gets things done. As he said, he is simply taking responsibility.

You must first consider the consequences of your actions and prepare countermeasures for those consequences before you can do anything. Because neither blame nor insults solve the problem. For Sherag to maintain its position, it must play the role of a responsible small nation in the international community.

Arturo, on the other hand, never takes responsibility for his actions or the consequences they cause.

She said she had only played a piece of music, and the real cause of the riot was that those people had long wanted to start one. She believed that her Originium Arts simply encouraged people to follow their hearts, so even if someone went up to the rooftop and became an aerial acrobat after hearing her music on a tired night of overtime work, it had nothing to do with him; he should blame himself.

Ernst found it unbelievable that this idea could gain support from a segment of the population.

If you ask him, it's just two words: "Bullshit."

According to her logic, if she lit a fire in a clearing in the forest, and then a gust of wind blew and the whole forest caught fire, it wouldn't be her fault; the blame would be the wind, the leaves, and why the forest had so many trees.

This kind of thinking is no less dangerous than Federico's extreme rationality. In fact, even Federico's extreme rationality, when it becomes obsessive, can at least be considered responsible; he wouldn't deny killing someone for a "just" purpose. But Arturo, with her pure chaos, directly attacks the morality and values ​​of the general public.

In a person, the things they need to do can be categorized into what they want to do and what they don't want to do, what they can do and what they can't do, and what they should do and what they shouldn't do. The bottom line is the most important thing in distinguishing between what one can and cannot do. The anthropomorphic creatures of Terra are somewhat lower in their bottom line and more flexible, but Arturo is different.

Nine Ernst rarely sees people who have absolutely no bottom line.

Upon noticing the unconvinced look in Arturo's eyes, Ernst had already reached his conclusion.

“Arturo, I can represent not only Lateran, but also the law.”

“You shouldn’t assume you understand me so easily, because to be honest, the fact that I don’t usually curse doesn’t mean I have no opinions about the nations of Terra, or to be more specific, about the laws of Laterano.”

"I think there's a problem with its calculation method; there's a huge program glitch, and it should be scrapped and reworked."

"I just don't need to get angry with a machine."

Not to mention that this machine was built by my former colleague.

Ernst muttered to himself.

He felt from the bottom of his heart that people like Arturo, Federico, and even Andorn, as well as himself, who were suddenly chosen as saints by the "law," were all unqualified.

This is equivalent to someone suddenly telling you to become the president and take charge of a country while you're walking down the street.

I'm telling you, you should find someone else. This guy is so irresponsible.

Admittedly, the law may have its own considerations, so in order to understand them, Ernst took time out of his busy schedule to have a face-to-face meeting with Arturo, Federico, Andorn, and others.

As it turned out, Ernst couldn't understand it.

He could barely understand Andorn, but Arturo and Federico were completely out of sync.

If the path to salvation truly rests on these two individuals...

Ernst could only say that it was no wonder he had a bad relationship with Ed. If it were his past life, he would probably have had objections to Ed's standards for the plan as well.

Let's look at the Originium in the distance, family.

"Our interview is over."

Ernst stood up, not even giving Arturo another chance to speak.

He knew that Arturo must have a lot to say and a lot to ask.

But he is very busy.

If Arturo could provide him with some information that interested him, Ernst could stay a little longer. But if she simply wanted to debate the validity of her ideas, then Ernst could only say, "Our paths diverge, we cannot walk together; we cannot see eye to eye, and even half a sentence is too much."

He now needs to go to the Papal Palace underground again.

Go and heavily modify that big machine.

Half a day later, Arturo received a message in his room through the halo of the Law above his head.

Unfortunately, after a half-hour evaluation period, Arturo Giallo was ultimately deemed unqualified by the "Treasure" and is removed from the ranks of "Saints (Authorized Holders)" effective today. Thank you for your efforts over the past few months. May you have a bright future and achieve your dreams. ★Forwarded: [Each person's life is wonderful.]

Arturo:

He really can represent the law?!

Chapter 1010 Paradise Network, officially launched!

Lateran, at the World's Fair, in the audience.

King Ivangelista XI, holding a cane, walked step by step to the audience area under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

He smiled and nodded at the several national leaders sitting beside him.

A hint of surprise flashed across the face of the Duke of Windermere, who was seated behind King Ivangelist XI. She released her grip on little Daphne's hand and touched her chin.

"Your Holiness, I thought there would be a speech by you today?"

"Duke Windermere, I am not the main character today."

King Ivangelist XI's reply was tinged with a hint of sarcasm.

"Spare this old man. The number of speeches I've given in the last two months is almost equal to the number I've given in most of my life. I can't come up with any new words no matter how hard I try."

Duke Windermere raised an eyebrow, glanced around to confirm, and found that he indeed did not see that familiar figure:

"So that means..."

King Ivangelista XI nodded.

"Today's main character is Ernst."

King Ivangelista XI turned his head and looked towards the podium.

"We haven't heard him speak in a long time, have we?"

The podium, behind the curtain.

Vina tiptoed slightly and adjusted Ernst's new tie around his neck. The standard Victoria knot was very similar to the Windsor knot on Earth, elegant and appropriate, highlighting a person's spirit.

Ernst was wearing a white suit today, which was unusual for him. He looked a little tired and didn't seem to be in his best condition.

These past two days he's been busy arguing with [Heaven's Pivot]. (Transfer group:)

As it turned out, his initial speculation was correct. The machine left behind by Ed did indeed have a certain degree of discernment. The fact that it suddenly bestowed the name "Saint" upon itself also confirmed that the machine's discernment function was still working normally.

The "Saint" status it granted Ernst, while seemingly fair and just in name, meant that he was actually more equal to the other saints.

After some trial and error, Ernst finally managed to piece together the removal of Federico and Arturo's permissions, thanks to Kal'tsit's online translation of the ancient civilization's language.

These two individuals are too extreme in their thoughts and actions, posing a great danger. Before they do anything, it's best to let them return to their normal, past lives.

As for Andorn, he hadn't made any moves yet. He seemed to be cooperating well with Ivangelista XI, and the Andorn's Order of the Holy Mountain had grown significantly, providing considerable assistance to the World Summit and emerging humanitarian organizations in many sectors. Most importantly, Andorn himself seemed much more normal now. After careful consideration, Ernst felt it was worthwhile to allow him to remain in his post for a while.

After all, Andorn is a typical example of someone whose intentions were good, but whose execution was poor.

His ideas were not entirely bad for Laterano and Terra. Although he had flaws, he cannot be completely negated. Putting aside Ernst's personal feelings, from a purely macro perspective, he has only personally harmed three people so far, and of those three, only one was seriously injured. No one died. In Terra, a place where wise men and women of all ages gather, he is already considered a very saintly person among those with ambition and conviction.

Even if we disregard other people and only select from the few rulers Ernst knew who had received relatively good reviews, their KDA would still be maxed out!

Besides making certain changes to the number of people allowed in the [Saint Eight Disciples], Ernst also took care of another matter mentioned earlier.

Regarding matters related to "cross-distance communication".

When Ernst finished doing all this, he realized that it was almost time.

After the first day of internal exhibitions and the second day of checking for omissions and making final adjustments, the World's Fair will officially open on the third day.

The various exhibition halls of the World's Fair will allow ordinary people who have purchased tickets to freely enter and tour, and Terra's understanding and reflection on the macro-theme of "war and peace" will be presented to all Terrans in this process.

Inside, world leaders will unveil the entire World's Fair together—through a grand song and dance performance and an inspiring speech!

The main speaker of this speech is Ernst!

At the last World Summit, Ernst, at his home ground in Kjerag, had Evangelista XI deliver the opening speech as the guest of honor. In return, this time, at his home ground in Laterano, Evangelista XI reciprocated by giving Ernst the same opportunity.

This is the sophistication of the world.

"Cheer up, Ernst."

Vina gently patted Ernst's cheek, and her encouraging voice reached his ears, causing Ernst's ears to twitch slightly.

He raised his hand, took Vina's hand, and nodded to her:

"of course."

Vina smiled, opened her arms, and gestured to Ernst.

Ernst hesitated for a moment, glanced at Vina's chest—which clearly didn't have the smoothness of Hinterlea's clothes—and weakly reminded her:

"Won't the clothes get wrinkled?"

Vina frowned: "Hmm?"

Ernst sighed slightly.

Oh well, let it be wrinkled, I can just fix it again.

He reached out and put his arm around Vina's waist, hugging her tightly for a while until Vina patted Ernst's back, at which point he slowly let go.

Vina nodded, then frowned at the suit that was indeed a bit wrinkled, and pursed her lips.

She initially thought Ernst was just embarrassed, but it turned out he actually wrinkled his nose.

It's true that being too big isn't all good; my shoulders ache normally, but it's especially inconvenient in situations like this.

Vina reached out and quickly smoothed out the wrinkles. Before Ernst could take it off and iron it again, she heard applause coming from ahead.

This is the sign that the song and dance performance has ended.

Ernst turned around.

It's his turn to take the stage.

Beyond the curtain, on the stage.

A huge display screen slowly descended from the dome, leaving the Terrans below the stage completely bewildered.

They had seen displays before, but why was Ernst deliberately making such a large one? What did he want to show them on the screen?

It's important to understand that Ernst was giving a speech. A speech, by definition, should be delivered through language, not visuals, to truly resonate with and touch people's hearts. To the world leaders and guests in the audience, displaying promotional videos on that screen would have diminished Ernst's stature.

Its true purpose should have been during the recently concluded song and dance performance. The leaders of those nations have seen plenty of such performances; they can only say they're entertaining, but nothing new. If a screen could be added to display synchronized footage, along with some special effects, it might have been much more interesting.

However, considering Ernst's consistent ability to surprise them, there were no objections from the audience in the short term.

Until Ernst slowly walked to the center of the stage.

He stood behind the flower-adorned podium in the center of the stage, dressed in a white suit. He glanced at the crowd below, opened his mouth slightly, and seemed to take a deep breath.

As he exhaled, his voice followed, a high-pitched, impassioned tone tinged with pride:

"Dear colleagues, dear fellow countrymen of Terra."

“I am Ernst Shivaesh.”

"It is an honor to be invited to this place to witness with you all a moment that will be recorded in the history of Terran civilization."

"You may find my boastful words puzzling. Yes, even today, the Terrans have thrived through the War, we have weathered the turbulent year of 1095, and now, inspired by peace, we have set aside our grudges and gathered here to witness another grand gathering."

"But this is not the first World's Fair, and the Star-Picking Project has precedents. Many people will have a genuine question: how can we prove to the world that we are witnessing the birth of a history that will be talked about by future generations?"

Ernst paused at the opportune moment, as if waiting for people's doubts to fester, or as if deliberately whetting everyone's appetite.

Then, he turned slightly to the side, raised his hand, and waved it towards the large screen.